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skylarmoon71 · 5 months

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Raphael (TMNT 2014/2016)- Extra

“My left.”

You ducked, just barely dodging the fist that came hurtling in your direction.

Raph smirks.

“Not bad.”

You were both at a distance now, and he was watching you keenly. With all your training, getting the best of Raph was near impossible. He may have been a hothead, but he’s an incredible fighter.

Calculated.

It seems that he puts a little more effort when facing off with you. Because despite your size, you have the advantage. You’ve seen them train a million times. You know a lot of their movements. Their skills. In a battle, strategy is everything.

“Been listening to Leo huh.”

You grin, arms raised in front of your face as you mark him.

“If you’re trying to throw me off, it’s not going to work.”

“Is that right?”

You nod, still holding a defensive position.

“Ya know I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Yeah, what exactly have you been thinking about? If it’s you we’re talking about, it can't be good.”

He’s still wearing that confident smirk, and you narrow your eyes when his gait changes slightly.

“I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to kiss ya.”

The statement makes your eyes grow wide, and you falter for a moment.

“What..”

You let out a little breath, now distracted.

Raph moves closer, and you know you should hold your position, but that look in his eyes, it has you shifting in your spot.

You find yourself backing up and his smile becomes wider. Your back hits the wall and you jolt. Raph presses his hand against the wall.

“R-Raph w-we’re supposed to be training..”

“We are. Did ya know that kissing burns calories?”

You shake your head, licking your lips.

“Let's get in a good workout.”

Your eyelids lower as he moves in.

“Dude, wake up!”

The whispered yell made you jump, and you barely collected yourself. The nudge from your friend had your head turning and nodded, trying to straighten your form.

“Thanks.”

You mouth.

This has been happening a lot. Since that night in your apartment, you’ve been having constant daydreams about said mutant. It’s frustrating how much he consumes your every thought. Even worse that he hadn’t really made a move on you.

To be fair, they were crimefighters. Their night schedules were busy and your day plans were hectic. You tried to squeeze in as much time as possible, but there was always that point where things just didn’t align. Whenever you got to see them, you just had such a good time. You’d spend the time playing games or training. There was hardly a point where you could speak to Raph alone.

Heaving your duffle on your shoulder, you walked through the lair with a sigh.

“Hey (Y/N)!”

Mikey’s greeting had you smiling.

“Hey, did you just get done training?” He nodded happily.

“Raph and Leo are still going. Donnie and I got knocked out of the finals.” He joked.

“I’ll go and make sure they aren’t training all night.”

Knowing the two, it would never end. They were both too stubborn to let the other win.

As you walked into the dojo, you weren’t even surprised.

“Ready to lose Leo!”

“Not a chance!”

They rushed at each other, weapons drawn. The metal clinked and you just dropped your bag on the floor, waiting for them to take notice that they had an audience.

“Getting rusty.” Raph taunts.

They were both pushing against each other with no resistance. Leo did a backflip, obviously trying to reevaluate what the best course of action was. Raph played with his sais, flipping them back and forth around his wrists.

“Room for one more.”

They both turned at your voice and you waved.

“Sorry Leo, but it’s my turn.”

You pointed at your watch, and he straightened, looking at the clock on the wall.

“Wow, it’s only been three hours.” Leo spoke.

“Only, and three hours should not go in the same sentence. “ You laugh.

He smiled, sheathing his blades.

“Guess we’ll have to finish this later.” Leo stated.

“Sounds like ya quitting.” Raph calls. Leo just waved him off, giving you a pat on the shoulder.

“Good luck.” He offered.

Just like that he was walking down the hall.

Raph slid his blades into his pouch, and you did a stretch. When you felt satisfied, you slid your shirt over your head. You placed a right next to your bag, and when you turned back, Raph’s eyes were on you.

For a moment you felt a bit bashful. You’d literally done that a million times, but things were a little different now. You divert your gaze.

“L-Let’s get started.”

Hopefully the workout would distract you.

So you began.

Raph has never been one to hold back. You already know this.

So your body hitting the mat half a dozen times for the evening wasn’t a surprise.

You grunted everytime you were flipped over.

Each hit knocked the wind out of your body.

“Stop trying to flip me over, I ain’t ya college friends.” He was teasing.

You grumbled.

“It’s not my fault you’re so big.”

He just offered a smirk looking down at you and your cheeks tinted red at how unintentionally dirty that sounded.

“Stupid brain, focus!!”

He was kicking your butt. You needed to retaliate.

You jumped back to your feet, and Raph backed up, ready for you.

Rushing at him, you fired a few punches, all of which he evaded. He made a grab at your hand, and you just barely dodged to move. Dropping low, you used your leg to knock his feet from under him, but he jumped. You rolled to the side, shooting back upright. While you were trying to ground your feet again, Raph took advantage, tackling you.

“OOF!”

Your back hit the mat, and you huffed as Raph pinned you to the ground.

“C-Cheap shot!”

You complained, clearly out of breath.

His breathing wasn’t much better. You were still trying to gather yourself and you seemed to realize the lack of distance. Your chest rose and fell a bit more steadily.

“You can..let me up now..”

Even though it was your suggestion, you didn’t exactly hate your current position.

“Maybe ya should move me.” He taunted playfully.

You couldn’t stop the grin, wrapping your legs around his hips, you tried to use your weight to push him over, but he barely budged and the both of you started laughing.

“This is so unfair you’re as heavy as a truck.”

You whined, giggling. He straightened, pulling you up with him. The sudden tug caused you to fall right into his lap. You could tell from his reaction that he hadn’t planned for that. Your hands braced on his chest, and you looked up into his eyes.

Raph visibly swallowed at the adjusted position and the last of your restraint disappeared. You reached up, grabbing both of his cheeks as you kissed him. He was obviously caught by surprise, hands raised a bit awkwardly.

When he finally reciprocated, you let out a soft sound and Raph pulled you closer, hands smoothening on your hips.

“Finally..”

You’d been dying to just feel him.

Taste him.

You shifted, holding on just a little tighter. Raph didn’t mind.

When the both of you finally parted, you were smiling.

“That kiss is gonna cost ya.”

“I hope it does.”

You replied confidently, pulling him back in.

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tmntxthings · 1 year

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A Witch’s Kitchen Pt. 2

author’s note: for those who wanted the confession c:

warnings: fluff, slight cursing, unedited

> part one <

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previously… “No buts!” Leo said grabbing Casey’s arm just in case he tried to make a dash for it. Mikey and Raph said their polite goodbyes, while Donnie entered the portal silently. You sent him the middle finger subtly since your arms were crossed. Casey was looking at you with big puppy dog eyes, you couldn’t help but console him even with Leo there. “Don’t worry, I’ll text you,” you said smiling slightly and shaking your head. He brightened at that, “if you ignore me for an hour I’m FaceTiming you!”

You had kept your word, replying to Casey by text and answering if he called. You had gotten a little busy when you turned your attention back to potion brewing, but for the most part you had your ringer turned on. Two more days passed before a knock was heard at your front door.

“Coming!” You hollered, trying to quickly towel dry your hair, having just gotten out of the shower. More knocking was heard and you grumbled to yourself, throwing on some clothes and speed walking to the door. Opening it to see that Casey was lifting his hand to knock on the door again. “Yes??” You mused, giving Casey an expectant stare, wondering what was so important for him to try and bang the front door down.

Casey’s voice caught in his throat. Your wet hair dripping onto the cloth of the hoodie you wore. He came over because he couldn’t take staying away any longer. Ever since Leo had dragged him through that portal back into the lair he has mainly been on his phone. Texting you and waiting for replies, finding the courage to call when he felt like he couldn’t bear to go another second without hearing your voice. The two days without you had been absolutely torture, and by the second day he was quite sure his heart was going to jump out of his chest and run all the way to your place with or without his body. So… yeah here he was at your door unable to fight the love potions allure that made his wants that much stronger.

But could he really just say, yeah I couldn’t stay away, so here am I, please hang out with me?! No way, absolutely not, that sounded way too desperate even though that was exactly how he felt. “I-“ he stuttered only thinking of how much he missed you, and seeing you before him now, all flushed from a shower and smelling absolutely divine. He could hardly think straight! “Can you take me to Witch Town? I’m in need of a cure for this love potion I stupidly drank,” he ended up saying, totally chickening out on just a natural ‘I missed you.’ “Now? It’s pretty late don’t you think Case?” You had just thrown on the hoodie because it was close by, but in actuality you would’ve put on your comfy pajamas. “Plus if anyone could make a cure, that would be me, since you know that was my potion,” you explained to him, opening your door wider for him to enter.

You had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to stay away for the whole week. You were curious as to how he had snuck away, because surely Leo hadn’t let Casey come here. Unless Casey had been a total pain in the ass, which is likely since he was under love potion influence. “Well can you make one for me?” He said as he entered, closing his eyes briefly as he got a stronger scent of your shampoo and conditioner. Damn he had it bad and he just knew (from what you had told him) that he was going to fold way sooner rather than later. He didn’t want to! No not yet! He had no gauge other than two days ago at how he affected you, and he still wasn’t confident. He wanted to be sure, one hundred percent sure, that you felt the same way before he went admitting his feelings.

So he was begging for a cure, and also using it as an excuse to see you, because he hadn’t had any other ideas! “It’ll take a lot of expensive ingredients, one’s that I’d rather not buy if not absolutely necessary.. are you experiencing pain? Is something wrong?” You closed the door behind Casey, following him to where he crashed on the couch, you sat next to him giving him a once over, he didn’t look to be in pain. Though maybe uncomfortable? “No not really.. just heart aches,” he mumbled the ending. And you sighed, not really hearing the last bit, thankfully for Casey, “I’m sorry Case, there’s nothing I could do, even if I had the money it takes longer to brew cures, you’d already be over the love potion by the time I would finish!” You felt bad, even though Casey had put himself through this to begin with, you didn’t want him to be uncomfortable, and when your friends came to you for help, you helped! In any way you could, you were a real fixer in that regard.

“I understand,” and he leaned into your touch as your hand went out to his arm, trying to comfort him. If he had a tail, it would’ve wagged. “Can I hang out with you for a bit?” He asked hopefully and you smiled for him, “duh, wanna watch something? A movie? Or a show?” Casey had a lottt of movies and shows to catch up on. One of the things he liked to do most since he came back to the future, though three years had passed he still had a long list that everyone had made for him. A watch list! “Yeah!” He said excitedly, a total movie buff nowadays. Casey hadn’t even needed to get out the list (he kept a digital version in his notes app). “I’m on Harry Potter now!” Casey said excitedly as you got the remote to the tv. “You’re joking.” You said giving him a serious look. “Huh? No, why is there something wrong with that movie?” He asked worriedly not remembering who had put it on the list.

