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fluffytriceratops · 9 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 [𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞]

notes: donnie reacting to y/n pulling him in for a kiss by his belt. mikey is next~ i have so many requests to write asdfkjghjhfg. but i'm excited hehe.

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click here to read raph's ver.

warnings: mature language, nsfw mentions/sexual themes.

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @rheawritesforfun @s-s-ironnie @post-apocalyptic-daydream @mysticboombox @drowninghell @lec743 @raphielover @raphslovemuffin80 @squirrelfurs @bibiz82 @pheradream-15 @kikithedreamerwriter

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i love you all sm! i hope you have a lovely day/night! i'm sending all the virtual hugs to you!! <3

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- immediately his eyebrows would raise. and he'd glance down at where your hands rested comfortably on his belt.

- he would gulp, taken aback by the move.

- hands raised, as he wouldn't be sure where to put them, too stunned in the moment to think straight.

- he'd be a flustered mess. stammering and continuously flicking his gaze from your face to your lips.

- if you smirked at him, you'd drive him absolutely nuts.

- he would let out a small groan at the feeling of your lips against his own. when you'd pull away, his hands would shoot to you and pull you against him again for more.

- he'd lick his lips after the kiss, voice caught in his throat.

- he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of you.

- you'd tilt your head to the side and look up at him with a flirtatious grin. "what's up, donnie?"

- you'd fake innocence, and he'd see straight through it. causing his grip to tighten on you. and a low churr to escape his chest.

- "you.." he swallowed thickly. "you shouldn't have done that.."

- blinking up at him, you stop yourself from smirking as you replied. "why not?"

- "it's a dangerous game." he'd murmur, bending himself downwards closer to you. eyes continuing to jump from your own to your lips.

- "i like danger." you'd whisper, gripping him tightly, tempting him even further as you swiped your tongue across your lower lip.

- as predicted, donnie watched the movement with a hitch of his breath.

- "you sure?" he hummed, nipping at your jawline and neck.

- your head lolled back, giving him more access.

- you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from moaning. "positive."

- all the while this was happening, he'd back you into a table (if you were in the lab/your room) or the wall.

- his arms would cage you between him, hands planted firmly on the wall or gripping the edge of the table. head tilted towards you as he traveled his mouth up from your exposed collar bone back to your lips.

- in all your haze, you wouldn't even notice your clothes had been removed.

- he'd fuck you into the wall. right where you stood.

- shaky legs, heavy pants and melodic moans would fill the room.

- music to both of your ears.

- and when you were done? he'd take you to a different spot and do it all over again.

- both you and donnie learned to love belt kisses.

- but now you know it's only something you can do in private, when the others aren't around. because the outcome would definitely scar them~

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xtreklx · 9 months

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Bumpin' ~ Raphael x reader

One-shot: bayverse Raphael x reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: SFW, fluff, slightly mature themes (rated 17+, see my masterlist for disclaimer)

A/N: a self-indulging one-shot I thought up for Raphie boy. thanks for reading!

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"Y/N, I'm boooooooored."

Michelangelo let out a long, drawn-out sigh and turned to look at you. You were both strewn about the living room of the lair, him on the floor and you on the couch. This time was normally used for your weekly Mortal Kombat sesh, but Donatello had shut off the lair's power to make a repair, so the two of you were forced to find an alternative activity. Which sounded like a simple task, but had since proven the opposite.

You mimicked your friend's long-drawn out sigh with a smirk on your face. "Yeah, I bet Don decided on purpose to do this right now," you replied. "Not that I blame him, we do get pretty loud when we game." You were laying on the couch as you spoke, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone's home screen and hoping that an app or notification would give you some sort of inspiration.

You thought for a moment as Mikey continued his mock sighs, which were rising in both volume and drama, before turning to him with an idea. "Hey Mikey, do you use Spotify to listen to music?" He looked to you again before pulling out his phone. "Yeah, team Spotify all the way! Why?"

You sat up with a new invigoration. "We should create a blended playlist!" You exclaimed, opening the app on your phone. "We can compare our music tastes and see what we have in common, it'll be fun!" Mikey sat up from his spot on the floor and handed you his phone with the Spotify app open. "Hell yeah, girl! I'm always in the mood to bump some tunes! Lemme go get my speaker." And with that, he took off to his room.

