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Game On - Rise!Future!Donnie X GN!Reader
All 4-1 Challenge Fanfiction
Prompt: Reader continually uses TERRIBLE pick up lines on your choice of turtle, trying to drop the hint.
(I may been VERY lenient with the prompt, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless)
Warnings: Lots of Swearing
This is based in future timeline, several years after start of Kraang Invasion.
Saw some entries for this and got invested so I wanted to whip something up real quick for it lol.
ALSO WARNING! My fic is SFW and so anyone can read but a lot of the other fics in this contest are not, so just wanted to give peeps a heads up if they look at other entries, which you should if you are of age because they are rad, but warning has been given.
Challenge Hosted by: @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @nittleboo @tmnt-tychou and @post-apocalyptic-daydream
Also stole puns from here: https://thedarkestroast.com/coffee-puns/#Jokes_About_Drinking_Coffee
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Game On
Clutching tightly to the mug in your hand, your steps echoed in the corridor. It had only been your second day in the NYC safe haven and some lady named Cassandra had already found you a job on base.
And of course, even in the apocalypse, you were still working as a barista.
But at least this way you could be helpful and show your gratitude. If the recon team hadn’t found you hiding in that decrepit Stock & Shop when they did…
Well... You didn’t want to think about what could have been.
As you reached the end of the cave’s offshoot, you found a large metal door built into the natural structure of the tunnel. With a perplexed look, you gazed at the panel towards the right of the entrance and pressed the ‘call’ button.
“What.” A voice curtly snapped.
“Is this uh… Derek? Your brother Mikey said to bring you some coffee.” You told the panel.
“Ah.” The voice spoke back, “And did this brother of mine tell you to play into the role of barista by perpetuating the stereotype that those who handle coffee somehow lose their ability to correctly recall a name? If this is his poor attempt to simulate normalcy when I’m already stressed out, you can inform him I’m not amused.”
Fuck... You groaned in your mind, ecstatic to be making such great first impressions.
“Did you at least get my order right? Or is that part of your performance as well?” The voice continued.
“It’s just a double espresso. It’s kind of hard to fuck that up” You commented.
“Well at least you’re not entirely inept.” The voice groaned, “Bring it to my desk.”
As you harshly cursed at yourself, you could hear the whirls of an engine. To your left, the metal door slid open, showcasing a large cavern filled with machines and wires.
Slowly stepping into the space, your eyes tried their best to take everything in. Machines flickered and buzzed all around you, while monitors stretched across the walls. The large screens lined out routes of the kraang activity and the recon teams. As you walked deeper into the room, you could hear the clattering of a keyboard.
Following the noise, you could see one of the turtles sitting at a desk with several monitors. Numerous windows were scattered across the screens as he fervently typed away.
“Here’s your double espresso.” You flatly commented.
“Doppio, you mean?” The turtle corrected without looking away from his screen.
You rolled your eyes, “I’m surprised you actually know what it’s called.”
“I, unlike many residing in these halls, have class.” The turtle commented, “Besides, I’m the reason we even have an espresso machine.”
You let out a soft chuckle as you turned to head out of the room. However the turtle spoke up again, stopping you in your tracks.
“Has anyone walked you through how to use your communicator yet?” The turtle asked, his nose still buried in the monitors.
Turning back with a confused look you nodded, “Yeah, I got the rundown.”
“Good. I’m adding your device to a pager. Do whatever your typical duties are unless you receive a ping from me. The kitchen should already know this, but prioritize my orders. If I pass out when I’m supposed to be monitoring missions that will not end well.”
“Is that… uh… healthy?” You inquired.
“No, but what other choice do we have?” The turtle flatly stated as he seemed to read through something on his screen.
“Touche.” You shrugged your shoulders.
You went to take another step towards the exit, but then stopped once more.
“Oh guess I should apologize about the name mix up. What um. What is it actually?”
“It’s Donatello, or maybe I should have you simply refer to me as Donnie or even D. Since that may be easier for your poor mind to remember.” Donnie mocked with a devious tone in his voice.
Two can play this game. You thought.
With a snicker you commented back, “Ah Dennis? Cool. I can remember that.”
You could hear the turtle groan as he turned his chair around to glare at you. He seemed like he was going to chew you out until he saw the grin plastered across your face.
“Oh... You were kidding.” Donnie said, as he roughly rubbed his forehead, “Just go and let me get back to my work.”
“Sure thing, Daniel.” You called back as you made your way out of the room.
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Over the next several weeks, the purple turtle seemed to slowly warm up to you. Your quick order drop off with whatever name you chose to call him that day, eventually turned into longer chats. You’d stick around for a bit, asking him how his work was going or to share gossip you’d heard from around the settlement.
One particular morning, you walked with a pep in your step. The prior night's recon team returned with a bunch of fancy coffee grounds from a nearby Whole Foods. You couldn’t help but bask in the smells emanating from Donnie’s mug.
Typing your code into the panel of the lab door, the metal whooshed opened and you swiftly headed to Donnie’s desk.
“Morning Deiphobus. Got a batch of fancy new grounds this morning and I have a feeling you’ll really like them.” You smirked.
“I’m sorry, Deiphobus?” Donnie asked as he turned to you with a grin on his face, “What is this 1250 BCE?”
“I’m running out of names!” You exclaimed, “It’s not my fault you drink like 4 coffees a day. Besides, how is that any worse than Donatello?”
“Donatello is a classic.” The turtle said, puffing out his chest as he turned back to his monitor, “Besides, where did you even find that name?”
“Some Shakespeare book.”
“Someone’s getting desperate.”
“I’m sorry it's not like we still have google and I can look up one of those stupid 3 billion baby name lists.”
“Oh if anything I commend your research.” Donnie snickered, “I’m just surprised you can actually read Shakespeare. I thought baristas were notorious for their illiteracy.”
“You’re awful.”
“Or maybe you’re just jealous you’re not as witty as myself.”
“If anything you’re jealous! I’m hella whitty.” You quickly defended.
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh it’s Game On, asshat.” You laughed, “Just wait, next time you see me you won’t know what hit you.”
A few hours passed when you heard your pager ping again. With a smirk, you whipped up his doppio and proudly made your way over to the lab.
As you reached his desk, you loudly cleared your throat. The noise caused the turtle to turn his chair and meet your gaze.
“Yes?” He asked.
“I, as I’m sure you’re well aware, am incredibly witty.” You said as you held the mug close to your chest.
“Uh-huh.”
“And someone as witty as myself, knows when a schtick has to end. So here is my new proposal.”
Donnie gave you a look of disbelief as he waited.
“Hello there, Donnie.” You began.
“Ah, my actual name. How witty. He said sarcastically.”
“Shush. That’s not it. Let me finish.” You flailed.
The purple turtle rolled his eyes as he leaned his elbow on his desk and propped up his chin.
“I just wanted to say… I made this cup of coffee, espresso-ly for you.”
The purple turtle stared at you, his eyes going wide.
"No." He said.
"Yes." You smirked.
“Oh god please no!” Donnie groaned loudly and buried his face in his desk.
Your laughing echoed throughout the room as you nearly spilled his drink. Placing the mug down on the desk, you clutched onto your stomach and tried to stifle your laughter.
“Oh- oh that was too perfect. Leo was so right.” You cackled.
“Of course he’s in on this.” Donnie mumbled into the desk.
“Hey, he's the hero of this story. He’s the one who gave me the book.”
Donnie sat up straight and gave you a perplexed look, “Book?”
“Oh yeah, you know that run to the library last week? Leo found a book of ten thousand puns.”
“T-ten- THOUSAND?” Donnie could barely choke out.
“Yep!” You smirked, “And there’s a whole chapter just dedicated to coffee.”
Donnie groaned as he planted his face back down onto the desk.
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Each pun got progressively worse as you made your way through the list. Occasionally a joke would elicit a slight chuckle from the aloof purple turtle, but the other 90% of the time, he would simply groan or threaten to have you kicked out of base.
However, as the next few days turned into weeks, you began running out of material.
Or well… Material you felt comfortable using.
One section in the coffee chapter was titled Coffee Puns About Love and Romance. Every time you searched for a line to use, you always quickly skipped past that portion of the list.
But, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Selecting the least aggressive pick up line from the options provided, you made your way over to his lab.
As you reached his desk, you placed the mug down on the surface without a word and sighed harshly.
“Ah, has the day come? Have you finally exhausted that grotesque list?” Donnie chuckled as he turned to you.
“No. But we are scraping the bottom of the barrel now.”
“Oh?”
Shaking out your hands and taking another breath you stared at the turtle. Your lips were reluctant, but you were able to form the words.
“You’re brew-ti-ful.”
His eyes went wide and his face blushed a harsh red.
“Oh god.” He groaned, “Please tell me ‘bottom of the barrel’ doesn’t mean the only puns left are awful pick up lines.”
“I mean I could tell you that, but then I’d be lying.”
Donnie groaned as he roughly slapped his own face.
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The pick up lines were much more entertaining than you expected. Seeing how madly he’d blush or stammer at your commentary was adorable, and you proudly played your part. For the days you were feeling extra adventurous, you‘d even pair the line with a wink or by blowing him a kiss.
However, when the list of lines was depleted, you did everything you could to keep the game going. On your offtime, you’d sit for hours, trying to concoct more coffee based pick up lines to try on him. You even found yourself practicing in the mirror to make sure you got the words just right.
And as this next chapter of the game continued on, you soon found yourself perplexed.
You don’t know when or how it happened…
But you started meaning what you said.