“No it’s just ironic,” you said shaking your head, wondering what were the odds that he’d want to watch a movie about wizards and witches with you: a witch. Casey soon found out why you said ironic and he immediately began to ask questions. Trying to compare the similarities and differences and you begrudgingly replied. “No we’re not divided into houses, it’s like normal school though the classes are quite similar..” “No we don’t have a The One Who Shall Not Be Named, though there is a beast we have to appease, make a peace offering to so he doesn’t destroy Witch Town, it’s a big spectacle,” you refrained from saying how Donatello had almost been the ruin of your Town some years ago.

Casey listened to you, his full attention would go to you anytime you spoke. Glancing over when you’d grumble at a scene you thought was particularly cringey to a real witch. He would get real happy when you would suddenly be really interested in the movie, not saying anything unless he asked a question. By the third movie you had popped some popcorn, fully invested even though you had already watched the series. When the fifth movie rolled around the two of had gotten comfortable on the couch, you were laying stretched out, your legs going over Casey’s lap resting there. His hands would sometimes rub over your lower thighs and knees. He himself not really noticing the action too much as his attention was on the movie.

But you would do a little double take at the warm feeling of his bare hands touching you. It was getting reallyyyyy late, and you were starting to yawn as the movie finally ended. “Wanna call it a night?” Casey asked with a small smile, noticing you were yawning yet again. “Mmmm nah we can finish, we’ve just got three more right?” Casey nodded, “Yup eight in total,” he watched as you clicked the sixth, then moved to get up, “I’ll be right back, I’m going change and grab a blanket,” you said.

Casey was left to his own thoughts as the sixth movie started playing. Was he sleeping over again? He guessed so since you hadn’t told him to go home! He of course did not want to leave and the prospect of spending more time with you made his heart burst with happiness. When you returned blanket in your hands and wearing a pajama set, Casey was smiling wide. “What’re you cheesing for?” You said going to sit next to him and sharing the blanket. “Just, I really enjoy your company,” he said smiling sheepishly. You smiled too, finding what he said cute, “right back at you Casey,”

As the two of you turned back to the screen, Casey couldn’t help his hand moving on its own accord. Reaching out to tentatively brush against yours where it rested on top of the blanket, in your lap. You swallowed, glancing down to see he left his hand right next to yours, and you knew he was letting you decide. Expressing his interest to hold your hand but not wanting to initiate. Partly because he was a gentleman and partly because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or get rejected. Your hand turned, slowly interlacing your fingers with his.

Immediately Casey was holding his breath, the feeling of your hand in his, it was just perfect. But he was feeling greedy now, now he wanted more than just hand holding. He held himself back for maybe ten minutes before it became too much to bear, “Y/n,” he said softly and you hummed in question, still looking at the tv. You had a faint blush dusting your cheeks now that he had looked over. It only gave him the confidence to continue, he squeezed your hand and when you turned, he leaned in. Stopping just short from your lips and you hadn’t flinched away, in fact your eyes were glued to his lips. A small smirk formed and you looked up into his eyes, “do you know how badly I want to kiss you right now?” he spoke softly, his thumb rubbing across your hand that he was still holding. “Casey..” you bit down on your lip, feeling conflicted, he was basically telling you he liked you, liked you a lot more than you originally thought. “Are you sure?” you asked thinking about how much Leo didn’t trust you, didn’t like you.

“More than sure,” he said, his eyes had followed the way your teeth pulled and chewed down on your lower lip. He wanted to do that. Right after he said that you surged forward, squeezing his hand tightly and taking him by surprise as your lips met his in hot passion. He matched you instantly, kissing you back with fervor. The movie completely forgotten about as the two of you didn’t stop, kissing for what felt like forever. You two would break for air and go right back to kissing as if neither of you could stand the thought of stopping just yet. “I like you Y/n” he breathed, admitting his feelings though you probably knew that now. He had to tell you, just to be sure. “So much, I’ve liked you for a while now..” the words were thick and you answered him, kissing him again, swallowing his words. “I like you too Casey Jones,” you said pulling back and catching your breath. Seeing how flushed you had gotten, from you kissing him, god Casey felt like he was on cloud nine. “How long?” He couldn’t stop his curiosity as his free hand went to your hair, dry now, pushing strands away from your face.

“Long enough to think you didn’t feel the same way,” you said shyly, and this had his mind reeling. The two of you had potentially liked each other this entire time and had no idea of the others feelings. He was grateful for the push that the love potion had given him, that he was still currently under. “I don’t think I’ll be able to leave you alone for the rest of the week,” his hand that had been playing with your hair, grazed over your skin, making it way from your cheek to your lips. You stayed silent, letting him touch you with an amused smile. It was like he was in a trance, you pursed your lips kissing his thumb that was currently touching your lower lip. He pulled his hand away, Casey would much rather his lips there now.

The week passed by quickly. But even with the love potion off, not much changed. With feelings out in the open now, the two of you were a lot more touchy. Much to Casey’s enjoyment. He’d get back from a patrol with the turtles, and he would scoop you up into his arms the second you opened the door. Kissing all over your face and telling you how much he missed you. “You saw me yesterday silly!” You laughed. “Mmm” he kissed your nose, “too” he kissed your cheek, “long” he finally captured your lips. He slowly placed your feet back to the ground. Drawing back with a charming smile as he watched you blink out of a dazed reverie caused by all his sweet kisses. You opened your door wider, your eyes dancing playfully, “now be careful in the kitchen, there’s a couple pink drinks in there,” Casey entered, laughing. “Duly noted.” Sure enough he looked towards your kitchen and saw five replicas of the drink he had. “So you have any buyers yet?” and this caused you to smile, mischievously. He looked at you with one brow arched in curiosity. “Someone you know wants them all,”

“Someone I know?!” Casey exclaimed and his immediate thought was the turtles. But which one would want five love potions?! He asked you but was met with a shrug and he chased you around the kitchen. You laughing and him saying how you just had to tell him! You made a mad dash for the living room and squealed as he caught you, lifting you up into his arms. “Sorry Case, confidential information,” you giggled but you were serious. “Aghhhh,” Casey groaned squeezing you for a second before letting you go, “finee,” he whined accepting you wouldn’t tell him. “Don’t whine! I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” you winked. Yeah, he’d figure it out later, but right now, he was a man on a mission. “C’mere,” he said with a smirk and it only grew as you raced into the living room, continuing the game of cat and mouse. He was definitely going to catch you!

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turtle-babe83 · 1 year

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👋Hi I just wanted to tell you that you're an amazing writer and that I love your work 💕 I as also wandering if you could do a smutty fluff with an insecure reader and a loving bf Raphael. Maybe with 59, 100, 101, and 116?

Anyway I love all the cool stuff you do and have a nice day/night❤

I love this request ♥️♥️♥️ sorry it took so long to get it done! I appreciate your patience!! 😘😘 I kind of assumed female reader, hope that’s okay!

Eye of the Beholder

Raph x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW content 18+ only

You glared at your reflection. Just out of the shower, you stood before your floor length mirror and eyed your stretch marks with disdain. You pinched the extra inch around your middle and sighed heavily. Your gaze only saw your “flaws” and you wanted to hide from your own judgmental stare. The sound of your window jiggling open pushed you into action, grabbing your robe and putting it on quickly. There’s only one guy who would be coming to see you in that manner.

“Raphael,” you greeted your muscle-bound boyfriend.

His green gaze trailed over you heatedly. You wanted to shrink. Pulling the robe tighter around you, you took a step back. Raph lifted his brow as he noted how uncomfortable you seemed.

“Everything alright, shorty?” he asked quietly.

“Sure, why wouldn’t it be?” you lied.

He took another step forward and you instinctively moved back. He gave you a knowing look.

Raphael sighed, “I can’t help ya if ya don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

You gnawed the inside of your cheek and averted your eyes. Why did he have to see so much?

“It’s just…well…wouldn’t you rather be with someone skinnier?”

Your question was met with silence. You shifted your gaze back to his face and instantly wished you hadn’t. His jaw was clenched tight and eyes narrowed. You’d seen that look before but never directed at you. Your heart sank in your chest. He must have realized you were right. You knew this day would come eventually but it still hurt terribly.

“I-I’ll get your things for you,” you mumbled, voice cracking.

You turned away but before you made it one step, he grabbed your wrist and jerked you back around. Your gasp of surprise was cut off when he smashed his mouth to yours. The kiss was full of fury and a hint of desperation. Your insides tingled as he pushed his tongue past your lips to taste you fully. You felt yourself starting to melt into him when his arms slipped around your hips and waist. You stiffened unconsciously. Raphael growled and pulled back.

“Stop this bullshit,” he fumed. “Why the fuck would I want anyone else?”

He grabbed the ends of the belt and pulled, allowing your robe to fall open and reveal your naked form. A flush covered your body and your mouth dropped open.

“Look at ya! What guy wouldn’t want a piece of this? Yer so soft and sexy, and hell, ya take me like a champ,” he paused as a thought hit him. “Is this why ya always want the lights off when we fuck?”

A sob broke from your throat and you covered your face in shame. Raphael felt his heart breaking for you and pulled you flush against him. His hands rubbed up and down your back soothingly.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Babydoll, I think yer beautiful. I love yer body, every last curve. Let me show ya,” he murmured wiping the tears from your cheeks.

You hiccuped and sniffled, then you whispered, “O-okay.”

Raphael finally smiled. He tugged you over to your floor length mirror and slipped the robe off your shoulders.

“Watch us. Don’t take yer eyes off me fer a second.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. He caught your gaze in the reflection and held it as he peppered soft, moist kisses across your shoulders and neck. He worked his way down your back and playfully nipped your ass. Kneeling on the floor behind you, he nudged your legs wider apart and angled himself so that he could stretch his long tongue between your thighs to lick at your center. Staring into the mirror, you saw his pink tongue slide through your folds and then back several times, rubbing your clit on each pass. It was stunningly erotic to see his larger body behind you with a perfect view of him tasting your cunt. Replacing his tongue with a thick finger, he mouthed the spot where your thigh and ass met, leaving purplish bruising along with the imprint of his teeth. His digit sped up, thrusting deep and fast, and you felt the band in your lower belly tightening. How did he always get you so close so quickly? You stiffened and moaned as your release crashed over you, and he smacked your thigh when your eyes drifted shut.

“Keep watching,” he rumbled. “Look at tha goddess in that mirra. An’ I’m the lucky bastard that gets ta worship her.”