You got to work with both of your phones in your hand. When he returned, you hit shuffle on your blended playlist and the music started flowing from the speaker. You moved to sit next to him on the floor.

"When I look at the playlist story, it says we have a 56% music match." "Okaaaaaaay, that's not too bad," Mikey replied. "Where do we match up, dudette?" You tapped the screen again, showing him. "Our number one match is Tyler the Creator. That makes sense, I listen to him a lot!" "No way, me too!" Mikey exclaimed. "He's definitely one of my fave artists."

The two of you began chatting away and singing along to songs as they came up, while unknowingly summoning a third party.

"Poor Don'll never get the quiet time he wants," Raphael spoke, shaking his head as he walked into the living room from the dojo. His gruff voice startled you from behind and your heart rate increased, as it often did around the short-tempered brother. You had had a crush on him for a few months now, but were far too intimidated and nervous to make a move, so it went unaddressed. The turtle in question strolled over and plopped down on the couch, looking down at you both on the floor. "What're you two idiots doing, anyway?"

"We're just bumpin' some tunes, bro!" Mikey called, shaking his head to the beat of the song playing. "We're comparing our music tastes!" You excitedly said. "And actually, we're using a very technical algorithm, so this is in the name of science! Donnie couldn't argue with that," you grinned up to the turtle in red. Raph rolled his eyes but let a small smirk grace his features in return. Dork.

"Alright dollface. Since it's so impressive, show me how it works."

You explained the process to him as Mikey continued to jam to the music playing from his speaker. Raph listened and examined the blended playlist you had created. "Hmm... Y/N, see what ours would look like," he pondered, reaching for his phone. Again, your heart sped up, but you breathed out an "O-okay" and took his phone from him. As you tapped the screen, you ignored Mikey wiggling his brows at you in your peripheral vision, knowing about your feelings toward his brother.

When you finished, you gasped slightly, and turned the screen to Raph. "We're at 84%!!!" you squealed, showing him where your favorite artists intertwined. You scrolled through the playlist to see a mix of heavy metal, grunge, classic rock, R&B and rap. Tyler the Creator was also listed as one of your top matching artists.

"No way," the brute scoffed, leaning towards you so that he could look over your shoulder at your blended playlist. You both pointed out which songs were your favorite and why, and also chatted about the favorite artists you had in common. Your nerves eased as you connected with him, your heart thrumming at the realization that he was being... kind of vulnerable with you. You were getting to see a part of Raph that he had never shown you before.

All of the sudden, the song changed to 'Dogtooth' by Tyler the Creator, and Mikey jumped up, hollering. You gasped with joy, and you both looked to each other with excitement. "I love this song!!!" You both yelled, and then: "JINX!" You laughed hard as Mikey ran from the living room, yelling the lyrics at the top of his lungs, 100% looking to annoy his other older brothers.

As your laughing ceased and you turned back to Raph, you took in a quick breath as you realized how close you two were leaning in before the outburst. You were still on the floor, but had scooted towards his spot on the couch until you were practically leaning on his lap. You could feel his warm breath brush your face, and he got an amused look on his face as he gazed at you.

Your eyes widened naturally with the proximity, and after a moment of silence and staring at each other, you opened your mouth you speak. But before you could, Raph began rapping along to the song playing from Mikey's speaker, a growing smirk on his face and a unique glint in his hazel eyes as he watched you.

"She could ride my face, I don't want nothin' in return. Except for some her time and all her love, that's my concern. I'm tryna buy my neighbor's house..."

The eye contact he was giving you in this moment could only be described one way: heavy. And your face turned beet red. The closeness, his gaze, his smirk, the words- it was all too much for your poor heart to take.

"R-raph, w-what are you doing?"

"I'm just bumpin' some tunes, dollface."

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homeheroine · 7 months

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ROTTMNT Donnie x Reader | First Kiss Blurb |

Author's note : I have been ICHING to write for so long but I just haven't been inspired recently. If you have idea or request pleaseee request. If you do don't forget to read my rules because they have been updated! Thanks!!

