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drowninghell · 1 month

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I needed this today Thankyou for the tag @thelaundrybitch

Hi!! If your requests are open, can I please ask for just like??? Cuddling with Raph? I need to hug the big guy and just snuggle 🥹 thank you

Hello Nonnie! Thank you for requesting!

bayverse Raph x GN reader SFW (i mean its cuddling in bed though so if someone sees it over your shoulder they're gonna get ideas)

I write the turtles 23-24

“This is the worst idea you’ve ever talked me into.” Raph told you gruffly as he watched you put around his room, adding pillows and blankets to his bed and fluffing the cushions to create a sloped incline up the side wedged against the wall.

You didn’t take his grumbling to heart, after all, he was still here. Arms crossed, yes, and brow furrowed, but you could easily see the little kernel of interest, of hope, that kept his feet rooted to the spot.

“C’mon, Raphie, just climb in. I promise, this is going to work.” You told him again, shuffling up to sit on the mattress on your knees to pat the space next to the slope of pillows. “Your shell will be supported, and you get to be the big spoon.” You tacked on the final comment with a little lilt in your voice, an uptick that had his cheeks turning a muddled shade of blush over the comment.

Raph scrubbed a hand over his arm in embarrassment, shifting back and forth in a little unconscious sooth. He eyed the pillows before finally sighing and slowly crawling up his bed from the bottom, holding your gaze the whole time.

You patted a pillow helpfully, beaming at him when he paused before carefully twisting, setting his shell against the pillows and resting the comfort before relaxing.

“Now what?” He asked, the fingers of one hand finding the crease of your knee where the limb tucked back on itself, smoothing a thumb over the ticklish skin.

You hummed at him, not answering. When you flopped down on the bed next to him he belted out a grunt of surprise, tensing up while you wiggled in place and your shoulders knocked against his plastron.

“Hands, hands, Big Red, give me your hands.” You made grabby hands at him until his own much larger palms slipped into yours above your head, and you led one to wrap around your waist before giving it a quick squeeze so he’d know to keep it there. The other you rolled up on an elbow to maneuver it underneath your shoulder, guiding the dip of his elbow to the space underneath your ribs so you could lay across the swell of muscle.

“It’ll fall asleep like that.” Raph half halfheartedly protested behind you.

You turned your head just enough so he’d see your raised brow, your tone questioning even though you already knew the answer, “Do you want to move?”

“No.” The word was instantaneous, accompanied by a tight squeeze as his arms reeled you in like he was afraid you’d disappear at a moment’s notice.

When the movement and the press of his plastron against your spine brought out a soft gasp from your lips, he froze, his touch becoming looser, softer, more exploratory. His palms squeezed the soft flesh of your hips, your stomach, seeming entranced by the lack of keratin, the soft rolls and gentle swell of muscle open and inviting against his skin.

You let him explore, let him get used to the feeling of having you in his arms. It was nice, peaceful even, in the quiet of his room tucked up against his front. He was cool to the touch, and you wondered if that meant you felt like a furnace to him, if that was another marked difference he had to contend with.

You worried, for a fleeting moment, if this was going to be too much for him, but the way he curled into you, the way his arms tightened protectively, gave that thought enough room to flutter away on a quiet sigh that you bit off reflexively, not wanting to break the quiet.

The only noticeable sounds that escaped him were when his breathing would stutter or he’d inhale too quickly, a small shiver racking his arms like he was holding something back.

You managed to pull one of those deep inhales from him when your leg nudged his own and your calf slid underneath his knee, a silent little prompt for him to pull you closer, to drape his thigh over your hip. A low sound escaped him, sounding almost like a clicking purr before he choked it off and his hands tightened where he was gripping you.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, smoothing away the little wince of pain you weren’t able to hide at the sensation. His touch stilled though, when you lifted your hands and threaded your palms over the back of his fingers, holding him closer, inviting him to keep holding you.

“Naw, It’s ok, Raph.” You told him, snuggling back into him and hearing that clicking purr once more for half a heartbeat. “I think I’m gonna take a nap though, if that’s alright with you.”

“Uh… yeah.” His agreement was soft, hesitant, as if he couldn’t believe this was happening. You felt the pillow underneath your head tilt a little as he scooted closer, his breath warm on the nape of your neck as he got comfortable.

You had the distinct impression he was breathing in your scent before you drifted off, safe in the confines of his arms and listening to the steady swell of his lungs underneath the plastron kissing your spine.

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drowninghell · 1 month

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Did you miss my commission list this year? Please check out my Warm-Up pieces: http://www.freddieart.com/Original-Art-WarmUps.htm

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drowninghell · 2 months

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Turtle Chat Shenanigans

If Mikey was in charge of screen names for the new turtle chat group...

SmartAss: ok new chat SmartAss: Nice name choice Cheese: Thanks bro! RedRum: . RedRum: the fuck Cheese: it's Murder backwards SmartAss: lawl Fart: it's accurate Fart: Michelangelo. Why is my name fart. Cheese: you know. Silent but deadly. SmartAss: HAHAHAHAHAHA RedRum: LMAOOOOOO

~tags~

@leosgirl82 @leoandraphssoulmate @scholastic-dragon @justalotoffanfiction @replicasey @eveandtheturtles @drowninghell @meowph-132 @iheartchv @xanadu-702 @fluffytriceratops @fyreball66 @happymoonangel @miss-andromeda @wynndigogh

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drowninghell · 2 months

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Hello My Turtle Doves 😍💜

I've had a sudden increase in followers (I'm so flattered y'all 😭😘), so I'm going to take this opportunity to remind you that

This is an 18+ blog 🔞

Every new follower I gain, I check out your blog!

This is for SAFETY reasons! - for you, me, as well as all my mutuals!

If I find out you are under 18

I WILL BLOCK YOU

I also like to check into those of you that go through bingeing and liking/reblogging all my work (praise y'all again! 😭😘🙌🏻)

If you are under 18 and you are interacting with my blog

I WILL BLOCK YOU

I don't like to be a big meanie doing this. It is for SAFETY. You are a child and have no right sifting through and reading adult content. You'll have the rest of your life to engage in the naughty stuff - after you hit 18.

So please

For the love of all that is good

If you are under 18

STAY OFF MY BLOG

(lovingly)

You can come back when you're old enough.

Please take this seriously.

This is your only warning.

Tagging the fam

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drowninghell · 2 months

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Hi! Do you think you can write something for Donatello? Maybe the reader wakes up and he's in bed for once and its very soft

Serenity | Donatello

hi! of course i can! you didn't specify what version of donnie you wanted so i went with bayverse because i'm kind of on a roll with that iteration atm so... also there is a severe lack of bayverse donnie gifs

warnings: nothing really. suggestive? subtle morse code that isn't explicitly mentioned... which isn't a warning unless you consider morse code scandalous? everyone is 18+!!! also there's like no proofreading so reading is always at your own risk but if you ever notice any, please do point out any spelling/grammar etc. errors!

summary: you wake up before donnie who's actually in bed (it's a miracle)

word count: 859

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The first thing you hear is the distant whirring of technology. You don’t bother to open your eyes as you shift your hips ever so slightly to seek a more comfortable position now that you’re slowly gaining consciousness. Pausing your lethargic movements, you become keenly aware of the heavy and solid weight curled around you that most definitely hadn’t been there when you first fell asleep. You breathe in deep. A musty scent of oil and sweat and something you’re sure isn’t pleasant hits you. It’s so him that you don’t even wrinkle your nose. Instead, you reach out a hand and find his skin.

