#turtles motion view

[rafecameronssl4t]

The Swell || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: S4 ep 4 scene but it’s Sofia’s perspective + abit more angst but still reader x Rafe no use of her name

Warnings: angst!!!!! Mention of dead baby turtles (?), Ruthie (yeh she deserves her own tw),

Word counts: 2,267

A/n: how could I not post on our my man’s bday 😣😔

MASTERLIST

Divider by @h-aewo

As you drive down the beach, the Pogues come into view, their carefree laughter and familiar presence tightening the knot of unease in your stomach. You glance at Rafe, silently hoping the car won’t stop near them, your thoughts spinning in quiet desperation. But when Topper's Jeep slows down and pulls to a halt right next to them, you shut your eyes for a brief moment, taking a sharp breath through your nose to steady yourself.

Rafe, ever attuned to your mood, notices the shift and squeezes your thigh, his touch firm and reassuring. “It’s fine,” he mutters, his voice low and confident, though the tension remains. You look down at his hand resting on your leg, a gesture that says more than words ever could. Rafe helps you down from Topper’s ridiculously raised Jeep, his grip steady as you hop down onto the sand.

The sun beats down, casting long shadows as you take in the scene around you—Topper and John B already in conversation, their words tinged with the familiar undercurrent of rivalry. The air feels thick, charged with a subtle tension that lingers in every glance exchanged between them.

You go through the motions, helping set up blankets and gear, though your attention keeps drifting back to Rafe. He’s sitting a few feet away, legs stretched out in front of him, gaze fixed on the surfers gliding across the water. His sunglasses hide most of his expression, but you can tell he’s watching intently, his mind elsewhere.

When you finally make your way over, he turns his head slightly, reaching for a towel and placing it beside him without a word. You settle down next to him, the sand beneath the towel still warm from the sun, and you let out a small sigh. "Hey, Rafe," you say softly, your voice almost drowned out by the sound of the waves crashing in the distance.

Your gaze shifts to Sarah, longboard in hand as she walks out of the water, her eyes locked on her brother. A light smile tugs at your lips as you watch her, the hope in you flickering. "There’s Sarah," you continue, trying to sound upbeat. "Do you think she’d want to talk?" Rafe doesn’t respond right away. His eyes stay focused on the horizon, his expression unreadable.

After a beat, he finally looks towards Sarah, their eyes meeting across the sand. The moment stretches out, thick with everything they’re not saying. "No," Rafe says flatly, shaking his head. "She can come to me if she wants." His voice lacks emotion, as if he’s already resigned to the distance between them. He lifts his beer, taking a slow drink, his nonchalance masking something deeper. You nod in response, sighing softly.

You tried, but it’s not enough. It never seems to be enough. The next few minutes pass in quiet observation. You watch the surfers, your gaze following JJ and Topper as they glide across the water, their competitive nature apparent even in something as simple as catching a wave. JJ, always the wild card, edges too close to Topper and bumps him, sending Topper tumbling into the surf.

Rafe shifts beside you, sitting up a little straighter. "Hey! Blatant poach, man!" he calls out, his voice carrying over the beach, and you can’t help but smile. There’s something almost boyish in the way he yells, a rare glimpse of lightness in an otherwise heavy day. Your momentary smile fades when Ruthie’s piercing voice cuts through the air.

"What the hell was that?!" she shouts, her tone laced with irritation. You roll your eyes instinctively, already feeling the familiar annoyance settle in. Ruthie. She’s always been a thorn in your side, and she knows it. She thrives on it, always pushing just enough to get under your skin, but never enough to cross any real lines—at least not with Rafe around. She wasn’t stupid—she knew better than to challenge his authority, even though she could get away with nearly everything else.

JJ, still in the water, celebrates his small victory with a cocky grin, looking over at you both. Rafe’s response is swift, flipping him the middle finger without even blinking. JJ shrugs it off, giving a sheepish smile, and you laugh softly, shaking your head at the playful exchange. "I don’t know what JJ’s deal was," Kelce chimes in as he and Topper make their way back to the shade.

"That was bullshit, jumping in on you like that." His tone is casual, but there’s a slight edge to it, the kind that always lingers when someone feels disrespected. "Classic low-rent move," Topper agrees, brushing sand from his hair. Rafe’s snarky grin returns as he helps you up from the sand. "Surf violence is violence, man," he comments dryly, earning a chuckle from the group. But before the mood can lighten, the unmistakable sound of an engine revving catches your attention.

You glance over, spotting Ruthie now in the driver’s seat of Topper’s Jeep, her expression smug as she glances towards the Pogues. "Instead of whining about it," Ruthie cocks her head in their direction, a dangerous gleam in her eyes, "let’s drift. Give them a taste of their own medicine." Topper immediately shakes his head. "No, no. We’re not doing that," he says, his voice firm but calm. For all his bravado, Topper is often the most level-headed among them, the one willing to walk away from unnecessary drama.

You breathe out a quiet sigh of relief, hoping the situation will diffuse. Ruthie, however, isn’t backing down. "Are you afraid?" she taunts, her tone condescending as she stares him down, tilting her head with a smirk. "I told them we’re gonna be cool," Topper says, shooting a glance at Kelce, as if looking for backup. "Yeah, but they jumped in on you, bro," Kelce replies, still riled up from the earlier incident. "They stomped all over our home base."

"Never knew you kooks owned the beach," you mutter under your breath, loud enough for Rafe to hear. He chuckles softly, glancing at you with an amused look. Ruthie, undeterred, turns her attention back to Kelce, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "That doesn’t seem fair, does it? Are you cool with that, Kelce? It’s kind of sad, bro." "Pathetic," Ruthie adds, and a few others let out chuckles, their laughter only adding fuel to the tension.

Topper’s face tightens, his expression darkening as the tension between him and Ruthie reaches its peak. "What’d you say?" he snaps, his tone sharp with frustration, eyes narrowing at her. He’s clearly fed up with her antics, embarrassed as she goads him in front of their friends. The heated argument escalates quickly, Ruthie's biting comments cutting through the air like knives. Topper, red-faced and tense, tries to rein her in, but Ruthie only digs in further, her smirk never fading.

You lean into Rafe, resting your head against his broad back, arms loosely wrapped around his torso for comfort as you watch the scene unfold. It was horrifying but impossible to look away from. Ruthie, always the instigator, keeps pushing, her voice rising above the murmur of waves and laughter. She’s relentless, her eyes gleaming with reckless energy.

"Well, I’m about to buzz down there and show them whose beach this is," she declares, the wild determination in her tone sending a ripple of unease through the group. "You gonna make me go by myself?" You lift your head, casting a glance at Rafe, silently asking him to do something, anything. His eyes flicker with annoyance, but he doesn’t intervene, his usual detached demeanour firmly in place.

Topper, as much as he tries to keep some semblance of control, eventually gives in, rounding the Jeep and sliding into the passenger seat with a defeated huff. The sound of the engine revving cuts through the beach as they prepare for another display of immaturity. "This is ridiculous," you mutter under your breath, crossing your arms over your chest as you watch them speed off. Sand flies up behind the tires, scattering across the shoreline.

Rafe shrugs beside you, seemingly unbothered, his voice calm but clipped. "She’s just being Ruthie." "That’s not an excuse," you retort, sharper than you intended. "Is she fucking insane?" Your words are laced with disbelief as you scoff, eyes narrowing as the Jeep swerves wildly down the beach. Ruthie, clearly drunk on adrenaline, comes dangerously close to losing control.

You hold your breath as she veers sharply, missing the Pogues by mere inches. Your heart races in your chest, the tension in the air palpable. Rafe watches in silence, tipping his head back and taking a long swig from his beer, the bottle tilted lazily in his hand as if none of it phases him. You, on the other hand, can’t tear your eyes away from the scene. "Jesus Christ…" you mutter under your breath, jaw slack in shock. Suddenly, a splash of liquid flies through the air, dousing Kiara.

You watch as she recoils, visibly shocked and angry, while the Pogues gather around her, already shouting in response. The kooks around you jeer and laugh, their obnoxious behaviour only adding fuel to the fire. You roll your eyes, disgusted by the immaturity that surrounds you. How could they find this funny? Your gaze shifts back to Rafe, searching his face for any hint of how he’s feeling, but his expression remains unreadable.

His jaw tightens ever so slightly as he scratches his head, eyes flicking back and forth between the Jeep and the chaos Ruthie has left in her wake. Frustration bubbles in your chest — was he angry? Amused? He was impossible to read, and that drove you mad. You couldn’t stand his indifference, not when things had spiraled out of control. "You good with that?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady, but the irritation seeps through as you turn to face him, arms crossed tightly over your chest.

He doesn't respond immediately, which only adds fuel to the fire. His silence grates on you. Then, after Kiara and JJ confront Ruthie and she threatens to press charges over some meaningless provocation, your patience wears thin. You’ve had enough of the childish antics, the toxic energy swirling around the beach. It was exhausting, and you wanted nothing more than to leave.

"Not cool, Rafe," you say, your voice wavering with disappointment. There’s an ache in your chest, a familiar one that resurfaces whenever you feel let down by him. You want him to see how wrong all of this is, but instead, he shrugs and brushes past you, his focus only on grabbing another beer. His casual indifference feels like a slap in the face. "They deserved it, baby," he mutters as he opens the cooler.

His words make your blood boil. Deserved it? You can’t believe him. It’s like the two of you are on completely different wavelengths, and the divide between you feels wider than ever. Spinning around, you glare at him, anger and hurt flooding your system. "I want to leave," you say, voice firm, holding his gaze as he turns to look at you, his eyes narrowing in challenge.

"Now!" you insist, your frustration bubbling over, leaving no room for negotiation. You’re done with the day, with the drama, with everything. Without waiting for his response, you turn on your heel and start walking away, the sound of the waves crashing behind you drowned out by the pounding in your chest. You can feel his eyes on your back, the tension hanging thick in the air, but you don’t stop.

“Babe, hold on,” Rafe calls after you, his voice almost pleading, but you don’t slow down. You grab your beach bag, throwing it over your shoulder with more force than necessary, eyes fixed ahead. You refuse to let him see how upset you really are, not in front of Ruthie and Topper. Especially not when Ruthie’s wearing that smug smile, clearly enjoying the chaos she’s stirred up.

Your jaw clenches as you storm past them, feeling the weight of their judgment. Rafe’s footsteps grow louder behind you, his longer stride quickly closing the distance. "Just calm down," he mutters as he reaches out, his hand catching your elbow in an attempt to stop you. The touch is gentle, but it ignites the anger bubbling beneath the surface, and you immediately yank your arm away, shoving his hand off with a sharp motion.

He steps in front of you, blocking your path, his brows furrowing as he tries to read your expression. "That wasn’t fair, Rafe," you say quietly, your voice cutting through the space between you both. The frustration, disappointment, and anger you’ve been holding in all day spill over. "You saw what Ruthie did! How can you just stand there and act like it’s fine?" Your words come out sharper than you intended, but you’re past caring.

You need him to understand, to see how wrong it all is. Rafe’s lips press into a thin line, his gaze shifting momentarily to the ground before meeting yours again. There’s a flicker of something in his eyes—guilt, maybe—but it’s quickly replaced by defensiveness. "She’s Topper’s girlfriend," he snaps, his voice low and tight. "What do you want me to do? I can’t control what she does or doesn’t do."

You let out a bitter laugh, stepping back and shaking your head in disbelief. "So what? You’d rather watch her humiliate people instead? Watch her throw stuff at Kie like a child? Drive over those baby turtles?" Your voice rises, sharp and raw. "That’s what you’re okay with?" His jaw tightens as he scratches his head, avoiding your gaze. "It wasn’t that big of a deal," he mutters, but there’s something in the way he says it—a hint of guilt that he’s trying to bury under his indifference.

"Not that big of a deal?" You repeat, your voice thick with disbelief. "You know what she did was wrong, Rafe. I know you do. You just stood there and didn’t do a fucking thing." He sighs, frustrated, running a hand through his hair. "You could’ve stood up for Kie, for anyone. But instead, you just stood there and let Ruthie act like a total psycho, and now you’re defending it?"

Rafe’s face hardens, but you can see the flicker of guilt in his eyes, the way his gaze shifts uncomfortably. He knows. He knows what Ruthie did was messed up, and it infuriates you even more that he won’t admit it, that he’s hiding behind the excuse of not wanting to cause drama with Topper. "It wasn’t worth starting a fight over," he says, his voice tight, as if he’s trying to convince himself more than you.

You throw your hands up, exasperated. "It’s not about starting a fight! It’s about doing the right thing! You just stood there, Rafe. You watched it happen, and you knew it was wrong, and you still did nothing!" His eyes flash with irritation, but underneath it, you can see the guilt he’s trying to bury. "Why are you making this about me?" he snaps, his voice defensive. "I didn’t tell her to do anything. It’s not my fault."

"No, but you watched it happen, and that’s just as bad!" Your voice cracks slightly, the frustration and hurt blending together. "You know Ruthie crossed a line. If it had been anyone else, you wouldn’t have let it slide, but because it’s her, and because it’s Topper, you’re acting like it’s no big deal." Rafe clenches his jaw, his frustration evident, but there’s something more in his eyes now—regret, maybe.

He’s not used to being called out like this, not used to being the one who’s wrong. "What do you want me to say?" he mutters, his voice lower, less confident. "It’s not like I could’ve stopped her." Your heart races, and you shoot back, your voice steady but laced with heat. "You chose to stay silent, and that says more than any half-hearted excuse you could come up with. It's pathetic!”

As you confront him, he steps closer, a tangible tension crackling between you. His voice turns low and icy. "Watch it." The warning hangs in the air, but you refuse to back down. He exhales sharply, running both hands through his hair, a gesture of agitation that betrays the storm of emotions brewing inside him. "I don't want to fight with you over something like this," he insists, the frustration lacing his tone, making it tremble with barely contained irritation.

"It’s not worth it." You stare at him, incredulous, your heart racing as the anger you felt moments ago begins to dissolve, replaced by a deeper, simmering disappointment that settles heavily in your chest. It’s a familiar ache, one that stirs memories of past arguments where the same sentiments echoed in different words. "Not worth it?" you echo, your voice soft but laced with hurt. Your words hang in the air, and for a moment, you search his eyes, hoping to find a flicker of understanding.