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What a cold night it was in the lab. This temperature was typical of early October in NY. The cold weather made the lair quieter since it eased the cold blooded inhabitants into a sleep much sooner. Donnie though, was attempting to fight the sleepiness that was taking over. Not only was he usually sleepy because of his unhealthy sleeping habits but the cold temp was taking a real toll on him. His eyelids were heavy and the scribbles of equations on his paper were being to look more like a jumbled mess. Donnie furrowed his brow, turning his head to look at the time.

8:47 p.m.

He squinted at digital clock that hung on the wall diagonal to his desk. It was basically only 9 and he was about to fall asleep on his equations! His eyes lowered down to you, seated in the purple arm chair that sat directly below the glowing clock. Your face was illuminated in the dark lab by the blue glow of your phone screen. A sneeze racked through you and into the quiet room.

Donnie grimaced at this. It was cold for you too. You should go home. He thinks. Groaning he pushes himself away from his desk and stretches his aching back.

He hears your soft steps get louder as you approach. He peaks open an eye staring at you through his stretching.

"You look terrible." You joke leaning against his desk. You weren't wrong, his eye bags were dark and his voice was horse from lack of use.

Releasing a sigh he turns to you. Giving you a cold look, signaling he is not in the mood to joke. "The lair's temperature is rapidly dropping due to the time of year and the late hour. You should see yourself home." His voice robotic as he leaded over to look as his inchoarent work. He heard you sigh, disappointed, it sounded. He hated disappointing you. He felt he did it often, it was just so much easier to push you away then to try to fight himself for your... approval? Your friendship? His brow furrowed even deeper this time. But not because of the mess of equations that laid before him. Why did he even want those things from you?

Your voice calls his attention away, "Well since you want me gone so bad, I'll get going now." You laugh softly, in a joking manner, he guesses, he hopes. "Goodnight Don." You breath, turning to leave.

Donnie's heart chokes at your sad sounding goodbye. He wishes he could say something, anything to make you stay, but he just doesn't have the words.

Without thinking he reaches out for your departing hand. Catching it gently. You look back surprised. You knew Donnie wasn't one for touch, always allowing Donnie to initiate whenever he felt comfortable. Soft pats on the back, fist bumps and even a gentle side hugs as a greeting and goodbye. All of those felt like a social obligation, a "have to" in order to make the others feel seen. That's what you thought Donnie felt when he made those physical interactions. This contact though was different. There was no room for the eyes of others, no social rule needing to be filled. It was just the two of you. And the way his thumb softly rubbed against your hand sent a message that you'd never gotten from him before.

Donnie cleared his throat, a tactile stall he convinced himself. Not that he was nervous...... he was nervous.... he had no plan! Why did he do this! He had nothing to say to you, nothing but pure instinct pushed him here.

"uhhh." He blushed, looking up at you finally. You stared back, curiosity dancing in your eyes. What was he up to?

He didn't even know.

He straightened up hoping his height advantage would give him some confidence, some leverage over how your eyes seemed to swallow him up. "I-- you- you confuse me. Y/N." He tried to make more sense of what he was trying to say, "You make my actions an anomaly. I can't ever predict what I will do around you... you make me- you make me stupid."

You made a face, "I was just leaving you know." Catching your expression he quickly tagged on, "No no I didn't mean it in a bad way- I- I don't think. I just-" He looked into your eyes again, asking? Pleading? Pleading. Pleading for you to understand what he was leaving unsaid.

"Don, I don't understand..... Is this your way of telling me you- you don't want me around anymore?" Your tone was sad, trickling on the edge of tears. You moved your hand out of his.

Donnie's heart sank. No no no! He couldn't bare to see you sad and the fact that he was the one who did this to you shredded his heart. You were his partner, his confidant his best friend.... his crush. The gears in his mind finally snapped into rotation. Like a lightbulb going off, he finally understood why the room suddenly got hot whenever you entered. Why he felt he couldnt speak a word to you without tripping up. Why, no matter how hard he tried to cool the heat that spread on his face when you completemented his work just wouldnt go away. He finally understood. He was in love with you.

He didn't have any hypothesis going into this and he sure as hell couldn't predict what he would do next. Grabbing both of your hands suddenly he pressed his lips to yours.

Your eyes shot open peering at his tightly closed ones. You kissed back, letting him lead as usual when it came to physical contact.