You can feel him breathing like this. It’s slow and steady and your heart feels like bursting. You press closer and your lips smile against the swell of his arm. A few soft kisses won’t wake him, you decide, pressing them gently over his scales. He doesn’t stir as you link your fingers with his. His arm is heavy with muscle, but you manage to lift the dead weight to your mouth, breathing the softest of kisses all over the flesh. It’s so different and so much bigger than your own but your hands fit together perfectly. You open your eyes, only a little blearily, and you imagine the silliest heart emojis that replace them as you stare in quiet reverence.

He’s so perfect it hurts. He’s snoring quietly, more of a whistle really, and his mouth is open with his glasses askew. He looks so cosy and dorky and unbelievably Donnie that you have to stifle a lovesick giggle. He looks both serene and tired at the same time and you can’t believe he actually came to bed of his own volition. Getting him to bed is a Herculean effort at the best of times, for him to sleep – in an actual bed – without your nagging insistence and underhand tricks is nothing short of a miracle. He’s still wearing his suspenders too and you think, a little wryly, that perhaps he was more tired than even he realised.

Your hand cups his face and you rub your thumb over his jaw, in awe at the man beneath your palm and feeling a little silly over how emotional you're being. His face twitches and you pause your ministrations, holding your breath. You don’t want to wake him; he must’ve been exhausted and you’re not sure how long he’s been asleep beside you. He continues to sleep, and you breathe again, this time pressing your lips to his neck.

I love you, you mouth against his skin. I love you so much. He must feel it, whether he feels you physically or as deep in his being as you feel him, because he churrs softly and it makes your eyes burn. God, you’re so in love. You’ve been in love with him for so long you can’t remember what it felt like before he came into your life. You’re not really sure what’s coming over you this morning (is it morning? It’s not like you can see the sunrise like this) but as your lips tremble you find that you don’t mind. Donnie deserves to be loved like this, wholly and reverently, and you vow, not for the first time and certainly not for the last, to love him like this forever.

You’re not sure how long you stay like that. The position isn’t the most comfortable and you can feel the pain in your neck that runs along your spine, but you can’t bring yourself to move. You want this moment to last as long as it possibly can and you’re thankful that the Lair is peaceful for once. There are no noises to indicate any of the others are up and you hope it stays that way, just for a while longer.

Your wish is almost immediately denied as you hear a crash and brazen laughter that can only belong to Mikey (followed, of course, by an annoyed bellow that can only belong to Raph) and you can’t help the quiet snort even as the turtle beside you is disturbed from his slumber.

Donnie shifts and his snout is buried in your neck as he inhales, and you’re only given a few seconds to mourn the loss of his sleeping state (he really needs to sleep more) before he kisses your fluttering pulse, and you sigh in pleasure. His hand – the one you’re not keeping hostage still – grips your bare thigh and you push yourself closer as his teeth graze the sensitive skin along the column of your throat. He doesn’t speak, choosing instead to tap a message along your skin as his hands caress upwards. I love you too.

You smile so wide it hurts your jaw. “You’re such a nerd,” you whisper, your voice thick and huskier than usual. He just brings his teeth together again, leaving little teasing bites, and taps your inner thigh once more. You shudder slightly and acquiesce his request, spreading your legs further for him and letting him rub higher and higher.

The two of you stay in bed until the afternoon.

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drowninghell · 2 months

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The legends asks are open folks!!! So excited aghhhhh ❤️❤️

Asks open

Alright Turtle Doves

I'll make it official instead of hiding in the tags 😅

I've opened my asks! - and anonymous is turned on (for now - if I get anything mean or super inappropriate I'ma turn them back off)

Please choose between 1 and 3 prompts from

HERE

And don't forget to add your turtle of choice (Basilio and J are both absolutely available for this shin dig, if you're interested)

I can't promise I will get to everything, and I'm not sure how long they will be - they might get end up just small drabbles, but I'm gonna take a stabby stab😬🫶🏼

This is open to everyone (18+) not just the people I'm tagging 💖

~tags~

@leosgirl82 @leoandraphssoulmate @scholastic-dragon @eveandtheturtles @replicasey @miss-andromeda @justalotoffanfiction @meowph-132 @drowninghell @raphslovemuffin80 @yorshie @tmnt-tychou

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drowninghell · 4 months

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Fulfilling Wishes

Hello Turtle Doves 😘

My insomnia would like to gift you some self-indulgent turtle-men comfort 💙❤️💜🧡🐢

Warning: mentions anxiety, and hints at depression.

NSFW ish? I guess? mostly fluff.

This is my first time attempting Gender Neutral, I apologize for any mistakes.

This was also my first attempt at a Reader x "Your choice of turtle" insert.

Please enjoy my bravery 😂😘🥰

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Reblogs only, please!

Fulfilling Wishes

It was cold, and the rain pelted down on your bedroom window so loudly that you were unable to sleep.

You missed him.

And it was ridiculous because you had just seen him less than four hours ago while having dinner with him and his family.

Your family. They had taken you in and accepted you immediately after meeting them all. They had all been your saving grace. But he had been your real hero.

You had met him accidentally when you got lost down a dark back alley, trying to navigate your way home from a new job. Your phone had died, leaving you without the GPS, and an anxiety attack was on the rise.

No friends. No family. No one to worry about where you were and whether or not you made it home safely.

He seemingly popped up from nowhere as you gasped for the air that refused to stay in your lungs long enough for you to calm down.

After talking to you for a few minutes and asking you some interesting questions, you realized that you were breathing normally again, which made you smile at him.

He smiled back and asked if he could help you get home, which you were incredibly grateful for, and took him up on the offer before he could even finish his question.

You sighed as you lay there reminiscing and worrying about your vigilante friend and his brothers out in the horrendous weather.

The longer you thought about all of them, the more you secretly wished he was there with you - all cuddled-up safe and watching a movie, like the two of you always did during the horrible weather. Or after a long shitty day. He was your safety blanket. Always there for you when you needed him.

And he was literally like a blanket. All warm and cuddly. You loved when he had those powerful arms wrapped around you, squeezed up against his chest. The way his steady breathing created the illusion of calming waves as his strong heartbeat erased your anxiety and stress from the long, awful day.

And he had a way with you. When no one else could cheer you up or calm you down, it was always him who knew the right words to say. He knew exactly what you needed emotionally, and he never failed to deliver it in abundance.

You yearned for his gentle touch and to hear his low voice whispering in your ear. You loved the way he would trace his finger down your arm… Or make little designs in the palm of your hand whenever you sat together.

It was always so… Platonic.

And you wished it wasn't.

Because you loved him.

As more than just a friend…

He filled the void in your heart that had almost consumed you all those years ago when you had lost your way - more than down a dark alley.

Even though you wished it wasn't, you knew it was that whole best friend thing.

The way he knew you better than anyone else ever could. The way he took time to truly understand you. The way he was so deliberate in the attention and affection he showered you with…

You heard the unmistakable sound of the living room window opening and closing.

His window.

You lifted and turned your head just in time to see the beautiful green of his skin in the glow of your white fairy lights that outlined the ceiling in your room.

"You're awake," he whispered, stripping his gear, and himself, right down to his boxer briefs.

He grabbed your bath towel from the hook on your closet door and dried himself off real quick.

Meanwhile, you were having an internal scream fest at the fact that this sexy-ass turtle-man was getting ready to climb into your bed… With you… In nothing but his underwear.

"Is it ok?" He asked, frozen in place and looking down at you with concern.