But he doesn’t respond, his gaze dropping to the sand beneath his feet, as if the grains can offer him some comfort. You see a flicker of doubt cross his features, and for an instant, you think he might actually admit it—might actually acknowledge the truth you’ve laid bare. But instead, he shrugs, a small, helpless gesture that only deepens the ache in your chest. It’s as if he’s trying to dismiss the weight of the situation, but it only leaves you feeling more isolated.

"That’s all you can say?" you press, hurt and disappointment lacing your tone again. "I don’t know what you want from me." "I want you to care," you say, your voice quieter now, the fight slowly draining out of you. "I want you to care enough to stand up for what’s right, not just for what’s easy. But I guess that’s too much to ask."

Rafe’s face flickers, something like guilt or frustration passing over his features, but he doesn’t say anything. He just stares at you, jaw clenched, the space between you filled with everything he won’t say. You shake your head, the disappointment settling in like a weight in your chest

[melancholyswayafterdark]

hi! Im the anon that you just responded to hehe, so i have an idea!

so 2007 raphael comes home from doing his nightwatcher duty, hes kinda exhausted but its better when he comes home to you <3 You offer to give him some shoulder massages and it turns into a heated make out session which leads to... you know~

anyway, its just an idea! Hope you have a great night/day <3

we are so back. lmk if yall want a part 2~ I KNOW 2007 RAPH HATES TO SEE ME COMING FR-

NOTE: this is my after dark blog, and you're going to find smut here. 2007 is a more mature version of the turtles, and they are around their early/mid 20s. MINORS DNI. WARNINGS : Giving/Receiving, facefucking

TMNT 2007!Raphael x Reader: Unwind (NSFW 18+)

Imagine Raphael paying you a visit after a night out being the Nightwatcher.

He’s exhausted and wants to see you- and could use a relaxing shower.

He wonders if you’re awake- he looks at the night sky; it had to be past midnight by now. Maybe 2 AM?

But, who was he kidding? You were always awake; waiting for him, wanting him. 

That particular thought made a heat rise in between his thighs, and he looked in the direction of your apartment. 

The most sinful thoughts run through his mind, and he can’t help but reminisce about the last time you were both intimate. How you screamed his name and pleasured him in ways he couldn’t by himself. How good your tight pussy felt around his throbbing cock. Oh yeah, he needed you right now. 

So when he calls you and says he’s coming over, you hop out of bed and head over to the bathroom to set it up for him like you always do

A fresh towel, a washcloth, the whole nine. 

By the time Raphael arrives, his Nightwatcher helmet is off, revealing the face you’ve come to love. He’s sweating, and panting, yet still has the strength to sweep you off your feet and kiss you as a greeting.

It’s the same routine you and the red terrapin have become accustomed to. You wait until he gets out of the shower, you make out, and then he fucks your brains out.

Just the way you liked it.

However this time, Raphael appears to be more fatigued than he usually is. Normally, he comes over and he’s ready to get to work, but right now, as he comes out of the steaming shower, his muscles are sore.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask, watching as Raphael tries to get the knots out of the sides of his neck. He could really, really use a massage right now.

“Uh, yeah, I’m good.” He replies, but you know him all too well. 

You motion for him to come to you, and he obliges. However, instead of going in for a kiss like you usually do, you place your hands on his shoulders and place some pressure on those spots that seem to be bothering him the most. 

=~*~*~=

“Not that I’m complainin’, but what are ya doin'?” The turtle’s golden eyes look into yours as he turns his head to face you. Smiling while sitting behind him, you kiss his cheek.

“I figured you needed a massage. It looks like those muscles need some TLC.” You knew more than anyone that Raphael put much effort into being The Nightwatcher. It meant being able to put in 100% effort every time he put his suit on. With Leonardo currently training abroad, Raphael became accustomed to sneaking out and playing vigilante. It was rewarding, more so now since he gets to see you every night. You took care of him, in more ways than one.

“Ya always know what I need, dontcha princess?” You could hear the playfulness in Raphael’s gruff voice, and that alone started to get you going. If his tone wasn’t enough, him calling you princess was. Raphael viewed you like a goddess, and he placed you so high on a pedestal that he made it a rule for himself to treat you like one. You weren’t just some fuck buddy, you were his, and that’s how he liked it.

“Don’t start,” you nudge him softly, warning the smug turtle not to go there yet; you wanted to finish massaging his perfectly sculpted muscles. 

You had begun to hit all the right spots that were bothering him, and Raphael couldn’t be more appreciative of you than right now. He wondered what he could do to repay you.

Raphael turns his head to you, and he thinks about all the ways he could satisfy you. By this point, you had both come to understand how each other’s bodies worked; what you liked and what you didn’t like. Raphael knew what spots to hit, what places to bite, and what places to suck. 

He watches you hungrily, watching how your pretty face seems fixated on his body, yet you don’t seem to notice how his amber eyes stick to you like glue. He smirked at how oblivious you were at this moment. 

 He thought about- oh! How fun it was last time to eat you out. He wanted to do that again. Or how about that time he came in your mouth just from head? Or even when- you know what? Fuck it. Raphael couldn’t take it anymore. His sexual urges were beginning to take over, and he was ready to devour you like his prey.

“Princess,” He had enough.

“Hmm?” You hum absentmindedly in response. Looking up at him, you could tell what was coming next. The gaze he was giving you, how his voice became gruff and hoarse. Oh, he was ready; and so were you. 

“C’mere-” Grabbing you by your waist, Raphael maneuvers you to where you’re straddling his lap, making sure you can feel the erection against your exposed thigh from your shorts. Getting on top, you wrap your arms around the turtle’s neck, going in for the first kiss. This one would set the tone for the rest of the night. When the first kiss is gentle, Raphael lets you take the lead (which wasn’t often). If the kiss is anything but, he’s usually the one who makes you his and gets you begging for him. You were about to find out how the night would play out. 

“Mmm,” You giggle softly into the kiss, feeling as Raph pulls you closer and places a hand on your neck, placing pressure on the opposite ends of it with two out of three fingers. If that didn’t indicate how the rest of the moment would play out, the way he crashed his lips onto yours and beat you to the punch sure did. His tongue explored your mouth, looking for its partner in crime to dance with. Once your tongues connected, they began battling it out for dominance. Who would reign on top?

Spoiler: it’s Raphael. 

You couldn’t predict him giving your ass a tight squeeze which caused you to moan and put your guard down. Smirking into the kiss, Raphael begins tugging at your shorts, requesting-- no -- demanding that they come off immediately.

When you don’t comply and decide to tease him by slowly reaching for the hem, he takes matters into his own hands.

“Raph!” You roll your eyes at the terrapin, watching as your torn bottoms hit the floor. You felt the air hit your rear as it was now exposed- only a red pair of panties covering you now. “Those were my favorite shorts.”

It seemed this comment didn’t phase Raphael- his fingers found their way toward your waistline and soon your thighs to feel the heat pooling between them. He rubbed his fingers in a circular motion on your sex, feeling your clit swell with excitement for what was about to happen. Raphael’s mind was running wild, he wondered how quickly he could make you cum from just his tongue alone. However, you had other plans. You peel your black tee from your body, feeling the sweat accumulating from the heated moment get wicked away from your skin. You had planned this very moment- and suddenly, Raphael’s attention was on your red bra. You smiled as you got down from straddling his waist on the bed, standing confidently in your own skin as your lover stared you up and down. From head to toe, top to bottom, Raphael loved it when you wore his favorite color. 

He couldn’t wait to devour you.

You watch as his hands wrap around you to unclip the article of clothing from your body, not caring where he threw it once it became undone. He picks you up, plopping you down on the bed. Raphael was ready to eat. Getting on his knees in front of you, he puts his hands together, jokingly thanking you for the meal. He starts with spreading your legs, getting a fantastic view of his feast. He sucks on your clit, watching as you immediately twitch in excitement in response to his mouth on your sex. His wide tongue flicking and sucking in all the right places. Your thighs grip both sides of Raph’s head, making sure his face isn’t going anywhere but in your dripping cunt. As your legs shake from sensitivity, your mutant boyfriend teases you by placing a thick finger by your entrance, ready to prepare you for the real thing. Making sure you really want this, Raph’s face comes from between your legs, looking at your half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks for confirmation to continue. You whine in annoyance, locking your eyes with Raph. His sensual golden ones look up at you from your sex, juices from your entrance all over his lips. Quickly wiping his mouth, he takes a breath before diving back in after your nod of approval. 

“Please,” You manage to breathe out, lustful eyes staring hungrily at the red-banded turtle in front of you. You could almost taste the moan about to erupt from your throat as Raph teased your slippery entrance with his index. The way he had you right where he wanted you seemed to arouse him even more. 

“More,” He flicks his finger, going a mere 2 centimeters inside before retreating outside; the tip of his digit glistening from your arousal. “Beg fa me.” Oh, Raph knew just how to get you under his spell. He’s watching your facial expressions and furrowed brows, trying to focus on your climax, and it seemed to quicken when he asked you to beg. 

“Ya want it?” He teases, removing his finger completely. “Yes,” He knew your answer. However, the smirk on Raph’s face tells you that you’re going to have to do more than just say a simple yes. 

“Not good enough,” The hothead comments, “Try again.” His head lifts from your thighs and moves to your neck, teeth grabbing onto your warm skin softly. He knows exactly which place gets you going, and when he gets there, you can’t help but let out a whimper of satisfaction. 

“P-please, Raph,” You strain, the feeling of Raph suckling on your skin almost sending you into overdrive. “I want it.” 

However, the turtle doesn’t stop, and his thumb somehow finds your enlarged clit, flicking it every which way at a speed that would get you to finish in an instant. You grip his shoulders, throwing your head back until Raph pushes your back onto the bed. He lifts your left leg up, licking his lips to reminisce about just how sweet you tasted. He wanted to go back for seconds. 

Your mind began imagining the most sinful thoughts you could even create. What didn’t help was that Raph’s finger suddenly went inside you, causing your hole to stretch out from how big his finger was. Your body jolts from surprise, causing a moan to escape from your lips. You tightened around the turtle’s finger, feeling his “come here” motion that brushed over your G-spot. 

As the turtle in red did this, you noticed the large bulge from the side of his plastron by his muscular thighs.

Now, Raph knew he had a big cock. He was quite smug about it. The only part that made him anxious was putting it inside you. He didn’t want to hurt you from his size. 

Suddenly, you had an idea, and your mouth seemed to water from the thought of Raph’s green member inside it. 

“W-wait,” Your hands placed on his plastron, and Raph looks up immediately with a concerned look on his face. 

“Sorry, did I hurt ya?” He asks. It’s quite comical how Raph’s tone can switch. He was just eating you out, having you at his mercy, and now he’s back to big teddy bear Raph. 

“No…just…” You sit up, your hair now messy from the sexual activity. Loose strands sticking to your face from the sweat littering your skin. Skin warm to the touch and mouth slightly open to regulate your breathing. You were a beautiful mess. You watch Raph’s hungry eyes, seemingly fucking you with his gaze alone. 

“Lay down.” You command with a silvery voice. Raphael, unsure of what you were doing complies. Did you want to cuddle? Were you tired? Did you need a second to breathe? He was unsure. 

He’s still unsure as his cranium hits the pillow, your bed’s headboard moving slightly. His point of view encapsulates his obvious boner, and you are off to the side of him, looking up with your innocent doe eyes. Your hand caresses the “issue” between his legs, feeling how big it is, and how it twitches in response.

Raph’s face is stunning. Beads of sweat on his forehead and his throaty voice scrambling for words to say as you move his plastron to the side. In an instant, Raph’s member springs out, precum dripping from the tip. His emerald member stands tall and hard, with deep green veins going down from the base to the head.

You eye his sex, almost drooling from how nice it looked with the moon’s light seeping through your window. Your thumb circles Raph’s tip, watching as more precum emerges and a deep churr from Raph’s throat. “Are…are ya sure?” The red-clad turtle asks in a smoky tone. 

You silently nod, determined to take him in your mouth. Albeit a little overwhelming from his size, but, your sexual urges overcome this. You grab Raph at his base, wrapping your hand around him. Your head dipping into his lap and mouth gaping to welcome his dick in your warm cavern. Your mouth becomes stretched and tears emerge from the inner corner of both your half-opened eyes. Purring in satisfaction, you ball your fists to remove any gag reflex. As you go deeper, Raph’s gruff voice groans in delight, and you feel his hand grab a fistful of your hair to hold onto. 

“Princess…ya…yer doin' it so good,” Raph could die right now and be satisfied. His point of view now watching as your swollen moist lips seem to kiss and engulf more than half of his full size. “Keep goin’, jus like dat.” Raph watched as you looked up at him, seeing as your tear-stained cheeks flushed from testing your limits on his girth. He tests the waters a bit, and he gently guides your head to go at a steady pace, bobbing up and down his shaft. 

Now, Raph isn’t known to moan. He tries to hide them by covering his mouth or biting his lip if he has to. But, he knew you liked his noise. His deep moans were music to your little ears. 

As you hummed and the vibrations went down to his base, you caressed his balls before pulling your lips away from his wet tip, a string of saliva connecting you to it. 

“Mmm, come on, Raph,” You tease, leaning towards him and planting a kiss on his neck. “Let me take care of you.” Your hand makes its way from the sack back to the shaft, slightly squeezing as you stroke up and down. 

“F-fuck, Y/n…ya gonna make me cum like this.” You can see Raph’s eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure, his heightened sense of smell taking in the aroma of your sweet sultry scent. Your mouth takes in half of Raph’s member, the lower half being stroked by your hand. You were putting in the work needed to satisfy this turtle, and he was so appreciative of you. Your hair still tangled in his fist, and after some time, you could feel his member begin to twitch. He loved the feeling of you choking on him, and he couldn’t help but move your head down a little after each stroke and penetration into your mouth, feeling your tongue lick around his head in the process. There were just so many sensations going on for him, that Raph’s breath began to get uneven; the volume of his churrs increased to an astronomical level. Raphael wasn’t a quiet lover, no, he wanted everyone to know what was going on. 

“Y/n,” Raph managed to say your name, to which you continued sucking and deepthroating, his noises fueling your desire to make him cum. He watched as his dick was covered in your saliva, the hand wrapped around his base squelching as it stroked up and down in sync with your mouth on his top half. It was just so much that…

“F…fuck! I’m…” You were maxing out your speed, ignoring your sore mouth and cramped hand for the satisfaction of Raph crumbling from your touch. He was under your spell; and you knew it, too.