To no avail, you kept trying to pinpoint when everything changed. Was it when your generic lines became more personalized? Or was it when your supplemental teasing went from playful winks to gentle fingers tracing the edge of his jaw.
Although you couldn’t find the answer you were looking for, you did know this.
It wasn’t your fault.
If he didn’t have such vibrant reactions, you wouldn’t have become so obsessed with the game.
It still would have been just a game.
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Late one night, your pager beeped at you. As you tapped on the device you groaned.
“He knows it’s 4am right?”
After slowly trudging out of bed, you lethargically made his drink and headed over to the lab.
Rubbing your eyes, you mistyped your code a few times before finally opening the door.
The turtle was hunched over his desk. The taps of the keys sounded slower than usual.
“Dude, you owe me for making me get my ass out of bed.” You yawned.
“Blame Leo.” Donnie groaned, “The idiot winded up setting off a Kraang patrol unit.”
“Everyone, okay?!” You exclaimed.
“Thankfully.” Donnie sighed, “But I lost some of my search drones. Had to play distraction for a while so they could make an escape. Everything seems calm now, but I want to stay up for a bit longer just to make sure they return safely.”
“That’s good to hear.” You sighed, “Well... here’s your drink.”
“Ahh finally run out of lines?” Donnie groggily mocked as he continued to look at the screen.
His snarky attitude woke something up inside of you.
Leaning forward, you gently grasped his chin, turning his face to meet yours. His cheeks burned vibrantly as he stared at you. With a devious gaze, your lips curled up slightly.
“Oh I’m sorry. I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me.” You snickered as your fingers still softly held his chin.
But while you tried to search your mind for the pun you had thought up on the way over, you couldn’t help but continually drop your gaze down to his lips. Silently cursing your tired stupor, you tried to regain focus.
Donnie just sat there, barely breathing, as you continued to filter through your thoughts. He too, struggled to meet your gaze as his eyes continued to fall upon your lips.
However after a few more breathless moments, the line finally returned to your mind. With a slight blush on your cheeks, you smirked as you spoke.
“Words cannot express how much you mean to me.”
Both of you sat there frozen. Your eyes widened as the words left your lips.
“Fuck I said it wrong! Sorry it’s late and-” You began to splutter.
But you were cut off by Donnie’s lips crashing into yours.
Game Over.
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TMNT All 4-1 Challenge: March Entry
@turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch
A/N: This is actually SFW… I swear. Changed the wording a bit for the prompt sentence I picked because I had this idea and it kinda fit but not exactly with the way it was originally. Hope that’s okay. Little late but it's still March ^_^"
The layout for the Bay!Lair doesn’t really work for this but I wanted it to be Bay Mikey so… just pretend the descriptions I used fit?
*While this is SFW, all characters depicted and/or mentioned are 18+*
Pairing: Bay!Mikey x reader (She/Her, "Y/N" used)
Prompt:
“I’m new to all of this. Can you show me where to start?” -> “I’m [still] new to all of this. Can you show me [what to do]?
Words: 716
Raph was heading past Mikey’s room when he overheard the two. The door was closed, but the room was far from sound proof.
“I’m still new to all of this. Can you show me what to do?” he heard Y/N ask. It was late; he didn’t know she had decided to stay the night. She and Mikey had only started dating a few months ago and, even though the boys were all adults, Splinter still had rules for when she slept over. The door being left open was rule number one.
“Of course, babe. We gotta be quiet though,” he heard Mikey say back.
“Okay.” He heard her giggle.
“Get comfortable. I’ll be honest with you… we might go all night.” Raph’s brow shot up and he blinked. Were they-? No… they couldn’t be. As he stood there blinking at the door he didn’t notice Leo rounding the corner. The blue banded turtle tilted his head at the sight in front of him.
“Wh-?” Raph’s hand was over his mouth before he could finish, ‘what are you doing?’ Leo pushed his hand away but before he could say anything he hear Y/N exclaim in a whisper,
“Jesus, Mike, this thing is huge!” Leo blinked and the two looked at the door. “What am I supposed to do with that?”
“Hey, you got this. I know you can take it, baby. You’ve been practicing, haven’t you?”
“Well yeah but… look at it!” They heard Mikey laugh.
“Just take it slow. No need to rush and end up getting hurt. Like I said, we got all night.”
The best word to describe Leo and Raph’s expressions was “NOPE” and the two quickly headed as far from their youngest brother’s room as they possibly could while staying in the lair.
…
The next morning, Raph was loudly crunching his cereal and Leo had just sat down with a steaming mug when Mikey and Y/N walked into the kitchen both looking slightly sleep deprived but extremely happy.
“Good morning,” Y/N said with a big smile to the two before moving to the fridge.
Raph and Leo glanced at each other. Raph had the excuse of his mouth being full. Leo cleared his throat.
“So uh… you two…” Leo started.
“Uh, us?”
“Finally did it then, eh Mike?” Raph asked. Leo shot him a look.
“Huh?” Mikey blinked before it dawned on him. “Oh! Hehe, yeah. Took most of the night,” he admitted.
“It was so hard and I got so close to finishing so many times,” Y/N said with a slight groan of annoyance. The two blinked at her.
“But she stuck with it like a champ,” Mikey said, patting her on the back.
“Oh come on, you helped,” she said.
“No no,” Mikey held his hands up. “Y/N did all the work, I just sat there and enjoyed the show.” Just then Donnie walked into the room with a mug, heading straight for the coffee machine.
“Morning Don, Mikey and I finally did it!” Y/N exclaimed. Leo and Raph watched to see his reaction and were perplexed when he didn’t even turn away from the counter.
“That’s great,” Donnie said, refilling his mug of coffee - because of course it wasn’t his first and of course he had been up hours before the rest of them.
“We recorded the whole thing if you wanted to watch it,” Y/N said.
“Sounds good,” Donnie said with a thumbs up. “Just send it to me whenever.”
“Okay, I’ll send you the link now,” Y/N said, getting out her phone.
“Link?” Leo asked.
“Mhm, I put it up on YouTube. It already has over 500 views!” Leo and Raph’s jaws dropped.
“Whoa whoa whoa!” Raph exclaimed and the three turned to him. “Hold up a sec… I feel like we’re missin’ something.” He looked at Leo with a brow raised.
“What are you three talking about exactly?” Leo asked slowly.
“The last boss on that game I got Y/N for her birthday. She finally beat it,” Mikey said before tilting his head. “Why… what did you think we were talking about?”
“Nope,” the two said in unison without missing a beat before escaping the room leaving the remaining three to share looks of confusion.
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A/N: Kinda does and doesn't fit the theme... (Raph and Leo thought it did anyway)
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🌷🌻🌷Turtle of choice x F!Reader🌻🌷🌻
Another entry to the March TMNT all 4 1 challenge hosted by: @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 and @post-apocalyptic-daydream
(This piece was actually requested)
🌸Prompt: “Spring has sprung! And like said Spring, I too am sprung!”
Warnings: mating season... need I say more?😂 do not read if you are under 18; this was written by an adult for adults. Everyone depicted is 18+
You are in the turtles' kitchen, cleaning the dishes. You cooked for your turtle beau and his family. It felt nice to make them something instead of ordering pizza all the time. After the meal was finished, you insisted on helping cleaning up. And your boyfriend wanted to help.
However that was just an excuse to get closer to you. Not that he wouldn't not ever help you; he'd never let you do all the work. Since the warm weather had come back to New York, he knew it was that time again. The urge to have you next to him was greater than any other time... as well was another urge.
He walked up behind you and slid his arms around your waist. He placed his chin on your shoulder. "That was delicious, baby. But even though I just ate, I'm still hungry..."
You could hear that teasing tone in his voice. It was the voice that made you shiver with delight, that made your body grow hot and achy. "Oh? Well, what're you hungry for?" you asked back with the same suggestive tone.
"You."
He lightly kissed the side of your neck, moving to the back of your neck, and kissing any exposed skin. He buried his nose in the crook of your shoulder to inhale your scent. His moan was like a purr.
You giggled and reached your hand behind you to hold the back of his head to you. "Spring must be here~" Not that you were complaining. It always felt so good having him kiss you or touch you.
“Spring has sprung! And like said Spring, I too am sprung!”
He pressed himself against your backside. You knew then he wasn't kidding. He was already hard as a rock. You figured thats probably why he moved around in his seat earlier. (He was also giving anyone looks if he thought someone was looking at you the wrong way or even sat close to you at yhe table)
"Well, I shouldn't keep you waiting, then.~"
Last year, he went a little too feral. You forgave him even if you were sore for a while, and it took him a while to actually forgive himself for being so rough with you. He promised to never do that to you again.. unless you wanted him to.
You asked,"Baby, remember last year?"
"Yeah?"
"I was thinking maybe you could do that again."
"Are you sure about that, sweetheart?" His mutant sized hands held your hips. "Because once I start, I'm not stopping." His teeth scraped the nape of your neck, causing you to gasp and shiver.
"Yes, I'm sure. I'm prepared this year."
"Oh really?" his brow ridge raised and he smirked a sexy grin. "Let's find out"
He turned you around, lifted you by the back of your thighs, and sat you on the counter. One of his hands stayed there to squeeze your butt cheek and the other running up and down your whole body. His lips captured yours in a heated kiss that then turned into a tango of tongues.
"Mmmmm, (Leo/Raph/Mikey/Donnie)....~" you moaned. Heat started to bubble in your belly and spread like a wildfire. Your hands splayed over his plastron and slid down his torso. You felt his muscled thighs and buttocks and snuck downward to stroke his erection through his pants. That earned you a growl like churr rumbling in his chest from your turtle man. You would never get over how sexy it was to have someone who looks like a turtle but was all male.