"Of course," you told him, trying to sound casual.

As you faced the wall, laying on your side, you felt as the bed dipped behind you, and his warm body pressed against yours; those big arms of his slowly snaking their way around your middle and squeezing you closer to him.

"Thank you," you whispered, more to the Gods who had listened and answered your prayers, than to him.

"For what?" He practically purred in your ear.

"For being you," you told him, not knowing what else to say without making it weird.

He was quiet, but you could feel his unasked question floating around in the air.

"For always being there for me," you continued, "for everything you do…" you paused, contemplating your next statement.

"For fulfilling my needs…" you whispered.

You felt him squeezing you tighter, his snout nuzzling your neck behind your ear, as he took a deep breath in.

You felt his breath on your ear as he asked you the golden question…

"Do I fulfill all of your needs?"

Time had stopped momentarily as hope surged through your entire being.

"Almost," you whispered.

His lips ghosted their way across the shell of your ear.

"What am I not fulfilling?" His voice was low and husky, "Because I want to fulfill all of your needs," he breathed out.

You turned your head to look at him, but your eyes didn't make it past his lips.

There it was, the delicious feeling you'd been dying for, as he brushed his lips against yours. But he pulled back too soon.

You slipped your hand up behind his neck and pulled his lips to yours, eliciting a moan from him.

In one swift move, he had rolled you onto your back and caged you underneath him with his arms, kissing you as fervidly as you were kissing him.

After he'd regained control of his emotions, he broke the kiss and smiled down at you.

"I think I'm in love with you," you blurted out.

His eyes got wide, but his smile got wider.

"I think I have been for a long time…" He told you.

"Really?" You squeaked, shocked by his confession.

"You couldn't tell? I've been trying to make moves on you since the day you smiled at me in that dark alley," He admitted, right before he began kissing you again and continuing to love you for the rest of the night.

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drowninghell · 4 months

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@thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82

Watch pt 2

Part 1

Uh ohhhhhh

Words: 1653

Warnings: NSFW 18+ only

Tags: @lovelyladylavie @auggiemty @serpentinefairy @miranexx @drowninghell @monsterroonio

He is a tidal wave.

Moving and moving, sweeping along anything that may get too close.

His hands found your waist without faltering for another second. His fingers twitched as he struggled to keep his grip loose. He wanted to touch you, he’s dreamed of touching you. Now that you’re standing before him with nearly as much need as him he’s worried he’ll do it wrong. That he’ll hurt you.

That he’ll scare you away.

You pressed yourself against him, tracing the pathways of his scales as his breath quickened. You felt the skin of his arms, his shoulders, tracing the border of his plastron. He pressed his lips to your neck as you explored him, the evidence of his want hardening against your stomach.

You moved to meet his gaze. Your face was only inches from his, and you felt any sense leave your brain as you closed the distance. He was stunned for a moment before you felt his arms wrap further around you. Strong hands splaying out on your back, desperate to have you as close to him as he could manage.

He broke away from you only to kiss your neck again, madly inhaling the scent of your skin before releasing a low groan. A grumble coming from his chest followed soon after, your heart raced at the intensity.

You thought back to how he had touched himself just moments ago. The image of him stroking himself slowly, twisting his fist as the head that will now forever be imprinted on your mind. You mimicked him as you wrapped your hand around his cock. He let out a strangled gasp, and you realized how sensitive he must be.

His eyes shut for a moment before returning to meet yours. Deep pools of malachite lit with the fervid flames of his lust. There was something else there that you couldn’t place. He watched you

You figured it would be best to move slowly at first, since he had just cum moments ago. It wasn’t long before you felt his hips buck against you, urging for more friction.

“Needy,”

“You have no idea,” He whispered against your cheek before he kissed you again.

Your hand moved faster, twisting at the tip just as he had done, as his lips traced your shoulder until he was met with the neckline of your shirt.

There was the sound of stretching fabric until you felt your shirt tear completely. You gasped his name as the fabric slipped from your body and you felt him smile against your skin. His hands now roamed along the skin of your back, tracing the shape of your spine, the curve of your hips.

You felt his legs twitch as you began stroking him faster. His restlessness grew with each passing moment of your hands working on him. He wanted more. He has wanted more for so long that it has turned itself into an unforgiving blade wedged into his side.

Touching you, the feeling of you touching him, were the only things that eased it. Even in his frenzied state he was still in awe of you.

So he allowed his hands to roam over your body. He wouldn’t last much longer with your hand working him the way it was, and he didn’t want to cum yet. It would feel too much like a waste.

He felt you gasp again as his hand slid down the front of your leggings, toying with you through the thin fabric of your underwear. Your pace faltered slightly, burying your face into his shoulder as he formed circles over your clit.

“Don’t get shy now,” His lips brushed against your ear as he spoke. “Tell me how it feels.”

Your body felt like it was on fire. Every inch of your skin was set ablaze the moment you arrived. But words slipped away everytime you tried to form them, too focused on his hand between your legs and yours between his. How the two of you moved together like you’d done this hundreds of times already.

His free hand moved to grab your ass, kneading the soft flesh against his palm. “Now.”

Your heart pounded as desire rolled through you like waves. “It’s so good, Raph, please,” You weren’t sure exactly what you were begging for, but just after he pushed your panties out of his way, his finger slipping between your folds to continue his work on you, savoring each whimper and moan that he pulled from you.

Your hand left from between his legs and flew to his shoulder in an attempt to steady yourself. Though he ached from the sudden lack of pressure, he was too caught up in your breathy moans and pleas for him to make you cum for him to care.

You were feeling yourself nearing the edge. Your heart pounded like you were running as you ran your hands down his arms, feeling the thick bands of muscle underneath his skin.

He groaned into your hair. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” His voice almost sounded pained, desperate.

You fell.

Effortlessly, he held you against him as your knees buckled. His endless strength was something that had left you stunned a hundred times over by now.

Your hips ground against his hand as you rode out your orgasm, eyes clenched shut, your fingernails no doubt digging into the back of his neck.

He was breathing as hard as you were as you came down. His lips traced the curve of your neck. His hand slipped from between your legs, fingers covered in you.

He inhaled deeply, tasting it off the tip of his finger. The fire inside you sparked back up.

“Raph,” His name had never sounded more beautiful. “I need you, please.”

He was already helping you slide your pants down, your underwear following soon after. With the fabric in his hand he had the sudden impulse to keep them, just so he could breathe you in whenever he missed this. Though there was a bit of guilt, he dropped them behind him, separate from the rest of your clothes.

You were weightless as he lifted you, bringing you to rest your head on his pillow. He kissed you hungrily, settling on his elbows over top of you. You pressed your knees to his sides, spreading for him as far as you were able in an attempt to make your desperation clear.

He entered you slowly, his other hand holding a firm grip on your thigh. He watched closely as your head fell back and eyes shut as you took all of him in.

He knew now that he would never be able to replicate this. His fist would never be able to make him feel the way your cunt is, his body shuddering as he bottomed out.

He couldn’t think straight, his mind melting from the heat of your velvety core. The churring from his chest had gotten deeper, and already he felt his end drawing near.

You sucked in a breath through your teeth. His hand slid between the two of you to run circles over your clit. Slowly, he felt you begin to relax around him.

He forced himself to go slow. Every inch of him was begging for another release, to cum inside you and claim you as his. His mind was so clouded with the scent of you and the strength of his own urges

He waited until you began lifting your hips to match his thrusts to start moving a bit more freely.