Your eyes snapped open and you saw yourself, body flushed and dewy with sweat, your eyes darkened with lust-blown pupils, your breasts swaying from the rocking of your hips as he finger fucked you through your orgasm. For a moment, you could see it. Like Venus rising from the clam shell, pure feminine beauty. Then you caught Raphael’s eyes brimming with desire and best of all, love.

“Bed. Now.”

You hustled to obey his gravelly orders as he grabbed your mirror and turned it towards the bed. Then he pushed his shorts and underwear to the floor and climbed up on the bed with you. He kissed you soundly and then he positioned you on your hands and knees, taking his place behind you. His hands kneaded at your ass, then smoothed around your soft belly and up to cup your full breasts.

“Feels like ya were made for me. I ain’t a small guy, but ya take everything that I dish out,” he said, pinching your nipples and causing you to moan. “Forget snacks, yer the whole fucking meal…and I’m famished.”

With that, he started pushing his wide girth between your folds, groaning at the tight fit. You mewled as he touched places inside you that only someone of his size could. Sex with Raph was always good, but a part of you had held back each time before, scared of him feeling your pudge and being disgusted. A gentle but firm tug on your hair made you lift your chin.

“Keep watching, baby. I’m gonna fuck ya so good and yer gonna be my good girl and keep yer eyes on the mirror.”

You whimpered. You couldn’t help it. The woman staring back at you in the mirror looked thoroughly debauched, unbelievably sexy, and with his first strong thrust, she looked happy. Your breasts swayed and bounced as he set a rhythm, and you watched as he bit his plush bottom lip in bliss. He was watching as well, enjoying the view as the two of you rocked together. You pushed back, panting as desire made you bold. He was still staring at you and licking his lips, eyes trailing your reflection with hunger. Suddenly, he hooked an arm around your ribs and pulled you up flush to his plastron. The other hand went to your clit and he licked a path up the side of your neck to your ear.

“Look how gorgeous ya are with yer legs spread and my cock inside ya.”

Your eyes dropped to where you could see him thrusting up, his dark member glistening wet with your creamy juices as he plunged into your heat. His finger circled your nub, and he nibbled your neck, sending chills down your spine.

“Raph!”

“That’s it, baby. Let it go. Look at us. I’m fucking an absolute goddess. Still gets ta me that ya let me touch ya like this,” he groaned. “Cum fer me again.”

He quickened his thrusts and pressed harder against your pearl, until your legs stiffened and back arched with a loud wail of his name. He followed soon after, filling you up, before collapsing with you on the mattress. He pulled you into his arms and immediately began to press soft kisses to every bit of skin within reach. You couldn’t help your giggles.

“Raph, I don’t, god, I don’t deserve you.”

Raph pressed a finger to your lips.

“Hush that. That’s supposed ta be my line,” he chuckled, then his look turned serious. “Listen, I get insecure sometimes, too, ya know? But I don’t want ya ta eva doubt how I feel about ya. Yer my girl. I love ya.”

This time, your eyes misted with happiness and you snuggled closer as you murmured back, “I love you, too.”

♥️

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taizi · 1 year

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Didn’t want to overwhelm what I’m sure is a very full inbox, since I’ll admit I have submitted a few requests before — but periodically I can’t pass up the chance when you say they’re still open (pending your whim, of course, as it should be). so anyway. I ADORE your tmnt 2003/2012 crossover where the 12s are looking for their sensei, all from 03s POV. And then I ALSO ADORE the 2012/Rise, from 12Mikey’s POV about Little Blue. So — any chance you fancy a 2003/Rise crossover? Perhaps an 03Leo observation of the absolutely terrifying raw power these bitty baby turtles call ninpo? 03Donnie trying to make sense of RiseMikey yeeting a cargo ship? Rise boys pointing out 03Raph’s accent as the only new yorker? that’s a bunch sorry have a lovely day!

It happens on an unremarkable Tuesday night, as they’re heading home from a relatively quiet patrol. Raph is grumbling under his breath because he still has energy to burn, and one tussle with the Dragons was about one-tenth of the outlet he was looking for.

Mikey’s natural state of being is still-has-energy-to-burn and he walks backwards to make a moue of false sympathy in Raph’s direction.

“Aww, poor Raphie,” the little menace coos. “We’ll find you another head to knock, I promise.”

“Won’t have to look very far, there’s one right here,” the red-banded turtle growls, and dives after him. Mikey shrieks in combination terror-excitement and darts around the other side of Leo. Leo allows himself to be circled, looking as though he’s ready to go straight to bed when he gets home, where at least he won’t have to deal with any annoying little siblings for the next six solid hours.

“Hey, um,” Donnie says from somewhere behind them. “Umm, Leo? Guys?”

His tone draws Raph up short. He turns with the long tails of Mikey’s mask still caught in his fist, while Mikey continues to squawk and flail. Leo is already moving out from in between the two of them, abandoning the youngest to his fate and approaching Donatello swiftly.

He doesn’t even need to ask what caught the genius’ eye. Donnie is staring at a bright point of light above the street. It hovers for a moment and then begins to open wider, warm and yellow and glowing.

As Raph watches, something falls through. Someone. He barely has a second to make out the vaguely human shape of the body before the mask tails in his hand are yanked away and his smallest brother is racing forward across the rooftop like a bullet.

Leo makes an aborted move to stop him, but there’s no point. Mikey has always been the fastest of the four and he has always, exclusively, only ever done what he wanted to do. Really, Raph shouldn’t even be surprised.

Mikey catapults off the parapet, collides with the body before it can fall more than a few feet toward the unforgiving asphalt eight stories below, and brings it safely to the roof of an adjacent building, taking the brunt of the fall in a neat barrel roll.

“Ugh, he’s gonna be bragging about that catch for weeks,” Raph mutters, keeping pace with Leo as they follow him over.

Donnie is way ahead of them both, easing the body out of Mikey’s arms by the time the eldest turtles catch up. It’s a green-skinned teenager, with the oh-so-familiar built-in armor of a turtle shell. The red stripes on his face, and yellow ones down his arms and legs, are obscured almost entirely by grisly bruises and a not-insignificant amount of blood. Most tellingly, the kid is wearing a bright blue ninja mask.

“Oh,” Don says, pausing in opening his medkit. He rubs one hand gently over the little mutant’s bruised forehead. “It’s another Leo.”

It says something about their lives that this isn’t the weirdest thing that’s ever happened on a Tuesday. Above them, the portal the kid came through is closing rapidly. The light goes with it, dwindling until it’s gone.

“He’s tiny,” Mikey says, all the joy and irreverence from a few moments ago blown clean out of his expression. Raph doesn’t like to see him look so worried, brow creased beneath his sunny orange mask. “And he’s hurt bad.”

“What the hell happened to him?” Raph rumbles, arms folded tight across his own plastron. It rankles to see any version of Leonardo injured like this. “And where the hell are his brothers?”

“They can’t be far,” Leo says, because it’s unspoken that where one of them goes, they all go, no matter what backwards dimension they might come from. He kneels next to his younger brothers and looks over his small counterpart with grave eyes. “But there’s no time to wait. He needs stitches at the very least. Donnie, can we move him?”

Donnie finishes packing the sluggishly bleeding gash above the kid’s knee with a temporary bandage and tapes it down, then sets about the rest of his medical examination, brown eyes troubled.

“There’s a crack in his shell that concerns me,” he says, probing around the kid’s neck with careful fingers. “And he almost definitely sustained some head trauma. I just can’t be certain about a spinal injury. I don’t want to risk permanent damage by manhandling him into the sewers. There’s also—oh.”

Donnie’s hands pause where he’d been feeling down the kid’s right arm. He pulls it out carefully from where it’s sandwiched between the kid’s side and Mikey’s plastron. Raph stoops to get a closer look at whatever got Donnie’s attention and then feels his chest go tight with rage.

They’re chains. Tiny, glowing links of burnished gold, almost translucent, wrapped firmly around the strange mutant’s forearm. And his fist is clenched around what looks like a piece of paper, but the chains are more concerning.

“Hey, uh, what the fuck,” Mikey says loudly. His hands on the kid’s shoulders tighten there protectively. “Can we get those off?”

“Let’s try,” Leo says, his own eyes whited-out and narrowed. He tests the chains with a touch, the way of someone testing the elements on a stove to see if they’re hot. When nothing happens, he grips one of the chain links firmly and begins to pull.

Raph, Donnie and Mikey all jump at the same time when Leo suddenly yanks his hand away with a hiss.

“What?” Donnie blurts. “What happened? Did it burn you?”

“No, it—it bit me,” Leo replies, shaking out his hand.

The golden chains glow a little brighter as the brothers watch, and now there are bright purple sparks trailing warningly up and down the length of them like an electric current. Raph eyes the purple warily. It looks like it bites.

“Try a knife?” Mikey says, tone upturned at the end because he’s as much out of his depth as the rest of them are.

Donnie hums, brow wrinkled thoughtfully, and works a kunai out of his belt. He slides the edge under one of the chains without issue, but the moment he starts to apply pressure, the orange glow and purple sparks become limned with red, like some kind of armor. The chains constrict slightly, biting tighter into the kid’s arm.

Back off, they say, as clearly as anything without a voice ever could.

“Leave it for now,” Raph says. He won’t say it out loud, aware of how stupid it would sound, but that color combination alone soothes some of the jagged uncertainty he has about this whole situation. “It ain’t like Little Blue’s a prisoner. We can deal with the chains once we’ve dealt with the obviously broken bones.”

Leo nods, on the same page for once. “Can you wake him up, Donnie?”

“Actually, I have just the thing,” Donnie says, like that’s some big surprise, hauling his satchel around and digging through it for a moment. That thing might as well belong to Mary Poppins, and he proves it nearly every day. Sure enough, Don emerges victorious with a container of tiny capsules. Shaking one out into his palm, he says, “Smelling salts. Sort of. My own spin, anyway. Mike, brace him as best you can, okay?”

“You got it, Doc,” Mikey says, picking the parts of the kid’s chest and shoulder that look the least beat-to-hell and planting his hands there.

Donnie snaps the capsule and waves it under Little Blue’s beak. It takes all of three seconds for the kid to give a violent full-body jerk, flailing wildly and going nowhere beneath Mikey’s steady grip. His eyes fly open, a burst of bright gold, and dart around frantically. The left eye is bloodied. Raph can feel his metaphorical hackles going up, because someone obviously beat the shit out of this kid, and he can’t be much older than fifteen.

“Hey, easy,” Mikey says, in a light, breezy tone, “you’re okay, you’re safe.”