The kiss was soft, even though he initially came in very quick. His lips were soft, if not a little chapped from his nervous biting. He let out a soft noise as you kissed back and placed your hands on his shoulders. He had no plan, you could tell by the way he nervously fidgided with your hands.

Donnie was a mess, his mind racing with what he had just done. Strategies of how to explain himself flying through his mind. Fear crawling onto his back. He almost pulled away until he felt you kiss back. Your hands landing on his shoulders cleared his racing mind, acting as a ground for him. He couldn't help but let out a soft noise at your unknown kindness. You always knew how to make him feel like million bucks, even now with his less than perfect confession.

Your silent reciprocation gave him enough confidence to shakily place his hands on your waist, squeezing your sides gently. Leaning into the kiss more you both sighed, as you silently encouraged him to continue.

The kisses grew quicker and more hasty as Donnie soon realized how much he needed this. How much he needed you.

All this time he wasn't able to understand his feelings, why you made him feel so "strange", he understood now. He pressed into you more making you lean against the desk behind you again. One of his hands moved from your waist to your face. Turning you so he could deepen the kiss. You smiled under his lips as you realized he was enjoying this. Feeling your soft smile melted him, all he wanted was to do good by you. And this smile was for him. This smile was because of him. He felt like putty.

He pulled away, only for you to chase after him whining about the sudden end.

Donnie's fingertips came to his lips, feeling the imprint of your kisses left behind. He such his eyes, the feeling over taking him. This was more than he thought he would ever get with you. He was so content with the approval you had given him before, but now he craved it. He craved you.

"Don?" You piped up breaking the silence, "Are you- was- was that ok?"

Donnie opened his eyes. Staring back into yours he replied, "Can we- can we do that again?"

Foot note : i love writing pre confession/pre relationship fics, they are literally my favs. Lemme know if you guys would like leo or raph or mikey!

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tmntxthings · 2 years

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hi! So I was hoping you could make a story about Leo accidentally drank a love potion thinking it was a new brand of soda and always wants to be with the reader now and the reader just accept it’s now?

thank you ☺️!!

Sugar Pie Honey Bunch

author’s note: 🤭 such a cute idea, thank you for requesting~~ hope you enjoy <3 (title reference to the movie strange magic)

warnings: slight angst, fluff, slight cursing

> donnie’s < > raph’s < > mikey’s < > casey’s <

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“Ohhhh Y/n~~~~”

You groaned at the sound. Leo hasn’t left you alone for two weeks straight. You kept quiet hoping he wouldn’t check Raph’s room. But that only had him calling out for you louder, making a ruckus in the lair.

Splinter yelled at him to ‘BE QUIET’ and something about one of his shows just getting good. You knew it was only a matter of minutes before Leo pulled out his ultimate weapon. And no sooner you saw a tiny blue circle start to form.

Let’s start from the beginning. The turtles had dragged you to Hueso’s, your first time ever eating there. And somehow after ordering drinks a sparkly pink drink ended up at the table. No one had ordered it but Leo being such a dare devil decided to give it a try. “What?! It’s a free drink!” Leo said nonchalantly. Raph had told him not to, “You don’t know what that could be! And look at it! It’s like the drink is alive or something,” Raph said suspiciously eyeing the drink from his corner of the booth.

He was right, ever since it had been placed on the table it was like the liquid swirled and moved without anyone touching the straw. Mikey looked at Leo, “you won’t!” he goaded his older brother. And that was all it took as Leo dragged the glass to him, took the straw out, gave Raph a wink and Mikey a smirk as he downed the entire thing. Donnie smacked his forehead at the absurdity and Raph mumbled something under his breath. Now the seating arrangement turned out to be very important in this situation.

Leo and Donnie were sitting together on one side of the booth, while Raph, you and Mikey were squished on the other side. So when Leo’s glazed eyes opened after drinking the last drop and they landed directly on you, it was like electricity could be felt in the air. He sighed no- more like swooned in his seat as he leaned forward over the table and slurred, “Y/n have I ever told you how beauutiful you arrre??”