“You’re fuckin’ tight, I’ll make you feel so good.” He felt like he was floating, lost your scent and your whines. “You’re mine.” His body twitched as you tightened around him. “Say it.”

“I’m all yours, Raph.” You tried saying more, and you would have if it didn’t feel so good. Your brain was empty of all thoughts other than his movements. His hands gripped your thighs with enough force you knew it would bruise and didn’t even care.

Part of you wanted it to.

He watched every movement you made, like he was memorizing you as intensely as you were trying to do to him.

His thrusts picked up, falling out of the rhythm he had created.

“So good,” He breathes out almost to himself. “So fuckin’ good”

He moved faster. The change of pace nearly made you see stars as his hand continued toying with your clit.

He watched as your back arched as you met your second release. You held onto him so tightly as your legs shook against his sides. He could feel you pulsing, clouding his vision.

He breathed you in one last time before his head fell back as he spilled inside of you. He lifted your legs up to his shoulders before he could convince himself not to. He held you there for a minute, kissing your ankles and rubbing your legs, whispering praises of how good you felt before he laid beside you.

You pressed yourself against him, clinging to his body. The feeling of your bare skin pressing against him was something he never wanted to part with.

He didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, and he couldn’t force himself to care either. He had your breath against his neck, your arm draped over his stomach.

The moon could fall from the sky at this moment, and the only sorrow he would feel would come from him never again being able to see how the light would fall against your skin.

It hit him harder than it ever had before, the realization of how important you had become to him. He thought back to the days before you had entered their lives, and they all felt incomplete.

You nuzzled your face closer into his neck and immediately, almost instinctively, his arm tightened around you. With a light sigh, he accepted that he was absolutely fucked.

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drowninghell · 4 months

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You are so talented , so well written

Mr Brightside

*bursts through the wall like the Kool-Aid man* MR BRIGHT SIDE BUT IT'S BAYVERSE RAPH PINING ABOUT READER GOING ON WHAT HE THINKS IS A DATE WITH VERN AND IMAGINING WHAT HE THINKS THEY'RE DOING

The angst with a happy ending that I've been taunting @luckycharms1701 @yorshie and @desceros with, complete with a scene inspired directly by @thejudiciousneurotic 's Very Good Raph Art. Muah.

Red. His color. It lights a fire in his blood seeing it on you, one that he fought to douse. After all, you weren't wearing it for Raph - you were wearing it for him.

“Damn, Angelcakes! You clean up good!” Mikey, ever your hype man, poured on the praise as he bounded over to get a better look. The dress you had on complimented all of your curves in just the right ways, and the slit up the side gave a delicious tease of the bare skin of your thighs beneath.

“All that for little old me?” Vern’s voice was sickly-sweet to Raphael's ears. He felt his blood begin to boil in full force, now. The man didn't deserve you on your worst day, much less dressed to the nines.

“I told you it would be worth the wait.” You replied, grinning cheekily.

“Yeah, well. We'll see about that.” Rolling his eyes, Vern moved to shuffle you out the door. “Come on, we're going to be late.”

“Can you be late to your own event?” The teasing tone in your voice only served to fuel the jealous fire burning it's way through Raphael's chest as he watched you leave together. Without him.

Mikey turned his attention back to his burliest brother. “When are you going to say something, man?”

“She's a grown woman, she can do what she wants.” He replied, pointedly ignoring his little brother's intent.

Not one to be deterred, Mikey pressed again. “You know what I mean, man. When are you going to tell her you-”

A low rumble worked it's way out of Raph’s chest. “Mind your own business, numb nuts,” he snapped, feeling altogether too irritable. Instantly, a pang of regret ripped through him despite the jealousy slowly burning him alive. It wasn't Mikey’s fault, after all. They were in the same boat - human enough to want but not quite human enough to have. He turned to leave before he said something that really hurt, deciding to give in to the burning beneath his skin and find some baddies to beat. Mikey’s ‘whatever, man’ fading out behind him as he took off into the sewers to scour the world above.

His footsteps pounded as he ran to the rooftops, trying to outrun his traitorous thoughts. The way your hand would be resting there on Vern’s thigh as he drove you two to the club. Pushing himself, he ran faster. Leaping his way up fire escapes, across rooftops - up, up, up, leaving his thoughts behind him in the darkness of the alleyways and sewers where they belonged.

It didn't matter how far or fast he ran, how high he leapt. It would never be enough, he could never escape his wanting. Never escape that no matter where he went, no matter how fast or how far, he could never escape the fact that it didn't matter how much he wanted because the nature of what he was meant he could never have. Somewhere out there under the bright neon lights, Vern was taking you drinking and dancing - showing you off in your pretty red dress. Doing all of the things he himself could never do with you, never do for you. Of course you would have fallen for Vern instead of him. Of course all of that flirting, all of those signals he was sure he'd been picking up on were all in his head - he had been so caught up in wanting for the first time in his life that he'd let himself get carried away in fantasizing that maybe you had wanted too.

As it turned out, you had been wanting. Just not wanting him.

High pitched screaming had him shaking out of his self-pitying line of thought and leaping into action. Beating down a mugger was exactly what he needed. It didn't even bother him that the woman he rescued had screamed in terror when she saw him. The adrenaline pumping through his veins was drowning out his treacherous thoughts, and he was going to chase that high as far as it would take him. Maybe even far enough away to escape the images of you and Vern that his imagination kept throwing at him. After dealing with the mugger, he continued his search for criminals to work out his pent up frustrations.

For a while, it worked. His mind was clear with a singular purpose. Until, that is, he found himself on the rooftop of the building just across the way from Vern’s favorite club. Through the large glass windows he could see the red of your dress. His red. Truly, the universe must enjoy his suffering. You were standing by yourself, and for a brief moment he fantasized about slipping down there and whisking you away. Imagined what it would feel like to dance with you pressed up against him. Mentally chastised Vern for having the gall to leave you by yourself as if there were anything better in the whole world than being at your side. All too soon and yet somehow not soon enough, Vern reappeared with two drinks in hand. You took the one he offered and smiled brightly at him, and Raphael decided to call it a night. Retreating back into the shadows of the alleys, down into the darkness of the sewers. Down, down, down into the dark. Away from the light, hiding himself and his thoughts away in the night.

At last, in the safety of his room, he allowed himself to succumb to his thoughts. Remembering the way the lights of the club danced along your skin, the way they shone on your dress. He imagined what it would have been like to snatch you away - the rush of stealing you from your date, of having you all to himself looking like that. What it might have felt like to have you pressed up against his plastron, skin sliding on skin as you danced seductively.

Almost like a punishment, the image of you pressed up against Vern like that replaced his fantasy. It was the far more likely scenario. The images came rapid fire after that, and Raphael felt powerless to stop them. Images of you dancing sensually together, Vern’s hands gliding across your body. Maybe your lips had met Vern’s in the way he'd often fantasized about. Dreamed about. The kiss would be far too gratuitous - it was Vern, after all - but you wouldn't mind. You'd prefer Vern, even though he didn't deserve you. Even though no one could. Maybe he would whisper something sweet in your ear, and you would have had just enough alcohol for it to work. It was getting late by now, and Raphael found himself unable to stop imagining you going home with Vern. Imagining his lips on yours, on your skin. Exploring. He'd have to be taking your pretty dress off by now, abandoning the last semblance of Raphael from your mind as you stepped out of the fine fabric and into Vern’s bedroom - fully leaving him behind.