‘He’s gonna cum’ Your lips curl into a devious smile as they continuously go along his long shaft. Soon enough, you switch up your approach for the final stretch. You remove your hand from Raph’s sex, taking in his whole member as tears prick the ends of your eyes. You could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat, and the feeling alone caused you to clamp your thighs together, feeling as your own excitement dripped onto the sheets. 

“Y-yer so…fuckin’ good…fuck,” Raph swore like a sailor every time you were intimate. The more he swore, the closer he was to finishing. However, before he can finish, he gets an idea in that clouded head of his. 

“Get up.” He says. You comply, and he guides you to the floor as you get on your knees, his form towering over you. Looking up at him with lustful eyes, he knew this was what he wanted to see as he came. You could only see his plastron and his bulging muscles, his member poking your cheek. Guiding it to your mouth, his hand grabbing your hair. He looks at you for approval, to which your soft voice sends him over the edge. 

‘Mm…use me, Raph,” You knew exactly what you were doing to him, didn’t you? Those words were music to his ears. When you felt his grip on your hair tighten and he held your head, you knew you were in for a wild ride. 

Bucking his hips forward, he thrust into your mouth. Your hands gripping both thighs for support, feeling his tip once again knocking on your throat’s door asking if it could be invited in any deeper. 

“Ya like that, don’t ya?” Raph’s shakily teases you. Your watery eyes look up at his golden ones, your nod and vibrations on his cock indicating just how satisfied you were. When you couldn’t take it anymore, one of your hands left his thighs and went down into your own sex. Your fingers spread your pussy and rub your enlarged clit. You moaned on your boyfriend’s dick, his deep groans causing your body to shiver in desire for him to be inside you.

Raphael’s eyes watch as his length disappears in your mouth, only for it to reappear with every thrust. He couldn’t wait to be inside you, the thought of stretching you out giving him just the push he needed to reach his climax. 

“F…fuck, ya gonna make me…fuck!” Raph’s thrusts into your mouth now had an irregular tempo from just a few moments ago. With one final thrust, you felt as if the inside of your throat had been painted with Raph. You could feel ropes of cum shooting and hitting the back of your throat. Your walls seemed to clench with anticipation for what was to come next, and as usual, Raph’s erection inside your mouth didn’t falter, and the grip your lips had on his member didn’t seem to falter, either. Raphael’s cum is on the salty side, with subtle hints of sweetness in the aftertaste. Nevertheless and with pleasure, you swallow it all. As Raph slowly pulls his member from your moist cavern, he watches your tongue stick out, to show him your cum-free mouth; an indicator that he tastes as good as he looks. 

His eyes look at you in satisfaction as his voice materializes from his dry throat, “I love ya. Yer such a good girl,” Raph’s tired smirk dances on his lips as he cups your cheeks, helping you up from the floor as your knees are weak. Your tired mouth forms an “I love you, too,” before it collides with his as you both share a sloppy kiss. As you did so, you don’t even notice his hands wrap around your waist to pick you up. You giggled as your legs snaked around him. Once he gets toward the bed, he places you down, the softness of the mattress comforting your lower lumbar. 

He wanted to reward you for doing so well. He knew your facial muscles were exhausted from pleasuring him, that all he wanted to do now was take care of you down there. Raphael’s sex drive is as high as anyone’s can be, and he was ready to go round for round with you. He was ready to have the neighbors know his name from the way you screamed it.

And here, dear readers, the question is posed: Ready for round 2?

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Leo had anticipated a lot of different problems coming up when he accepted this mission.

Getting lost in space, offed by a harsh alien environment, or knowing his brother, eaten by some extraterrestrial creature that Mikey tried to adopt.

Turtle luck was unforgiving to the Mad Dogs and Leo had stressed a ton and a half, leading up to this trip, on the many ways they would attract trouble.

What he did not anticipate was the absolute anxiety he’d feel once immersed in the silent inky black sea.

He remembers when he used to spend hours talking about what’d be like to explore the starry seas like Jupiter Jim, with Don.

How they would save galactic princesses and fight alien baddies then enjoy some pizza on their super cool rocket ship. And if it weren’t for recent events Leo thinks that this experience would probably be the best thing to ever happen to him.

But this was too close. Too similar to that place.

Leo had felt the growing panic when he first set his eyes on the celestial void from within the safety of the genius built ship.

The glass barrier being the only thing between him and the deadly cold of space.

Now here he was, dragged along by his excited brothers to take their first excursion outside the ship none of them the wiser to Leo’s hesitance, not that he’d share his thoughts with them.

Who knows! Maybe its just the anticipation of the unknown putting him on edge and once he’s metaphorically ripped off the bandaid he’ll actually enjoy it. Maybe he was just being silly, This was something he dreamed about all his life after all. Maybe it would be fine.

Maybe.

He stepped out of the bay door, feet landing on nothing. At first all he felt was the recognizable strain of trying to gain a centre of balance like when he was first learning how to ride his skate board. Arms flailing out and legs kicking to propel himself in any direction.

He looked over and noticed that the youngest turtle with his natural acrobatic talent had already figured out the technique and was summersaulting through the open real-estate giggling to himself with unrestrained glee.

Donnie, being the smarty he was, had the advantage of his battle shell, using the jets to propel himself towards Raph who couldn’t stop his nauseating spin cycle and seemed to be suffering from motion sickness. The techy turtle proffered his Bo for the snapper to grab onto for stability.

Turning his eyes back to the endless stretch of nothing, Leo let his body relax into a starfish position. ‘This is different’ he thought to himself.

The twinkling of dying stars reminded him of their absence in the Prison Dimension.

Turning his head back slightly gave him a glimpse of their ship in the background. The LoggerHead. Not the Technodrome.

And if he listened outside of the static in his ears, he could hear his brothers voices over their shared comms.

He wasn’t there.

But the cold clung to him.

Despite the Thermal layer provided by Donnie’s tech allowing them to survive the atmosphere without wearing those clunky space suits, Leo still felt the frigidness deep in his bones. His body, unable to properly move the way he’d like, was slowly turning to ice.

This, Was exactly like the Prison Dimension. It was the same arctic nothingness. It penetrated Leo’s entire being.

His lungs constricted at the comparison. Taking a deep breath and holding it, Leo willed himself to not start spiralling.

He had to stay present. This mission would end up a bust if he can’t overcome something like a lack of solid ground and floating in zero gravity.

Just like in the Prison Dim- ‘Stop it!’.

He shook his head in an attempt at getting rid of the thoughts plaguing him. He felt a hopelessness invade his heart.

Before he could continue down that slippery mental slope, his view of the eerie darkness was blocked by Mikey gliding overtop of him in swim like strokes.

The Orange themed turtle was a stark contrast against the desaturated environment and brought a gentle smile to the sliders face.

Anata wa Hitorijanai.

With the Hamato Clan’s motto firmly situating itself in his core he looked into himself and felt for his family’s signature Ninpo. The familiar warmth of red, purple and orange began chasing away the the cold of his memories.

He wasn’t there. He had his family with him and though he didn’t feel like that instantly removed the problem, it eased the tension he carried on his shell just a bit.

And that would be enough.

So in a wave of courage, the blue leader moved. Turning his body away from the vulnerable open expanse at his back and facing his brothers, he kicked his legs and clumsily reached for his family.

He had a team to lead and a mission to accomplish.

[springgirlshowers]

Sweet Nights

Summary: After a long night at the club, Joost happily carries you home, and is convinced to stay the night with you.

WC: 1.2k

CW: none! just tooth rotting fluff!

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It was a little after one in the morning and you were finally leaving the club.

You and Joost had about the same amount of drinks, but due to you being new to the Netherlands and the strong liquor, you definitely drank more than you should’ve.

You stumbled a bit as you walked, holding Joosts hand while he, however, seemed completely fine. Walking and standing straight. His tall stature made him able to hold his liquor more than you.

Your apartment being a few blocks down from the club came in handy. Many drunken nights and being able to walk home with friends rather than struggle to find a ride.

“Jooooost,” You drawled out, Joosts arm being pulled a bit as you stopped on the sidewalk, “my feet hurt.” You frowned at him.

“I’ll hold your heels.” He let out a little laugh, making a grabbing motion with his other hand.

You smiled and took them off clumsily, letting them drop from your feet onto the concrete, picking them up and handing them to Joost.

“Better?” He asked sweetly, holding both your heels in one hand as you leaned against him.

“Mmm, my legs hurt.” You looked up at him, your chin poking into his chest and pouting. Joost smiled and shook his head as he crouched down.

“Alright, hop on.” He chuckled, knowing exactly what you were asking for.

Piggybacks were a common thing in your relationship. You’d hitch a ride on Joosts back anytime you were too sleepy to move in the early mornings, or really whenever you wanted to.

Or for nights like this. Drunk and feet hurting from dancing and moving around in your heels all night.

You happily wrapped your arms around his neck, legs going around his torso as he hooked his arms underneath them. Standing up and continuing on to walk down the street with ease.

Imagining how silly you two would look from someone else’s point of view, you began to giggle a bit.

“What’s so funny?” Joost grinned as he felt your laughs vibrate against him.

“We must look like a turtle.” You snickered, Joost let out a confused laugh. “Your the turtle, I'm the shell on your back. A…what’s the word in the Dutch?” You mumbled, bringing your head up a bit to ask.

“A schildpad?”

“Yes! A schillllldpad.” You slurred out the word, slumping your head on his shoulder. Joost just grinned and shook his head.

As you reached the door to your apartment, you thanked the universe your door had a keypad, you really didn’t feel like searching through your bags for your keys, or having to get off Joost to search for them.

He used his foot to close the door behind him, the moonlight peaking through the curtains was enough light to help him see where he was going as he walked down the hallway and into your bedroom.

You giggled as you both let go of each other and fell back first onto the bed. He placed your heels nicely on the floor next to your wooden nightstand.

“Want to change into more comfortable clothes?” He asked as he stood up in front of you, you let out a barely audible “mhm.”

“Can you help me?” You whined, he let out an amused breath through his nose.

“I need you to sit up for me liefje.” You let out an annoyed groan, you wanted nothing more to sleep

“Arms up.” He told you, you lazily threw them in the air, he removed your shirt, throwing it on top of your skirt on the floor.

Though Joost had already seen every inch of your body before, he still felt flustered as you took off your bra. Looking away and letting you throw on an old oversized shirt by yourself. Not caring to put any shorts on

“Hey hey hey, you gotta take off your makeup too.” He rubbed your arm as you began to crawl over to the pillows on the bed.

“I just wanna sleeeeeep.” You rolled your eyes.

“You won’t be happy about sleeping in your makeup in the morning.” He looked at you with raised brows, hands on his hips.

He did have a good point, the last time you slept in your makeup you left mascara and lipstick stains and smudges on your pillow. And began to break out in the days following.

“Fine.” You murmured getting up and shuffling to the bathroom, Joost followed behind, you knew he was gonna remove it for you without you having to ask.

You happily sat on the counter of the sink. Joost stood in front of you, chest touching yours when he leaned over to grab the cleanser and makeup wipes behind you. You rested your chin on his shoulder, keeping it there even when he leaned back.

“I can’t clean your face with you hiding, schat.” He spoke sweetly, giggling at the feeling of your breath hitting his neck.

You groaned again, removing your chin from his shoulder and sat up with closed eyes. Surely you felt like you would fall asleep any second now, with the way he held your face with such gentleness, removing your makeup with such care.

“All done. Better?” You opened your eyes, nodding and giving a sweet smile. Joost cupped your face and gave you a little kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Now let’s get you into bed, ja?” He gave the side of your face a gentle pat.

“Carry me? Please?” You pouted, he gave an amused sigh, how could he say no to your sweet eyes?

“Alright,” He scooped you up, bridal style. "Mijn prinses.” He whispered, carefully exiting the bathroom with you in his arms.

He laid you down softly on the bed, pulling the sheets and comforter back, letting you slide your legs under and pulling it back over, draping your body with the blankets.

You smushed your face into the pillows, letting out a comfortable breath. Joost smiled, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face.

He gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. Turning off the bedside lamp and getting ready to walk out.

“Stay.” You whined, grabbing onto his hand. Looking at him with drooping eyelids. He sighed sadly.

“I have to get up early, I need to get to the studio-“

“I don’t care. Get up early in the morning. Just stay with me for tonight.” You pulled the blankets next to you down, making room for him.

He slid off his shoes, walking around the bed, stripping down to his boxers and laying down next to you. His back hit the mattress, then moved the blanket over him as well.

You flipped over on your other side, facing him, pressing your cheek to his chest, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his, holding both of your hands right over his Rayquaza tattoo.

“Welterusten, Joost.” You murmured. Joost almost let out a noise of adoration at you speaking Dutch. Though you lived in the Netherlands now, most of the time you talked in English to him.

“Welterusten, mijn liefje.” He whispered, giving a kind kiss to your forehead.

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[cmdrfupa]

Have my unedited Ino thoughts

You let out a sigh, trying to remind yourself that it wasn’t a big deal.

People flake, it happens. But damn, blocking you?

Stinging regret settled as you thought on your genius “date outside of your comfort zone” idea. This was suppose to be the year of no expectations just fun and now those no expectations had you sitting on a bench at a park, eating a sad ice cream cone after being stood up.

The night winds blew gently, and with that came the sounds of wheels gliding across the pavement coming from behind you.

One, two, three, four, five. Five guys skating up one by one. A pink haired one on inlines closely behind, recording the masked leader while blasting probably the last song you thought you’d hear at a skatepark.

He did what you knew to be a frontside flip thanks to your brother then proceeded with moving closer to the camera to lift his balaclava just enough to show his mouth.

Something shiny caught your attention and you cocked your head to the side as you he flicked his tongue out. A silver ball. A tongue ring.

“And that’s how you serve up. TakuDori skate team, ready to be the reigning street champs yet again. See you at the finals, baby boy.” He kissed the camera and you rolled your eyes with a laugh.

Licking your ice cream cone, you smiled as he pulled his mask off and all of a sudden you could sit for just a little longer. “Well..” light brown hair, stuck to his forehead and nape as he lifted his long sleeve over his head, white undershirt sticking to him. “Damn. Definitely a fuckboy.”