“Okay, we can knock spinal injuries off the list,” Donnie says. He looks like about a hundred pounds of stress was just lifted off his shoulders.

Little Blue squints at them, all woozy. When he finally finds Mikey’s face, probably little more than a green and orange blur from his perspective, he relaxes visibly.

“Dee’s tryin’ to experiment on me again,” he whines. “Make ‘im stop or I’m telling Raph.”

Message delivered, he slumps back into sleep after that—apparently reassured by his present company, looming threat of unwilling experimentation notwithstanding. Donatello looks bewildered, and glances sidelong at Raph. Raph shrugs. Leo huffs out a laugh, sitting back on his heels.

“I’d know that tone anywhere. If he’s not the youngest, he’s close.”

“He’s just like me for real,” Mikey pipes up, grinning widely. “Home?”

“Home,” Leo confirms. “Can you carry him?”

“Uhh, are you kidding? He’s probably about as heavy as a handful of grapes.”

“We need to be careful with his arm. The, uh, unchained one. It’s broken in a couple of places. And try not to jostle his leg, either. And his shell—”

“Don, we get it,” Raph says, not unkindly. “Fragile, handle with care. Hear that, chucklehead? No razzmatazz.”

Mikey makes an offended noise and Leo cuts them off at the pass with the grace and finesse of someone who’s been single-handedly dealing with their shit for the better part of twenty years. “Let’s go Mikey. We’ve been out here too long already, and that light-show might have attracted some attention. I’ll call sensei once we start moving and ask him to prepare the infirmary bed for us.”

It’s a group effort to get the kid folded into Mikey’s arms in a manner that doesn’t upset Donnie’s doctoral sensibilities. But he’s such a scrawny stringbean that Mikey carries him with the same level of effort Casey might use to haul around a couple twelve packs of Cherry Coke.

Little Blue, for his part, only squirms to get comfortable and smushes his cheek against Mikey’s shoulder without waking. He’s clearly used to being hauled around. Raph won’t give him the satisfaction of admitting it, but he thinks Leo was probably right. That’s little sibling behavior if Raph’s ever seen it.

Splinter takes the arrival of a fifth turtle in the lair like a champ. It’ll be a cold day in hell when they manage to surprise their dad for real. His aged brown eyes are gentle as Mikey sets the kid on the cot, and he lingers nearby as Donnie prepares the fiberglass for the arm cast. He’s probably remembering when Fearless was that small.

Splinter manages to work Blue’s fist free of the paper he was clutching and smooths out the creases. It looks like it might be a photo. Whatever it is, it causes the rat’s eyes to get very old and very sad. He puts it back in the little mutant’s hand and closes his fingers around it again.

Somehow Little Blue manages to sleep through the stitches and the setting of his broken arm. He doesn’t even stir as he’s tipped onto his side so ointment can be applied to the crack in his shell before the edges are smeared with epoxy and forced back together.

He could probably use the rest—he looks like he just tumbled out of the end of the world. Donnie isn’t concerned about the prolonged stint of unconsciousness only because the kid was awake for a few minutes and coherent enough to form sentences, as confused as they were.

The chains have dulled to the barest glow. Every now and then they light up like Christmas, but only for a minute or two. Mikey dubs it “energy-saving mode.” It’s remarkably un-reassuring.

The whole clan eats dinner in the infirmary in a bunch of mismatched chairs, all of them reluctant to leave the battered child’s side. The second time one of his brothers starts to nod off, Raph makes the executive decision that he’ll take first watch.

Because none of his siblings know how to do anything the easy way, he has to all but run them out at blade-point.

“I know for a fact that you haven’t slept in three days, Don,” Raph says mercilessly. Donnie withers like a little overwatered plant when sensei’s sharp eyes descend upon him. “And Mikey, you’re barely any better than him. I will gladly throw you under the bus next, try me.”

“And we call Leo the mother hen,” the youngest grumbles, only to squeak and dive behind Leo when Raph advances a single threatening step in his direction.

“C’mon, you two,” Leo says, herding them out. “We can have a sleepover in the den. That way we’ll hear it if Raph calls us.”

It’s an unspoken request for Raph to wake them if anything happens. Raphael salutes him only semi-sarcastically and takes up camp next to the cot. Splinter draws a chair up beside Raph’s, whiskers twitching with amusement as Mikey whines from the living room, “But I won’t even be able to sleep!”

“He’ll be out like a light in twenty,” Raph says dryly.

“Ten, if Donatello puts on “How It’s Made,”” Splinter replies with equal parts exasperation and affection. He puts one clawed hand on Little Blue’s forehead, and goes on, “It was good of you to bring him here.”

Wondering if he’ll ever outgrow the uncomfortable feeling he gets from any sort of praise, Raph spins a sai for something to do with his hands and mutters, “Well, yeah. Us turtles gotta look out for each other. It’s not like the humans are gonna do it.”

Splinter kindly moves on. “The boy’s qi is very bright, for all that something has recently attempted to snuff it out. I can tell he was raised in a home full of love.”

“Someone’s gotta be missin’ him,” Raph agrees. It makes his stomach sink to think of some version of his family missing their Leo.

Reading Raph’s mind as easily as he always has, the rat transfers his hand to his son’s arm and pats gently. “We will make sure that he finds his way home. Now,” he adds in a brighter tone, “tell me about my two youngest refusing to take proper care of themselves. I need to know how many flips to assign.”

Grinning, Raphael settles in to spend these quiet early morning hours gossiping with his father.

He must doze off himself at some point, because his senses kick him awake the second before a heavy thud would have. He jumps to his feet, but Splinter raises a hand to calm him.

“Our guest is up,” the rat says mildly. “Collect your brothers.”

Normally, Raph would have something to say about leaving his father alone with a potentially dangerous unknown variable. In this case, he catches sight of two very bright, very frightened gold eyes staring at him from behind the cot, and decides Splinter is probably on the right track. Surprise, surprise.

So Raphael backs up toward the door, scrutinized every inch of the way. As he’s leaving, he hears the kid say, in a tone that’s aiming for demanding and landing somewhere around plaintive instead, “Who are you? Where’s my dad?” It makes Raph want to hit something.

His little brothers are fast asleep in a pile on the sofa. Leo is also actually resting for once in his goddamn life in the armchair, curled up with his limbs all folded like a pretzel. The TV is still on, but the volume is turned almost all the way down. Raph makes it a single step into the room before Leo’s eyes slide open, meeting Raph’s unerringly in the low light.

“He’s up,” Raph says plainly. “And he’s a little freaked out. Kinda got the idea that sensei wants us to make ourselves scarce for a bit.”

Leo nods. With his mask slung around his neck like a bandanna, the worry lines between his eyes are more obvious.

“Let’s make breakfast,” he decides. “You and I can handle a few omelets.”

Mikey usually takes charge of meals, because the goofball has never really shaken off the idea that he doesn’t contribute as much to the general workings of their family as everyone else does. Which is a fucking joke. They’d probably last all of two days without Michelangelo, and they’d be the most miserable two days known to man.

So his big brothers make it a point to wrestle control of the kitchen from him every now and then. Meals aren’t as good when anyone else is doing the cooking, but it’s the principle of the thing.

As Raph is beating a big mixing bowl of eggs together, he blurts, “If you got flung into another dimension, I’d drag your ass back home first thing. You’re not getting out of this shit that easy.”

“Language,” Leo says without looking up from the bell peppers on his cutting board. There’s a smile hiding in the corner of his mouth. “And I know you would.”

There’s a thump from the general area of the den—presumably a turtle falling off the sofa—followed by the low tones of Donnie and Mikey arguing sleepily. Raph’s heart does this big warm stretch in his chest as they amble into the kitchen, something he would never in his life admit to out loud.

Mikey’s mouth is open to protest this shameless coup of his kitchen. Raphael points the whisk at him warningly.

“One word and I’m tossing onions in here,” he says. “A whole bunch of ‘em.”

It’s as much of a threat as it needs to be. Mikey’s beak wrinkles but he only circles around the table to start the coffee for Don.

They return to the infirmary armed with plates and drinks. Little Blue is sitting on the edge of the cot, watching them with obvious wariness on his face. When this version of Mikey who isn’t his Mikey approaches him, Blue’s expression does something it hurts to look at. But he musters up a smile anyway and takes the plate and mug he’s offered.

The plate goes to the side right away. The mug is turned around and around in his hands. It’s a start.

“Um, hi,” he says. His voice is a shock to the system. He sounds like a childhood memory. “I guess introductions would be kind of redundant, huh?”

Donatello smiles. “That’s right. Do you already have experience with other dimensions?”

The kid’s hands go white-knuckled around his drink. “Not till recently,” he says woodenly. “And not like this. Donnie loves to talk about the multiverse theory, though. I’m an expert by proxy.”

Raph recognizes it when someone is on the brink of a panic attack and keeping it at bay by the skin of their fucking teeth, and his family sees it, too. He can practically see Leo reshuffling the course of this gentle interrogation, bypassing the obvious next question of “what the hell happened” for something a little safer instead.

“You were pretty banged up when we found you,” is what he lands on. “Do you feel alright?”

Leo’s tiny counterpart doesn’t seem to know what to make of him, equal parts awed and troubled. He glances over at Raph quickly, something of a knee-jerk reaction, and his face creases a little when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for. His eyes fly to Donnie next, where they only linger for a second before falling to his lap.

Raph can’t imagine how alone he must feel.

“Think so,” the kid says by way of answer. “I mean, my entire body feels like one big bruise, but I didn’t die. So I’ll take it as a win.” He blinks. “Unless I did die and this is a really weird afterlife. Or my brain is in that pre-death electrical storm and all my cells are depolarizing en masse and this is what it cooked up for me to go out with.”

Okay, the kid is beginning to sound more like a Donatello than a Leonardo now, but the way his voice is getting tighter and faster is all Mikey when he freaks himself out.

“Hey, hey,” Raph says as he stands, shoving his plate towards Leo blindly and lifting his empty hands. It doubles as a ‘slow down’ gesture, and also as a means to grab Blue if he passes out. “Cool it, kiddo. We’re not a—a brain tsunami or whatever the hell you just said.”

“That’s probably what a brain tsunami would say,” Blue says faintly.

Raph takes those few steps to the kid’s side, coming to stand between him and Splinter. He reaches out to tap the bottom of the mug Blue’s strangling.

“Drink,” he orders. “You’re safe here. If you need someplace to panic, or scream, or throw things, I’ll show you my wreck room. But you’re not allowed to see it at all if you pass out again.”

The kid obediently lifts the mug to his mouth, mumbling a petulant, “Okay, mom.”