Frowning, he stared at the ceiling. Raphael knew what he was - had always known what he was - and he knew that he was never made for a happy ending. He wasn't the knight in shining armor, the Prince charming, the guy who gets the girl. So why was this bothering him so much now? He had always been content enough with his lot in life, how had he found himself wanting so deeply? Thinking back at every little interaction with you that had led him here, every moment that had had him thinking that maybe - just maybe- you had wanted too. Had wanted him. Your soft fingers gently stroking his skin when you'd sit beside him. The way you always sat beside him. How you always came to greet him first, and your eyes seemed to light up when they found him. All the nights spent talking for hours, just the two of you. That one night you had ended up lying on top of him on the couch and he had been absolutely certain that you were about to kiss him until Mikey interrupted.

Maybe you had just been lonely. Looking to pass the time.

It sickened him to think it. The only thing worse was thinking that all that time you had been wanting too - just not wanting him. It killed him, thinking about you wanting Vern instead. Thinking about all of the ways in which you must be wanting him right now, must be having him. All of the ways he himself could never have you.

He laid in bed, staring at the ceiling as his imagination subjected him nonstop to images of all the things the two of you must be getting up to by now if Vern had any sense. So caught up in the images of Vern’s mouth on yours, he didn't hear your approach.

“Thinking about me?” Your teasing, nearly flirty voice called out to him almost like a dream. Startled, he looked to where he heard your voice in his doorway only to find you there like a vision from heaven - draped across his doorframe in that red dress, the slit up the side splitting to reveal a truly sensual amount of skin up your raised thigh. The smile on your face felt downright sinful.

It came out harsher than he intended, still caught up in the image of Vern’s lips on your skin. “Why are you here?” His voice sounded almost foreign to him for all the venom it carried in it.

If you noticed, your face didn't give it away. Instead, you simply shrugged and smiled softly at him. “Where else would I be?” One step past the threshold, inside his bedroom. Two. Approaching him.

“Where's Vern?”

“Probably back at his place? He left with… Ashley, I think it was?” Your nonchalant shrug at the thought made Raphael prickle.

A low, dangerous sound rolled out of his chest like thunder across the plains. “He what?”

You raised a quizzical brow at him. “He… went home with a woman?”

A jealous sort of fury lapped at the back of his tongue. “He left. With another woman?” There was no disguising it now - Raphael was well and truly angry. The thought of any man having you right there, right where he wanted so badly to have you, and passing you over for some other woman had him seeing red in more ways than one.

Your eyes narrowed at him in confusion. “Yes? Why are you so upset?”

Somehow, the fact that you weren't upset was even worse. Raphael’s fists clenched at the thought that being passed over, being walked out on like this was so commonplace to you. That you were nonchalant about the whole affair made him want to hurt every man who'd ever known you.

What he really wanted to do was show you why. Show you what you deserved, what you could have if you wanted him. Show you the ravenous way he wanted you. Show you how it overpowered him, sometimes - the all-consuming want he had for you.

Before he even knew what was happening, his hands grabbed your waist to spin you around - pinning you to his bed with your wrists above your head in one hand as the other gripped your waist as if his life depended on it. “This is why,” he breathed, before his lips came crashing into yours like a wave, washing away all thoughts except those of him. It was intense, the way he kissed you - as if he were attempting to pour every ounce of jealous anger, of passion, of wanting that he held for you into it. Maybe he was. Gentle teeth scraped at your lower lip as his lips slid deliciously against your own, begging you to open for him. Begging you to want him, even just for tonight. His tongue traced the curve of your lip like a prayer before you parted them ever so slightly, just the smallest invitation. It was all he needed. Tongue surging hungrily into your mouth, he felt just a little as if he might be dying. As if he had already died and this might be heaven. As if he had died and this would be his torture in hell - always wanting, never quite actually having. This one, singular moment, over and over again for the rest of time. Teeth nipping at your delicious lips, tongue twirling around your own, hands tracing the line of your hip, the pulse in your wrist.

He used to think that if one kiss with you was all he'd ever get, that he would be satisfied with just one kiss. Now he understood how foolish he'd been. He could never stop wanting. Never stop wanting more. Never stop wanting you.

As abruptly as he'd began, he broke away from the kiss. Moved away from you. Or, rather, he tried to. The moment your wrists were freed your hands had moved to grab at the edge of his plastron, effectively keeping him in place. The small look of realization on your face caught him off guard.

“I'm his wingman.” The statement came out breathy, heavy with something Raphael couldn't quite recognize on you.

Still a little stunned from his own audacity, Raph only furrowed his brow in confusion. “What?”

“I’m Vern’s wingman,” you reiterated, that unplaced tone still lacing your voice. “Do you really think I'd wear your color on a date with someone else?” And oh, Raphael realized. He knew exactly what that tone was. He was intimately familiar with it. How had he missed it?

Wanting.

You were wanting.

Were you … wanting him?

Seeing his stunned silence, you continued explaining. “Vernon has no game. He has … the man has anti rizz. He couldn't pick a woman who was interested in him to save his own life. I think he's terminally attracted to women who could not care less about his very existence. Sometimes he takes me out drinking and I help him pick out a girl who's actually into him. In exchange, I get an excuse to dress up in your color and hope to god that you notice.”

“What?” He managed to hiss out, voice sharper than it should have been. Of course he'd noticed you. All this time you'd been dressing up in his color, he'd definitely noticed. How have you never noticed? How had he never realized?

The look in your eyes could have burned him alive. You were like a god giving him life here and now, and he wanted more than anything to get on his knees and pray to you. Only the sound of your soft voice - so soft for him - broke him out of his reverie. “You're the only one I want to take me home, Raph.”

Softly, sweetly, you raised your head just enough to press your lips against his in a kiss so affectionate he thought he must have died because this was definitely what heaven felt like.

He felt like he couldn't breathe when you parted from the kiss, like he'd never be able to breathe again if he wasn't kissing you. “You have no idea how much I've been wanting to take you home.” His lips brushed against yours as he spoke, his voice nearly aching with want. “How much I've been wanting to bring you home and make you mine.” Lips seeking yours, sealing over them in a positively searing kiss. Reveling in the feel of your hands on his skin, palms sliding up, up, up from his plastron to his neck and finally to cup his face with delicate affection before wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him in closer.

So what if he technically hadn't brought you home? You had come home, to him, anyway - and that was all that mattered.

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Count down

Turtles first new year Count Down with their significant other

I hope everyone has great celebrations and gets what they want from 2024 😊❤️

Mikey

- he was buzzing.

- Buzzing being an understatement.

- it was his first time starting the new year with someone.

- He seen it in the movies and couldn’t believe it was happening to him.

- Everyone gathered in the lair, the boys taking a well deserved night off fighting crime.

- Donatello did a bit of fiddling with the tv and bam, the count down was happening right infront of him.

- Everyone was merry with drink, including the tangerine turtle.

- He was so overwhelmed, so excited.

- When the time came to do the count down he took both of your hands in his , following along with the numbers, the excitement that radiated from those baby blues made your heart sore, his dimples on full display.

- As the count down came to one you were in his arms in a flurry of motion, taking you by the waist and hoisting you off your feet, lips connecting. He smiled into the kiss, it was short and chaste. Perfect.

- When he broke away he still refused to place you down, he was beaming.

- Looking up at you with such hope, radiating the purest of energy.

- “Here’s to twenty twenty four!”

- He would spin you until you’re dizzy, the two of you laughing along the way.

Donatello

- this was probably the only night you knew you would get Donnie’s pure undivided attention.

- He was happy to do it.

- Unlike Mikey he was a lot more low-key in his happiness .

