Loyalty And Fraternity
TMNT (2012)
Synopsis: Following the aftermath of Splinter's death, the turtles attempt to clean up random mutagen spills in order to both protect the city, and keep their minds away from their grief. However, when one of them is kidnapped by the foot clan and held captive by a brutish Shredder, the others must overcome their situation and themselves in order to save their brother before it's too late.
Warnings: major character injury, violence, kidnapping, blood, puking, torture, manipulation, gore, bugs, other horrific things
Part One
Everyone operates under their own version of autopilot. Little words are spoken as blurs move through the streets of New York City, concealed within the darkness of the cloudy night and the shadows the tall buildings cast.
Admittedly, everything seemed a lot darker since Splinter’s untimely departure.
Normally, the silence would at least be broken up with a few, half-hearted jokes thrown out regarding the gloomy scenery or nature of the mission, - said mission being the harvesting of discarded mutagen that’s led to an uproar in cryptid-like, somewhat sentient, and overly hostile mutants to run rampant - but that’s currently absent as well.
The only thing present is the whirring of the air, and the heavy thumping of weighted footsteps landing on rooftop after rooftop, and the quiet blades of Casey’s skates.
Though all of them claim to be focused and well enough to operate under the stress of this mission, all of them can tell that there’s a waft of uncertainty beneath each turtle’s surface. A certain, hesitant aura where confidence once resided.
If the teacher could be killed, what was to be said about the students?
“Guys, there’s a can down there,” Leonardo states, coming to a sudden halt on the top of an apartment suite. His gaze is fixed downwards, towards a curb. Laying in the crevice near a drain is a cracked, spilling can of mutagen.
“There’s been so many just… discarded,” April responds, face flushed from the running. Strands of hair are stuck to her face due to the sweat, but she looks concerned as she’s braced on the edge of the roof. “This can’t be an accident, can it?”
Usually, the Krang were a lot more precise when it came to the transportation of mutagen, but since Shredder, and more specifically Baxter have gotten their hands on it, there seemed to suddenly be a surplus amount present within the city. It not only presented itself as a danger to the crime-fighting group, but also to the normal citizens who let curiosity get the better of them, or who just happened to end up slipping and colliding with the substance.
Feeling sick to her stomach, seeing the semi-liquid spread near the drain reminds her of all of the mutants they’d come across this past month. And how many they’d failed to save.
“If it gets into the water at all, we’ll have a whole slew of sewer mutants running around,” Donnatello states, glancing at April. He debates putting a comforting hand on her back, but avoids doing so. He feels equally as uneasy about the situation.
Even when diluted, mutagen was nothing to be messed with.
“Besides us, you mean,” Raphael responds, stiff as he hunches over the side of the building. His words, meant to be joking, just serve as a bitter reminder that the same stuff that made them had led to the unfortunate end or suffering of others. It makes them all wince.
Quickly looking back and forth for people, Leo suddenly braces himself on the edge of the building. “Everybody got your gear?” he asks, referring specifically to extra thick gloves and dense containers Donnie had both gathered and fabricated. It was to prevent the mutagen from touching any parts of their bodies, as well as to successfully contain it.
With no proper way to wash it up, and not wanting to leave it out for any random being to stumble across, gathering it up was the only way to safely ensure it was dealt with.
A chorus of affirmation rings out from the other turtles, though Michelangelo tugs on his gloves, uncomfortable. “These are so awkward to wear!” he protests, though it sounds more like dramatic whining. “You couldn’t have lined them with something softer?” He pouts at Donnie, who doesn’t even return his complaining with so much as a scowl. Instead, Mikey’s met with a sigh, and a stern “focus,” before Leo’s speaking again.
“Casey, April, are you two still okay with being lookouts?”
It’s more rhetorical than anything; the two were sure that even if they expressed their distaste at being left behind, it’d be ignored, so both of them nod and hurry to opposite sides of the building, each looking over their own banister, making sure no krang, Foot Clan, or any stray mutant sneaks up on them.
Both addressed parties mutter their own half-hearted words of agreement, before shooting tired glances towards each other, aware of the fact they’ll be spending a lot of boring time together.
Things have been… surprisingly dead. Sure, there were crowds of people in the day, but at night it was uncharacteristically empty.
Aside from the occasional mutant caused by the recent mutagen spills, there were no signs of danger anywhere, which would normally be a good thing, but had only been causing the turtles, and by extension April and Casey, more anxiety. Their enemies' silence only meant they were planning something big, and big events were never good.
It was surprising that Shredder hadn’t launched a large-scale attack immediately after Shredder’s death.