Everyone including you, was staring at Leo dumbfounded. “If my calculations are correct, from the pinkness, to the fizziness, and way it moved… Leo just downed about a pint of a love potion,” Donnie concurred. Your hands smacked down on the table, “anddd you thought it best to say that AFTER he drank it??” You narrowed your eyes at the purple turtle who looked up from his phone finally, and gave you a shrug, “he would’ve done it anyway whether I said what it was or not.”

You sighed, he was right about that. And you jumped out of your skin as Leo reached over and grabbed your hands from the table. “Why aren’t you paying any attention to me?” He pouted and all his brothers made gagging noises. You couldn’t help but laugh, and slowly pulled your hands away, patting his gently, “Leo, you’re under a love potion” you tried explaining to him, even though you didn’t know the first thing about love potions just that now they were suddenly real!

“Yeah I’m totally in love with you,” he corrected you and smiled dreamily. Back to the here and now, the blue portal was big enough for his head to pop through looking around, “Aha! You’re in Raph’s room,” and ducked his head out of the portal as it closed. He came running into his older brother’s room. “Why don’t you come hang out in my room?” He whined as he approached you. Stopping just shy of practically climbing on top of you.

Leo craved your presence at all times. It had been funny at first, watching him wait on you hand and foot. He literally never told you no for anything. But after a while it got to be too much, and when you had asked Donnie when the potion should wear off he had shrugged. “It varies on how strong the potion was made and how much he drank, and he did consume the entire glass so I’d be willing to estimate a month,”

You sighed, you still had a whole week left. “We were playing hide and seek!” You lied to him and his eyes lit up. “Well I found you,” he chuckled and leaned in impossibly closer, “do I get a prize?” He looked down to your lips and you couldn’t help your blush. Leo had been getting bolder and less innocent as time passed. “Nope! You cheated, no portaling allowed!” His eyes teared up, “But I couldn’t find you!!” he whined as he reached out and grabbed the bottom hem of your hoodie.

He did that a lot too. If he couldn’t kiss or hug you, he grabbed onto your clothes or hand. It would be really endearing if he wasn’t under a potion. You refrained from rolling your eyes, it was his fault, but you couldn’t blame him too much. “Okay okay, I’m sorry don’t cry,” you grabbed his hand and stood. He let you pull him out of Raph’s room, him sniffling the entire time, holding back tears. When you entered his room he stopped, seeming to relax more now that you were in his space.

“I don’t wanna play hide and seek anymore,” he said squeezing your hand. “Alright, what do you wanna do?” you asked. Hide and seek had been your go to game to get Leo to leave you alone for a little while. But you were resigned to your fate as he pulled you into an embrace. Heart racing stupidly as you tried to tell yourself this was just a potion. “Let’s cuddle! Oh and watch movies! Do you want popcorn?” Leo got really excited about doing regular things together. Things that before the potion, he never made a big deal about. “Yes to the movies and popcorn,” you said carefully making sure he realized it was a no to cuddling.

“Get comfy! I’ll be right back!!” He said happily, choosing to ignore what went unsaid. As he ran out of his room only to stumble back in after a few seconds, he came right back up to you. “Yes?” You questioned, “I forgot..” he said shyly, “Forgot what?” and no sooner had you asked he rushed forward kissing you chastely and ran back out of the room in glee. You were shocked to say the least, as your hands came forward to press against your lips. You were blushing so hard, “damn it!” you said going to sit on Leo’s bed.

You were frustrated with yourself for enjoying this so much. So every time you felt a blush or happy at his lovable behavior you got angry. It wasn’t real! None of it, and by the time the month was over Leo wouldn’t feel what he was feeling now. You needed to calm down but tears at the prospect of the future were threatening to fall down your cheeks. “Get a grip,” you muttered to yourself as you covered your face with your hands. Breathing in and out deeply.

You had always had a crush on the blue turtle. So all his advances made your heart flutter even though your mind knew it was only the love potion. It was a constant battle between your emotions and rationality. But if you tried to stay away from Leo it only made him upset, and truly you didn’t want to be away from him either, you just wanted the real him back. Even if he didn’t feel the same way you did, it was better than knowing it was all fake. You sighed and when you dragged your hands down your face you almost jumped out of Leo’s bed.