“Good shit Yu! Buzz for the next tourney is going to really bring in a huge crowd.” He wiped the sweat from his forehead, turning to give you a view of the probably the prettiest tattoo you’d ever seen on a person: Three dragons circled around a sea turtle. Vibrant with hues of red, green, yellow and browns that looked like water color.

Impressive.

He was tall, lean and effortless and he skated around twirling his shirt above his head. Weaving around the park like it was his personal playground with a physique that… well… it didn’t hurt that he was etched from marble.

You watched as he launched off a ramp, landing smoothly before skidding to a stop near the edge of the park— near you.

And then it happened. He tugged the undershirt off over his head, revealing toned abs and a much broader chest than you originally imagined, and used it to wipe sweat from his neck.

It was such a quick— natural— completely unintentional motion but it had you stuck. At least until he caught you staring.

“You enjoying the show?” He asked, his voice light and teasing. When your eyes snapped to meet his, you saw the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He definitely noticed.

“I wasn’t—“ you lied, stumbling over your words, heat rushing to you cheeks. “I wasn’t watching.”

“Mhmm.” He raised his eyebrow, clicking the metal ball against his teeth, clearly unconvinced while slinging the shirt over his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad. I’d probably stare also if I saw someone pulling off the moves I just did.”

That earned an eyeroll. “Our humble king.”

He grinned, stepping closer. “Confidence is key.”

“Or annoying” you shot back, though the smile growing on your face betrayed your amusement. He caught it and leaned against his board, his grin now undeniable.

“I’m Ino,” he offered his hand. His tone had softened slightly the teasing still there but warmer now, more genuine.

You told him your name, and his eyes lit up like he'd just found something precious. "Nice to meet you. So, what brings you to the skate park? Don't tell me you're secretly a pro skater about to put us all to shame."

"Not likely," you replied with a laugh. "I was at that Thai restaurant across the street. Was supposed to meet someone. A date."

"A date?" He tilted his head, his interest clearly piqued. "Soooo… where are they?"

"They didn't show," you admitted, trying to keep your tone light. "Guess they had better things to do."

His expression shifted, the playful smirk giving way to something softer, more thoughtful. "Better things to do than hang out with you? Mmm, doubt."

You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. "Flattery's not going to get you anywhere," you said, though your cheeks warmed at his words. “You just met me, Ino.”

"Oh, it's not flattery," he replied, crossing his arms as he leaned casually against the fence. "It's just facts. Honestly, standing someone like you up? Tragic. But hey, their loss is my gain."

"Your gain?" you repeated, raising an eyebrow. "And what exactly are you gaining here?"

"The chance to make it up to you," he said without missing a beat. "How about this: one date. No standing you up, no awkward silences, just me, you, and a guarantee that I'm way more fun than whoever bailed on you."

You stared at him, torn between disbelief and amusement. He was bold, that was for sure, but there was something disarming about his confidence-like it wasn't just an act. "You're really not shy, are you?"

"Life's too short to be shy, pretty girl. " he said, flashing you a grin so genuine it made your heart skip. "So? What do you say?"

You hesitated, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make him shift his weight, his grin faltering ever so slightly. Then you smiled. "Alright, Ino. You've got yourself a date."

His grin returned full force “"Perfect. You won't regret it, I promise."

“And if I do?”

“I’ll give you my right eye to wear as a charm,” He put his hand up. “Scouts honor.”

“That’s so extreme. I’d just let you have another date, dumbass.”

It was like his eyes turned into hearts. “Yes ma’am.”

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The song in question:

[old-women-can-peg-me]

Nicky’s Mom Has Got It Going On

Agatha Harkness X Reader

Tags: MILF Agatha, vibrators, squirting, fingering, scissoring.

Summery:

You’re Nicky’s friend and when he goes to meet someone else and the both of you get stuck where you are because of a snow storm, you get to know Agatha a lot more (sex).

A/N:

Milf Agatha supremacy

Also not beta read so deal with my dyslexia

“You’re going to love my mom,” Nicky said, ringing the doorbell, “she can be a bit intense though so let me know if you feel uncomfortable,”

You laughed and gave him a side hug, enjoying the brief warmth it gave you in the winter air.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,”

The door swung open and the most attractive woman you have ever seen in your life was standing in front of you, smiling at you and Nicky. Her purple turtle neck fit her in just the right way and so did her long black pants, giving you a nice view of her figure.

“Well, my son sure found himself a pretty girl,” the woman said, her eyes roaming your body.

You could feel your cheeks heat under her gaze, the way she was looking at you made you feel like prey being watched by an incredibly attractive predator.

“Mom, this is Ellie,” Nicky said, stepping out of the side hug you still had him in, “she’s my friend from college,”

Mrs Harkness gave you a warm smile and ushered the both of you inside.

“You must be freezing out there,” she said, closing the door behind you, “come in and warm up, Ellie, you’ll be in the guest room, I’ll show you,”

You looked over at Nicky who had already run off to his room, dumping his bags and flopping onto the bed. It had been a long drive down from college but you two were here while you had a week off and you were looking forward to spending time with your good friend. You followed Mrs Harkness up the stairs, noticing that Nicky’s room was the only one on the bottom floor.

“Nicky wanted his privacy and the room downstairs used to be an office but I never used it,” Mrs Harkness said, as if reading your mind, “but your room is right here, I’m just next door if you need anything,”

Her hand was on the centre of your back as she pushed you into the guest room and you felt yourself blush at the touch.

“Thank you, Mrs Harkness, for letting me stay,” you said, dropping your bag next to the door.

“Oh nonsense,” she said with a wave of her hand, “and please, call me Agatha,” she smiled.

You nodded your head and smiled back at her, your eyes falling to her ass as she turned and walked away, you could’ve sworn the sway in her hips was intentional.

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Nicky and you were laying on his bed, watching his favourite movie when there was a knock on his door.

“Hey buddy,” Agatha said, pushing the door open, “can we keep the door open please,”

“Mom!” Nicky whined, embarrassment clear on his face as he stood up.

Agatha just chuckled and threw her hands up in defence.

“I was young once too,” she said to Nicky, “boys like pretty things like you,”

You felt like her eyes were staring into your soul as she directed the last part towards you.

“It’s fine, Mrs Harkness,” you laughed, “I’m a raging lesbian, you have nothing to worry about,”

Nicky turned and looked at you like he wanted to kill you and then himself.

“Good to know,” Agatha winked at you and you were thankful that Nicky had his back turned, “well Wanda said the boys wanted to see you and asked if I could go pick them up,” she said and Nicky turned back to his mom.

“Oh, yes! I can go,” he almost yelled, rushing for his car keys, “did you want to come?” He asked, turning to look at you for a moment.

“I think if I spend another second in a car I’m going to scream,” you said and Agatha laughed, the sound warming you up inside.

Nicky was quick to rush off and Agatha barely had time to yell at him to not drive back if it was snowing. The two of you shared a look and she motioned with her head for you to follow her.

“Want some hot chocolate?” She asked, walking to the kitchen.

You eagerly followed her, nodding your head and almost moaning at the idea of a warm drink. You sat at the kitchen island while Agatha moved around the kitchen, throwing some chocolate in a pot with some water and letting it slowly come to a boil.

“What kind of milk do you drink, monkey?” She asked, standing in front of the open fridge so you could see the options.

You felt yourself blush at the nickname she’d given you, fairly apt considering that you came to the decision that you would want nothing more than to climb the woman like a tree.

“Uhh, oh you have macadamia milk?” You asked, surprised at the variety of milk in the fridge, it was almost like a cafe, “I’ll have that please,”

Agatha gave you a small wink and reached for the pink coloured carton, checking the date to make sure it was still edible.

“A perfect choice,” she hummed and you felt yourself smile at the praise.

“It just adds the perfect nutty taste without being overpowering,” you shrugged, your foot tapping against the stool you were sitting on.

She had just poured the milk in when her phone began buzzing on the counter in front of you.

“It’s Nicky,” you told her and she let out a sigh.

“I can’t stop stirring or it’ll taste funny, can you put it on speaker phone please,”

You nodded your head and pressed the answer button and then put it on loudspeaker, tuning out what was probably a private conversation.

“Aww, I’m sorry to hear that buddy, wait it out, and don’t worry, I’m keeping Ellie company,” Agatha said and you tuned back in at the sound of your name.

You didn’t hear Nicky’s response but he hung up quickly, not giving Agatha a chance to say goodbye. Her mouth was hung open slightly in shock and you let out a small laugh at the reaction.

“He hangs up on me without saying goodbye all the time,” you said with a smile.

Agatha let out a disappointed humm before turning back to face the saucepan.

“Well a snow storm has just come in and he can’t drive back, he might end up staying the night at Wanda’s, I hope that’s okay with you,” she said, pouring the mixture into two mugs.

She placed one in front of you and you wrapped your hands around the mug, the heat seeping into your skin and warming you up.

“That’s okay, I suppose there are worse people to be stuck with,” you laughed and so did she.

You watched as she blew on the warm liquid in her cup before bringing it to her lips, a low groan escaping her lips at the taste and feeling of the hot chocolate. You unconsciously squeezed your thighs together at the sound, your mind wishing she would make it again and you would be the reason.

“Not bad, if I do say so myself,” Agatha laughed, placing the mug down.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and smiled, taking your own sip. You couldn’t stop the full on moan that slipped out, the chocolate was beautifully rich and creamy and the macadamia milk added the perfect taste and it was warm, so warm, the feeling heating up your insides. You were slightly embarrassed by the noise you had made but holy hell, it was delicious.

“Fucking hell, Agatha,” you said and the older woman had a knowing smile on her face, “that is by far, the best hot chocolate I have ever had,”

Agatha laughed, throwing her hair over her shoulder as she looked at you. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, the only sound the occasional sipping or clinking of the mugs as they hit the counter.

“So you’re really not dating Nicky?” Agatha asked suddenly and you almost spit out the sip you had just taken.

The older woman smiled at you, her thumb reaching out and wiping the corners of your mouth, making sure there was no hot chocolate left that would become sticky. You stared at her, your mouth hanging open slightly and you knew your pupils must have been blown wide because Agatha had a dangerous smirk dancing on her lips.

“Force of habit,” she said, her eyes never leaving yours as she overly pronounced the t sound.

“Uh… no, it’s fine, and n-no, I’m not dating Nicky, I, uh, I really am gay,”

Agatha gave you a smile and a wink before moving to sit at the stool next to you.

“And what are you studying?” She asked, her shoulder touching yours.

You froze at the contact, was she flirting with you or are you just that gay that the second an older woman touches you you start writing a wattpad fanfiction in your head.

“Uh, music, well, bass guitar,” you said, a small smile on your face, “but I’m taking some English classes which is how I met Nicky,”

Agatha hummed, taking another sip of her drink. The two of you sat in silence as you finished drinking the hot chocolates, you were particularly entranced when some of the drink spilled over the sides and dribbled down Agatha’s chin, watching intently as the drop slid down her neck. Was it weird that you suddenly wanted to be a liquid so damn bad? You knew you weren’t thinking when you reached out and wiped the drop away with your thumb, much like she had done only minutes before.

“Force of habit,” you said, repeating her words from earlier and she laughed.

Your eyes went wide however when Agatha held your wrist in place and took your thumb into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the pad of the digit.

“Wouldn’t want it to get sticky,” she said with a wink, letting go of your wrist.

You sat there frozen for a moment, your hand still hanging in the air.

“Uh, can I ask you something?” You asked, lowering your hand and she nodded, “why do you call me monkey?”

Agatha let out a light laugh and placed her hand on your shoulder.

“I didn’t know your face, so when Nicky told me about you and said you ‘rock climbed like a monkey’ I began to call you his monkey friend,” she laughed and you felt yourself blush for the hundredth time that day.

Agatha stood from the bench and began to move around the kitchen preparing for dinner.

“Would you like to help, monkey?” She asked, pulling a pot down from one of the high cupboards, “I’m making a roast with potatoes,”

“Would it be okay if I go have a quick lie down? My back’s a bit stiff from the car ride,”

Agatha gave you a smile that had you wondering if she could read minds because it was like she knew you didn’t need a lie down, you needed a cold shower.

“Of course monkey,”

You gave her a small nod and used every ounce of control you had to not take off running for your room.

“The closest shower is the one in my room, you can use that if you want,” Agatha called out and you froze.

Shouting out your thanks you practically ran to the room you were staying in. By the time you got your bathroom bag and new clothes together, making sure to pick out something cute, you were practically sweating at the thought of using her shower, being in her personal space. A part of you felt bad for making sure your vibrator was in your bathroom bag before you went into her room but the second you entered the bedroom your senses were overwhelmed with the smell of her and any moral issues you had with imagining your best friends mom while getting off with a vibrator in her shower were gone. You stripped your clothes off and stepped into the shower space, turning the water on and welcoming the freezing cold against your heated skin. Your whole body still felt like it was on fire, your wrist where she had held you, your shoulder where hers rested against yours and your thumb, your fucking thumb. You still couldn’t believe that she had actually sucked on your finger and you groaned at the thought of her tasting herself on your fingers. You scrubbed at your body with your soap, thankful that you’d brought the more expensive and nice smelling one. Once the suds were washed off you looked around the room for a towel and couldn’t see one. You let out a groan, you were planning to sit yourself down on a towel and make yourself cum as many times as you could handle but with no towel in sight you resigned to sitting under the stream of icy water and pressing your vibrator against your aching clit. You kept the water running, hoping that it would drown out the sound of the toy and any moans that managed to slip through.

“Ahh, fuck,” you cried out, your hand clamping over your lips to keep you quiet.

The vibrations against your clit had your heart beating in your throat, the pleasure building up in your body and you squeezed your eyes shut, images of Agatha filling your mind. Imagining the feel of her fingers inside you, her mouth on yours, on your pussy, everywhere you needed her and you felt your first, of what you hoped would be many orgasms, wash over you. You could hear someone faintly whimpering Agatha’s name and it took you a moment to realise that it was you. You kept your eyes shut as you continued to hold the vibrating toy against your clit, your fingers pinching at your stiff nipples.

With your eyes shut, you hadn’t heard the door to the bathroom open and between the running water, the soft hum of the vibrator and your breathy moans, you hadn’t heard the faint rustle of fabric as Agatha stripped herself of her clothes. This wasn’t her original plan, she still wanted to tease you through dinner but she realised you didn’t have a towel and she was honestly to find that you had caved so easily, just a small touch here and there, a suck on your thumb, and you were grinding your needy pussy against a vibrator in her shower. On top of all of that, it was her name you were moaning, the soft sound making her control a difficult thing to hold onto.