"You want it wild? You're getting there...." he said in a dangerously low breathy voice. He switched places with you, standing against the counter and holding the edges while he told you to get on your knees and pull his cock out. You did so, undoing his pants and then letting his throbbing cock spring free from its confines, while looking up at him. Your tongue touched the tip and teased him.
"God you're so friggin gorgeous, you know that?!"
"So are you~"
You licked him up, down, around to get him wet, and then took what you could of him into your mouth (he was already at the back of your throat). Slowly you bobbed your head down and up his hard length, adding a swirl of your tongue around the head and using your hands to pump him every now and then. Your eyes looked up to see his face: his eyes half lidded with pleasure, his mouth open as he was lost in the ecstasy. His chest moved as everything he was feeling took his breath away. Plus hearing his sharp intakes of breath and his moans was making you hot and wet. It turned you on that you were making him feel so good and making him want you.
After sometime he stopped you from making him blow his load. "Pleaseplease stop, stop, stop! You're gonna make me cum!" You let him go with a pop. Heavy breathing was all that filled the room. For an instant you had forgotten that you were in the kitchen, not the bedroom; you both were so lost in the moment that you forgot about your surroundings.
You smirked and gave one last lick to a sensitive spot. The look he gave you was one of pure lust, and you couldn't help but squirm as desire took hold of your body. His voice shook you to your core.
"Bedroom..." What he was wanting to do to you, he was going to need all the room and privacy he can get.
Upon entering his room, he locked it behind him and was stripped in a second. He basically tore at your clothes to get you completely naked. He kissed you again quickly before going down your body, past the apex of your thighs, then back up to stop between your legs. He could smell your arousal, and it made his own arousal soar high. He grabbed your hips and had you against the wall. Your legs draped over his shoulders, and cupping your cheeks he started eating you out.
You gasped at the first jolt as his tongue licked your hidden bud. When he started sucking your clit your hands held his head, keeping him there. "Yes, baby! Yes!!~" you cried out. He then used his skillful tongue to plunge inside you, brushing against your gspot. Your head thrashed as you tried to not drown in this sinful bliss. Strings of profanity escaped your lips.
He could feel you clenching around his tongue, so he knew you were close. He slid one of his digits inside, brushing along your slick sensitive walls. "Cum, baby. I know it feels so good~ Cum for me."
The orgasm that hit you made you cry out in pleasure that anyone could've heard you. But you didn't care at the moment. He drank your juices as it flowed out of you. Your body shook as you came down from your high. Catching your breath you leaned forward, pressing your breasts into his face, trying to calm your beating heart.
"Good girl" he growled against you. His hard on was twitching like crazy. You did this to him, and he loved every minute of bringing you to heights of pleasure.
Soon you found yourself on your knees, @$$ up in the air, and a pillow underneath your head. He towered behind you and whispered hotly in your ear,"You want me as badly as I want you?" he teased.
"Yes~~~" you whimpered in response.
"Good. You're gonna take every inch of me, aren't you?" he teased agsin as the head of his dripping cock rubbed up and down your slit. Once he slid inside, there wasn't no going back; he was going to pound you into the matress, and fill you so full of his seed, you wasn't going to feel like getting out of bed.
"Yes~~~"
"Hang on." he warned.
You gripped the sheets under you and steadied yourself for what was to come next. But even though you prepared yourself, you still felt the painful burn of him stretching you fully. You hummed a moan in your throat as he pushed deeper.
Above you, you heard him groan in pleasure. Your walls pulsated around him. You felt every vein and ridge of his manhood. It was stimulating. You gave him the okay to start moving, and he pulled back before thrusting forward.
"Oohh!~ god~~"
He held your hips and rocked himself hard and fast into you. He let all control go. The speed took your breath away. You knew you were going to be bruised later, bu it felt too good. Your sensitive walls was becoming overstimulated. You would come undone sooner than you expected.
"B-babe! I'm close!"
He didn't stop slamming his pelvis against your backside as he leaned down to your ear. His hot breath fanned over you. Hot chills spread everywhere, causing goosebumps yo form on your skin. "Tell me, who do you belong to? Who makes you feel this good?"
You screamed out his name over and over as your answer. As you came, he bit your shoulder and continued to thrust so deep in you. The sounds that erupted from you would've made anyone blush.
He slowed then came to a halt to give you a moment to gather yourself. He checked in on you, making sure you was okay. You felt like jelly, but you was okay. He was still hard inside you. You mentally prepared yourself again for a round 3 of an orgasm because you knew by the time he was through, you were going to be screwed brainless with drool on the sides of your mouth and cum dripping out of you and down your thighs.
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All 4 - 1 Challenge
TURTLE DOVES!!!!
GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS!!!
TIME FOR SUMMER FUN!!!!
🌴✈️☀️🏄🏼♀️🏖️JUNE🏖️🏄🏼♀️☀️✈️🌴
Hosted by: @leosgirl82 @turtle-babe83 and yours truly - @thelaundrybitch
Welcome to the TMNT prompt list exercise!
Where we (All 4-1) invite fellow TMNT tumblrina fans to write a fic - long or short - including or about the prompt. We also invite you to draw, paint, or sketch using one or all of the prompts! ✍🏻🎨🖌️
Whatever inspires you!
It can be about any character within the TMNT realm!
And any iteration!
Also! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Absolutely use your OCs in your stories!!!
Make it Fluffy! Make it NSFW! Throw in some Comedy, or drag us through ALL the Angst! There really are no limits! Use one prompt or more! Sky’s the limit!
We thought it would be exciting to see what everyone would come up with! As long as there continues to be enough interaction, we will try to continue this little writing exercise at the beginning of every month!
And so far, the turnout has been incredible! Thank you all for your submissions! You're all amazing!
This month's theme is: Summer Vacation
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“What time zone are you in?”
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Here's my entry for the All 4-1 Challenge
Hosted by: @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @nittleboo @tmnt-tychou and @post-apocalyptic-daydream
Warnings; A little NSFW, a lot more angst than I was expecting, and definitely more fluff. Also an ATLA joke thrown in for @ordin-arily
Reader and Leo are in their mid 20's. Minors DNI!!
Hope you all like this! I chose the prompt; Reader continually uses TERRIBLE pick up lines on your choice of turtle, trying to drop the hint.
Rise Leo x Reader
On a Scale from One to America...
Leon going back to his usual charming self after a Kraang invasion had… taken a while.
He’d still been a quippy little fucker, to be sure. But with every new threat it was as though a little piece of his joy had been chipped away. And just because Kraang had been an actual nightmare, it didn’t stop New York from being a hotspot for criminal activity.
By the time he’d turned 17 the streets were full of rats, all under the control of some nutcase who called himself the Rat King, and he’d been almost 19 when that maniac had finally been put away for good. Then he’d spent the next three years dealing with a now adult Baxter Stockboy (who insisted he be called Stockman but like that was ever going to happen), whose mousers had run him and his brothers out of their lair and had almost killed April in the climax of it all.
They’d had only a two month stint of peace after that, and then, on the cusp of 22, some asshole who called himself New Shredder had decided he had a real vendetta against him and his brothers (get in line bud), and he’d once again nearly died trying to save his family. He’d nearly bled out all over the new lair and Donatello and Raph had disappeared for a week while he was healing- only to return with the grim assurance that New Shredder was no longer an issue (and Leo had refused to ask for details, not with the way Donnies eyes had glinted with malice when he’d opened his mouth to do so).
And now Leo is 24 and….
Fuck… had he ever been funny?
Any coping mechanisms he’d gained in childhood had turned quickly into just cope, and one liners were pushed to the side while in constant pursuit to keep his brothers alive. Make it another day. Keep breathing. Keep going.
It’s not about me.
So when he’d met you, it had been… jarring.
“I swear I know you,” you’d told him, standing near the harbor, the lights of Alberto Land flickering in the distance, and Leo had just raised a brow ridge.
“I’m literally out on the streets everyday saving this city’s ass.”
“No, no,” you dismissed him with a wave, “That isn’t it. We’ve definitely met.”
Before Leo can answer, you snap your fingers.
“Oh! I know! You look just like my next boyfriend.”
Leave it to April to make friends with a comedian.
But his brothers had all snickered, flocking to your easy wit and charm, and Leo had been unable to keep you away from them.
And truth be told, Leo was intrigued.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Leo glares.
“If not I’d be happy to-”
“Stop, no. That’s terrible!”
But you’d laughed and shrugged, throwing your arms around Mikey when he’d lifted you off the ground and twirled you about.
“April,” Leo had told her one night on patrol. “Your friend is broken.”
But April looked a little sad when she smiled at him.
“You sure it’s her?”
And yeah, that stung. Leo used to be like this. He used to be like you. Funny. Outgoing.
Happy.
Part of him hated you for being such a stark reminder of all he’d lost.
One night at Run of the Mill, you’d bounded up to him and with all the subtlety of a rock through a window had said, “I forgot my library card!”
“This is a pizza pla-”
“Now I can’t check you out!”
“I’ll fucking murder you.”
But he’d been unable to hide the little smile. When you’d looked victorious, he’d drown the look in a pitcher of beer, face pinched in a tight frown.
With the passing of his 25th birthday, Leo is finding the quiet on the villain front… concerning. He knew that it wasn’t a matter of if the next threat would come, but when it would show itself.
But the lull continued, and in it there was suddenly an abundance of free time. Free time where Mikey cooked nonstop and Donnie invented and Raph took up knitting. Free time where his brothers dragged him to bars and clubs and theme parks. Free time where he was forced to partake in comic cons and wrestling matches and art galleries.