It’s the exact same tone of voice that Raph, Mikey, Donnie and even Casey have used to say those exact same words to Leo. Raph’s shock must show on his face, because Splinter lets out a quiet huff of laughter. Leo’s laugh, somewhere behind them, is louder.

The miserable expression on Blue’s face clears after the first sip. Leo’s favorite drink when they were little, before he started to abandon childish things and mold himself into the shape of a leader, was strawberry milk. From the way Blue lifts wide gold eyes towards Mikey and holds the mug closer to his center, it’s his favorite, too. And it’s a piece of home he wasn’t expecting to find in this weird place.

Mikey winks at him and a line of tension in Blue’s shoulders fades away. For the second time since waking up, Blue smiles back. It comes a little easier to him this time.

Raph isn’t surprised. A Mikey makes everything better.

“While I can understand why a wave of short-circuiting neurons in your brain might seem like the most logical explanation for this,” Donatello says, which makes goddamn one of them, “I can promise you that this is real. You fell through a portal in Brooklyn.”

“A portal?” Blue asks. “A yellow one?”

“Yeah! You remember?” Mikey says brightly.

“I remember the light,” he replies slowly. He sets his cup down, and his hand drifts over to the crumpled-up photo sitting on the cot beside him. He doesn’t lift it or look at it, he just sets his hand on it, like he’s taking strength from its existence. “It was so dark and cold, and then the sun came out. I think I reached for it. I don’t know how I ended up here.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Leo says firmly. “And those chains, too.”

“Chains?” the kid asks.

“The ones on your arm,” Donnie says. “You don’t feel them?”

Little Blue looks down at both his casted and his whole arm, frowning. He lifts the whole one closer, turning it, and Raph catches the faint glimmer of those stubborn chains before they explode into burning gold. Blue yelps in surprise, and Raph’s brothers fly to their feet.

“Did that hurt?” Mikey says all frantic, flapping his hands.

It’s a fair question. Little Blue’s eyes are still wide and stunned, but now they’re filling rapidly with tears. He touches the chain the same way Leo had, like he’s testing something. It’s on the tip of Raph’s tongue to warn him not to, but it turns out not to be necessary.

That aggressive show the lights put on for Raph and his siblings is nonexistent. Those purple sparks circle Blue’s fingers harmlessly. The red glow is a steady, unfaltering warmth. The chains themselves cinch tighter, resolute and unbreakable.

Donnie’s mind is racing behind his brown eyes. He’s putting together what Raph’s heart had already figured out back on that rooftop.

Wherever one of them goes, they all go. It didn’t make sense to find any version of Leonardo by himself, because his brothers would never have let him go without a fight. The place he belongs to would fight tooth and nail to keep him.

Sure enough, Little Blue hugs his arm against his plastron and whispers, “Thanks for holding onto me.”

Then he’s in motion. He knocks back the rest of his strawberry milk like he’s a character in a Western film throwing back a shot of rye, crams the photo into the pouch at his waist, and hops off the cot. He staggers immediately, catching himself on the arm of Splinter’s chair. The whole thing is not giving Raph a whole lot of confidence in whatever this kid is planning, but he gets the feeling that trying to stop him now would be like trying to stop a trainwreck with his bare hands.

Blue points at the butter knife on Leo’s plate, there because he eats his omelets like an old man.

“Can I borrow that?”

“Uh, sure,” Leo says, standing up and passing it over.

“Thanks,” his young counterpart says with a winning smile, just seconds before it lights up in his hands and changes shape. When the bright blue glare fades, there’s a katana in the kid’s hand where a butter knife used to be.

“What the fuck?” Raph and Mikey shout at the same time, though Mikey’s is more of a delighted shriek.

Blue is blinking rapidly, like he’s trying to clear his gaze. He’s swaying where he stands, and Splinter’s brow is folded in concern, but before anyone can stop him, he lifts his shiny new sword in front of him and slashes down through empty air.

Right away, a small cyan portal opens in front of him. It’s charged and electrified, a playful spinning thing. Raph’s heart is racing, and he puts out a hand to keep Mikey firmly behind him. Similarly, Leo has a solid grip on the leather strap across Don’s plastron, because their little brothers are both the same type of idiot in opposite directions when it comes to sparkly unexplainable things.

Little Blue, for his part, looks disappointed in his portal and in himself, and it bleeds quickly into frustration. “Come on,” he says, shaking the sword in his hand. He forces the portal open a little wider, gaining a few inches in diameter. It’s still not big enough to be anything like a door, or even a window.

“Your qi is exhausted,” Splinter says gently. “It will take days yet to build it up into even half of what it should be.”

“I don’t want to wait days,” Blue grits out, hand white-knuckled around the hilt. “I want to go home.”

The chains on his arm begin to unravel, elongating impossibly, becoming bigger and denser. Now they more closely resemble the heavy-duty chains Don uses in the garage to lift engines above his head. Two loops remain around his wrist, and the rest of it goes flying into that portal.

For a moment, nothing happens.

And then, to put it in scientific terms, the portal fucking explodes.

What started as the size of a dinner plate is now easily big enough for the Battle Shell to barrel through with plenty of clearance on all sides. It stands almost as tall as the ceiling and just as wide. And it barely has a chance to exist in this state for more than a second before multiple bodies come hurtling through from the other side at break-neck speed.

“LEO!” three young voices scream, and Little Blue drops his sword to meet the chaos with open arms.

“Took you long enough,” he says warmly.

#tmnt 2k3 #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #hamato raphael #hamato leonardo #hamato michelangelo #hamato donatello #my writing #prompt #anonymous #tmnt fic #reduxi: the rise remix #this got away from me lmao #i may write a 2nd part if anyone is super interested #this wasnt exactly what u asked for sorry anon !

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Sooooo, are you still taking writing prompts? What about a Starborn PC (aka Shephard) heading into Nishina station and Sam can’t figure out what the hell she’s so worried about? I’m heading in there NG 6 and it’s just such emotional whiplash, depending on how you play. Sweet Jesus, the angst/comfort/smut potential….😁

Love your fics so much, thanks for sharing!

Fandom: Starfield

Pairing: Sam Coe x Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 2135

🌟Note: Contains Main Story Spoilers🌟

the world can wait

You’ve done this before. More than once. It’s not complicated but it is tedious. Worth it to save both realities again and again. Shifting between the sterilized facility with robot defenses and its survival horror counterpart, complete with alien monstrosities. You make quick work of it all, overriding the obstacles blocking your way to get to the lab. To the artifact.

Only this time, Raphael’s body in the sterilized reality doesn’t contain the slate that’s needed to save everyone. Padding him down, you check every pocket, sleeve, boot, anything you can find. But there’s nothing.

“Shit, Raph, where’d you put the damn slate?” The search spreads wider.

You rifle through lockers and under desks and chairs. You even check the bathroom. Maybe he dropped it behind the toilet? But it’s nowhere to be found and time is ticking. Shifting back to the reality colored apocalyptic horror, you find Raphael, alive and well.

“Hey, do you have the slate?”

“What slate?” he asks and his confusion has your stomach in knots.

“The one with the degaussing instructions.”

“I don't have that.”

If only you’d taken time to memorize it. The regret pools in your gut. Learning the hard way, again.

With a sigh, you thank him and head back to the sterilized reality. At the very least, you can save this version. But new questions arise in your head with the turn of events. Is it a mercy to leave Raph, protecting him from the crushing weight of being a sole survivor? Or will he slowly starve to death, coming back for you in another universe, angry and vengeful?

There’s no time to dwell. You make your choice. Scientists over Raphael.

You disengage every power interlock as quickly as you can. Power down the central control and grab the artifact.

Spinning and swirling and swimming in a sea of stars, the unity touches your mind, showing you the latest thread spun in your particular tapestry of fate.

You wake up, only one thing on your mind.

Sam.

Did this new decision cause a disruption or a disconnect? Will you leave Nishima and find him standing just outside the facility where he said he’ll be?

How badly is this world fucked?

Panic rises, festering and oozing out through your sweating palms. You fret and fumble, stumbling your way back to the main entrance. You don’t even bother to check up on the scientists. They’re obviously fine. Their thank yous roll off your back as you pass them by. You see the exit.

The door hisses and it feels like an eternity before they pull apart enough for you to squeeze through, eyes searching for the place he should be.

“Sam?” You call, your voice dry, rough and cracked.

But he’s not where you left him.

Your heart races. You’re mumbling “no” under your breath, over and over again, like a penitent sinner. Pleading with the heavens, and bargaining with the stars.

“Sam!” You scream.

His name is a choked back sob burning at the back of your throat.

“You better be here,” you croak, eyes searching the horizon and all the places around you.

He shouldn’t be back at the ship but what if he is? What if he’s safe? A glimmer of hope. You need to see. Need to know.

You take another step forward, the tears drying as you tell yourself that he’ll be there.

But then that little worm named worry inches in, whispering to you, what if he isn’t? Then you’ll have to explain to your crew mates. Explain to Cora.

Oh, no—Cora.

You slump to your knees, the voice of worry growing louder. A cacophony of horrible what-ifs brings your heart rate up so high your hands are shaking. You can’t go back to the ship without him. You can’t—you won’t. You know you haven’t searched everywhere. There's one last place before you’ll give in and go to the ship, to face whatever might be waiting there. So you turn around, retracing your steps back to the facility, heading up the stairs and toward the cliff edge. You pass by a tree on the right and pause to watch as the sky awakens in an ambient peach glow. It’s beautiful but it’s not Sam. You hang your head, hopeless.

“Oh Sam,” you whisper to yourself. “Where are you?”

A hand on your shoulder has you reeling around, gun in your hand.

“Whoa, whoa! You alright there, darlin,?”

Sam.

He’s okay. He’s okay! The weight lifts off you and just one look into his baby blues is enough to carry you down from that panic driven high.The air is breathable again as you toss your gun aside, throwing your arms around Sam’s neck. You cling to him, fingers grasping at the bare skin of the back of his neck, tears flowing freely down your face. “Where were you? I looked everywhere and you weren’t—you weren’t—“

Then your hands are on his cheeks, fingers to his lips as your eyes map out the entirety of his face. You wrap your arms around his midsection and squeeze, ear pressed against his chest. His heartbeat is a steady thrum inside your head.

He holds you tight, smoothing his hand up and down your back. “Shh, I’m right here,” he says. “I’m right here.”

“I thought I’d lost you.” Again.

“You haven’t lost me,” he says. “I’m here.”

He gently removes your hands from his neck and holds them, studying your face.

You grasp his hands tightly, and bring them to your lips. One kiss for each knuckle and one kiss for each scar. Then you flip his palms over and kiss those too.