“Well aren't you a needy little monkey,”

The sound of Agatha’s voice made you jump and if it wasn’t for her hand holding the vibrator harshly against you, it would have fallen to the shower floor. You cried out when her other hand reached up and pinched at your nipple.

“Does my son know how much of a whore you are?” Agatha laughed and all you could do was moan, “well?”

“N-no, ah fuck-please,” you whined, your hips pushing against the toy.

Agatha laughed again and slid the vibrator off your clit, circling it around your folds before pressing it against your entrance. The hand she had on your chest reached up and turned off the water before sliding back down and playing with your other nipple. Without the water bearing down on your face you could see clearly that Agatha was fully nude, her chest dangling just out of reach from your hands. You reached out your arms anyway, managing to wrap them around Agatha’s neck and pull her closer to you. Your wet hands tangled into the older woman’s dry mane and forced her face closer to yours.

“Does the little monkey want a kiss?” Agatha chuckled, clearly amused at the way you could barely form a sentence.

You could only nod your head furiously, hoping that she would give you anything you ask for. Her hand left your chest and wrapped around your chin, holding your face still as she softly pressed her lips against yours. She pulled away just as quickly as she had pressed in and you whined, your face chasing her lips.

“My eager little monkey, are you close?” She asked, holding you in place, “words,” she said when you nodded.

“S-so c-close, please-fuck,” you cried out, your nails digging into her shoulders.

Agatha let out a light hum at your reaction and she brought the vibrator back up to your clit, the direct pressure making your hips jerk.

“That’s a good little monkey,” she cooed, watching as your eyes squeezed shut, “go on baby,”

You cried out, your second orgasm crashing over you. Agatha moved the vibrator back off your clit and let your body stop shaking.

“Think you can take one more?” She asked, her hand running soothingly over your damp hair.

“N-not with the vibe,” you said, shaking your head, “n-need you, please,” you moaned, your body still recovering from your orgasm.

Agatha smiled at you and turned off the vibrator, finally pressing her lips against yours properly. You moaned into the kiss, your arms lacking the strength to hold onto her properly and you felt her smile against your lips.

“How do you need me?” Agatha asked, kissing down your neck.

“N-no,” you said, gaining back enough strength to push her backwards, “need to have you,”

Agatha chuckled and rested back on her elbows, letting you climb up until you were straddling her hips. You pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before moving down her chest, nipping lightly at the skin and watching how she reacted to each kiss and bite. You ran your tongue over her nipple before taking it into your mouth and she let out a low groan and you smiled to yourself, happy that you’d gotten her to make the same sound as earlier in the afternoon. You switched to her other breast, lightly rolling the nipple between your teeth and she threw her head back as she moaned. You kissed down her stomach, making sure to leave at least one love bite that could be hidden, before you pressed kisses along her thighs. You could see her arousal as it dripped down her thighs and you licked it up, relishing in the low moan she let out.

“Wouldn’t want it to get sticky,” you said with a wink and Agatha laughed, one hand threading into your hair.

“Mhm, and for someone who needed to have me, you sure are taking your time, monkey,” she said, her nails lightly scratching at your scalp.

You giggled at her words, you had no idea how she had figured out just how to tease you in the few hours you’d known her but she had, and you were putty in her hands. You bit your lip and Agatha looked at you expectantly, you weren’t sure why you were suddenly nervous but something about the way she held herself, even on her back she still felt more in control.

“What’s the matter, monkey, never done it before?” Agatha teased, her hand running over your cheek.

“No! No, god no, I have, you-you’re just very attractive, and I don’t know why I’m nervous,” you admitted, sitting back on your heels.

Agatha hid a laugh behind her smile and you swatted at her thigh in mock annoyance at her laugh. You gained a little bit more confidence and began to kiss at her stomach again, moving back down and finally placing a flat-tongued lick up from her entrance to her clit before taking the bud into your mouth and lightly sucking.

“There we go, such a good little monkey for me,” Agatha moaned.

She threw her head back and let out a whine as you easily slid two fingers inside her. You curled the digits and she cried out as you hit a spot that made her hips jerk up into your hand. You smiled against her, loving the way she was coming apart under you, every moan and buck of her hips had you squeezing your thighs together in an effort to quell the regrowing wetness between your legs.

“You look so beautiful like this,” you breathed against her and she moaned.

You knew it wouldn’t take much more for her and the way her hips were pushing up to meet your thrusts had you groaning against her.

“More, Ellie, please,” Agatha moaned and you stopped your fingers, looking up at her.

“Call me monkey,” you said before she could complain about you stopping.

“Fuck, please monkey, I need more,” Agatha groaned, moving her hips in a way that she was fucking herself on your fingers.

You smiled at the nickname and slid a third finger inside her, curling the digits in search of the spot that made her see stars. Agatha cried out and your mouth found her clit again, your tongue tracing patterns against the bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, right there monkey,” she moaned and you felt her walls clench around you.

You moaned against her at the feeling and she cried out one last time, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. You continued to lick and suck at her, your fingers curling, eager to give her a second orgasm. Agatha’s hands fisted in your hair and she pulled you away as she caught her breath. You gave her a small pout, tracing patterns on the inside of her thighs, you just wanted to see her face when she came again, hear her make those sweet noises again.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she laughed, pulling your forward and crashing her lips against yours, “I wanna try something, but only if you want,”

“Agatha, you could ask me to kill someone and I’d probably do it,” you deadpanned, not entirely joking.

She laughed anyway and the sound gave you butterflies, you hadn’t realised how cute her laugh was. Agatha cupped your face for a second before she reached for the discarded vibrator and pushed you backwards until your back was against the shower wall. She slid one leg under yours and the other over but before you even got a chance to roll your hips and push yourself against her, Agatha placed the vibrator between the two of you. The feeling of it touching your clit already had you jumping but the second she turned it on you were on a different plane of being. The soft moans and praises that fell from her lips had you squirming against her, hardly able to move in the position she had placed you in.

“What a good little monkey, doing whatever I want,” Agatha groaned, the rhythm of her hips faltering as she neared her second orgasm.

You moaned at everything, her words, the sensations, the way she grinding herself against you, all of it had you shaking.

“Mhm, s-so close,” you whimpered, your whole body wound tight and tense.

“Me too, monkey, me too,” Agatha moaned before her whole body went stiff, “ah, fuck,” she cried out.

Watching the way her face contorted in pleasure, her whole body shaking pushed you over the edge, your third orgasm crashing over you. Your whole body was white hot with pleasure and all you could do was moan and cry out at the feeling. Agatha watched as you came, your whole body shaking and when she moved the vibrator away she was more than delighted to find her hand soaked in your juices.

“Ever squirted before?” She laughed and you looked at her confused, still trying to catch your breath.

Agatha motioned her head downwards and you saw the evidence of your orgasm all over her stomach and legs. You opened your mouth to apologise but before you could get a word in, Agatha pushed her fingers into your mouth and you moaned at the taste of yourself on them.

“I want to see my little monkey do that again,” she said with a wink and when you shook your head, knowing you couldn’t take another one she smiled, “maybe not right now, but soon,”

The dark look in her eyes told you that the rest of the week staying at hers would be interesting to say the least.

[jrow]

May Prompt (17)

Day 16 here. Day 18 here.

Chaos

It is absolute chaos.

He closes his eyes for a just a moment. The constant screaming he can handle but the non-stop motion is difficult to handle. It pulls his attention in every direction and there is no order to speak of. His usual ability to predict the future is useless here and he has no idea what will happen next.

Not so different from the inner chaos he’s been experiencing these past few days. Entirely unpredictable. Often unbearable.

At least Rosie seems to be enjoying herself.

Thursday is park day. It’s a tradition for John and Rosie to come after nursery regardless of weather. John said Rosie had been inconsolable the one time there was lightning and they had to miss it. And today it’s unseasonably warm, so of course Sherlock insisted on taking her.

John had been … strange about the whole thing, though. Actually, John was strange anytime the subject of Rosie came up today. Fidgety. Uncomfortable. And he said some preposterous things. John seems to think that watching Rosie is some grand burden and that Sherlock must surely be eager for time alone at Baker street. It’s ridiculous—as if he’ll be spending one more second in that flat before John can be there with him.

He almost told John as much but that … well that would be revealing too much.

So instead he just rolled his eyes and left. Left to come to the park and enjoy the sunshine (along with every other family in Putney it seems).

He sighs and watches Rosie unsuccessfully try to climb up the slide. She makes it about halfway up before gravity takes over and she is back on the ground. A little boy quickly jumps over her to take his turn, only to meet the same fate.

He looks to the sky and thinks about the progress they made today on the case (in between John’s naps). It helped that their attention was no longer divided, now that they knew of the link between the thief and the hospital intruder. Although, infuriatingly, his brother is pointedly not telling them what that link is. The bastard.

Over the day, it became clear that the jewelry stores hit by the thief weren’t as randomly chosen as he previously thought. The appearance of disorder, chaos even, was a carefully constructed illusion—when he examined the full complement of evidence (including new video footage shared by Mycroft) he could see that every single element was intentionally done to look amateurish. Glass broken in inefficient ways. Cameras covered by crude methods. Alarms disabled almost by luck. But it was all planned. That changes the profile of who they are looking for quite dramatically.

He feels both guilt and anger about not seeing it earlier. Guilt because if he solved this sooner, John wouldn’t be in that awful hospital bed. Anger because the reason he didn’t is because he didn’t have all the facts. If he didn’t have Rosie to take care of, he might have gone to the yard to scream at a few people.

But, instead he is at the park.

He looks back at the slide but Rosie has moved to …. he scans the play structure and area around it, but doesn’t see her blond pigtail anywhere. His heart starts racing and he stands, eyes darting over the space. His eyes lock on the the stairs—she’s been known to enjoy playing in the cold sand under there, hidden from view. He quickly starts making his way over to peak in, but is stopped by that perfect little voice.

“Lock! I hiding!”

He turns and sees her, laying down beside the boy from the slide, behind the big plastic turtle. In his panic, he didn’t let look at the ground. And then he was so focused on the stairs that he walked right past her.

“Good work, Rosie,” he says, finding himself smiling.

John is an idiot. Rosie isn’t a burden at all.

@keirgreeneyes @raina-at @totallysilvergirl @meetinginsamarra @jolieblack @phoenix27884 @friday411 @calaisreno @quimerasyutopias @lisbeth-kk @safedistancefrombeingsmart @momma2boys @helloliriels @dapetty

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Round 2

Propaganda why Jimmy is insufferable:

"The most chillingly real depiction of one of those men that think the world owes them everything. He's a rapist, a misogynist, abelist, self-centered, abusive, terrible friend and person that gets everyone killed because he was big mad about being laid off. It shocks me that there are apparently people out there that play the game and like him. He's so evil, but never in a way that makes him cartoonish, and that makes him all the more terrible. The game lays it out itself: he won't take responsibility for anything. He is never the villain in his own eyes. Scumbag."

"Tbh he's not just insufferable. He's disgusting. I can't even list all the horrible things he did because they would need multiple trigger warnings. He thinks that he's so high and mighty to the point where he betrays his own captain so that he can take his place, and then blames his actions and the ship crashing on said captain, who was actually trying to save them. So all of the crew died in one way or another (because of Jimmy's actions) thinking that their captain betrayed them when really if was him. And a quick Google search can tell you all the really nasty shit that he did. So not only is he insufferable, he's also just a horrible human being."

"Listen, I'm not even in the fandom and I know what his ass did. Screw this guy"

"Bro never takes responsibility for anything he did. Assuming he even acknowledges it *vaguely motions at what he did to Anya*"

"SA, causing a ship to crash, murder and elongating his friend's suffering in a cryopod for 20 years"

"He's literally the worst. He's a rapist, he framed his friend for attempted murder-suicide after getting him mutilated, and he either directly or indirectly killed everyone else. He's such an unreliable narrator that it's difficult to tell how the others of the Tulpar crew actually are because he sees everyone as beneath him."

"rape, murder, just generally being an asshole"

"LITERALLY A RAPIST"

Propaganda why Gray Wing is insufferable:

"He’s an arrogant, controlling and childish bitch. Also he told a cat (Wind Runner) who was grieving her dead child that “Maybe it's best only the strongest kits survive.”"

"Protagonist who’s an apologist towards his awful abusive colonizer of a brother."

"He’s viewed as this wise and correct character in the series while he’s actually a @$$hole who’s possessive of his love interest (Turtle Tail) and didn’t want a domestic abuse victim (Bumble) to seek refuge in his home due to him being fatphobic towards her and being salty that his girlfriend stayed in her human’s house for the winter. He literally cared about how cats would negatively view his abusive dictator of a brother (Clear Sky) for killing Bumble while Bumble’s BLEEDING TO DEATH right in front of him as Turtle Tail is deeply grieving her. He’s also an enabler and/or apologist for Clear Sky too."

"TW: Apologism, Abuse, Misogyny, Fatphobia, and Death.

Gray Wing’s an awful cat who’s an apologist and/or bootlicker to his brother, Clear Sky, who’s an awful abusive dictator who killed multiple cats, mostly she-cats who are native to the land that Clear Sky’s colonizing.

Gray Wing viewed his love interest, Turtle Tail, more as if she’s a possession of him than an actual cat.

Gray Wing was apathetic and fatphobic towards a housecat, Bumble, while she was pleading for refuge within his group in order to escape and no longer live with her abuser, Tom. Due to the fact he believes that Bumble would be “too fat” and “useless” to join his group and the fact that he’s salty that Bumble is kind towards Turtle Tail and allowed her to stay within Bumble’s humans’ house (after Gray Wing was a jerk to her). Gray Wing also cared more about Clear Sky’s reputation amongst other cats than Bumble literally BLEEDING TO DEATH right in front of him and Turtle Tail, who Clear Sky BEATEN and caused the death of.

And the book series paint Gray Wing as a “wise” and “kind” cat, despite him literally… being a bad cat, including the reason I mentioned above, making making even MORE upsetting and insufferable to read about."