Free time that felt wrong. Where was the next threat? Where was the next villain- if not on the distant horizon?
And through all this free time, all these leisure activities, there you were, like a cold he couldn’t shake. Plaguing his life with unwavering joy that always seemed like a spotlight on what he used to be.
“Pretty sure I’m getting a parking ticket,” you tell him one night in the lair, and when he doesn’t respond, just looks at you with a bored expression, you add, “because you’re so fine.”
Leo snorts. “That was awful.”
“Did it work?”
“It did not.”
Maybe it had worked a little, he decides later, fist tugging over his cock in the silence of his room, the whine of your name escaping his lips.
“You’ve gotta stop bringing her around,” he tells April, looking out at the living room where you sprawl over the couch, bare feet trying to pinch Donatello’s thigh while he growls at you to knock it off.
“Why? She loves you guys!”
Leon’s eyes narrow. “She’s gonna get hurt.”
“How?!” April had exclaimed. “Nothing’s going on!”
If possible, Leo’s frown deepens.
“Now why would you jinx us like that?”
“Leo,” April says with a sigh. “Even if another big bad shows up… she's an adult. She gets to choose if she wants to be in the line of that danger.”
That had done nothing to help Leo’s worry. It was incessant. Nagging. Something was going to happen. Something was bound to happen. They were Mutant Ninja Turtles. They lived a life that was not at all reflected of the peace they seemed to indulge in now.
But the peace stretched.
“Hey Leo, I heard you have a bone to pick with me,” you asked one night, the glow of a movie lighting up the hall from the living room to the kitchen, where you’d found him.
“If this is a pick up line…”
“Oooooohhhh, you’re right! That would have worked! Okay wait!” You flatten your hair and smooth out your smile.
“Hey Leo,” you say again, voice dropping to a sultry tone, cocking your hip. “I heard you have a bone for me.”
Leo shakes his head. “That is actually terrible.”
“No, no, you’re supposed to say; I don’t! Why would you think that? And then I’ll say; Oh then what’s that in your pants?”
It’s the moment he finally breaks.
Leo laughs.
“I hate you,” he says with a smile, and you smile back.
“Look at that, you look so nice when you smile.”
Something that feels like melancholy tugs at his heart.
“Yeah… Yeah, I’ll have to try it more often.”
And he does.
“You guys are from Tennessee, right?”
Leo shakes his head and presses his lips together.
“No.”
“Cause you’re the only TEN I SEE… Get it? Ten I see, Tennessee?”
“I got it,” Leo says, and he grins.
And he does smile more when you’re around. And he laughs, and he feels a little more at ease, a little less worried.
And his brothers notice.
“Look at you, Leon! I don’t think I’ve heard you laugh like that since we were kids!”
Leave it to Mikey to point it out.
“I laugh!” Leo insists.
Mikey gives what Leo feels is a very placating nod.
“Yeah, sure. Don’t worry bro, I think she likes you too.”
Leo hates that his baby brother hadn’t even needed to say your name to get his point across. He has to wonder, after that, how much his brothers encourage you, because your pick up lines get progressively more risque.
“Nice pants Leon! Think I can talk you out of them?”
“You look like you’re feeling down, want me to feel you up?”
Halloween makes its appearance, and in line to a horror movie you turn to him and ask, “Are you a haunted house?”
Leo squints at you. “Am I a haunted house? Where is this going?”
“Cause I’d scream if you were in me.”
Leo turns nearly as red as the stripes over his eyes.
“Too far?” you ask, also blushing.
“Keep it up,” he chokes out. “Keep on playing games and you’ll find out.”
“I don’t play games,” you tell him, both of you ignoring the way Raphael titters into his fist- clearly having heard the exchange. “I quit school cause of recess.”
“Oof, that’s rough buddy.”
He’s seeing your face a lot more when he jacks off though, and that is probably not a good thing. It’s there every time he closes his eyes and grips his cock, your name falling from his lips over and over like a chant or a prayer.
Then it’s a cold and snowy winter, and you’ve apparently had time to find more material to use on him.
“Had a doctor's appointment,” you tell him conversationally, flopping next to him on the couch, and he might be fooled if your lips weren’t already twitching.
“Yeah? You need a lobotomy?”
“Nah, Vitamin D deficiency. Think you can help?”
“... Vitamin D…?”
You just look at him, waiting, and finally it clicks.
“Ah. Vitamin D, got it.”
“D like dick,” you clarify.
“It’s less funny if you have to explain it.”
“But it is still funny, right?”
“Mmmhmm, you’re a regular Jimmy Fallon.”
“You take that the fuck back!”
You’re hitting him on the arm, pressing fingers into his skin and making him laugh, and by the time his brothers join you in the living room he’s got you pinned on the couch, tickling your sides and telling you to say uncle.
“Did we interrupt something?” Donnie asks with a smirk.
Leo shoots away from you, yelping “No!” at the same time you say “Yes!”
Leo takes a lot of hot showers that winter.
Spring comes, and it finally happens.
He’s supposed to stop by your apartment and portal you to the comic con, thereby avoiding all the pesky New York traffic from Brooklyn to Midtown.
“Hold on,” you call from your bathroom. “Can’t decide on which Jupiter Jim shirt.”
“Yeah, no rush!”
He looks around, snooping in your fridge for a bottled water and chuckling when he sees you’ve hung up the photo booth pictures from last summer on your fridge. The two of you looked… happy. Leo looked happy. And you looked at him like he was the sun. Like he wasn’t broken or damaged.
You looked at him like you were in love.
From behind him, he hears you clear your throat, and with a glance over his shoulder he sees you standing with hands on hips and a smile.
Something in Leo’s chest tightens. You’re so carefree. You’re so beautiful. You're his age, and you’d never had to worry about keeping your family safe. You didn’t have crows feet and a brow-chasm etched into your face from years of constant worry. Where Leo had spent the last handful of years bulking up so he’s be a veritable tank of a turtle, you were soft, pliant in all the places he was not
And yet…
“Are you thirsty?”
Here you were, about to use some awful, ridiculous pick up line on him.
On him.
“I’m broken.”
He just says it, because he needs you to understand.
Your smile falters a bit, lips tilting into a frown.
“Uh… what?”
“I’m broken. I don’t… I don’t know what you want from me.”
And maybe that had been the issue all along.
There is quiet that surrounds the two of you.
“I don’t think you’re broken.” You say.
You fiddle with the belt loops of your jeans, then add, “You know that we have met, right? Before all this?”
Leo can only shake his head.
“When… when Baxter sent out all those Mousers. You got a few of them off me, grabbed me up, and said- From one to America, how free are you tonight.”
Leo can’t help but make a face.
“Stop. I did not.”
You give him a warbling little laugh.
“Yeah, you did. And… even though it was a stupid little joke… I dunno. I wasn’t afraid anymore.”
You’re just looking at him, and Leo wishes he could remember what you’ve recalled. He’d have been 20, maybe a little younger or a little older, and that tracked. Life had yet to wear him down fully at that point. Of course he’d saved some young, pretty girl, and made some dumb joke before portaling off to play hero.
“So when we met again… and you didn’t look happy… I guess I just wanted to…”
You trail off, and Leo can’t help but ask, “Fix me?”
“No,” you whisper with a shake of your head. “You aren’t broken. But… you’re afraid? I just wanted to make you… happy.”
Leo does not cry. That would be stupid. In fact, he’s pretty sure he has allergies, because that is the best explanation for the way his throat seems to close up.
He does grab you up though. Pulls you to his plastron and holds you there like you’re a life line. Like you’re a buoy in an endless ocean, shelter in a raging storm.
He holds you tight and close, his grip on you firm, and when you rub your hands over the lip of his shell he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from sobbing into your neck like an actual baby.
When he can speak without fear of his voice breaking, he clears his throat and asks, “So, on a scale of one to America-”
Before he can finish you are pulling back, grabbing his cheeks, and standing on tiptoes to press your lips to his.
“Forever, Leo. For you, I’m free forever.”
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TMNT 12 Adult!Donatello x OC 🍋 - Pick Up Lines
Summary: Terra has always been terrible at dropping hints, and she should have known better than to take Mikey's advice.
Warnings: x OC, NSFW, MDNI, adult!donnie, adult!terra, adult!everyone, 19yo!donnie, 19yo!terra, light smut, mentions of anxiety, dirty humor, bully!donnie
A/N: This revolves around Donnie x Terra (my OC, whom I've never really talked about before.) Just for a little bit of context, I added a bit of background for her! Feel free to skip if you don't feel like reading!
Terra and Tori Phelps are paternal twins living on their own in NYC. Tori is a clepto, which leads to their initial meeting with the turtles. After the ordeal is over, Leo decides that they will keep an eye on the twins, finding too many connections with them and TCRI.
During their time with the turtles, the twins are involved in an accident while investigating an entomologist's lab, the girls are mutated into bugs, Terra an Atlas moth, and Tori a Rhinoceros beetle.
Thanks to Donnie, Terra has cybernetic implants in her wrist and temple, the former injects nutrients into her veins, and the latter that translate thoughts into text to speech, to compensate for her not having a mouth. The downside to this, is that she cannot have thoughts that aren't said out loud.
Terra's nickname is 'TerrorFly', of simply 'Fly' for short, obviously created by Mikey. 'Terror' is a stretched version of her name, which he says would strike fear into her enemy's hearts, making her seem intimidating to compensate for her frailty. The 'Fly' portion was added because, at the time, he mistook her for a butterfly.