The lines of his eyes crinkle when he smiles at you. “You okay? Need to talk about what happened in there?”

You shake your head. You’d rather forget it all.

“I just—I need you.”

“Okay,” he says in his familiar and calming drawl. He presses his lips to your forehead. “Okay.”

You lift your chin, searching his eyes. Drink up his soft and gentle smile. Then you kiss him. Deep and devoted. His tongue slips into your mouth, hands roving your body, urgent and insatiable.

You back him against the nearby tree, out of sight for anyone that might come along. No one will, though. You’re confident of that. It’s just you and him and the wide expanse of land meeting sky embracing the two of you in a morning haze.

Your fingers are undoing his belt buckle and his hands slide up your back, to your shoulders and then cup your face. His eyes are askance of your audience.

“We don’t—you don’t have to do this.”

“It’s not a matter of obligation. But of want. Of need,” you tell him.

It’s a matter of finding some solace in the sighs you can invoke. You want to hear him, revere him, touch him. Immerse the entirety of your essence in him.

“Who am I to protest then?” he says with a chuckle.

How you’ve missed that. Missed him. Those few moments without him were just minutes but felt like days—no millennia.

His belt buckle loosens. Button unsnaps.

You relish in the soft zip mixed with the quiet hush of wind at your ear, kneeling before him as the supplicant pilgrim. He’s already shirking out of his jacket, tossing it on the ground beside you. Your fingers inch under the hem of his shirt, exploring the skin of his body and brushing over the hair of his belly. Sprawling hands out to his sides, finger pads pressing into the black inked tattoos, you rest your forehead against him.

Three deep breaths and you’re grounded for a moment.

One of his hands pets your head, soothing and calming before you press your lips to his belly button. Plant a plush path of kisses down to the elastic of his boxer briefs. Then you dip your hand past the band, tugging, and freeing his cock. Gently you massage his balls, while wrapping your other hand around his length. You pump once, careful not to pull the sensitive skin.

He murmurs something sweet, calls you darlin’ as you slide your hand down his shaft. You lick your lips as you eye his excited cock, bobbing slightly and eager. You kiss the veins and make use of your tongue, testing and tasting. Having a bit of fun.

With satisfaction, you envelope him with your lips.

He shudders under the sudden shock of warmth from your mouth; a flood of sensations to his nerves. You draw him in deeper, massaging him as you delight in his tip touching the back of your throat. You pull free, with a smack of tongue to lips while releasing his balls. A string of saliva catches fractals of light as you swipe it from your bottom lip, glancing up to meet his adoring eyes.

“You’re a sight to behold,” he says, voice deep and gravelly.

He doesn’t realize that he’s the true sight to behold. But you will show him. Show him that he’s all that and more.

You close your eyes, those words washing away all that worry. Lips pressed to his tip, you open your mouth wider to be filled with the entirety of him. Your cheeks hollow out as you suck. Your other hand, snaking around his ass and gripping, steadies you as he hisses a profanity.

His hand has slipped from your head to the back of your neck where he holds you tenderly. Though his cock twitches and hips jerk, begging to thrust, he remains self-controlled.

Your own arousal heightens under his strained moans and self suffocated cries. And you take more of him. More of those muffled sounds and praises that keep tumbling out of his mouth with every lick of your tongue. Every languid drag.

You quicken the pace, driven by the urge to please him and a bit of precum spills. You withdraw, lapping it up with a lewd swipe of your tongue.

Stealing another glance up at him, his eyes are closed, head falling back against the tree bark and that self control wavers with a desperate, “please,” and squeeze of your neck.

You oblige happily, losing yourself to his shudders and sighs. Ravishing his length in your mouth, setting a rhythm that pushes him to the precipice, guides him to the edge. His nails dig into your shoulder as you draw him in and out of your mouth. One great sigh and the grip of his hand loosens. Salt and warmth slide down your throat and you still your lips, gently sucking the remainder of his spend.

You swallow each and every last drop. With one last suck before release, his hands pull you away, drawing you up to his lips as he bends over you. Kisses you, urgent and besotted. After a few moments lost in the taste of one another, you break apart. Breathless. Come together again in a desperate embrace. Suspended in time, the sky brightens to almost blinding within the next hour. You never want to let him go. But the others will start to wonder. Unless—

“We should get back,” you say. “We need to check on the others.”

“Why?” Sam asks, tucking himself away and adjusting his pants. He buckles his belt.

“I had to do things differently this time—in Nishina. It’s why I was so worried I couldn’t find you. I was terrified something happened and—what if that something happened to the others—to Cora.” There’s that little flutter of panic again.

“Shh,” he says, pulling you back against his chest. “They’re alright,” he reassures.

“How do you know?”

He pulls away, placing his hands on your shoulders and squeezes. “I’ve already checked in on them through the comms. They’re okay. We’re all okay.”

You can feel the moisture in the corner of your eye but you wipe it away.

“I love you,” he says, kissing your forehead, then your cheek. Finally your lips. “Immensely and totally.”

And you know this in every fiber of your being but it is a relief to have it spoken. After everything.

You snatch up his jacket from the ground and dust it off. Hold it open as he stuffs an arm in, shirking it back on. Taking his hand in yours, you squeeze it once.

“I love you Sam Coe, and when we get to a quieter place, I’m going to spend a whole day showing you just how much.”

“Holding me hostage for a day, then?”

“Make that a week.”

With a chuckle and squeeze of your hand, he says, “I’m all yours, darlin’.”

And together you find your way back to the ship.

#bear replies #bear writes #prompt fill #sam coe x reader #starfield spoilers #starfield fanfic #entangled #smut #also this is my first time posting a gen reader fic so I hope it’s okay #and I hope this suits your prompt well enough #thank you for the prompt and the sweet compliment

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angelpuns · 5 months

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Small story!! (Because I was bored and love kid Leo au)

It was already night time and for the first time, Leo was meant to sleep in a new, unknown strange place. Away from his home. The older clone version of his brothers had gave him a tour through the "lair". Everything was different, nothing to do with his home he ever knew. This lair was way bigger, the room were train cars and not the room sewer tunnels. The projector room was wider... not to mention dad's old chair... all he knew was no more to see around. It wasn't even in the same location; he could easily be lost... again.

That made Leo sad. He didn't like it, he didn't want to be there. He wanted all to be just a dream, he wanted to cry, but actually he was really tired, his eyes were tired. But he can't let his guard down. This clones might experiment in his sleep. Never gonna happen. Not on his watch.

Clone Mikey had suggested a turtle pile. That would make their job easier, right? Well they wrong, Leo wasn't dumb, he won't be fooled by no clone.

Raph guide to his train car, his room. It was kind of obvious by the color coded. Leo tried to climb to the bed, he was to small to do without help. He struggled until Raph gave him little boost.

Raph didn't look so sure to let him sleep alone, but Leo didn't seem to fully trust him yet. He thought it'll be better to give him some time to make him feel more comfortable around them.

After everyone went to sleep; after a couple hours, our Leo wasn't capable of sleeping. Was it because he didn't felt sure about the evil clones? Or was it the bed? Maybe not comfy enough like his own bed. His bed was way better. No. It wasn't something, it was someone. He never sleep alone. He was missing his twin brother... that made Leo finally cried. He cried for a few minutes... until an idea pass through his mind. Maybe clones have heavy sleep, maybe they won't feel his presence. He will wake up before they do and they never know what happened.

Leo climbed down slowly, it was easy peasy limon squeezy. He silently like the great ninja he was went to evil clone Donnie's lab. It appeared to be empty. That's weird, where does he charge his batteries if it wasn't in his evil villain lab-ortory?

Leo continued his search he went to wagon next to the lab. Eorika! or what its said... he found the Donnie not-donnie. Leo was nervous to continue with his plan, but he was really tired. He needed sleep.

Next morning Donnie never felt this tired like to sleep in his bed, there was too much to think and to much to do, and all that made him exhausted. A nice smell reached to his snoot, meaning that Angelo was already up and cooking something delicious, also meaning that if he don't get up on his own, he'll have a nice early visit from Dr. Delicate touch and nobody wants that. Donnie tried to get up but he felt a little extra weight on his back (Donnie alway sleeps face down) he turn his neck as he could and could reach to see that it was none other than Leo sleeping peacefully on top of Donnie shell. Kinda looked like a cat, and if so, there was a sacred rule: you can't move or you'll wake him up. This reminded him when they were both toddlers, Leo always slept on top of him, both were comfy like that. There was never a single night didn't sleep together... until they got their own seperate rooms, nothing was the same, their special relationship also changed, they felt more distant. Donnie's fond smile vanished. He gave another look to Leo who still was sleeping. Donnie rested his head on the pillow and decided to sleep for few more minutes until Leo was awake. He didn't want this little moment to finish so soon. They stayed like that until Mikey went looking for them. Of course, Leo escaped running from the room to his. But still went to enjoy breakfast with the wrong made copy of his brothers. Both Leo and Donnie slept very well that night. 💜💙

Love you Angel!!!!

-🌸

WAGHGGHHHHHH I READ THIS LIKE 4 TIMES

OMGKMGOMGOK OK SO MUVH TO TALK ABOUT CAUSE WAAAAAAAA

Leo being like ' this bed is just not as comfy as mine: WAAAAAAAAA CAUSE THATS HONESTLY AN EXCUSE HE WOULD MAKE

ALSL ALSO ALSO THE IDEA THAT HE THINKS DONNIE NEEDS TO CHARGE HIS BATTERIES IS SO CUTE AND I WANNA DRAW IT SO BAAAAAAAAAADDDDDD

AND AND AND DONNIE'S SNOOT ;-; WAAAAA

Anyway this is so so so cute I read it so many times ;-;

#asks #kid leo asks

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preservationofnormalcy · 7 months

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You mentioned the group Heaven Sent before- could you tell me about that?

Gladly! I am the biggest Heaven Sent fan but they’re all but forgotten now.

Imagine, if you will, a small Norman in the late 1980s. I used to go to my older cousin’s place a lot. He was a little too laid back, if you get my meaning, having dropped out of both ETCetRA and Andromeda Starlight’s witchery program. But he had the best taste in music. I used to listen to his records all day. He had the classics of course, but being a magic user himself he had a few copies of extranormal musical artists. My second favorite was Absentia Ad Astra, but my absolute favorite was Heaven Sent.