[blueeofsl]

Okay so this is going to be a pretty long analysis on @somerandomdudelmao ‘s most recent update… Will have to be split into multiple posts because of pictures

Been staring at the post for a while and damn,,, imagine going from dying in an unforgiving wasteland to waking up in what I can guess is a soft mattress with a healthy portion of sheets and blankets. Like those are absolute opposites in terms of comfort

The fact that Leo wakes up with unfocused eyes (compared to his brothers, who almost immediately shoot up), tells us that he’s still expecting himself to be back in that apocalypse.

Also the frown he has in the middle panel, it’s probably just his face relaxing, but we see that it immediately goes to a frown. An “ugh, im so exhausted why am I awake?” Sort of expression. Which kinda continues to show in the last panel of this first page.

And in that entire time, Leo’s eyes never fully focus. Because he isn’t expecting anything good to happen for him. So why should he even try at this point when there’s no one left to save?

~~~~~

Which brings us to the next page. Zooming in, we can see that Leo is staring at the back of Donnie’s shell. Im guessing it takes him a moment to realize what he’s looking at because we get enough time to see Donnie struggle to stay awake. And knowing Donnie, this hints to Leo that this isn’t some sort of normal hallucination.

We can also see that Leo is on a soft bed, and is being consistently monitored by Donnie. I am wondering what Donnie is working on though. Maybe checking Leo’s vitals? A new prosthetic for Leo? Or maybe, for once, allowing himself to start to plan on a new invention. Something that doesn’t directly involve with whether the resistance will survive the next day or not. He shows this sort of stubbornness to keep himself awake until he’s sure that Leo is okay.

In the last panel we see Leo finally perk up as he crains his neck back to really get a good look at his twin. He probably notices how Donnie’s shell looks a bit wider, his arms a bit stronger. But maybe hasn’t fully recognized it yet. This is also probably where he lets his vision come into focus, and becomes more aware of his surroundings because oh shit, I’m not dying on packed dirt any more.

~~~~~

Moving on to page 3, Leo reaches out to Donnie to see if he’s real. These poses remind me of the first episode of the comics.

(Episode 1, part 7) Here we see Leo do pretty much the exact same hand motion as his tiny, little self. Which kinda tells us that Leo is moving purely on instinct, on emotion. His mind telling him to seek for that sort of comfort.

When he falls in the last panel of the recent comic, I feel like it becomes some sort of wakeup call for him. Because the fall from the bed to the floor is pretty far from what we see in page 2. And the noise of his shell hitting the floor was probably pretty loud too. Enough to scare Donnie out of what ever he was working on.

Would also like to take a moment to look at Leo’s scars, specifically the one on the shell. I realized it’s the scar from when Donnie had to forcefully pull his shell together by screws and wire. (Part 2 of Episode 11)

The fact that that scar is still on Leo’s shell shows us that it was an impactful moment for him (the revived turtles so far have shown that the scars/features that stay are those they think a lot about or have an emotional attachment to). He was lucky at that time. Because the rubble that caused that injury could have easily killed him. A wrong crack/break in the shell could have left him immobile for the rest of the war. But that’s where Donnie comes in because he knows that Leo would hate that.

The reason why the scar is so big on Leo’s shell now shows how much impact it had on his mind. At least that’s my guess…

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Moving onto Page 4, we get a good view of Leo’s expression in all panels. First one shows pain, a wince. His arm looks to have twitched towards himself in order to protect his head. It could have also twitched because of Donnie’s sudden yell to him.

The second panel shows surprise. Because his twin is picking him off the floor. Symbolically speaking, this could mean that his family is here to pick him up now, to carry him over to better times.

This surprise is also towards the fact that Donnie is able to lift Leo when before, right on the day Donnie dies, it was Leo who was picking up Donnie.

Also notice how in this page, we don’t see Donnie’s face at all. Even when Donnie is lifting Leo up in the third panel, we just see the confusion on Leo’s face. And also, perhaps, a bit of fear. Maybe he was fearing whether or not this was a dream.

But heres the thing. Many have noticed the parallel of Donnie and Leo switching positions in who is carrying who. But I noticed another parallel in this page.

First panel in page 4 looks nearly identical to this page of Leo dying here.

When realizing this, the parallel just made that page so much more emotional to me.

Because Leo was expecting to be brought back to the apocalypse in his head.

~~~~~

Moving onto page 5, we get another good view of the scar on Leo’s shell. First panel though, love the Donnie face squish. There was no way he was gonna just let his twin sit on the cold hard floor when theres a bed right there.

This might be looking to much into it, but in the first panel, it looks like Leo is shaking too.

We also see that Donnie and Leo are the same size now, when before, Leo was larger than Donnie when the soft shell was sick.

The second panel again shows the emotion Leo is going through. To me, it screams “is this real? I can’t believe it. How is this happening?” And we can see that Donnie’s grip on Leo is strong and firm while Leo seems to sorta cling/melt into his twin.

In the third panel, Donnie is telling Leo to sit still. Perhaps this is because of how badly Leo is shaking, or the fact that he had just fallen out of bed. Either way, what seems as a command for a shitty patient has another meaning; that Leo is okay. He’s going to be taken care of, he just has to let his family take care of him. Just like how he took care of them and so many other people.

~~~~~

Page 6, We see Leo’s expression again, and the way his arm is still reached out from Donnie pulling it off his shoulder. It’s full of surprise but theres not much fear being shown except for the hollowness in his eyes.

Leo still doesn’t fully believe all of this is real. Then Donnie goes and starts moving around him, checking what’s left of his arm (some people are saying that it’s the first thing donnie checked. Also wondering if this could be him planning on a new prosthetic for Leo), and what I can guess is Donnie checking his heartbeat (the little white ninpo rectangle thing near Leo’s heart).

For Leo, this is quite overwhelming. He lets Donnie do his thing, but it’s been years since he’s seen his brother be so active around him. He shows signs of nervousness too, the wobbly line for his lips, and the way that his arm is tucked towards his middle, and his knees slightly pulled up and together. In that moment, he’s trying to make himself smaller.