Tori's nickname is 'RhinoBeatle'. This comes from the species of her mutation, accidentally misspelled. When corrected, Mikey insisted that it was wordplay, swapping 'beet' for 'beat', because of how tough she was.
Terra could never remember a time where she was able to out right say what she was thinking- that was before the accident. Now she highly valued her private thoughts, considering she didn't have the privilege of having them. Now all her thoughts were known by her friends, and nothing could be done but wait patiently for Don to finish perfecting the retromutagen. Though, as the years passed, she lost hope and became more comfortable with her current state and situation.
In spite of herself, as time flew, she found herself falling deeper and deeper in love with Donatello, someone who, at first seemed to be the bad guy. When they'd first met, she'd even accused him of kidnapping her, and now she simply giggled at the idea. He really was a sweet guy, and she knew it was a misunderstanding, but it was still funny to recall.
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"Can you stop?" Tori huffed, crossing her arms at her sister as she tried to watch television. "If you can't be quiet, go somewhere else."
"Lighten up, mama," Mikey grinned. "Fly can't help that she's down horrendous for Donnie."
"Mikey!" Terra's electronic voice squealed. "No, I'm not! Don't say that!"
"You are, and it's disgustingly obvious." The beetle snarled. "All I ever hear from you is: 'Oh, Donnie looks so hot today!' and 'Oh no, Donnie has to tune my little gizmos today! I'm so nervous!' Gross."
Terra crossed her arms and pouted, stewing in humiliation. "Lay off, ladies, no need to bicker." the turtle soothed, standing up and sitting back down between them, wrapping his arms around them and pulling them in. "It's not a problem, you're just goin' about it all wrong."
"What do you mean?" the moth asked, her antennae twitching with curiosity.
Mikey grinned, lowering his voice and leaning in. "Here's what you're gonna do-"
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Terra tensed as she felt footsteps enter the kitchen behind her as she stirred salt into a pot of boiling water, preparing to add in some pasta for dinner.
"Hey- be careful!" Donnie's voice suddenly shouted sternly, coming behind her to carefully take the pot away. "You know your not supposed to be cooking. What if you hurt yourself? You're so, so delicate, when will you understand that?" he lightly scolded, still dangerously close to her, reaching around her to turn the burner off on the stove.
"Hot, hot, hot, hot-" a robotic voice chanted.
"No shit," he replied with an annoyed sigh. "Did you burn your hand or something?"
Terra quickly shook her head no, steeping aside to let herself calm down a bit. "Sorry, I just wanted to be nice and cook dinner for everyone..."
Don sighed, realizing how overprotective he was being before pinching the bridge of his nose. "No, I'm sorry. Of course you can cook dinner, just let me help you, okay? That way if something happens, I'll already be here."
She nodded in agreeance, pulling down the needed supplies to chop some vegetables while he took over the pasta. As the minutes ticked by, she found the air between them silent as her voice muttered lowly with every passing thought- something he'd become accustomed to and hardly paid any mind.
"Uhm..." she began hesitantly. "A-Are you boiling water? Because y-you're pretty hot?"
He snickered a bit, barely acknowledging the statement. "Really smooth, Mikey teach you that one?"
Her shoulders instantly slumped as tears pricked her overwhelmed eyes. "No." she mumbled, defeated and too bashful to elaborate.
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Donnie walked into the living room to find her reading on the couch, back pressed to the cushions and two pairs of arms in the air to uphold the book. "Lay on your tummy, Terra." he called nonchalantly as he pass her. He got static feedback as a response, the equivalent of an aggerated grumble. "Don't talk back to me! You wanna tear one of her wings, be my guest, but don't come crying to me to fix it."
Terra's blacked out eyes rolled as she begrudgingly fixed her posture, laying back down on her stomach, book laid out in front of her. To her surprise, the terrapin plopped down on the sofa, dangerously close to her, close enough for her antennae to tickle his thighs. Her breathing became heavy as she could tried to quail her overwhelming thoughts as they threatened to become loud enough to be audible. "Oh not this again." he suddenly complained, dramatically tossing his hand toward the book in dismissal before taking it from her.
"What?"
"This manga is so dumb," he scoffed at the pirate themed anime. "I mean, you've got this rubber kid that's got like- what? Two and a half braincells and somehow still manages to make everything work for him? I swear, it makes less sense than that stupid space show Leo likes." He ranted theatrically, irritating the moth.
"I like it!" she protested, snatching it back from him. "It's charming..."
"You would like it," he chuckled as she stewed, crossing her arms and sat up on her legs. "Hey- don't do that, don't pout." She threw her head in the opposite direction with a huff. "Don't be mad at me..." he soothed, gently putting a hand on her head, petting her hair gently. "Please, Fly?" She reluctantly dropped the act, leaning into his touch, something he reveled in.
"Speaking of pirates..." she began nervously, fiddling with the pages of the book. "Are you one?"
"Not last time I checked?"
"B-Because I got some booty for you to find..." Much to her dismay, Donnie broke out tin a fit of hearty laugher, causing her face to heat up exponentially. "Don't laugh! What's funny?"
"You are, Fly." he cooed, giving her a genuine smile, before standing up and whisking himself away to his lab, shaking his head amused.
"But...I don't wanna be funny..."
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"Terra, stop moving." Donnie commanded as she flinched again. "Terra!"
"Sorry!" she squeaked, flinching again. "It hurts, Don."
He sighed a bit, setting his tools down for a moment. "I know it does, but we're almost done, I promise. It'll only hurt a bit longer. Just try to be good and still for me, hmm?" She nodded hesitantly, bracing herself as the connection between her 'feeding brace' and vein was severed. "Very good," he praised, setting the device to the side for cleaning, before pressing a cotton ball to the pinhole in her arm to cease the bleeding and secured it with medical tape.
"Now then, since the nectar storage is empty, I'm gonna assume your full?" he asked, flicking the small glass tube. She nodded in confirmation. "Think you can go the rest of the day with out it?" Another nod made him smile. "Good deal. I'll make sure and reinstall if before bedtime, 'kay?"
"Okay," she replied, glancing around as she sat in her designated chair. "Is it okay if I watch you clean it? I wanna learn how to do it myself."
He thought for a moment before shrugging. "Well, you really can't fully clean it without removing it, and I don't think it's a good idea for you to do that alone. But I suppose if you'd like to keep it a little cleaner in between tune ups, I can show you how."
Minutes passed she watched intently as he showed her how to dip cotton swabs in rubbing alcohol, dragging it along the seems to pick up the dirt in them. "Huh, that's funny." he remarked, hardly paying her any mind as he continued his demonstration.
"What is?"
Nearly everyday for the past week, Terra had dropped some ridiculous pick up line on him, assumingly to make him laugh, as he'd been admittedly very stressed lately, though, today she was even quieter than usual. "No pick up lines today?"
Terra shook her head no, glancing away a tad somberly. "I didn't think you liked them," she sadly confessed, catching his interest.
"What makes you say that? I loved 'em."
The moth quickly glanced back up to him, confused and surprised. "But you always laugh?"
"Well, yeah?" he snickered, setting his tools down. "They're just flirty jokes, Terra. They don't really mean anything." A beat of silence passed as she boiled in her embarrassment. Donnie couldn't help but feel his curiosity grow as to why this seemed to have her so upset. "Why...did you want them to mean something?"
She didn't have to answer for him to connect the dots, he was able to build a conclusion simply to the tune of her translator whirring, operating with no thoughts to communicate. "Terra..." he trailed, taking a deep breath, hoping he hadn't misread any signals. "You shoulda just told me." he smiled a bit, leaning closer to her, reaching out to catch her chin and guide her gaze back to him. "Do you got a little crush on me?"
Her cheeks burned as her eyes widened far enough that he could see the slivers of white beyond her oversized pupils. "W-What?" she squeaked, her text to speech voice mummering thousands more words behind her reaction. "W-Why would you think that?"
"So...if I kissed you, you'd push me away?" he asked, almost coyly, glancing up toward the ceiling, a smirk still playing on his lips. "'Cuz I will if you ask me to." He reveled in the sight of her stirring in a frenzy, a harsh juxtaposition to his cool demeanor. Carefully, while she was distracted, he quickly reached up and switched off he translator with a snicker, before retracting his hand and looking away, dramatically trying to play himself off as innocent.
The mechanical rambling that filling the lab suddenly halted, leaving Terra frozen, gripping at her throat. It merely took her seconds to crack the case as she shot him a harsh glare, telepathically urging him to turn it back on as she struggled to find the switch. "What's the matter?" he teased, laughing at her expense before leaning in again. "Why don't you try and tell me what you want without it, after all, actions speak louder than words."
With a puff in her cheeks, Terra finally had had enough of his bullying, reaching out and squishing Donnie's cheeks together, and crashing her face to his with furrowed brows. He had to admit, it was bit awkward, kissing something that wasn't there, but he was excited by it all the same.
"See?" he chuckled, pulling away a bit, looming over her. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" She begrudgingly shook her head, pouting a bit. "Where else, Fly?"
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Donnie couldn't help but beam up at her as she helped herself to his lap, wings fully unfurled, hair mussed, and face looking as if she might come undone right there on top of him. He skin was decorated with his kisses and bitemarks, none actually harsh enough to hurt. He was having trouble coming to terms with the fact that this all was real, and it was her dough hips in his hands, and it was him she was on top of- it was him taking things form her and giving his own in exchange.
"Look so pretty like this," he mumbled under his breath, breaking the silence that the absence of her thoughts had created. He had spent this whole time showering her with praise, and somewhere along the way, she'd stopped reacting to it. she couldn't hear it anymore over the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. "Fuck," he cursed, clenching his eyes shut as she rocked against him, feeling the most intense feeling crash against him.