- He never showed how absolutely ecstatic he was.

- The whole night, never straying far from your side.

- Currently set on the sofa with you nuzzled cosily into his side, an arm draped over the back of the couch.

- You just engaged in easy conversation, like you always did, you and Donnie could talk till the cows came home.

- As the count down began the purple terrapin wasted no time in pulling you into his lap.

- Usually not a fan of pda but tonight, he couldn’t care less.

- You counted down and as you did he kissed the crown of your head, a shit eating smile never once leaving his face.

- He was practically giddy, a hand resting on your knee as he joined in on the count down.

- It was you that kissed him, taking him aback.

- He just sunk into it , hands cradling you , one remaining on your thigh , the other cupping your cheek. His thumb delicately brushing against your cheek. It was soft, it was easy. Just like breathing.

- When he broke the kiss he was breathless and greatful. So happy.

- He began his assault as he peppered kisses across your faces, drunk on the sound of your laughter.

Leonardo

- unlike the rest, Leonardo was happy in a more solemn way.

- He felt so so blessed.

- Looking around at his friends, his family. He had everything he needed right here.

- Then you walked into his life and showed him true , unapologetic love and loyalty.

- The only thing snapping him from his stare was you, gently tugging at his arm.

- Turning to look at you, an easy smile broke onto his features, staring down at you with such adoration.

- You were counting down , urging him to count along with you, he rolled his eyes with a sarcastic flare before breaking into a low chuckle.

- He began to count.

- The closer the numbers got to one, the closer he got to you.

- Hands sliding along your hips.

- Pulling you flush against him.

- Four

- His grip possessive, his shadow engulfing you.

- Three

- The rest of the room melted away, it was just the two of you.

- Two

- The smile slowly slipped off his face, being replaced with an unreadable expression. Something more serious. Eyes lidded.

- One

- His spine curved around your figure, his hulking form accommodating leaning down to you. ocean blue eyes watching those beautiful features of yours with such a care. Love .

- His lips captured yours in a possessive, hungry kiss. His hands holding firm on your hips as yours slid around his neck. Only parting from you when you were both gasping for breath.

- His forehead resting against yours, eyes still closed as he just savoured the closeness with you.

- “ happy new year my darling.”

Raphael

- the whole day Raph pretended like this wasn’t a big deal.

- It was just the end of the month, he didn’t understand why everyone was so bent out of shape about the new year.

- It had made you relatively upset, you were excited to be bringing in the new year with the man you had fallen in love with.

- ten minutes out from the count down you were surprised when your darling dearest bumped you with his shoulder, then nodded to the exit.

- You opened your mouth to protest but instead he just took a hold of your shoulders and manoeuvred you out of the lair before someone noticed.

- “ shhh you are gonna’ blow my surprise” he scoffed, affronted.

- Without another word he had put his tooth pick between his teeth then had whisked you off your feet all in the same breath.

- Surprisingly , you found yourself above ground , atop a large building.

- “ Raph we are Gonna miss the count down”

- “ we ain’t missing nothin’ “ he put his tooth pick back in his pocket before pointing to his phone, a timer counting down.

- At your confused expression he rolled his eyes.

- In true Raph fashion he spun you around , “ trust me, this is tha’ best seat in the house.” After pointing what direction to look ,his large form loomed behind your back, pulling you snugly into his plastron, arms caging around you.

- the size difference never being more apparent.

- The warmth radiating from him chased away the December chill, encouraging you to nuzzle your back further into the security of his hold.

- He pulled his phone out for both of you to see.

- Three

- Two

- One

- With an almighty bang the sky exploded into an explosion of colour , fizzling and popping , the dark winter sky alight with fireworks.

- Raph must have planned the best spot to see the spectacle from.

- Taking your hand he spun you around in a dance like manner, quick and disorientating.

- Your palms stopping you as they splayed across his chest.

- You could feel the vibrations as a roguish laugh reverberated through him.

- Taking your chin in his fingers, tilting your head back he kissed you.

- It was a world falling off its axis level kiss.

- One to make your head spin, he was greedy as he gathered you into his arms, his hands on either side of your face, gently brushing your hair back as he deepened the kiss.

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The Key to Christmas

Turtle Doves,

It's that time of year!!!

Time to go out and get your stocking stuffers-

Or in this case, get your stocking stuffed 😂 🔥

However, I'm gonna need some huge effing stockings because I lack the proper restraint to write something snack sized 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

So... No promises that I'll get everyone stuffed. 😂

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Reblogs only, please!

The Key to Christmas

How in the world had you found yourself in this predicament?

It was Christmas eve, and Leonardo had come over to help you set up your Christmas tree last minute - since you had been so busy with work lately.

Instead, he was setting your legs up.

Over his shoulders.

"Oh God, Leo…" you breathed out as his tongue found its way to your glistening heat.

You were only supposed to be friends.

To much of your internal horror, you had gradually begun to notice your blossoming feelings over the past year. Leo was sweet, kind, and unbelievably patient. He had a boyish charm about him, and his serenity did wonders for your anxious mind. Admittedly, it was becoming harder and harder to hide them with each flirty smirk he tossed in your direction and every soft-spoken conversation you shared.

And try as you may, having continually stuffed those unruly feelings deep down, you had finally broken… Tonight.

It had started with some harmless flirting and playful banter. And some really terrible puns.

The pair of you had lost the clip that held the tree stand together, and you SWORE Leonardo had put it in his pocket at some point.

He argued with you until you yanked him by a belt loop and shoved your hand in his front pocket, accidentally grazing his big banana.

A sultry smile crept across his face as you feigned ignorance while deliberately skimming him again as you pulled the clip out.

"Well, lick me and call me a candy cane," he cooed, searching your flushed face as he grabbed the clip.

Shit.

You had been caught.

Attempting to save face, you rolled your eyes and turned away from him, mumbling, "I'll lick you like a candy cane," and thinking it was soft enough that he wouldn't hear you.

But boy, were you wrong.

His hands were on your waist, and he had spun you to face him, "Not if I lick you first," he husked, pushing you back toward your living room furniture.

Now here you were, practically pinned in your living room armchair. The blue-clad turtle had one hand under your hip bone while his other hand gently rubbed your opposite thigh from knee to hip, up and then down again, very leisurely.

With his tongue buried in your folds.

"Mmmm," he moaned as if you were the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. Quick flicks followed by slow laps had you panting and squeezing him between your thighs.

The man was an absolute god with that tongue of his.

You reached between your legs to caress the side of his head, pressing yourself closer in an attempt to assist in your pleasure.

He stopped the moment you moved, and his eyes met yours. With a quick quirk of one brow ridge, he moved his hands to your hips, effectively trapping you in place.

Leo was now in complete control of your pleasure.

He leaned forward again, and after a few exquisite laps, he wrapped his lips around your pearl.

Then he took things from zero to one hundred.

Maddening, gentle suction and feather-light grazes using just the tip of his tongue had you praising him through profanities. The leader had thrown you into orbit within seconds.

He pulled back with a smug grin on his face, licking your essence from his lips.

"That didn't take much… Did it," he purred, winking as he stood to unbuckle his pants.

You blushed at his implications. But that was nothing compared to the full body flush you felt when you saw his excitement for you.

"Homygod," you gasped as he freed himself.

He stepped out of his trousers and bent down to help you pull off your top.

After running his huge, calloused hands from your knees and up your thighs, he scooped them under your ass, picking you up in one fluid motion.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he strode towards the bedroom.