Going back to scars again, notice the scarring on his neck. It’s the same injury from when he went to Donnie’s lab for guidance after almost getting his head bitten off by a krang dog. It’s another scar that’s left a large impact on Leo’s mind. Perhaps part of it is because of the krang dog, but another part I think is because of him yelling for Donnie.

~~~~~

THIS IS PART 1 OF ANALYSIS!

PART 2

PART 3

[rorywritesjunk]

You're bored while Buggy is off doing captain shit and you're left alone in the bedroom. Your chores were done for the day. There was nothing left to do.

But since you were left alone...

Your gaze fell upon his wardrobe stuffed with clothes. He wouldn't know you tried on one of his shirts right, as long as you put it away how you found it.

Deciding not to waste any more time you threw your clothes off, leaving just your socks and underwear on, and pulled on one of his shirts. It was a little tight around your tummy but fit loose in the shoulders. He was built differently for sure.

He wouldn't be back for a while so you stepped in front of the mirror, hands on your hips as you checked yourself out. You knew his pants wouldn't fit you at all, so no point in even trying, but just seeing yourself in his shirt was something.

You spun yourself around to check out the backside. The shirt came down just above your ass, showing your blue undies with green turtles printed on them. Together with just the shirt it was kind of a cute look.

You stepped away from the mirror for a moment before bouncing back into view. Yea, no, the shirt really was cute on you even as it started to ride up past your belly from being so snug. You didn't bother to pull it back down, letting your skin show with each movement you made.

Moving to the door you grinned. Could you slide on your socks and end up in front of the mirror, striking a pose worthy of your captain? He wasn't there to watch, it wouldn't matter.

Just as you began shuffling your feet, trying to get the motion going, the door was flung open and Buggy stepped in. You lost your balance, startled, and before you could fall back on your ass his arms were there to catch you.

"What the- what's going on in here?!" He demanded. When he got a look at your ensemble, his brain seemed to stop forming proper sentences. "Why are you... In my shirt... In your underwear?"

"I... Felt like it?" Was really the only reason. You saw the look in his eyes. He always got a little... Excited when he saw you in his clothes, whether it was his jacket or even just his hat. Oh, you hadn't expected him to see you like this. He slammed the door shut behind him before he started to toe his shoes off and throw his jacket to the side.

At least you weren't going to be bored much longer.

[anime-greek]

(Verse!AU) ‘Before The Battle’

Cassie and Gen!Mikey

Fanfic under cut

Mikey felt extremely nervous as he walked up to Cassie with a plate of the food. He wasn’t exactly sure why, but guessed it could be because she was kinda far away from the group, standing next to the key in the dark night. She was also staring at him the entire time he walked up to her.

“I brought you food if you want some.” He told her as he lifted it up to her.

She glanced at the plate before looking back to him. “No thank you.” She declined.

He lowered the plate. “Are you sure? We have a big day ahead of us in the morning.”

“I am sure.”

Mikey pouted as he stared at his plate. The both of them remained in silence for a bit.

She noticed something off.

“You did not come here only to offer me food, did you?” Cassie asked him.

His pout deepened as his grip tightened against the plate more.

“I just..” he sat down on the steps while setting the plate aside, “I'm having a difficult time dealing with the idea that any of us Mikeys would betray our siblings like yours did.”

“That is how alternative universes work.” She stated.

He looked at her fully. “But, you’re sure the story is right?”

He saw Cassie’s own grip tightened against the end of the katana as a small frown formed on her.

Mikey attempted to save face, “I’m only suggesting that—!”

“Are you trying to insinuate that my life is a lie?”

“No! No! I’m saying that uh-“

“Young Michelangelo..” She cut him off as she squatted down to be closer to his height. “Each universe is seemingly different in one way or another. With something as little as a choice B is picked rather than A from a being as small as an ant; to it something as big as being an entirely different race rather than being a mutant turtle.” She gestured her hand towards the campsite. “Out of all of the possibilities you have seen and heard on your journey, what you had found the most difficult is that one of yous out there has joined the side of the Krang?”

Mikey looked down at his lap, as one of his hands rubbed against his wrist. “Well, since you put it that way..” he glanced to the campsite, where the others were still chatting about, before he looked back to Cassie. “You know, you talk really wise for someone so young.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m over six—ty years old.” She caught her words for a moment.

Mikey made a choke noise. “Well—You look good for your age!”

She seemed confused by that statement. “Thank you.”

As she stood back up, Mikey grabbed the plate and held it out to her again.

“You sure you’re not hungry?” He questioned. She shook her head. “Not even tired? I’ve been told resting and recharging can help for a coming battle”

“I am sure.” She responded. Mikey seemed to deflate that.

Cassie did a head motion to the camp this time. “That older you, with the tied up hair. He’s your mentor?”

Mikey shrugged. “In a sense, I guess so, yeah. He tries to be when he can.”

“He reminds me of my own Michelangelo.”

Mikey couldn’t help but give a puzzled frown at that statement. “In a good or bad way?” He asked.

“Depends on your view of good and bad. I can sense how powerful he is; close to how mine was before.. all that.”

“Their power is almost the same?”

She pursed her lips before speaking again. “From the last time I saw him. He has likely gotten stronger since then. I am sure of it.”

Mikey began to feel doubt and worry sink in. He stood up.

“I’m..going to go back now. Should..should rest up before the morning, y’know?” He said.

“Very well.” Cassie lowered her head in a bow. “Enjoy your rest.”

Mikey returned the bow and began to walk back to the camp. Halfway he turned back around and saw Cassie staring at the key with an apathetic face, while mumbling something, seemingly to herself.

[thisbarbiereallylikesbirds]

Why Tang Shen is soo interesting to me

Okay with all the Nameless Trio content I’ve been posting I feel the need to let you guys know why I find Shen so interesting. This may be a long one but I have LOTS of thoughts so please hang tight.

“If we interfere Splinter will never move to New York and buy four baby turtles”

Donnie in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012) S3 E19

First of all Shen is literally the reason the story happens in most iterations. If it weren’t for her death, Hamato Yoshi likely never would’ve moved to New York, never bought the turtles, and they never would’ve gotten mutated. Without her there’d be no story. And yet she’s barely ever mentioned in canon.

Now I could talk for ages about fridging women and why it’s a stupid out-dated, over-used, misogynistic trope. And I’m not even going to pretend that’s not what happened to her. But one of the main problems with fridging is the fact that after the woman’s death sets the plot into motion (usually for some sort of love interest) she’s eventually forgotten by the plot. Women in fiction deserve better treatment than that. Real women deserve better representation than that.

However there’s another way that characters who die before the story starts can be utilized. One that I’m absolutely OBSESSED with. And that is the idea of haunting the narrative. Two of the best examples that I can think of are Mara from She-Ra and Caleb Wittenbane from the Owl House. Both characters are dead before the series begins. For a while the only way that we know about them is through what the other characters tell us. And, of course, this is a very biased view of the person. Sometimes it’s very one dimensional. 

But even though we know almost nothing about them, they linger. They are everywhere in the story. So many things only happen because of them. Memories of Caleb are everywhere in Phillip’s mindscape. Hunter’s entire life is dictated by the memory of a man who died hundreds of years ago. And even the door, the things that brings Luz the the Boiling Isles and sets the whole story into motion only is opened for her because Caleb stole it from Belos and buried it in the backyard of his family home. We don’t know much about Mara but we know that Adora is in a way doomed to follow in her footsteps. 

“In every other universe Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-Man. And in every other universe…it doesn’t end well.”

Spider-Gwen in Across the Spider-Verse (2023)

So we’ve talked about out-of-universe stuff. But what about what’s in the actual story? Due to the crossovers we know that all the iterations of TMNT sort of exist in the same way all the universes exist in the Spider-Verse world. They all have their own dimension. I can’t help but think of the parallels not only between the worlds but the characters who live within them. Gwen Stacy dies in every universe but one. She knows this. Unfortunately, the universe where she survives isn’t exactly kind to her. She loses her best friend. She loses Miles. She loses her father. She loses any chance at having a normal life. 

In 2012 the turtles have a conversation with Shen where she is trying to pick between Oroku Saki and Hamato Yoshi. Of course they don’t know this at the time, but one of the choices will lead to her death. However, it will also lead to the world being saved from a variety of threats. But what if she did know? What if Shen knew that she would be sacrificing herself? What if she knew that in every other universe she was doomed to die? In every universe but one, that is.

Tang Shen is never said to be dead in ROTTMNT. But we only see her once in a movie poster. We know she exists but she has no relevance. As far as we know, she’s out there living her best life. So what is she like? What would a person be like in the one universe where she gets to live?

I really hope this wasn’t too long but thank you so much for reading this whole thing! If you want some content about Rise!Shen then visit the Nameless Trio tag on my blog, she’s one of the three main characters in that au.

[quietwingsinthesky]

i’m the only one writing minecraft creepypasta in 2025.

I’d wanted to get back into Minecraft for a while.

I remembered playing it as a kid, but it had been years since I’d picked it back up. Seeing my friends making accounts, watching everyone on the internet praise the game, even the occasional build impressing me as I scrolled online; all of it felt like a sign to return to a place I’d once called home.

My old account was long gone. Even if I could remember what email address was connected to it, I’d missed the window for migrating my Mojang account to a Microsoft one by a few years. Learning that combined with staring at the thirty dollar price tag for a game I only paid fifteen for back in the day forced my hand. I turned away from the official channels and went looking for another source.

It took a little digging, at least five or six minutes of scrolling through r/Piracy before I found a torrent link that seemed to work. The account that had posted it was an obvious throwaway, probably just someone trying to lure more seeders in. Not that I planned on helping them. Someone else would always come along for such a popular game. They could handle one leech. I went through the motions of setting up my VPN, grabbing the torrent, and watched as the slow trickle of data filled up the bar on the bottom of the screen.

(Maybe they really did need seeders, I thought, not that I was changing my mind. I checked and found only one active. If they were dedicated enough to be the only one, they’d probably stick around for someone else.

It took several hours. I intermittently checked on my laptop to make sure I was still receiving data. That other seeder stuck around, feeding me the game little by little. Anticipation was growing inside me. I already had plans, what to build, where to go, what new features I’d missed the past few years that I wanted to explore. As soon as I had my copy of the game, I cut the connection. I immediately ran it through my antivirus. No taking chances.

The computer stalled for a moment, the mouse flickering out of view. Before I could react, the antivirus came back with a clean bill of health. It must’ve been the file size that stressed my computer out. Seventeen gigabytes seemed a little excessive, but it had been a long time. Who knew how much stuff they’d added since I last played? I’d heard there were turtles now.

Opening the game didn’t hit me with the wave of nostalgia I was expected. My eyes skipped over the splash text, “Don’t dig straight down!” I sat there for a minute, confused, before realizing what was wrong. Where I’d expected the familiar soundtrack, I was instead greeted by my laptop whirring loudly and nothing from the game.

Even after I turned it up to the maximum, the game wouldn’t hand over a single note. Annoyed but accepting, I muted my laptop again. An illicitly obtained copy was bound to have a few quirks.

I could always get the music from somewhere else. It was the game I needed.

I created a new world. It loaded quickly, barely enough time for me to blink. Suddenly, I was back.

Just seeing the old familiar textures filled me with a sense of relief. The game looked exactly the same as I remembered. Hard to improve on perfection.

The silence still threw me off. Some part of me was disappointed not to hear the thuds as I cut down my first tree.

I fell into an old pattern. My first tree. My first crafting bench. My first tools.

My laptop chugged furiously to keep up with the game, growing warmer under my hands.

More trees. More wood. A little house in a forest.

I would need food soon. My hunger was chipping away, bit by bit, and I knew it would be better to grab it before the sun set. I set out with my first day’s supplies, making note of which direction my home was in.

I swung my point of view towards the sky to check how long I still had in the day. The sun hung low in the sky. I wasted more precious hunger sprinting through the woods until my character finally refused to do so.

Starving. I checked my difficulty. I didn’t want my recklessness to be a death sentence.

There hadn’t been a single animal in my entire exploration. The trees went on and on, a never-ending cluster of oak after oak after oak. I cursed the broken volume, sure that if I could hear what was out there, I’d have found something to eat by now. Now, I’d have to walk all the way home. I didn’t look forward to getting caught dead in the night. With no sheep came no wool, and with no wool came no bed, and without a bed, home was meaningless title for a place I wouldn’t even return to after death.

I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to find my way to it from my spawn point, either. The trees all looked the same, round leafy heads like a child’s drawing. The sunlight carved through the trunks, not sparing any darkness for mobs to spawn.

I checked the sky again. The sun loomed in the same position as before.

The slog of getting home irritated me. Roses crept into my path. They were the only color other than green or brown, and each time, I’d swing my head to see if the change signaled something useful—an animal, a hostile mob, a lava lake—and each time it was another stupid flower I couldn’t use.

I was about to quit this world and start another one when the terrain ahead of me changed. The grass gave way to a stone hill. Eager for a better angle to locate my home from, I climbed. The dull gray was a welcome change of scenery as I jumped higher and higher.

I looked from the peak of the hill. The forest of oak trees extended in all directions, out beyond my render distance.

My laptop was hot. I took one last look to confirm I couldn’t seen my house anywhere. Just trees. Endless trees. I opened the settings and drew the fog closer. Click by click, it encroached. Invited.

My laptop still burned, despite my meager effort to appease it. I did my best to ignore it. I didn’t want to stop playing.

Another glance around the hill revealed unearthed coal ore. Finally, a stroke of luck. I went to collect it, pickaxe in hand. Each coal collected revealed another. I greedily leapt into the hole I was mining to get more.

I dug it out from around me. I dug it out from beneath me.

I fell into the dark.

I winced as my health dropped to a single, shaking half-heart. My starvation taunted me. My first instinct was to take the coal I’d collected and a few sticks to make a torch before I was attacked.

I lit up the cave.

In the center of the gaping cavern, there was a door. It couldn’t be there. My torch blasted it with light.

I could see past that door. There was another behind it. And another. The darkness swallowed the rest of the cave before the fog could.

I couldn’t understand. I raised my center cursor to the door. I nearly clicked it.

A clack rang out so loud that it made me jump. It took me too long to realize that it was the sound of a door opening. The one in front of me remained closed, untouched. But-

I checked the volume. It was still muted. The volume indicator hadn’t even faded away before another clack broke out of my computer. Another door. My heart was beginning to race.

I didn’t know what to do. I paused the game to catch my breath and think.

My laptop was hissing now in an effort to continue running. The keyboard burned hot under my fingers.

Another clack. The barest flicker of movement accompanied it past the labels of the pause menu and through the windows of the door I stood at.

A pit formed in my stomach. It was the last door. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew I didn’t want it to see me. I knew I wanted more than the door between me and it. I made a split-second decision.

I heard a clack. I didn’t look at the game. I closed it. I was safe.

I didn’t have time to laugh at how ridiculous I was being.

My laptop’s wallpaper had changed behind the game window.

It was the cave. It was the door. It was open.

I slammed the laptop shut. It was scorching. I couldn’t touch it again.

With a whine, it shut itself down. I refused to go near it for a long time. It was a game, I told myself.

You got it in time, you trapped it, came a paranoid thought. I couldn’t trust it. It was nonsense.

It was a mod. It was a prank. It was me working myself up over nothing. A mantra repeated until I believed it. Just a bad download. Just a virus of some kind.

I put a hand on the back of my laptop. It was still warm even minutes after shutting down completely.

Gingerly, I opened it. My attention went to the power button. I needed to prove myself right, that there was nothing wrong with my computer. I pressed it once, I pressed it harder, I jammed it into the computer. It wouldn’t even whimper.

I looked into the dark screen. I couldn’t see my reflection.

My hair stood on end. Goosebumps rose across my arms. I stopped breathing, silent and still.

It was still there.

[brins-rogers]

legacy ch 2

A/N: this chapter is a little sillier, wanted to give a little bit of backstory to Y/N and it’s all over the place. I apologize, ch 3 will be SO much better I pinky promise

{raph x reader}

WARNINGS: violence, mentions of alcohol/underage drinking, mentions of substances used (marijuana), swearing, death, father in jail, parental figure death, not enemies to lovers but definitely wary to friends to best friends to lovers, SLOWBURN BABYYYYYY

word count: ???

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April’s phone dinged, the noise shaking her out of her stupor from going on two nights no sleep. She had been following leads with Donny to see all about who was connected with Shredder, to get the rest of them behind bars and never see the light of day again. It was all to keep New York City safe.

‘Bad day. Stood up on a date. Coming over.’

April tried to be the best older cousin, the shoulder to lean on, especially since Y/N’s mom had taken her in after her father died. Y/N saw her as a sister, she assumed.

Hearing thuds on her fire escape, she was immediately energized as she hurried to the window, trying to shoo the four giant mutant turtles out of the apartment. “You guys can’t be here right now!” April spoke in a hushed whisper. Her roommate had moved out weeks ago, so now they guys came and went as they wanted.

“Why not, angelcakes? You seeing someone else?” Mikey’s voice was fake hurt, Leo shot him a glare that made him silence himself. “No, I have company and she—“

“APRIL!” It was Y/N, clearly upset and on the verge of tears. April hadn’t heard her come in, or use the door at all. April made a quick motion for the guys to hide in her room, ushering them in and shutting the door.

Y/N came into view wearing a baggy, cut up shirt, sweats, hair threw up lazily. She looked like hell. “Oh, honey,” April opened her arms for her, Y/N launching in her arms and sobbing. Beginning to stroke her hair, April looked down at her. “Tell me all about it.”

Hiccuping, Y/N began to recant the tale of her day. The cute guy from chemistry asking her out, how he said to meet up at the pizza parlor. How he stood her up. “A-and then I got a text saying it was a fucking joke,” she sobbed into her cousin’s chest, sniffling.

The boys, of course, couldn’t stay still and kept locked away. Donnie had brought a mini spy drone to stick out of the room, Mikey being all over him to see just who was getting all of his angelcake’s attention. Raph and Leo tried to act like they weren’t curious, but all piled in on Donnie too to see. April’s door couldn’t hold the weight of more than one turtle weighing in at a whopping 250 lbs.