He deduced that the feeling must have been mutual, ash Terra writhed, back bending drastically, and eyes watering with tears threatening to fall. Suddenly, her body fell onto his like a rock on a serene pond, and he caught her, enveloping her in a warm embrace. "Hey," he whispered, prompting her to very sleepily lift her head.
"Are you copper? 'Cuz I feel a spark with you, and that was electric."
A/N: This was very dumb (my entry, not the challenge) and I'm super embarrassed by it, but I promised I'd finish it, so here it is! 😅 Thank you to @thelaundrybitch for tagging me, and thank you to @post-apocalyptic-daydream for letting me participate!
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Mikey x Reader!
Prompt: “I got absolutely assaulted with drool since he’s trying to give me kisses now!”
CW: fluff, Mikey being a little shit, the other boys not giving a shit, kisses 😘 💋
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It was spring again and it’s getting warmer, and you were tired of it being cold as shit as it always is during winter in New York. Today was a nice enough day not to cold but not too warm. Your boyfriend Mikey hated winter not only because it was cold but also because he wouldn’t be able to ride his skateboard. Anyways with him being all happy and clingy now that it’s spring again he’s been absolutely giving you non stop kisses, hugs and just very cuddly.
He was chasing you wanting kisses again so you were running around the lair and his brothers were confused and getting bothered they were getting disturbed from their things.
“No Mikey I’m not coming to snuggle you all day, I have things to do!” You tell while jumping over the couch
“Come on angelcakes! Just for a little while I promise it’ll be only for a little pleaseeee!!!” He says chasing after you. Finally, he catches up to you and grabs you while littering your face with kisses.
“I got absolutely assaulted with drool since he’s trying to give me kisses now! Are you boys not going to help?!” You yell to the other three, raph is only laughing while Leo is telling you that you’ll be fine and Donnie doesn’t even look up from his work. Then Mikey drags you back to his bed and yes you both did cuddle all day even tho you reminded him several times he said he’d let you go to do things.
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Here’s this for my submission for 4-1!
@turtle-babe83 @post-apocalyptic-daydream @scholastic-dragon
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Profile Me Up! (short fic)
I couldn't stop laughing while writing this fsdjnfsjdfdj
It's short and sweet, but only because I didn't want to overdo it 😂
Written for the February "All 4-1 Challenge"!! Tagging @turtle-babe83 and @thelaundrybitch for visibility :)
Splinter asks Mikey to help him set up a dating profile, just for the shits and giggles. But they also need Donnie for technical help....
"Oh you've got to be kidding me...."
Donnie said those words while turning around in his chair, now facing his younger brother, Mikey, and their father, master Splinter.
The bespectacled terrapin's traits were ones of concern, slightly frowning, while the two others were dead serious.
"What?! Come on, it'll be fun!" replied the orange clad one. "We need your help setting up the profile."
"Dad, please, tell me Mikey didn't force you to this idea," discarded Donatello, his gaze focused on the rat.
The rodent's ears perked up a bit, his expression soft as he simply answered:
"Oh no, it is my idea in fact."
Donnie's expression fell into a deadpan look, a long exhale leaving his nostrils as he slowly swiveled back towards his computer's screens.
"Aight, just tell me which website to go to. jesus fucking christ."
Michelangelo was already rushing to his brother's chair, gripping the back of it and shaking it in slight excitement.
"Tinder!"
"Fuck no!"
"Language," warned Splinter.
Donnie tsked, expertly and quickly slapping one of Mikey's hands away from his chair without giving the action a look.
Now how the heck could he find the perfect... dating site for his father?
"You do realize that you won't be able to put an actual photo of yourself, right?" he asked, still typing, while giving a quick glance at his father standing nearby.
"I do have an idea in mind, don't worry."
Oh now Donnie was starting to feel suspicious.
After some quick searches (and questionable suggestions from Mikey), the trio did find a somewhat okay website that was targeted to a reasonably normal audience.
The purple banded mutant clicked the "Sign Up" option with a sigh, then vaguely gesturing his screen.
"The floor is yours, MC Mikey," he said in a neutral tone.
The younger one was now slapping his brother's shoulder, urging him to give away his seat so he could sit down and get to work. As Donnie moved, Mikey asked him to get a stool for Splinter to sit on next to him. The tall terrapin could only comply, next standing close and watching this weird life event occur...
"Name?" asked Mikey.
The rat shrugged: "Splinter?"
"Short and straight to the point. Love it," added the orange one, typing. "What about your hobbies?" he continued.
"Meditating. Attending to my bonsais. Reading."
"This is getting nowhere," mumbled Donnie, pinching the bridge of his nose under his glasses.
Mikey seemed to be typing more than what he was told, always humming in approval to his father's words.
"Occupation?" ask the younger terrapin.
Splinter's features seemed to light up as he smiled: "A martial arts teacher!"
"Damn, you're the perfect man," commented Mikey, amused. "A dreamboat!"
"I am quite the catch indeed," added the rat in a similar tone.
Donnie was trying not to laugh.
"What do you look for in a partner?"
Oh now the tall mutant was apprehending that answer...
"... To be patient, kind, and with a good sense of humor," started the rat after some quick thinking. "Oh and bonus point if they smell like cheese," he added playfully.
That made Mikey laugh as he typed, soon joined by Donnie's muffled chortle.
"Anything special to add?" asked the young terrapin, still smiling.
The rodent did ponder for a moment, his ears shifting slightly with his thoughts.
"If they don't mind hair, being a bit adventurous in their travels, and are more of a night person, then they can - as you youngsters say - hit me up."
Oh this time Donnie let out a loud snort.
"A true modern man," commented Mikey. "Gettin' hip with the crowd and using the right lingo. I'm so fuckin' proud."
"Language," repeated Splinter.
"My b, my b," quickly apologized the young one.
And now came the question of what to use as a profile picture.
Without hesitation, Splinter asked for Donatello's phone (which immediately confused the terrapin). Requesting a web browser to be opened, the rat then snatched the device and started to type into a search bar, patiently scrolling until finding the right choice.
"Let's use this," he said, now showing the phone's screen to his sons, revealing this picture:
Both turtles lost it, the rodent smiling at the reaction.
"Please, tell me all of this is a joke," asked Donnie, trying to calm his laughter.
"Oh, absolutely," answered Splinter. "But I'm still curious to see if anyone would answer to this profile!"
"Fuck, you're the best," giggled Mikey.
"Language. And don't make me say it another time or it's straight to the hashi. Both of you."
"I'd still take the hashi over any spicy responses you may ever receive on this," commented the purple clad mutant with a chuckle.
"Let's get wild on this ride!" said the young one, uploading the picture and finalizing the account's creation.
The clock was now ticking.
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Morning Confusion
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Since you started your relationship with the leader of the group, their mornings always started with little morning kisses on the forehead, sometimes it was Leonardo kissing your little forehead while he whispered soft words to wake you up, and other times it was you kissing that huge greenish forehead while he kissed you. you encourage him to get up (this happened only when the leader was sleeping in from a particularly heavy patrol or an intense game night with his brothers).
They both got ready an hour apart or maybe more if the bed felt more comfortable than usual.
But this time they both managed to get up at the same time.
L. -Work?-
Y/N. -Free day-
L. -It's early for you, isn't it?-
Y/N. -Don't get your hopes up, I hate when se espanta mi sueño, I can't sleep after-
L. -Just like a baby-
Y/N. -Hey!-
L. -Well, look at it this way, you have more time to take advantage of the day-
That's right, you used to be the type of person who loved to sleep his 8 hours or more if possible, your disciplined boyfriend's dream was that you will wake up with the sun with all the energy and attitude to start your day, you can only say that it will continue like this... Like a dream.
You rarely got up early or minimally at the same time as your partner.
We must say that their relationship had also reached a level of intimacy that Leonardo had even given you one of his spaces in the room so that you could leave some extra clothes, he assures that it is for the occasions when you stay to sleep, but internally it causes him a lot of happiness, because he can feel a new level of confidence.
So once they got dressed, it only remained to go out to brush their faces and teeth, you greeted the family who were already quite used to your stay.
Y/N.-Good morning, is there anything new in the news?-
R. -Nothing new, just the weather and some heavy traffic warnings-
Y/N. -What can I tell you?, There is not always news of foot soldiers or ninjas terrifying the city, sometimes it is just the "terrifying traffic"-
D. -Sometimes it is better not to listen to that news, it means a quiet day-
R. -Boring!-
M. -It means that you do our job so well that the bad guys have to take a day off too-
Y/N. -you said it-
D. -And Leo? Is he still asleep?-
Y/N. -No, he's just brushing his teeth-
L. -Did they talk to me?-
Leonardo would just come out with a little foam at the mouth while he was brushing his teeth, sometimes seeing that kind of image of "Mr. Discipline and order" was something refreshing and a little funny, or so you might have thought until your eyes focused in the brush that was in the hand of the huge turtle.
Y/N. -What are you doing with my toothbrush?-
L. -Which one?-
Y/N. -The one you have in your mouth-
L. -This is mine-
Y/N. -That's not your toothbrush, it's mine!-
L. -It's not true, it's the other blue toothbrush-
Y/N. -That's literally your color!-
L. -But you said you liked that one!-
The small revelation even caught the attention of the rest, who had stopped watching the news channel to just look at them with an expression of amusement at the situation that was happening right in front of them.