"Kiss me," he commanded in a gentle tone.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach with the look he gave you upon voicing those words. You leaned your body closer as you cupped his face with your hands and sealed your lips to his.

Good lord, his lips were so soft, his kisses desperate and possessive.

He laid you on the bed, breaking the kiss only to trail down to the junction of your neck and shoulder to mark you as his.

You gasped at the pleasurable pain he induced as he switched between leaving love marks and biting the supple flesh of your chest, one hand pinching and tugging a hardened bud while the other was busy between your thighs.

His lips made their way back to your ear, teasingly whispering about how good he was making you feel and asking if you wanted more.

“Yes…” you hissed, giving him the consent he needed. His large finger breached your entrance, massaging the sensitive tissue inside your walls, causing a new rush of excitement.

“Good girl,” he purred as he slid his finger out, using his slickened hand to coat himself with a few good strokes.

He moved, standing between your legs, and dragged his tip up and down your outer petals before easing himself in.

S l o w l y.

He kept his gaze transfixed on your expression as he slid in. His jaw clenched as he exhaled hard yet controlled, an intense look on his face. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head for a moment, right as he hilted. A shudder of relief wracked your body as you locked your eyes back on him, catching him with a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.

Then he started moving.

Painstakingly slow.

Out… In…

Out……. In……

Out…………. In…………

Out…………………..

In……………………..

His long, drawn-out glides felt incredible with his size, but you needed more.

Much, much more.

“Leo, please,” you begged him.

But instead of giving you more, he stopped.

Keeping himself snug inside you, his thumb returned to working your pearl as he stared down at you with a naughty, knowing grin.

Circle… Circle… Glide.

He was relentless, even as you squirmed and rasped. Finally, you grabbed the sheet on either side of your hips and took your pleasure into your own hands.

He tsked and put his opposite hand on your lower belly, halting your actions as you tried to move up and down his shaft. Praises, pleas, profanities… you were an absolute moaning, writhing mess as he brought you right to peak again.

He pulled his hands away before you could finish, though.

You shot him an exasperated look and gave him a good internal squeeze, pulling a frustrated grunt from him.

“Oh?” He chided, a brow ridge quirked, a stern look on his attractive features.

“Oh,” You sassed him, returning the same expression.

His grip tightened on your hips as he looked you dead in the eyes and said, “Better hold on tight, Love.”

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄

You were sitting at the dinner table in the lair with the brothers and their father after finally getting the tree up.

And after taking a quick shower.

“You give it to her?” Raph asked Leo, causing everyone to stop eating and look at the pair of you.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you looked up at Leo, eyes bulging from their sockets.

Leo looked down at you and smirked, “I gave it to her alright. Right before we set up the tree,” he said.

“Well? What’dya think?” Raph asked with a sly grin, everyone else smiling mischievously along with him.

You floundered for a few moments before Leo decided to save you, “Oh, she hasn’t opened it yet. She’s waiting until Christmas morning,” he told them.

They all pouted at this new information but went on eating their meals with lively chatter and, thankfully, without any further questions.

Once dinner was cleaned up and put away, everyone exchanged small gifts, and A Year Without A Santa Claus was watched, courtesy of Don.

“Merry Christmas” was exchanged amongst hugs and cheek kisses as you bid the mutant family goodbye and thanked them for an amazing evening.

Leo slipped his hand in yours as he walked you through the underground tunnels and then back to your apartment, laughing as you scolded him for the suggestive comment and nearly giving you a heart attack.

He crawled into your living room window after helping you in from the fire escape as you inquired about his brother’s questions at dinner.

Leo smiled at you tenderly and turned you around toward your lit tree as he helped you remove your jacket.

Sitting under your little tree was a small green box with a silver ribbon tied around it.

You looked back at him, eyes wide.

“It’s 12:32… It’s technically already Christmas morning,” he whispered as he glanced at the clock on your wall and then back at you.

You smiled and sprung for the small box, plopping yourself down on the couch and patting the seat beside you so he'd join.

You opened the box to find a stone turtle necklace. The turtle's body was black, and its shell was a pretty blue.

You took the paper out that was sitting under the turtle and read Leo's handwriting:

Black Onyx for protection and strength

Blue Lace Agate for peace, love, and happiness.

You looked up at him as he was reaching down to tuck some of your hair behind your ear.

"It's been a long time coming," he confessed. "I've had feelings for you for over a year now. I've tried so hard to remain your friend while you were busy stealing my heart. And… I can't do it anymore. We can't be friends. I give up," he told you, tears in his eyes.

He took the stone turtle from you and popped the shell open. Beneath, the shell held a tiny key that was secured inside with little metal prongs. He carefully handed the turtle and key back to you, his hands trembling as he let out a shaky breath.

"When we were kids, my dad gave us each a key to keep safe. He told us those were the keys to our hearts. When one of us hurt one of the others, we were forced to give them our key. We had to earn trust and love from them before we could get it back," he shared.

"You have earned my trust and my love. The key to my heart is yours," he said softly.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you clicked the turtle closed and threw your arms around his neck.

"I love you too," you whispered in his ear as his arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly against him. "And I have for a long time," you confessed.

You felt him let out a sigh of relief.

"So I'm not just a candy cane you want to lick?" He asked, pulling back and looking down at you with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Leo, I'm gonna be licking that candy cane all year round, for a looong time," you declared with a smirk.

"And as I recall, I still owe you a sample," he reminded you with a promising wink.

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drowninghell · 4 months

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Hey! If your asks are still open, I would love some Donatello fluff! Something like the reader is stressed working on a work project and he is actually the one to pull them away and give them relaxing cuddles? Please and Thank you very much. :)

Donnie with stressed reader

Some Donatello fluff

Sorry it’s taken me so long to write this 😭

- out of all the brothers, Donatello is probably the most emotionally intelligent, with Leonardo being a close second.

- He’s well read and can understand what’s happening to a person by whatever traits they are showing.

- So he’s the first to know that you are stressed.

- One of Donatello and your love languages is spending time together while doing your own things.

- For example you would read in his lab while he worked.

- Today was no different, but instead of kicking back with a good book, you were up to your eye balls in work.

- Co-ordinating people via email, deadlines that had to be met on time.

- It was becoming overwhelming.

- Your head hurt from concentrating, you felt seriously irate as you typed.

- Donnie noticed, like he always did.

- For a moment he spun around in his chair and watched.

- He watched the tension rippling across your face, your form rigid.

- He seen himself in you , when he got way too wrapped up in the next best thing.

- That was enough.

- Making his way over to you he gently lifted the laptop from your lap, you look up , shocked, not even noticing that your boyfriend had made an entrance into your own little bubble.

- You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off.

- “ a break won’t hurt.”

- Rolling your eyes yet unable to hide the smile that reached your lips. That was it.

- Taking a seat next to you he gathered you up into his arms, so that your back was against his plastron, his big arms caging around you , his chin resting atop your head.

- “ kettle black.” Was your response as you feigned annoyance for being diverted from your task.

- It was his turn to laugh, pulling you in tighter. Unbothered by your witty response.

- “ well, don’t you do the same for me?”

- You just hummed in response.

- The rest of the day was spent with your darling boyfriend helping you finish your work load. Helping you delicate tasks and asking for deadline extensions from unreasonable asks.

- When it was all done the relief you felt was enough reward for him. It was nice to repay all the help that you offer him on a daily basis.

- The rest of the day he kept you all to himself.