Heaven Sent was formed in 1971, a three-member R&B girl group, all of whom were angels. The circumstances of their exit from Paradise is a little murky, but they seemed to not hold a special grudge towards other angels and were still quite popular among them. They swept the underground funk scene in the 1970s, singing about both the struggles of being an Angel on Earth as well as interactions with the wider extranormal community. I can’t find my copy of their first vinyl album, but here’s the track list:

Heaven Sent - Another Day in Paradise

Another Day in Paradise

Can't Have My Name

He's A Devil (But He's Mine)

Ain't Breaking This Spell

Can't Turn Back Time

Raph, Mike, Gabe (Heartthrobs)

Secrets, Secrets

War's Over, Baby (Let's Make Love, Not War)

Man At The Office

They’re most famous for Another Day In Paradise, but I like Man At The Office for….obvious reasons. I wish I was around to see them live! I’ll try and find my copy of their album.

#office for the preservation of normalcy #ask #extranormal music #ooc: answering this one out of order because it’s been in my head for weeks #angels

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yorshie · 4 months

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Omg so I saw your headcanons on the heights and weights of the turtles and yes yes let's talk body-building and math.

They are big muscle boys with big ass shells. They gon be heavy. Also in the first movie we see Raphael (720lb/326kg) throw a fucking shipping container at The Foot which, when EMPTY, can weigh between 7,700-8775lb (3.4 - 4 tonnes). Weightlifters know that mass moves mass so the bigger you are the easier it is to move stuff.

And when Eddie Hall achieved the world record of deadlifting 500kg, he weighed 200kg (so about 2.5x his bodyweight).

Now it wasn't a controlled deadlift but rather a bodyslam/toss. But for Raph to move a 3400kg container, he would need to weigh alot. 3400÷2.5 would be 1360kg but I doubt he would be that heavy. Still, the turtles are insanely strong from the effects of their mutation (which is also shown in other universes e.g. the og cartoon when Donatello rips a steel truck apart with his bare hands like it's bark off a tree) so I would agree he could be 300-400kg to do stuff like that easy.

Aha! God yes I saw that container toss in the first movie and I was like oooooooooooo

I fidget with their weight every now and again because I get a new thought but they actually spawned from the elevator scene and wondering about weight limits. And. Maybe. I might have been struck a little bit with the irate reading something (it was rise mind you but still) that put grown up Leo at 150lbs (which was my weight in college when I was still lifting and yes I had thighs for days but damn I’m only 5ft3inches). I kinda feel like not a lot of people actually get what men, especially muscley men, actually weigh. So I might have been like “if no one else will do it by god it’ll be me!”

Also…… not admitting anything…… not admitting anything at all…… but ya know. Ya know-

Big heavy man go brrrrrrrrrrrr

I’m sorry did you say something? I uh. I blanked there for a minute.

But Eddie offers great visual aide. Eddie here probably weighs. Eeehhhh. In the lower 300s lbs. he’s younger here. That’s likely years ago. 2017? Yup 2017 on the banner.

Eddie here. Yes. 400lbs plus some. Is that healthy? Weeeeelllll….. are you gonna tell him that? But you can see the difference.

I have seen video of him on YouTube now that he’s “retired” and he’s slimmed down some. Probably back in the upper two hundred range. Still though. He’s only two inches “shorter” than Raph. It’d stand to reason without the shell Raph would probably weight about the same... though his shoulders are still. Somehow. Wider. All I’m saying is there’s a reason I put “don’t get in my way” as Raph’s theme song.

Here’s Eddie’s world breaking record deadlift of 1102lbs/500kg. And to anyone that says Eddie only got the record because so and so retired, we all retire. But none of us could do what Eddie Hall does

youtube

#ask away!

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fishsticksloser · 11 months

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Love Like You

f!Leo x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, morning sex, soft sex, you touch his tail, biting, Leo is a spoiled brat..., let me know if I missed anything

A/N: The part 2 to Love Like You, finally some soft smut. I kinda made Leo spoiled because my Leo ghost (for my desktop) keeps asking for pets. Imagine I make a third part with Leo dealing with your death... that would be funny, huh?

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Leonardo's eyes flutter open, as he groans and stretches his whole body lazily. He feels like he's still half asleep, before sighing as a yawn forces his mouth open. He sees you laying next to him. Leo's breathing hitches in his throat, a small smile appearing on his face as he starts to pull on his partner, wrapping their arms around your chest as he presses his lips to the back of your neck. Leonardo chuckled before pulling back, nuzzling you cheek while letting out an exhausted sigh.

You groan softly, waking as he pulls you closer, kissing your neck. "Good morning, my dear husband..."

"Good morning, love of my life..." Leo says softly, his eyes flicking up and down his partner's face as he tries to take in every feature. Despite looking sleepy and rumpled, Leonardo's heart swells in their throat at the sight.

You press your body back against his, your back against his chest. "You feeling better, babe?"

Leonardo hummed with pleasure at the feel of your body against his, his breath hitching as he feels his chest rub against his partner's back. "I still feel a little tired but I'm okay," Leo assured them as he wrapped his arms around your midsection. Leo let out an exhausted sigh, feeling your soft skin beneath his hand as he hugged you closer. "How did you sleep, darling? Did you rest well?"

"The best sleep I've had in a while..." You mumble, feeling Leo's hand stroke your side. "You need to come back to bed more often..."

"Don't I know it," Leonardo sighed, feeling the desire begin to brew in his loins. Leo holds you close, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. The world can't hurt him while you're around.

"Y'know..." You hum softly. "You promised me something last night..."

Leo hummed with amusement as their cheeks flushed. "I make a lot of promises in the heat of the moment, my love," he teased gently, lightly tugging on your shoulder to pull you closer. Leonardo's heart stirred a little, his eyes shining. "You know I never intended to keep them~"

"So you don't intend on making love to me this morning~?" You tease, reaching behind you to stroke the back of his neck.

"Oh so that's the promise you're talking about..." Leonardo chuckled, sighing. He grumbled playfully as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "You convinced me, I'll honor my word. I won't leave you hanging."

"What a fucking tease..." You laugh as Leo pulls you closer.

"Is it really my fault? You're so fun to tease." He smiles, running a hand down your neck and over your shoulder. Leo's smile grows wider as his hand drifts to your waist. "Who's gonna protect the world if we decide to spend a day in bed?" His face darkens slightly as he asks the question. His breath hot on the back of your neck. His hand rests on your hips, holding you close as he speaks. Leo's voice is soft, but serious.

"Raph and Splints are taking care of it." You whine softly, pressing back against him. "Leo, this is the first time we've been in the same bed in like 3 months..."

"I guess the world'll have to wait." He leans in and kisses your neck again, his hand sliding beneath your shirt. "You're right, we should focus on us first..." He finally kisses you, smiling against your lips. His hand running down to your hip again. "You know, I missed doing this... This is what we should've been doing this whole time."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you." You tease, kissing him again. "But you were too busy being 'General Leonardo' you forgot to be 'husband Leonardo.'"

"General Leonardo is a man on a mission. Husband Leo is a lucky man who gets to spend the day with the love of his life."

"Let's never go 3 months without doing this again, deal?"

"Sounds like a good deal to me, but only if I get breakfast in bed." He chuckles, winking at you.

"Spoiled brat..." You sigh, playfully exasperated. "Fine."

"I prefer the term 'loved husband,' but spoiled brat'll do." He laughs, kissing you again. Leo wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer. The weight of his responsibilities slipping away as he forgets the coming days.

Leo pulls you closer, his passion beginning to flare. His tongue pushes against yours, his hand holds firmly on your hip. His thumb slips under the waistband of your pants. Leo's breathing gets heavier as your moan echoes around the room.

"Can't go much farther without losing some clothes..." He grins, tugging your shirt off. Leo pauses for a moment, enjoying the view. His grin widens, placing small kisses on your shoulders. He kisses across to your collarbone, slowly moving down your body. You reach for the hem of his pants, pushing them down slightly. "Woah, hey now... We've got all day to do this. Unless you don't want to enjoy breakfast?" He says with a sly smirk.

"You're insufferable..." You mumble, kissing him again as your hand slips into his pants.

"Am I not allowed to ask for a little break?" He scoffs. "I'm exhausted and I want to enjoy this as much as possible." Leo puts on a serious expression, hoping to keep you from pushing too hard too soon. He nuzzles your neck as he speaks, hoping to use affection instead of authority.

"Sorry..." You remove your hand respectfully, instead caressing his plastron.

"It's okay." Leo smiles softly, leaning down to kiss you. "We have the whole day, we should try to enjoy it." He nuzzles into your shoulder again, pulling you closer. He starts kissing the side of your neck, passion reigniting. Leo holds you closer, kissing growing more intense. His hand slowly start exploring down your body once more. You move so he can settle between your legs more comfortably, caressing his shell. Leo sighs and pulls back as you moan softly, resting his forehead against your shoulder. "You're making me want to skip breakfast entirely..."

"Not my fault your hands feel so good..." You pant softly.

"Don't blame me when you skip lunch too." He chuckles, kissing your neck again. He enjoys your reactions.

"Are you suggesting we skip breakfast all together?" You ask, playfully. Leo tries to resist you advances and keep himself in control as his mind fills with more and more lewd fantasies.

"If that's what you want..." A devilish grin spreads across Leo's lips as he kisses your neck, slipping his tongue across your skin. "... I could be convinced..."

"Gosh..." You sigh softly, pressing your hips to his.

"Mmm... It seems my resistance isn't lasting long..." He chuckles, kissing you again, his hand moving up your stomach. Leo's movements become more urgent as he grinds his hips against yours.

"Oh god, Leo..." You gasp, meeting his hips with your own.

"What are we going to do about breakfast?" He asks, his tone a mix of playfulness and desire.

"I fell like breakfast is the least of our concern..."

"You're right... Let's focus on us, the rest can wait." Leo kisses you again, his hand slipping down your leg, squeezing your thigh. He pulls your leg over his waist. You push your heel into his shell to push his hips harder against yours. "So you're going to be the naughty one today, huh?" He says playfully, biting your neck.

You hum in reply, moving to push your pants off. "Oh no you don't." Leo's hand moves down your leg, but he can't stop smiling. "Don't even think about going any deeper than that." His tone is stern, but playful. He can't stop his voice from breaking mid way, showing you how hard he's trying to hold himself back.

"Why not?" I ask, tilting my head in confusion.

"We all know where this is going to end up if you continue right?" Leo chuckles as he nuzzles against you. "As much as I would love to skip all the responsibilities in the world and focus on us... I can't leave my people behind..."

"Raph and your dad are handling it..." You huff, a little frustrated. "We have all day, yes, but I'm about to lose my mind, Leo... Fuck breakfast, this can be our breakfast or we can get brunch after this. I just... I need you..."