L. -Since when do you use it?-
Y/N. -Since when do YOU use it?-
R. -What is the problem?-
M. -Brother, you've both literally eaten ass enough-
D. -but do you dislike sharing a toothbrush?-
Y/N. | L. -This is not the problem!-
From then on they both marked their own toothbrushes to avoid future mix-ups.
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Late but safe.
Ready this little and a little funny story for the event of the month of April.
Don't forget, the event is hosted by: @thelaundrybitch @post-apocalyptic-daydream @leosgirl82 @turtle-babe83
Tell me, do you ever lose sleep? It gets a little frustrating, right?
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All 4-1 Challenge: Romance 💝💐
Here we have it, this is my post entry for the TMNT All 4-1 Challenge hosted by the lovelies @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @nittleboo @tmnt-tychou and @post-apocalyptic-daydream
For the “Romance” challenge, i decided to do the “Pocky Game” scenario because i wanted to do a cute scenario between Leo and Aliyah where he wanted to go for a kiss using the pocky pocky in his mouth. (And i was pretty happy how it turned out ☺️☺️) I hope you guys like it!!
Leo/Tmnt (c) Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird
Aliyah Rose and Fanart (c) @cowabunga-doll (me)
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TMNT All 4-1 Challenge: February Entry
A/N: Alrighty, entry number two! I have zero confidence that I wrote Donnie well, but I tried. This is my first time writing Bay!Donnie. I could picture him so well for this soo… ^_^” hopefully it’s not too bad.
*While this is SFW, all characters depicted and/or mentioned are 18+*
Pairing: Bayverse!Donnie x reader (she/her, “Y/N” used once)
Prompts:
“You’re gonna pretend like you have no idea how I’ve felt about you, since the first day we met?”
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Pocky Game
Words: 738
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“Hey, you ever play the pocky game before?” Y/N asked. Donnie slowly turned his head towards her and blinked. He was sitting at his computer while she was standing nearby, watching the plethora of screens but not looking directly at him. She held a box of strawberry pocky in one hand and a half eaten stick in the other.
“I know of it…” he said slowly, his tone curious but wary.
“Wanna play it?” She held up the box with a shrug. His mouth fell open and he looked around for any sign of his brothers.
“Uh- Do you know how to play it?” Donnie asked.
“No, but Mikey saw the box and asked if I’ve ever played it then he said you might know so I should ask you.”
“Oh did he now?” Elsewhere in the lair Mikey felt a sudden chill.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I’ll just go ask Mike-” She started to turn to walk away when he quickly grabbed the wrist that held the box.
“No!” He quickly released her wrist and cleared his throat. “We- we can play it.”
“Awesome. So, what do we do?”
“Well… you need an uneaten one,” he said and pointed to the one she held.
“Whoops,” she chuckled and ate the rest of the stick before pulling out two new ones and handing one to him. “Okay, now what?”
“We- you only need one, but uh, you put one end in your mouth.” She did before nodding and half humming around the stick,
“Okay now what?” she asked. He swallowed and rolled his chair so he was closer to her but couldn’t seem to look at her.
“Now… I put the other end in my mouth, we both eat it at the same time, and first to pull away loses…” he said in one breath. His eyes widened slightly when she leaned forward so the stick was closer to his mouth. He met her eyes and was frozen until she hummed and nodded her head impatiently. “Oh…” He gently took the other end of the stick in his mouth, eyes rapidly flicking between it and her eyes.
“Ready?” she mumbled around it and waited a few seconds - the longest three seconds of his life - before she spoke again, “go.”
As their faces quickly grew closer he closed his eyes, prepared for the moment when she would pull away, only for them to fly back open at the feel of her lips against his. He blinked at her as she pulled back, smirking as she chewed her half of the pocky stick.
“You already knew how to play,” he said, it wasn’t a question.
“Maybe,” she said with a small shrug, smirk growing.
“Then… w-why did you-?”
“How else was I going to get you to finally kiss me?” she asked.
“You-? You wanted me to kiss you…?” She watched him blink rapidly as he processed that before he finally asked, “Why?” She raised an eyebrow at him.
“You’re gonna pretend like you have no idea how I’ve felt about you, since the first day we met?”
“Well, you did show various signs of attraction and interest when we first met, but you can probably guess why I didn’t wanna get my hopes up,” he said with a slightly forced chuckle as he looked down at himself. “I mean, what would someone like you want with someone like me? You could have anyone…”
“I don’t want anyone.” She put a hand on his face and he looked up. “Who I want is right here.” A big, silly, smile slowly grew on his face. He quickly put one end of the pocky stick he still held into his mouth, making her giggle. “You know, you don’t need that if you want to kiss me again.” He took it out with a slight chuckle.
“Oh.” He hesitated, glancing shyly from her to the ground and back. “So… I- can I-?”
“If you don’t, I will,” she said as she put her arms around his neck, stepping between his legs, bringing her face closer to his. He couldn’t help his grin.
“While I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he said as his arms slowly wrapped around her. “I’ll admit, I have been wanting to kiss you for some time now… if this is a dream I hope I never wake up…” he muttered before their lips connected again.
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@turtle-babe83
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Mortal "Cum"bat
For the tmnt all 4 1 event
Hosted by the lovelies: @thelaundrybitch @post-apocalyptic-daydream @leosgirl82 @tmnt-tychou @nittleboo @turtle-babe83
Prompt: In the middle of doing ‘the deed’, your turtle BF yells out “MORTAL KOMBAT!” From the next room, his brothers yell back, “FINISH HER!”
⚠️ everyone is 18+ This was also written by an adult for adults. NO ONE UNDER 18 ALLOWED HERE ⚠️
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Mikey has been eavsdropping on his brothers and their girlfriends, always making jokes about their alone time sessions. He never knocked, either. For the past couple of weeks Mikey and his girlfriend has been too loud during their... "gaming sessions", as well. His brothers was going to teach him a lesson, give him a taste of his own medicine. Y/N might not like them for a while, but it was going to be worth it to get a laugh....
You and Mikey are in his room playing a Mortal Kombat game. Seeing the girls in their outfits made him picture you wearing them. He could feel himself getting aroused. He couldn't help it; you were just so sexy. An idea came to his head.
"Hey, babes, I got a new game we can play."
"What's it called?"
Mikey grabbed you and pulled you against his plastron, making you drop your controller. His low hums and kisses on the back of your neck made your breath quicken and your cheeks burn. A rush of heat went straight to the apex of your thighs.
"Mortal 'Cum'bat"
He expained the game: it was basically a sex game version of Mortal Kombat. Whoever cums first loses. You squirmed and ground your cheeks into his hips, anticipating what was to come. It was going to be hard to not come undone by Mikey's monster of a cock.
Teasing and foreplay had commenced for the past half hour. There were a few times you thought you were gonna lose it but stopped Mikey before then. And then you paid him back by trying to make him cum; he pulled out of your mouth before he could shoot his load down your throat.
"Oh it's on"
Mikey pinned you underneath him and teased your wetness with his fingertips for a second, feeling how warm and slick you already were. He grabbed the back of your knees and pushed your legs up to your chest, opening yourself to him. Your lower stomach fluttered as he looked down at you with lustful eyes.
"MORTAL KOMBAT!"
Swift as a ninja he entered you. It surprised you still how he managed to stretch you out, making you feel so full. His hips rocked into yours. He angled himself to where he could rub your clit as he plunged deeper into you. He buried his face in the side of your neck, his hot breath fanning your skin. You cried out in pleasure as it burned through your veins, your body pleading for release.
"M-MIKEY~!"
You couldn't stop the whimpers, moans, and cries that escaped your lips. You were already so close. Hearing Mikey's groans and pants near your ear sent shivers of delight down your spine. Your sex clenched around his, signaling to him that you were on the edge.
"FINISH HER!"
You heard other voices that wasn't Mikey's. Was it- "Mikey, stop, wait, wait, wait, wait" you breathlessly called out. You were right on the edge and now you had to edge again.
He stopped and took this chance to take a breather. "What is it? Why'd you stop, Angelcakes?" He was worried he did something wrong.
"Didn't you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"Someone saying Finish her... It sounded like it was coming from the next room."
Suddenly his door was slammed open. He quickly jumped off of you to cover you up. It was Leo, Raph, and Donnie laughing. "How does it feel to have your privacy invaded?"
"Dudes, ever heard of knocking?"
"Have you ever heard of knocking?"
After that, you and Mikey got back to your game and Mikey always knocked before asking anyone for anything.
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One a day art challenge. Tina and the Turtle Gang hanging out. Also apart of the June All 4-1 TMNT Challenge (June 26th) @leosgirl82, @turtle-babe83 , and @thelaundrybitch
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All 4-1 Challenge
TURTLE DOVES!!!!
GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS!!!
TIME FOR SHENANIGANS!!!!
🌼🌻🌸☀️ MAY ☀️🌸🌻🌼
Hosted by: @post-apocalyptic-daydream @leosgirl82 @turtle-babe83 and yours truly - @thelaundrybitch
Welcome to the TMNT prompt list exercise!
Where we (All 4-1) invite fellow TMNT tumblrina fans to write a fic - long or short - including or about the prompt. We also invite you to draw, paint, or sketch using one or all of the prompts! ✍🏻🎨🖌️
Whatever inspires you!
It can be about any character within the TMNT realm!
And any iteration!
Also! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Absolutely use your OCs in your stories!!!
Make it Fluffy! Make it NSFW! Throw in some Comedy, or drag us through ALL the Angst! There really are no limits! Use one prompt or more! Sky’s the limit!
We thought it would be exciting to see what everyone would come up with! As long as there continues to be enough interaction, we will try to continue this little writing exercise at the beginning of every month!
And so far, the turnout has been incredible! Thank you all for your submissions! You're all amazing!