He was right in front of you! Sometimes you forgot how good a ninja he was, or maybe you had been so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you just hadn’t heard him return. He was looking at you with the strangest expression on his face like he was conflicted, “why are you crying?” he asked softly. You didn’t want to talk about it to love potion Leo, so you shook your head, “it’s nothing, c’mon let’s watch Lou Jistu or something,” you said trying to distract him. When you tried backing away from him further onto his bed he followed you. Your eyes widened when you came to the edge of his bed and your back met a wall. He was hovering over you now, “tell me please,” he refrained from touching you which you found very strange. He was usually very handsy.

“I just,” you blew out a breath, were you really going to spill and tell love-potion Leo that you had a big fat crush on him? He’d just immediately start kissing you and not get the point at all. That he wasn’t actually himself right now! That this all just meant nothing, and when you admitted that to yourself it felt like someone had just sliced open your heart. “You won’t understand,” you tried to reason with him and he shook his head, “try me” not backing down until he knew what was wrong. Why you had tears in your eyes and stains running down your cheeks.

“I’ve been crushing on you for a while Leo… so this whole love potion thing was fun at first but it hurts now. It hurts knowing what I feel is real and what you feel isn’t.” There you said it, in a rush of words that all hurt to say but you did it. Instead of what you thought was going to happen, him jumping around the room happily or try to mush his face to yours he seemed surprised. “For how long?” He asked seriously, “I think ever since we first met…” you said quietly.

“Y/n.. don’t be mad.. but the potion wore off a week ago,” Leo was smiling down at you. And you blinked in response taking in what he just said. “What?” You said dumbfounded. “I was pretending.. this whole week to be under love potion influence,” Leo explained sheepishly, a hand going behind his neck rubbing there. You pushed at his plastron angrily, moving to get out of his bed, “wait don’t go!” he said in a rush, as he beat you to the doorway. “You thought this was funny???” Your voice raised in anger and embarrassment. “Seeing my stupid reactions??”

“What?! No Y/n that’s not true,” he said shaking his head, eyes imploring you to believe him. “Move Leo, I’m leaving.” Your arms were wrapped around yourself, like if you held yourself tightly you wouldn’t fall apart. You couldn’t believe it had all been some prank! That he was actually in a right state of mind and just toying with you, annoying you and and, then you thought of all the lovely compliments and the fleeting touches. “What is wrong with you?!” You cried out, hurt more than ever and Leo winced, “Y/n please just listen to me” he begged going down on his knees.

When you said nothing he continued, “I liked you before the potion and I liked you during the potion and I like you now! I feel the same way as you and just, it felt so nice being able to express how I really feel without having to fear the rejection, I realize that was wrong of me! And I’m really sorry!!” His words tumbled out quickly like he couldn’t get them out fast enough, he worried you wouldn’t listen. That he had taken it too far. But he meant every word.

“You liked me before the potion?” You repeated, stunned at his confession. “Yes!” He said rising from his knees as he scooped you up in his arms. “Please forgive me for being so stupid,” he murmured in your hair. You sighed and he tensed up, “I don’t know..” you felt him sag, deflated that he had ruined his chances, “I guess I’ll let it slide this one time…” you finished, reaching out your arms returning his hug, fingers caressing his shell.

He picked you up immediately, “Really?!” his eyes were bright with hope as he spun you around in his arms. “Yes!” You laughed and he churred, nuzzling his face into your neck, feeling relieved. “But don’t you ever do anything like that again!” You said and he nodded into your neck, saying into your skin, “never again!” And he leaned his head back to look you in your eyes, “no more pretending,” he said seriously and looked down to your lips in question. You surged forward, answering him, kissing him.

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imashoe69420 · 1 year

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Rise!Bros X Reader: Christmas Mistletoes

Summary: The turtles react to being under the mistletoe with them.

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (they/them)

Relationships: Dating but not official

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Leo

• You were helping him carry groceries into the kitchen to prepare for Christmas dinner when he began using Christmas themed pick-up lines on you while you both stood in the doorway of the kitchen.

• Soon, Mikey gasped, pointing between the both of you.

• “You guys gotta kiss now!”

• Shocked at his exclamation, you both gazed up at where Mikey was pointing to see a mistletoe hanging down in the middle of the doorway.

• Leo sputtered while you avoided eye contact. You guys didn’t kiss that often, so it was always awkward at first.

• “Well, rules are rules.” The blue turtle chuckled with a shrug in an attempt to ease the tension.