Now multiply that by four?

The door splintered and cracked, tearing off the hinges as all the turtles less than gracefully fell to the ground on top of each other.

April scrambled to try to hold Y/N into her chest and prevent her from seeing. Y/N thrashed until she tore away, eyes wide as saucers.

“April, you need to take me to the ER like right now.” Y/N said, head snapping back towards her cousin. The whole room fell in confusion, turtles and all. “I’m high as fuck off this edible and I’m tripping seeing four giant fucking turtles in your living room right now. I think my shit’s laced or I’m ODing or—“ Y/N hyperventilated before taking a calming breath.

“An edible?” Realizing what she had said, Y/N paled. “Please don’t tell my mom I do edibles please April,” she cried, already in a delicate mental state from her shitty day.

The turtles all stood up, looking between each other. This was … good news? They could slink away and pretend nothing happened? Score!

As Donnie and Leo crept back, Raph was glued to the floor. “Raph! C’mon!” Leo snarled, pulling on his brother who seemed to be in an entranced state. He was transfixed, looking at the girl still sobbing into April’s arms. What was that Mikey said when he first saw April? Oh, right.

“Dibs.” It left his mouth quietly, making Leo roll his eyes and yank him away.

As Y/N and April spoke more in the living room, April shooting Donnie a text saying she was taking Y/N home, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“What were you thinking?! You just froze up like some idiot! We can’t have more humans knowing about us!” Leo scolded, Raph simply watching April take the dazed Y/N to her car.

“Yeah, yeah. My bad.” He grumbled quietly, snarling as Mikey laughed. “See?! What did I tell you guys! I knew she had hot friends!”

After a few hours, due to her rapid regeneration, the edibles wore off extra quickly. April had convinced her they were probably laced, and to stay away from weed and things like that. She was an impressionable kid!

She was almost eighteen, thank you very much. And it was NYC, where was the crime in a little pot? It’s not like Batman was going to emerge from the shadows and start beating her ass. Speaking of Batman …

“Mom, why are we up here? Shouldn’t we be, I dunno, patrolling, instead of staying in one place?” Y/N asked her mother perched on a rooftop, masked and peering down at the streets.

“If you’d keep your mouth shut, we’d be able to hear if anyone needs help. You know this is a sketchy area.” Her mother was a vigilante way before New York knew it had any vigilantes. One of the OGs, if you will. Her mother had the same ability as she did, due to April’s dad injecting her with a potential mutagen variant to save her failing pregnancy.

Now, here she was, seventeen years later. Watching the bustling streets of NYC with a balaclava and ‘cat claws’. Being born with the abilities were … different than being injected with them. Y/N was faster, stronger than her mother, considering it mutated into her genes. She had an elevated heart rate, abnormal scans and scary growth at one point. They strayed away from doctors for a very long time because of it.

Her mother had also never asked if she wanted to become a vigilante, but frequently told her she simply had to put her god-given abilities to use. Yeah, if by god-given she meant her now deceased uncle in a lab surrounded by a bunch of maniacs.

“Fine, Y/V/N(vigilante name), you take the East side, I’ll take West. Call if you need me.” Y/M/N held up the watches on her wrist, making Y/N nod. “Okay, mom. I’ll see you later.” Sprinting across the rooftops, Y/N sighed contentedly. She always enjoyed being alone up here, one of the few places she felt wild and free. No pressure, no other people, just her and the bustling sounds of NYC from up high.

Well, not anymore. She caught laughing, similar laughing to what she heard when she followed April to the sewers. April … Y/N shuddered remembering the bad trip she had today. Imagining giant, mutated turtles? She should find the guy she bought those edibles from and beat his ass for lacing them.

As she crept up on the sound, her eyes widened behind the mask. Holy shit.

“Oh fuck, I wasn’t tripping at all.”

[carrots-bear]

Not a Big Nerd

Rottmnt fan-fic By Bear | Started - 3/7/25

Chapter One

Donnie was nearly there! He just had to attach the knob properly, and then he would have successfully made a real life atom miniaturizer!

He and his brothers collectively loved ‘Jupiter Jim: A Big Problem for a Small Hero’ when they were younger, so he knew they would love it. He even designed it after the prop in the original film! Come to think of though, with the knowledge Donnie had on the actor and ‘props’, it was probably a real atom miniaturizer…

Regardless! He had attached the last piece, and it was time for testing. He turned the knob to a miniaturizing setting, and contemplated what to test it on. He supposed something that could be replaced would be optimal. Donnie scanned the room. He couldn’t find anything immediately, so he decided to walk around.

While he was looking at other surfaces, he was not watching his feet; he tripped on a perfectly placed extension cord. Donnie stumbled, but found his footing. However, the sci-fi gun-shaped machine escaped his grasp, flying out of his hands.

It felt like he was experiencing everything in slow motion, yet it was as though it all happened too quickly to comprehend. It was in the air, then it wasn’t. It landed on the ground, and then a chain reaction began, mesmerizing the soft-shell turtle.

When the miniaturizer hit the floor, it also hit an upturned end of a wrench that was leaning on a stack of notes and papers. The wrench flew into the air, and hit what could be viewed as an appendage-like extension of Donnie’s lab, making it rotate. The tool spun, knocking over some books, one of which knocked another, smaller ‘arm’, that had a magnet on the end, and made that spin around. The magnet got near a newton’s cradle, bringing one of the marbles back. The two marbles at either end began to click back and forth.

They had been created as back up alarms in case any of his brothers came into his lab without his know-how. No-one could resist newton’s cradle, least Donnie’s brothers.

That being said, it set the alarm off. The alarm, and the clicking, and the spinning, and everything was too much for Donnie. He covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt energy emanating from himself.

It was quiet. He dared to open his eyes.

Everything had ceased its doing. Odd. Everything was glowing purple— his shade of purple. Further, his ninpo’s shade of purple. Donnie looked down at himself and saw that he was glowing as well. Odder indeed. Perhaps ninpo responds to strong emotions now as well, Donnie theorized.

“Better fix this then,” he said to himself. He closed his eyes once more and concentrated. He thought of natural stillness, and how he just wanted nothing more but that. He felt a natural sort of calmness come over his lab, and he opened his eyes again. Everything was still, and not glowing with his Hamato ninpo.

“Good,” he nodded to himself, looking around the room. He glanced down at the ground where the atom miniaturizer lay. Donnie shook his head as he knelt down. “And to think all that chaos started with— Sure it is, Big Guy… Dangit…”

Sometimes he and Raph mixed each other’s words up— even if they were in different rooms, or complete opposite sides of the city— because they had obtained a portion of the hive-mind power when they had each merged with the Kraang.

“Sigh. Well, let’s see if there’s anything that got messed up…” Donnie said as he turned the object around. He got to the right side. “Nuts and bolts!” There were wires hanging out of the side. “Months of hard work put in, and it finally being ready for testing, only for it to break,” Donnie grumbled.

He started walking over to his work bench. He heard a giggling sound, and froze. “Hello?”, Donnie asked, turning around. The sound was coming from the table in the back of his lab, and it was definitely not anyone he knew that was making it. “Come out, heathen! Or face the wrath of Hamato Donatello. Ninja and genius, certainly no match for you,” Donnie called as he stepped closer.

On the ground in front of the table were screws… Screws that were meant to be in the machine in his hands, come to think of it. “You broke my atom miniaturizer… You deliberately took it apart! Oh-ho-ho, you may think you’re safe behind there, but you aren’t!”, the soft-shell threatened. He examined the wires; they were still connected, so there shouldn’t be any problems with the technology itself. Just the frame.

Donnie strode over to the table, bent over, and picked up the screws. He materialized a screwdriver for a moment, hastily screwing the bits of metal in. The screwdriver vanished at Donnie’s command.

As the purple masked Hamato looked up, a cat-like creature with black-fur, a tail with a pink tuft, and gray leopard print, leapt out at him. It’s eyes were emerald green. It giggled again. He fired the miniaturizer “gun” at it, and it dodged. It laughed harder, as if amused by his endeavors.

Donnie fired at it again, but the recoil didn’t push him back because it was going forward,,, it was because the frame came loose again, and the blast was being aimed at Donnie.

He dropped the machine, and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt as though his body was being crammed into a mold that it shouldn’t fit, and then he felt a pressure all around, like he couldn’t breathe, and then…! It was over.

He opened his eyes, unsure what to expect. But he when he did… well, there was the atom miniaturizer, on the ground in front of the table. And his lab… it was huge! Or rather, Donnie was small…

The cat emerged from behind the table, cackling. There was a sudden whoosh, and before him was not a cat, but a witch!

She had no hat, but her elf-y ears gave it away. She didn’t have colorful skin, however, but appeared to have black skin, as Donnie’s best friend did. She had lighter-colored magenta hair, and her black hair was growing out. She had green-blue heterochromia. She had a black— as in the color— patch on each ear-tip.

The girl continued to cackle as she picked up the miniaturizer. “Oo, Bella will love this new toy,” she said with a slight New York accent, examining Donnie’s technological miracle with a wondering eye. She glanced at the table. It had one thing on it: the blueprints for the atom size adjuster. She picked that up as well before storing it in the hammer-pocket. “Well, thank you for the laugh. I’ll be off now. See ya!” She pulled out a bottle and poured the white contents out on her head. A poof! of glittery white smoke, and she was gone.

Donnie sagged as reality sank in. No blueprints. He didn’t think he could materialize the miniaturizer with his ninpo either. He was stuck like this.

Ah, shell.

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Woo! First chapter ✔️

The art featured in this chapter was done by @random-fandom-and-stuff , and it's what inspired this fic!

[catbowserauthor]

What Light Most Desires

Chapter 2

And…Mama-Nardo is here!!

Mikey knew he was dreaming. At least, he was pretty sure he was dreaming. Unfortunately, most reality check tools that people used didn’t apply to their lives. Even something like this…almost no ground or sky, just mist, could easily be the Astral Plane.

It was hot though. So mind numbingly hot. Every step made his feet burn. Burn and smoke and melt…

Melt?

Looking down, Mikey screamed.

Blood poured out of his feet, far more than his body had in him and the blood was on fire. A dark black flame, a color he’d never seen before.

A pain unlike regular burning. A peeling, stabbing, throbbing, pulsing pain. It started in his feet and rippled through every limb. His skin bubbled, stretched, like dried leather.

Falling to his knees, a sobbing cry cut from his throat as the skin split and tore. He could see muscle but where bone should be…lava, liquid fire!

He was burning alive!

“Help me! Help me! Someone—“ His voice cracked, smoke erupted from his beak. He could feel his vocal cords twisting, curling, melting.

Lifting one hand into view, Mikey screeched again, the best noise he could make as the green skin bleached to a terrible red and black then broke. Broke like glass, fell off in chunks. The liquid bones left behind began to ooze into a puddle.

“Help me!” His voice was a wheeze as fear became a living thing. It wrapped his throat, pulled on his lungs…no, no, it was pulling them up. Up, up, they were stealing his lungs!

A cackle, those eyes…those skeleton eyes. The dark black abyss that ate whatever it touched.

And in the distance, he could see…empty shell. An empty, cracked, hollowed shell, with a very familiar patch missing…

“Leo!” He screamed but he no longer had the means to even pull in air.

“Mikey! Mikey! Wake up!”

The voice yanked the younger turtle from his dream, abruptly, harshly as the light shaking finally pierced the spell of sleep.

Mikey’s eyes flew open on the concerned face of his oldest brother. His breathing, not dead, very-much-alive brother.

To his ever loving shame, Mikey sat up with a sob, tossed his arms around his brother and all but crawled into his lap in the same motion. “LEO! Leo! LeoLeoLeoleoleo…”

To his credit, the blue banded turtle took this in stride. Wrapping his arms tight around his littlest brother, he cradled him into his chest, one arm across his shell, the other cocooning his head. And he began to rock back and forth as if Mikey was five years old again.

“Shh. Shh. Shh. I’m here. I’m here. Big Brother’s here.”

“You were. I was…fire and bones and…and…”

“Shh. It’s alright, Mikey. You just had a nightmare. You’re safe. I’m okay. We’re all okay. We’re back home and we’re safe. You’re safe, Raph and Donnie are safe. I’m safe. I promise.”

Mikey was trembling, sweat a permanent sheen over his skin and he shook with each breath he took. Fever chills already had made him a quivering mess but now fear all but made him quake. From his head even down to the tip of his tail. Tucking under Leo’s chin, he tried to calm, digging his fingers into his sibling’s shell and pulling his knees up even higher so he literally fit in his brother’s lap.

Just a dream, just a dream…

But it felt so real.

“Mikey?” The inquiry was soft, non invasive. Leo’s chest rumbled each time he spoke and Mikey clung to the sound. A light churr. The sound that meant strength, protection, love.

“Eh?” Mikey managed. As the adrenaline died down, exhaustion flooded his limbs. But he didn’t want to leave Leo. Not yet. Long as he was here, it meant the dream was just a dream.

Mikey tightened his grip on his brother, giving a very audible swallow.

The oldest turtle gently stroked his brother’s head, giving light pats to his shell with the other hand. “Shh. It’s alright. You wanna tell me about it?”

“Dead. You. Just a shell. And I was…all fire…all burning…” Talking was hard. Like the fire from the dream had been poured down his throat. He wheezed, trying to force the words, “I…”

“Okay, okay, here.” A cup with straw was produced and Leo helped guide Mikey’s beak to it. “Get some water in you. Slow, easy. Yeah, just like that.”

Mikey sipped, leaning against his brother’s chest for support. The heat was intense still but Leo was cool and his presence, more than anything else, made him feel safe.

Leo always had that effect.

When they were little tiny tots, it was Leo who’d call out for the monsters in the dark, “You’re fighting me, not my little brother!”

It was Leo who somehow kept a mental check of everyone’s wellbeing. If he was feeling down, depressed, angry (for as rare it was for him to reveal these emotions willingly, they happened), Leo would greet him at breakfast with, “what’s wrong and please don’t lie to me. You’re terrible at it.”

It was Leo who would corner him, after a mission, Donnie on his heels with med kit at the ready, cross his arms and go, “Hamato Michelangelo, where are you hurt? Tell me so Donnie can fix it.” There was never any arguing with that look.

If it was minor injuries that needed cleaning or just a simple stitch, it was Leo who always came to help. And Leo was the only one who would blow on Mikey’s cuts after the nasty alcohol did its stinging thing—though with a smirk and a “you know the stinging means it’s working, right?”

And Leo had an uncanny ability to just…know things. It went beyond ninja training. Sometimes, Leo knew something even Master Splinter didn’t catch (though they were careful to never call attention to that).

Casey called it a “Mom-sense” once and oh, Raph had played with that until it got old. The glares Leo set him with and the silent treatment Casey got for a week were ones for the record books. Only Raph was still brave enough to use “Mama-Nardo” and even he did so warily.

But it was true. Mikey would be sneaking up on Donnie, perfecting the art of invisibility for the perfect surprise ambush, only for Leo to call out “Mikey, don’t even think about it!” Not even in the same room!

Or if he and Donnie became particularly…enthusiastic in their banter that it turned to wrestling while Leo and their father were trying to meditate. “If I have to come in there, you’re really not gonna like me.”

When Leo had been away in Japan with the Ancient One, they’d received a few letters before everything fell apart with the Foot. Master Splinter had read one once and then laughed whole heartedly before passing it to Mikey, “I believe this one is for you, my son.”

After his usual catch up, asking how everything is and talking about the Ancient One’s training, there was a single section, written with a darker ink: “Mikey, that little rendezvous on your own to the convention center after Father told you no? Yeah, we are talking about that when I get back.”

They had, too. Once their new home was broken in and things were, more or less, normal again, Mikey had gone into his room one night to find Leo waiting with a frown on his face, crossed arms.

“Sit.” He had said and Mikey couldn’t find it in him to argue. Oh, the lecture he got that night…

His brother had talked about honor, the safety of their family, the importance of honesty. About “if one of us falls, we all fall” and how we have to pick our risks wisely. Enough to make Mikey seriously reconsider his actions and whimper a little at the selfishness of them. His oldest brother had a gift to make a trip to a comic con—a comic con!—suddenly feel terrible.

And Leo did it all without yelling but with his patented “I’m-disappointed” tone.

An effective tone.

Honestly, if Leo had told him to go stand in the corner, he’d have probably done it.

His brother had been in another country! How did he do that?

But like Leo always did, he’d hugged him when it was over, told him he was just worried about him and that he knew “you can do better. I know you are better.”

Leo meant safety.

He was safe.

“I was melting. You were…” He paused, swallowed. “You were…dead. Just your shell left. I was calling for you and…no one came.” Mikey trembled a bit, even beyond the fever chills. “I was alone.”

Everyone knew Mikey despised being alone. He was very interdependent, much as might have put up masks otherwise.

“Well, that is frightening but we know that’s not true, now is it?” Gently rubbing his brother’s shell, Leo said, “You’re okay. And I’m right here.”

Mikey nodded, eyes closed, relishing the fact he could feel his big brother’s embrace. Focus on that. On what was real. After last night…that house…it was hard to tell what was and wasn’t reality.

The fever didn’t help.

A cool hand brushed Mikey’s face. “I’m right here, little brother.”

Mikey didn’t shift his position, ironed against Leo’s plastron like a leech, but rather shifted and opened his eyes. He looked up, sight still cloudy with tears and fever, but his brother’s gentle smile was there.

Leo gently brushed the tears from his sibling’s cheeks. “I’m right here, little brother.” Reaching over to the small tray Donnie had placed there not long after Mikey fell asleep, Leo held two pills up. “Can you take these for me? They might help your fever.”

Please help his fever. It’s too high. If we can’t get it down…

A low whimper. Mikey hated medicine in general but more than that, he didn’t know if he could handle anything beyond water. His stomach still felt like it was coated in oil. “Can take it. Dunno if it’ll…stay down.”

Leo shrugged. “If it doesn’t, we’ll clean you up and try something else. But we need to give it a shot.”

Reluctantly, extremely so, Mikey pried open his beak and his brother’s gentle smile tossed in the two pills before providing more water. Mikey took in as much as he could, hoping it might trick his stomach into believing no medication had entered. Once he drained as much as he could (still considerably less than he should have) his cheek went back against his sibling’s chest.

Setting the glass down, Leo offered praise. “Good boy. I know you feel terrible, Mikey but you’re doing good. Think you can go back to sleep now?”

“…can you sing?”

Stiffening, Leo blinked. “Huh?”

A bit embarrassed, Mikey repeated, “Ca-can you sing? Please?”

Leo used to sing a lot as a child. Anything they heard, anything their father sang to them. Any stories, he gave them a rhythm. It was a favorite pastime. For both Leo singing and his brothers listening.

Then puberty hit like a train. Of all of them, Leo’s voice cracked the most and the longest. They’d all taken digs at him about it, mostly in good fun, but he sang less and less. Even after the mess that were hormones ebbed.

Mikey hadn’t asked Leo to sing in years.

But after a moment to gather himself, the oldest brother adjusted his grip on his sibling and resumed the rocking he had done before. Slowly, back and forth.

And he sang.