This month's theme is: Shenanigans
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"You did what, now?"
"You heard. What are you gonna do about it?"
"The fact that that fits on your head is both disturbing and a turn on"
Character A: walks into room and sees Character B close their hand and hide it.
Character A: what's in your hand?
Character B: *looking guilty AF* "nOtHiNg"
*Wrestling match ensues but to no avail until Character A has B pinned.*
A: "WHAT'S IN YOUR HAND?!"
B: *in a small voice* "a booger…"
"Well, you know what they say… you are what you eat…" *takes a bite of (turtle of choice's favorite food) and chews slowly*
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Please use the hashtags:
#TMNT All 4-1 Challenge or #TMNT All 4-1
That way, we can find your art/writing easier and enjoy what you bring to the challenge! Also, we will be making a master list for each month with all the submissions on it, so make sure you tag the hosts so we can add your contribution to the list!
We look forward to everyone’s unique renditions for MAY!!! 😍😍😍
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TMNT Donatello x Reader - Stop Pretending (All 4-1 Febuary)
Summary: Donnie finally confronts you on your ignoring of his feelings.
Warnings: Angst, anti-Valentines day, very short
"Can you drop the act?" The weight in his tone surprised you, having taken a sudden nose dive from the chipper way it had held about it previously.
"What act?" you giggled nervously with a fake smile, clutching the teddy bear he'd given you tightly. "I don't-"
"You knw exactly what I mean, (Y/N)." he reiterated sternly. Truthfully, you did know, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit that. It simply hurt too much. "Just stop pretending."
"I'm not pretending to do anything." you defended, still smiling, something that seemed to offend him to an otherworldly degree. "Honestly, I'm confused."
"No, you're not." he spat hatefully, beginning to turn his back on you. "You just don't wanna face me, that's it."
"Don, I really don't care for your tone." you informed, crossing your arms, the bear now being carelessly dangled form your hand. "I don't appreciate being accused of anything, let alone whatever this is." Your eyes narrowed as your gaze followed him with rage behind it.
"So you're really going to pretend you have no idea how I’ve felt about you, since the first day we met?” he interrogated. "I'm not stupid, (Y/N), don't treat me like I am."
You puffed your cheeks in frustration, finally tossing the stuffie to the side to place your hands on your hips snarkily. "Well I'm not either! And if you're so smart, you'd think you'd be able to hints!"
"And what hints would those be?" he rolled his eyes, glancing back at you from over his shoulder.
"Oh you know," you began sarcastically. "The kind that might lead you to think you could be pressuring someone into a relationship with you?!" you shouted, breathing heavily from the adrenaline rush. "Or maybe that you're laying it on too thick- that your just scaring away the person you're trying to pursue?!" You sighed, analyzing his expression as shock began to set in. "I need space, Donnie." You confessed, glancing away, now unable to look him in the eye. "I did really like you, but it was always hard to tell if you really wanted me or just wanted me to make April jealous."
For what seemed like the first time in his life, Donnie felt like he could form the words to say. "(Y-Y/N)..."
"Save your breath..." you advised, beginning to walk passed him to exit the lair. "I'm not saying no, Donnie. I'm just saying not right now." He watched as you drew closer to the stairs before momentarily turning back. For a second, his hope that you'd stay was restored, that was before he processed what you'd said.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Don."
Taglist:
@sunshinesdaydream, @helpyaw, @thelaundrybitch, @camillahorne26, @turtle-babe83, @fyreball66, @sharpwindow, @roseygardenfan, @witchofthenorthstar, @pheradream15, @post-apocalyptic-daydream, @killmewithafanfic
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Home Invasion - All 4-1 challenge
Rating: strong T for a suggestive bit at the end.
I really wanted to join one of these challenges but I had no idea until this month lol This happens in SWAK universe post like... All the parts lol
Amelia (she/her) and Philip (he/him) are Leo's partners
Mirka (they/them) Raph's
Mikey's queer platonic partner is unnamed but so far she/her pronouns. (Mikey is aro on this).
Cheryl (my OC) is paired with Jennika! (Jeni is gonna make appearance in Raph's and Mirka's story once I get there).
Tags!
@turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch @madammuffins @sharpwindow @m1dnyt3-w0lf @pheradream15 @dilucsflame33 (anyone else who wants to jump in on the tag list let me know!)
Enjoy!
Kara was going home exhausted. All she had on her mind was a hot shower, some ice cream and maybe a cuddle with Donnie if he'd drop by after the patrol with his brothers. Nice, chill-
She paused in her doorway, a deadpan expression on her face. Donnie was there all right. So were his brothers (Raph nowhere in sight but she assumed he'd be there too), their respective partners plus Jennika. That meant that Cheryl was comfy in the lap of the female turtle. The brothers plus Jenni looked pretty roughed up and there was mud on the floor.
The short woman narrowed her eyes. <Hello, Cheryl and the people who do not live here.> She looked at Donnie who was coming out of the kitchen with an armful of probably all snacks she had in her house. Understandable, considering the whole damn army in her living room. <Donnie, a word.>
"Oooooh, someone's in trouble!!" Mikey hollered after his brother.
"Good luck!" Jennika shouted as well. "You'll need it." She snickered soon followed by others.
Donnie made a noncommittal noise at them. Mad girlfriend spelled trouble.
Said girlfriend ignored them all and went to her room, not checking if he was following, because he better be.
He was.
She waited for him to get into her room and she closed the door behind him.
<Kara,> he started but she raised her hand cutting him off.
<Donnie, I love you and I don't say that lightly. So I am going to give you a chance. Please explain why the Backstreet Boys and the Groupies are doing here too? Again, may I add. Like 10th time this month?> She was signing slowly, with a cold fury in her eyes.
He paused and assessed the situation. Yes, she was pissed but he noted also the knotted shoulders and deep shadows under her eyes, the moisture in them that signalled her frustrations would soon come to a peak. The specific frown she had after dealing with more annoying people at her lab. Right, so this was a very delicate job now.
<I'm sorry,> he started. <I didn't mean for them to follow me.>
<All of them?> Her eyes went wide with disbelief and her hands signed wide. <Donnie, there are 5 of you turtles plus Raph's and Leo's partners of which Leo has two! I don't even know the fourth human! Are they with Mikey?>
Donnie nodded. <Queer platonic partner as far as- > he started but she raised her hand interrupting him.
<I don't care. That's way too many people in my living room!>
Donnie made a decision. He pulled her close and hugged her tight. Kara let out a frustrated scream into his plastron. He stroked her back a little, trying to calm her down. He heard small frustrated sobs and let her just let it all out. Finally, she took a deep breath in and pulled back.
<I love your family but two days ago Mikey was here at 3 am, eating my food again,> she told Donnie. <Third time this month. And Raph always drops by to use the bathrom always after having eaten something funny. I'm going to vivisect someone. We need to talk boundaries Donnie.>
Some of these were news to him.
<I will talk with them,> he said and quickly added seeing her raise her hands again. <Now. I am going to talk to them now.>
<Thank you.> She let out a deep sigh. <I am going to lay down.>
Donnie left her room and went to the living room.
"Everybody out," he stated.
"Oooooh the missus whipped you-"
"One more word Raph and I am releasing your browser history to everyone in the room. Same for you Mikey," he added sharply seeing his youngest brother open his mouth.
The two meatheads immediately went quiet.
"What is in your browser history?" Mirka looked at their boyfriend.
"Uh, don't worry about it." Raph cleared his throat.
"Uh-huh." Judging by their smirk they clearly weren't gonna drop the subject willingly.
"If Donnie says we have to go we should," Leo stood up followed by Amelia and Philip, his own partners.
"Yeah, I felt like we might have been overstepping a little," Amelia rubbed the back of her neck.
"I'm not moving," Jennika announced.
"I know Jenni." Donnie sighed
"I helped pay for this couch last time you guys ruined it." She pointed to all the turtle boys.
"We know Jenni!" The chorus replied. "Thank you Jenni!"
Cheryl giggled. "I live here so you are welcomed to stay."
"Thanks babes." Jenni kissed Cheryl's cheek. "Does Kara even know they fucked it up?"
"I think she either pretends or doesn't but either way, we cool," Cheryl replied.
"Okay."
"Alright and one more thing," Donnie said.
"Yeah? Ow!" Mikey rubbed his head where his brother's bo staff hit.
"What the hell, nerd?!" Raph was similarly holding his noggin.
Leo was hiding his mouth behind his hand, but he was clearly enjoying this.
"You both know why." Donnie out the staff away. "If I find out you're bothering my girlfriend again I am putting parental control back on your devices."
The two turtles grumbled apologies and promised not to do that again.
"Is this always this lively?" Mikey's partner leaned in to Mirka, whispering her question.
"Yup. Welcome to the family," they snickered.
The three turtles were ushered out of the flat through the window. Humans used the regular stairs.
Donnie stayed behind and helped Jennika and Cheryl clean up after the invasion. Then he went to check in on Kara.
He flipped the light on and off twice to let her know he was there. <Hey.> he slipped on the bed next to her. <They're gone.>
<Thank you.> She signed and clung to him. <You're the best boyfriend.>
<Yes, praise me more,> he chuckled and she booped his snoot.
<Don't push it, mister,> she joked then kissed him sweetly.
He hummed, smiling. <Want to see what else I can do?> His hand went under her shirt, drawing circles on her side.
Her eyebrow lifted and she smirked a little. <I'm interested.>
He grinned and pushed her on her back. <Allow me to demonstrate.>
And then he did.
Nuff said he got a lot of praises that night.
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