• Without much thought, you stood on your tippy toes and quickly peck his lips.

• Leo stood astonished at your sudden authority, a dark green gracing his cheeks.

• He then grabbed your face and kissed you softly. When you two parted, he laughed.

• “This better be your best Christmas present to date.”

Raph

• You and Raph were putting up Christmas decorations. (You two were the ones who put all the mistletoes up in the first place.)

• When you were trying to reach a doorway, Raph quickly offered to help.

• Your hands made contact at the top of the doorway and your heart nearly jumped into your throat.

• Raph had the same feeling as he glanced down at you.

• “I think we screwed ourselves.” You laughed.

• The snapping turtle snickered before cupping your cheek and pecking your lips.

Mikey

• “Hey, (Y/N), look!” Mikey drew your attention.

• When you turned to look at him, you instantly cringed.

• In his hand was a mistletoe and he was headed straight towards you.

• “Mikey, no, it has to be in a doorway!” You stood to your feet.

• He ignored you and chased you around the lair with the mistletoe in hand.

• Eventually, you ran out of breath and he held the plastic leaves and red berries between the both of you.

• “Don’t be a sore loser, (Y/N).”

• You grumbled and ended up kissing him on the cheek.

Donnie

• Donnie was a special case because he didn’t believe in traditional holiday festivities.

• “C’mon, Dee,” you tried to convince him, “they can be fun!”

• “I refuse to partake in the glorification of a large man coming down the chimney to rob me of my cookies and milk but then leave me and my whole household gifts that he somehow knew we all wanted.”

• You weren’t exactly sure what he meant, but you shrugged and strutted over to him.

• “Fine. Then I guess you don’t wanna kiss me then.”

• Donnie furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

• “You can only kiss me under the mistletoe.” You pointed across the lab towards the entrance where a mistletoe hung in the doorway.

• The turtle hummed to himself before a robotic arm extended from his Battle Shell. It reached across the room and grabbed the mistletoe off the doorframe.

• When it drew back, it hung the plant above the both of them.

• Without a word, Donnie leaned forward and pecked you gently.

• “I—you—you can’t…” you stuttered. “You have to be… under the doorway.”

• He smirked and then returned to his stoic expression so quick you weren’t sure if you’d even seen it.

• “You should’ve led with that.”

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Rottmnt weird drabble/one shot because I have anxiety so Leo has anxiety too.

Based on a headcanon you can find here.

Leo was at the verge of a panic attack. No, he was going into a full anxiety spiral. The best part? He was currently having a family dinner.

Everyone was having fun. Raph was stuffing his face with Mikey's meatballs, April was trying to prevent him from choking, his twin was recording everything with his phone, his father was scolding him for using his phone during a family event, Mikey was still cooking in April's kitchen and Draxum and himself were having a smooth conversation about biology. About literal photosynthesis to be precise. He might hate him but he has to admit Draxum really knew how to get him to talk.

There were oh so many details in every single thing his family was doing right now, but he's brain chose to focus on himself. How selfish.

Draxum was rambling about his favourite photosystem when it hit him. The increased heart rate, the tunnel vision, the distorted hearing, the nausea, the damn choking sensation and that fucking piercing pain in his chest that just won't go away for the rest of the week.

Why did his anxiety have to be such an opportunistis?

He stared at Draxum like he was trying to read his soul out loud. Leo could hear him but he wasn't listening. No words seem to get into his brain but the usual 'you're nothing but your brothers', 'too little too late for redemption', 'you'll never change', 'under that mask is a scared little boy'.

Did Draxum just make him a question? He could tell by Draxum's body language.

"So?" Said Draxum to the turtle that barely registrated anything but the strong static in his ears.

Masking this kind of things was easy for him. He just had to ignore and endure it in equal proportions and play face man. He could do it, he was the face man! The actor! The lier among them! Misleading was his specialty.

He would just put on another layer of paint to his mask and flee forward.

"I'm not sure." Leo said a bit too low but steadily nonetheless.

"Well, if you are not sure, I could suggest a few scientific articles". Draxum replayed, apparently content enough with the poor answer.

Draxum was suddenly silent, already used to Leon's seemingly infinite energy for conversation, waiting for him to say something.