After all, that was the smartest thing to do. With the turtles’ morale weakened, they’d definitely be off their game. They’d be mentally weak, and physically impaired because of it.
Leo, who obviously knew that this strategy would be the most effective, was also the most worried as to why Shredder, who’d been smart and brutish enough to kill his father with little remorse, wouldn’t jump at this opportunity. But, he merely shakes his head, pushing his thoughts aside. That wasn’t important right now; what was important was they prevented anyone else from being hurt.
Looking over at Raph, Leo nods, and then does the same towards Donnie and Mikey. They all nod back at him, and then they’re all leaping off the building in sync.
All four of them land on the ground silently, before checking around to make sure there are no people nearby, and then rushing towards the mutagen. Before it can reach the sewer drain, Donnie carefully puts his gloved hand near the leaking mutagen, and then begins to push it back, causing it all to form into a larger puddle, as he moves it back towards the shattered glass.
His three brothers watch him intensely, all of them carefully eyeing his gloves.
Just a drop of mutagen could be dangerous, as almost all of them had experience with. Mikey shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he recalls the horrid bumps that formed on his head as a result of dabbling with mutagen.
Such a juvenile action seems so silly now. Stupid, even. He has to pinch himself to draw his attention back to the problem at hand.
“Container?” Donnie prompts, and Leo crouches down next to him, setting the container on the ground and allowing Donnie to slowly scoop the mutagen into it. He scrapes as much as he can up, before Leo unsheathes his katana, using that to then scrape up any mutagen residue that remained on the ground. Donnie takes over holding the tub while Leo does such. Donnie’s contaminated gloves had been dropped into the container already; they were covered in mutagen anyway, and it was the safest place to store them.
Mikey and Raph glance towards each other. Each of them feel equally useless, though neither of them express such. This was the normal routine.
Really, Raph was only here for horsepower.
Casey and April’s eyes dart side to side, before they inevitably settle back on the four brothers. Despite the unsavory duty, they both knew how important spotting oncoming danger is. Especially after one loss. Neither of them were sure they could handle another.
There’s a clatter nearby, and it echoes through the empty streets of New York. Immediately, everyone jumps up, knees bending as they all look around.
Raph backs up so that his shell is pressed up against Mikey’s, each of them covering the others’ blind spot; Donnie and Leo are doing a similar thing, though they’re covering the sides.
Clutching the tub of mutagen protectively, Donnie is the only one unarmed, and he’s fully aware of such. Fighting one handed was a skill they’d all learned, but holding extremely important chemicals that could cause extreme damage wasn’t something that should potentially be tossed around willy-nilly because Donnie wanted to spin a stick.
A stick. That had already proved useless during one of the most important fights of his life; it would be just as useless while sticking up for those in the city.
His mouth turns up in a scowl.
There’s silence for a few moments, before a soft “meow” is heard, followed by a stray kitten jumping into view. Relaxing slightly, Mikey immediately whistles, calling the attention of the frail thing. Raph turns to meet his gaze, before lightly slapping his shoulder.
“Leave the cat alone; we have what we came here for. We don’t have time for distractions,” he states, and Mikey frowns.
He goes to argue, and potentially keep calling for the cat, only to spot a faint gleam from the dark alley the cat had bounded from. White amidst the black, as if the moon was reflecting from them. Mikey meets the eyes, and then squints, attempting to decipher whether what he was seeing were actually eyes or some other reflective object that required a closer look, but before he can come to a conclusion, he’s grabbed by the wrist.
“Woah, hey!” he exclaims, yanking his hand away. Leo had been the one to grab him. “You were near the mutagen, dude! Back off!” He’s dramatic in his scolding, but Leo looks unamused.
“You weren’t listening to us.” He nods towards the side of a large apartment complex, of which Donnie and Raph were already scaling. “We’re leaving.”
Huffing, Michelangelo glances behind him once more, only to see the light in the alley has disappeared. A cold feeling suddenly runs through his body, and he shivers, shaking himself off afterwards. He had a weird feeling of premonition, and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all.
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Can you do a vampire Mikey x F!Reader but in bayverse and with prompts and can you do a lemon/Smut for it too
58. Turtle bedroom 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 74. “Just relax.” 5. “MINE.” 96. Making out 151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” 89. Mating season 142. “Bite me.” 123. “Don’t hold back.” 79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” also with 32. “Do you trust me?” and Turning into a vampire
Title: Vampire Mating Season
Warning: 18+ NSFW
Pairing: Mikey x Reader
"Argue with me all you want, we both know you belong to me." He growled, tangling his fingers in your hair. He gave it a gentle pull to test the waters, and when he seen no resistance, he smirked.