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Hi, can you do a fic were Bayverse Raph and his girlfriend get into a huge fight and he hurts her saying that he doesn't love her anymore and his girlfriend feels very hurt and when she leaves the Lair and cross the street, she suffers an accident and Raph saw it, when he saw her on the floor with a lot of wounds and glass over her face, he realized of what he said and done and Raph begs for forgiveness?❤️

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Raphael x fem reader

Contains arguing, violence, minors dni

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Hi lovley! I must have missed this request! I apologise it’s taken so long!! I made a few changes I hope you don’t mind!! Let me know what you think!

This was vicious, a turbulent onslaught of heated words and raised voices. Mostly coming from the turtle clad in red. The deep timbre of his voice rippling with harsh accusations. He was seething, shoulders rising and falling ,pacing back and forth before her , coiled up like a spring ready to pounce. She sat on his weight bench, trying to remain calm. To listen to him, to not take it personal when he threw those very personal attacks her way.

He was trying to communicate how he was feeling , he was irate. She would voice later that he would never insult her as just had, now however she wanted to hear what he had to say. Swallowing down the hurt she listened.

“ Raphael , all I asked is that if you are pissed with me, please tell me why.” Again she brought the topic up which had somewhat spiralled into , ‘ I am you aren’t listening ’

She knew getting into this that Raphael was insecure, he didn’t see all those jaw dropping traits that she seen in him. The second he had a small waver of his self worth he began to retract into himself, take himself out of the picture with a cold shoulder. until she coaxed him back ,helped him understand that he was so ,so worth it.

She assumed today would be no different, however, as their disagreement went on and his barbs got sharper she found herself getting on to her feet and biting back, which only furthered his anger. Until the point that they were toe to toe, chest to chest. His eyes swirling with an anger that hers matched.

“ how the fuck can you say that! You claim to love me! “ she bit back.

“ I don’t love you! “ was his loud response, lips pursed. It was a knee jerk response , he didn’t mean it and he knew he didn’t the minute he said it. He had dug himself into this hole and this thran temper was keeping him from digging himself back out.

He seen the shock splay across her face. Watched the realisation slowly spread and those pinched together features slowly falling to one of hurt, to shock. It was then his pride flew out the window and his eyes widened, his strong form crumpling as he stammered to apologise, to make this right. Awkward in his way of being. The tears had pooled in the corner of her eyes, yet not a tear fell as she spun on her heel, refusing to listen to another word.

Roughly pulling the sliding door and side stepping the orange clad turtle that nearly fell before her.

“ dudeee…” Mikey said to the baffled Raphael , just as much worry spread across his face. She stormed past him, not bothering with any of her usual niceties. She didn’t have the energy. “ shut up.” Raph was quick to quip.

After taking a minute, he was hot on her tail, he couldn’t lose her, he wanted to take it all back. No amount of pride was worth losing her. This was the first big blow out in their established relationship.

Before he could catch up she was already on the surface, making advantageous strides towards the public eye , to douse herself in the city street lights, away from his reach. He had to make this right, now. Watching as she walked out into the sea of people.

“Y/n” he called to her.

She stopped, something in his voice, the desperation, the need compelled her too. She turned on her heel , her eyes meeting his smouldering hazel.

His heart stoped in his chest as he witnessed her puffy eyes, her expression twisted in conflict.

He watched her form become illuminated with a harsh yellowing light. He heard the screech of tyres , the yell of commotion. Falling forward on instinct, his three digit finger gripping the red brick as he tried to stop himself from blowing his brothers secret, from emerging from the solace of the dark alleyway and running to her. To send people running and screaming in fear, all to get to her.

She had moved just in time to avoid serious harm, getting caught in the side with enough impact to at-least break a rib. Taking the poor cab drivers wing mirror out with her, the glass shattering all around, catching in her hair. A deep enough cut atop the bone of her cheek, a stream of red trickling down her face.

She coughed and spluttered from the impact, inhaling sharp breaths greedily. being helped to her feet and giving the cab driver her information to repair any damages. Strongly refusing an ambulance , she was on her way, a hand sliding around her ribs for extra support as she tried to ignore the stabbing in her side.

Raphael wasn’t in the spot she last saw him, that was enough for her. Slowly she limped on, trying to ignore her absolute mortification of the whole scenario.

The next alley way she passed a strong hand gently reached out and pulled her into the solace of darkness. She winced at the contact, hissing a sharp breath between teeth. It was Raphael. He recoiled like he was burned. Not touching her if she didn’t want to be touched.

Shame was evident all over his face, brows furrowing deeper as he watched the blood stream from that Knick on her cheek, it would defiantly scar. It didn’t go unnoticed how she clutched her side also. She just stared at him, as if waiting for him to get on with it. To end it.

“ please, I-ah-I didn mean it. You have to know that, I’m , im so sorry.” His voice was low, so, so hurt, his hand hovering above her cheek, above the blood trickling down yet not having the courage to touch her.

She knitted her brows together , confusion evident . “ don’t talk, just- I’m taking you to get looked at.” There was no discussion, no room for debate. Upon seeing her unable to talk, he went ahead and scooped her into his arms as delicately as he could, handling her like the most delicate of glass. Wincing when her breathing laboured from the pain.

He wouldn’t hear any of it, regardless how livid, how frustrated she was. He brought her to Donnie and refused to leave her be until she was treated. Standing in the corner of the room like a wraith , ignoring the scowl she would throw his way as he watched Donnie work. It was concluded by the bruises blossoming across her side that she had indeed broken rib, after listening to her chest and ruling out a collapsed lung he bandaged her up, swiftly making his exit , feeling the tension rippling between the two.

Raphael approached first, plucking the courage to make his way to her ,she wouldn’t look at him. He waited for her to speak first.

“ why did you say it.” She whispered,still refusing to meet his gaze.

“ because I’m an idiot , I was angry, I know it’s no excuse, I felt cornered I just-“ finally looking to meet his gaze, she watched the guilt eat away at him. His brow bone knitted in frustration as he attempted to articulate how he was feeling. “ I understand if this is it for ya’ , Jesus, I’ll be surprised if I ever see ya again after this” he paused, letting those words resonate with himself, knowing that because of his actions, he has potentially lost her forever.

“ I need ya to know I would take it all back in a heart beat if a could, I didn’t mean one word of it.” He was absolute. She sighed , scratching her brow in thought.

“ you’ve gotta work on talking to me.”

She said finally after a moment of stewing, it was his turn to look shocked. His shoulders slumped in relief , his head rocking forward to connect with hers. She couldn’t help how her lips coiled up at the corner. “ I’m warning you Raph! No more stone walling me, if you want to be with me trust that I want to be with you.” She was firm , he nodded against her. His massive form looming over as he stared down at her. Eyes soft as he listened. He was greedy for that touch from her, for he thought he wound never feel it again. Moving to be standing between her legs. Head still never moving from leaning against hers.

Enveloped in his shadow she glanced up to meet his eyes. That’s all it took. Gently, his thumb hooked below her chin and tilted her head up further, his other two finger slowly sliding along her neck until his palm delicately hit the base of her throat. His touch so gentle.

His expression unreadable to her but to him, he just had to look at her, to look at her and realise that he couldn’t fuck up again. She could have been seriously hurt or worse today, because of him. It’s something he would have to make up for ,for the rest of his life.

“ Raph.. “ she whispered , concern evident as she leaned further into his touch. God was he lucky to get another chance with her.

Wordlessly he leaned forward , lips capturing hers in a world stopping kiss. He kissed her with as much hunger and passion, as much feeling as he could muster.

Because this, this was it for him.

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