"You know..." Leo sighs, pulling you close. "Fuck... Let's forget about breakfast.." He whispers into your ear, his voice a mix of a chuckle and a groan. You push your pants down more, kissing along his jaw. "Baby... I swear to god..." Leo scowls at you, but his scolding isn't serious. He can't help but smile as he pulls you close to him. "What if we get caught..?"

"I will throw a pillow at them for not knocking on our door before bursting in." You huff, kicking your pants off.

A wide grin spreads across Leo's face. You always did know how to make him smile. "...You know what..." He says playfully, kissing you lightly. "I like that idea." He chuckles, kissing you again, a bit more passionately, and pushing you flat onto the bed.

You kiss him back, your hands on his shell again. "You know it's a little unfair for me to be naked..."

"Oh really..." Leo's voice is filled with playful indignation, he leans down to you, hovering over you as he kisses your neck. "We can always fix that, Y/N." An evil grin spreads across his face, and he begins to remove his pants off, his hand now caressing your leg. Your hands move to his hips, slowly sliding to his tail. You play with it, his tail wrapping around your finger. "Careful, I might just grab you with my tail." He chuckles before kissing you again, running a hand through your hair. "I know you like playing with it"

"It's soft..." You shrug softly. "And I like how you sound when I touch it." You stroke his tail again, base to tip.

"Mmm!" Leo grunts, his tail twisting in your hand. He presses his lips against your neck, holding you close as he kisses you repeatedly, his tail wrapping around your wrist. You moan softly, continuing to stroke his tail, or what you could reach since it was wrapped around your wrist.

Leo's tail releases your wrist as he slowly sinks himself into you. You move your hands to his carapace. "It's not luck" He says softly between kisses. "I chose you and you chose me." His smile widens as he pulls away, just barely, staring into your eyes with all the love and adoration in the world. "And I will always be here for you, and I'll never let go of this feeling. No matter what comes, I will always choose you." His voice is firm and determined, full of love and compassion.

Leo groans, slowly rocking into you, burying his face in your shoulder. He grunts slightly, feeling your nails against his shell, slowly picking up the pace. He lets out a loud moan as you move your leg higher up his waist, pressing you into the bed. He slows his thrusts, not wanting to push you over the edge just yet.

"Fuck, baby..." Leo groans, lifting your leg more, speeding up slightly. He kisses your neck, holding your hips up off the bed. You can tell he's close as his thrusts loose their rhythm. "Cum with me, baby... Please..." He pleads softly. You both reach your climaxes at the same time. Leo holds you close, shallowing thrusting to ride out both of your highs. He slowly pulls out and lays next to you while you recoup. "I don't deserve you..."

"Sweet baby blue..." You huff, cradling his face in your hands. You slightly squish his cheeks. "I landed the greatest man there is. There's no one better, you're it. Besides... I already married you, you're kinda stuck with me." You wiggle the fingers on your left hand in front of his face.

"I'm so lucky to have you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I don't deserve to have someone like you by my side." He shakes his head slightly. "I don't want to make you unhappy."

You kiss his lips, hard. "I wouldn't have married you if you made me unhappy. That would've been pretty dumb." You smile, kissing his snout. "You're irritating at times... Stubborn beyond belief - almost as stubborn as Donnie..." You kiss his cheek. "But you're my husband. The love of my life." You kiss between where his eyebrows would be if he had any. "And I will always be here for you..." You press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth.

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ashtheketchum · 27 days

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Hi :]

Can you write a rise Leo x a reader that has trouble sometimes speaking English because their main language is Spanish?

ROTTMNT Leo X Spanish GN.Reader

A/N: My first real request! Wow, I'm so happy! :D I like the idea, so let's do it! Have fun reading! (Picture from Pinterest!)

Summary: April brings an internet friend from Spain to the boys. April's friend has come to New York for vacation and is looking forward to meeting the four turtles. However, since the reader barely speaks English, Leo makes a few jokes.

Warnings: GN.Reader, oneshot, Leo is an idiot, Reader is from Spain (no appearance specified though!)

,,..." = Someone speaks spanish

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PoV (Y/N):

I had finally arrived in New York and I was very happy. April, my internet friend, invited me to meet her friends and of course I immediately accepted her offer. We met on Instagram and have written every day since then. I also already knew April's “special” friends, the turtles. Raph, Leo, Donnie and Mikey. Although I only saw them briefly and introduced myself to them briefly, they were also happy to get to know me properly.

However, while I was writing to April, I always used a translator because my English was terrible. I only knew a few words, which usually got me through school, but New York was a whole other level. ´Hello´, ´Bye´ and ´How are you´ wouldn't be enough, I already knew that. So April helped me a bit with my pronunciation and vocabulary. We spoke on the phone every evening and she taught me important vocabulary, which I learned and then used. Even on my plane to New York, I learned every word again until I could only think about that language.

When I arrived at the airport, I saw April swaying towards me. Smiling, I walked towards her with my bags in my arms. "Hey, (Y/N)! I’m glad you’re here!” She greeted me and hugged me tightly. I laughed and hugged her back before looking at her beaming. "I'm happy too! This is something different from my home.” I would live with April for a full week before setting out to fly back. I was allowed to sleep with her for as long as I could.

"We're going to the boys' tomorrow, today we'll just unpack your stuff!" April said, giving a thumbs up. I also gave a thumbs up and grinned wider. ,, Yes!"

At April's house I unloaded my bags and we got the couch ready for me. I would sleep on the couch that April specially laid out. While we were putting my clothes in her closet, we ordered something to eat and watched a movie. We also watched it in English, so I might learn new words.

The next day April and I set off to see the turtles. Before that, April called the boys to let them know while I was still getting ready in the bathroom. When the call ended, however, April sighed loudly. ,, Everything okay?" I asked, with a worried look. ,, Yes! Yes, yes, everything is great!” But then she said, with a strained smile. I looked at her suspiciously for a moment before continuing to brush my teeth.

On the way there, we were quiet and we listened to the traffic. There was a lot going on, just like on many other days. But suddenly April spoke up, with a nervous grin. "Listen… if Leo seems weird, just ignore him, okay?" She said suddenly. I looked at her in shock before raising an eyebrow in confusion. April hadn't told me much about the turtles, just their names and their corresponding colors. And hearing something like that directly from one of them worried me a bit. “How exactly… do you mean that…?” April scratched the back of her head before answering. "You'll see that… just ignore him or speak in Spanish to confuse him."

Her answer didn't really cheer me up, but at least it was something. But then I nodded humming and prepared myself for this Leo.

In the cave, it didn't actually look like we were in the sewers. A huge main hall connected to many small rooms. It actually looked really cool. April showed me around here a bit before we arrived at a smaller, darker room. In the middle of the room was a brown armchair that was right in front of a screen. Around this chair stood four huge turtles, of different species. "Hey, guys! Look what I brought with me!” April shouted loudly.

The turtles turned their heads towards us and they smiled at me. Raph and Donnie smiled at me in welcome, Mikey more happily and Leo had that cheeky grin on him. Oh man, Leo. I didn't know him and I didn't want to anymore. "Hey, you must be (Y/N)!" Mikey then said and he pointed at me. ,, Yes that's me!" I then said proudly, as if I were a superstar.

"Cool, April told us a lot about you." Raph then said. April and I grinned widely at each other before both laughing quietly. But suddenly Leo pushed Raph and Mikey away and he bowed deeply to me. He took my hand in his and grinned cheekily at me. "Hello, new visitor. I’m Leo.” He said in Spanish. His accent was terrible and you could tell he had never spoken Spanish before. "Hello, Leo." I said simply, with a tight smile.

,, I'm pleased! That means you can understand us well, right?” He spoke too quickly so I couldn't understand him properly. I looked at him uncertainly as he then giggled. "Ohhh, I understand." He then giggled and wrapped his arm around my neck. "I'll show you around a bit! My house is also your house!” He just said laughing. April wanted to run after us, but Leo was already closing the door behind us.

Leo gave me a tour of their cave and he showed me the different rooms. During this time, however, he spoke so quickly that I couldn't understand him at all. It made me incredibly nervous, so I sometimes spoke in Spanish out of reflex. Whenever I did this, Leo would always laugh and squeeze in another line. "And here is my room! It’s actually the coolest thing based on the style, right?” Leo gave me a big grin while I just looked at him in awe. I didn't really feel uncomfortable, but I was incredibly nervous. "It looks very good, but everyone has their own taste." I murmured quietly, in Spanish.

,, Haha! I may know the basics, but I’m not that good, little one!” He then joked. However, all I understood was the nickname and that he wasn't good at something. Inwardly I tried to calm myself down and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry… I'm still learning…" I then murmured quietly, but this time in English. Leo chuckled again before wrapping his arm around my neck again. "You know I'm just teasing you, right?" He then asked, but this time he looked at me nicer.

Somehow I didn't know how to answer him. I had never thought that Leo would want to hurt me, but his jokes said something against it. Not that they hurt me, they were even amusing at times. "I… just don't understand English that well." I tried my best to get back into my rhythm, but Leo really had me out. "It's all good, little one."

Leo pulled away from me before handing me a small piece of paper. ,, This is my number. I'm sure we can talk more often when you're no longer here. But as long as you’re here, I really hope you come visit us every day.” He spoke so quickly again. I had trouble understanding him again, so I just stared at him silently. Leo gave me a wry smile before smiling lovingly at me. He repeated his words again, but more slowly and more clearly. It gave me some relief, so I nodded this time. "Y-yes, I'm coming to visit." I just said. Leo hummed happily for a moment before leading me back to the others.

April looked up at Leo completely distraught, but when she saw me smiling reassuringly at her, she relaxed again. Apparently she was worried, understandable. "Oh man, Leo… I hope you didn't do anything bad…" She just mumbled. "I would never!" He just laughed it off.

We spent the rest of the day with the brothers and their father. We chatted, but everyone made sure to speak slowly and clearly. Especially Leo. Sometimes he even translated what the others were saying. I was happy that they accepted me so much and that Leo stopped making jokes about me so often. Even though sometimes he wanted me to speak Spanish. "Leo, you are the weirdest idiot I have ever met." "Wow, what did you say!?" "That you're nice." He will never know.

That evening I saved Leo's number and April asked me what Leo had done after he kidnapped me. I explained to her that he had just shown me around again and talked to me. “You guys seem to like each other.” April suddenly said with a mischievous grin. My cheeks turned bright red and I stared at my phone screen. "Yeah, maybe… but he can really be an idiot…" I then said, with a small giggle. "Idiocy, cute turtle." I then mumbled quietly. "I understood that." April said suddenly, surprising me again.

Was there anything that April was not good in it?

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