"Your body seems to know that." He whispered against the skin of your neck sending shivers down your spine and creating goosebumps on your arms.
He stood behind you with one hand resting against your waist, while the other pulled your hair to keep you from claming up. He wanted to keep your neck exposed so he could kiss it and flick his tongue against the sensitive flesh.
He was fully prepared to make you his, and you knew it. You could feel it in the pit of your stomach, or maybe that was the butterflies he created by being so close.
You had never seen him this way, he was always goofy and bubbly, but today he watched you like a preditor does its prey. You squirmed just at the thought of knowing you couldn't put up a fight against him.
He brushes his fingers against your waist, finding his way under your shirt so he could glide his cold fingertips against your side. Oh, he absolutely couldn't wait any longer.
"I want you to get rid of him… your mine. I'll kill him if he ever comes close to you again." He mumbled into your ear.
"He was just offering to help me…" You breathed out. You didn't mean to sound so weak, but how could you keep your composure when you were trapped in the arms of a huge mutant who could break every bone in your body.
Not that he would. He'd kill for you. He'd never lay a finger on you unless he knew it was something you consented to. That's what made him so special, that's what made this feeling so exhilarating.
He could kill you if he wanted, yet he chooses to make love to you.
He released you from his grasp and wasted no time to throw you over his shoulder, so he could toss you on his bed. He climbed on top of you and pressed one knee against your soaking wet entrance. Even with your panties and shorts on he could feel it.
You tensed up and tried to squirm away, but he pushed his knee as close to you as physically possible. He grabbed your wrist and held them above your head.
"Just relax, doll." He assured you in a husky voice. Gosh, how that made you feel like you were floating. You hesitantly did as he said, and he released your wrist so he could tug at the hems of your shirt. "May I?"
You nodded a little to fast, and he chuckled at your eagerness. He pulled it above your head, then made quick work out of your bra as well.
"Fuck…" He grunted, "You're so much more beautiful than I could have ever imagined…"
Was he admitting he thought about you naked? Your face was burning, and your clit throbbed. You wondered if he could feel it. He wouldn't take his eyes off you, more specifically your stomach.
With one hand he slid it along your side and smirked at the reaction your body made. You instantly arched against him, your mind and body wanting more. He started to unbutton your shorts and you helped him take the rest of your clothes off.
He smashed his lips against yours, catching you by surprise, but you soon melted into the kiss and allowed his tongue to wrestle with yours. He sucked on your bottom lip, and nibbled at it.
Your hands found the hems of his bandana and you used it to pull him closer. You weren't going to let him pull away until you had your fill, that was, until you realized breathing was necessary. The two of you pulled away panting, fighting to catch your breath, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you.
"Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?" He questioned. He didn't seem to be looking for a real answer, and before you knew it he had your legs pushed up so he could place his throbbing manhood against your entrance.
It leaked precum, and he rubbed it against your clit to make sure you were gonna be ready for him.
You whimpered when he quickly shoved his entire length inside of you, but soon your walls accepted the new sensation.
He leaned his forehead against your, and his eyes searched yours for approval. You took note of how lustful they were, yet so soft. You wondered how long he would last until he devoured you despite the love he showed.
"Bite me, baby." He mumbled, then tilted his head so you could attack his neck. You looked at him with a puzzled expression, but still complied. "Don't hold back."
Your lips met his scaly skin, and you sinked your teeth into the flesh of his neck. He grunted in pleasure, so you bit him harder until the taste of blood filled your mouth.
It was a foul taste. You quickly pulled away, but before you had the chance to spit any of it out, his lips met yours in a hungry kiss.
"Lay back and let me take care of you." He slowly pulled away, then began to push in and out of you. He loved the warm feeling of being inside of you, enjoying how your walls shaped around him. Only him. He was planning to make sure you, along with everyone else knew you were owned by him.
Your body moved in sync with his, and your moans filled the air. He couldn't get enough of the sound you made. He shoved into you harder and faster having noticed how you clenched around him tighter with every thrust.
"Do you trust me?" He breathed out close to your ear.
"Y-yes, oh fuck…" You moaned out. You almost didn't notice the sharp fangs glistening against the dim room light, but you definitely noticed the pain of his teeth piercing your neck.
You made a sound of displeasure, a small shriek escaping your bruised lips, but all he did was bring his hand to your mouth to shush you.
"I told you I'm going to make you mine." And suddenly it all clicked. It was mating season, he was a vampire, and you would be his mating partner until he had enough.
And thus contenuied into the late night hours until you were leaking his cum out of you.
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