So he said the first thing he could muster, the quickest he could: "I-I'd love to read t-them".

That was clearly not a good plan.

It had begun. The stuttering, because his poor mouth couldn't keep up with his anxious brain. He hated that. He's good hiding his panic in plain sight but his stupid stuttering is something he can't control or cover! He could only go mute and hope he's not asked many questions because of it.

But going mute would be extremely suspicious when he's literally in the middle of a conversation!

"Ok...?"

Ok, Draxum was a bit confused, he could work with that. That is fixable. As long as he can keep a low profile he's good.

But his breathing was getting more and more erratic and being and acuatic turtle didn't actually help keep the need to just breath at bay.

Could he fix this?

'Of course not, you're useless!'

'You're eyes are watering, you big crybaby!'

'Just flee. They're not gonna miss you anyway '

'They're better off without you'

He took a big, deep, audible, shaky breath and surrendered.

"Are you ok, bro?" Mikey, bless his soul, had just entered to room and immediately noticed his struggle, taking over the conversation. "Barry, mind if I steal my brother from you for a sec?"

Mikey did not wait for an official answer, he grabbed Leo by the wrist and forced him out of the room. That, in all honesty, scared the holy shit out of Leonardo. And everybody else.

He felt a little naked now that he wasn't around his whole family, but at least the living room smelled like April. It was a nice smell to focus his mind on.

"Leo... It might not be anything serious- and I hope it isn't! -but..."

"I-I'm hav-ing a p-panic a-attack".

Another shaky breath was all it took for Leo to become a hyperventilating and sobbing mess.

That image just fits too well 😙

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𝗯𝗮𝘆! 𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 | bedtime argument

Raphael ✷ Grayson ( dating ) MASTERLIST

ᕦ(๏益๏)ᕥ: when stupid argument turn into a cuddle session with the hotheaded ninja.

WARNINGS: ocs, first pov, cuddling, slight tension, harsh words.

NOTE: this can be read as a reader insert, so enjoy ❤️

IT WAS A PETTY argument, one that I couldn’t even remember how or why it started. But it was still an argument, and it left me fuming with my boyfriend. My very hotheaded, burly, boyfriend – who right now, was lying on his side of the bed, eyes sharp as the Sai he wields as he stared down at me.

"Why are ya' actin' like a brat?" The fuck? His words came off gruff, and the tone he used caused my blood to boil. Did he really just call me a brat?

"Brat? Seriously?" I snipped, the angle I was in giving me a perfect view of his face. I squinted my eyes up at him. I know this was childish, but the petty side of me was strong. So I did the most logical and expected thing any girlfriend would do when pissed off at their boyfriend. I grabbed a handful of my thick duvet, jerking it up my body until it reached under my chin, “I’ll show you a frackin’ brat!”

This time, instead of egging him on to get a rise out of him, I swiftly rolled over and faced away, curling under the blanket to hide myself from his glare. I could feel the bed shift from behind me, dibbing deep from the weight of the burly turtle. There was a gruff huff, and I knew Raphael was even more annoyed now.

I felt the bed shift again, and I could only assume he was rolling onto the back of his shell, given the fact the matress jostled with his movements, as if he were having a little trouble getting comfortable. After that, a deafing silence filled my room and the only sounds was of us breathing. I'm sure a whole hour passed, and by then, I had calmed to the point I started to feel bad.

All I wanted to do now is roll over, curl into his arms, and pepper kisses on his face until he showed me that breath taking smirk I loved so much. But the stubborn side of me wouldn't allow that. Raphael couldn't think what he said earlier was okay. Sure, calling me a Brat pissed me off, but that wasn't the reason I was upset.

He had just come through my window in a pissy mood because things at the lair where tense, him and Leo butting heads again, so naturally he was already upset, with his quick temper and rebellious attitude. I know he had a hard time controlling his actions when it came to following his older brothers demands for their team. But what started our argument was something so so stupid, and I should have known telling him to give Leo a break would set him off.

Raphael just wanted someone to take his side for once, but I didn't, instead I took his older brothers side. Though, it wasn't with ill intent. I only said what I said because it was true. Leo could be an ass sometimes, but the guy had the stress of protecting his younger brothers, and on top of that, he was the leader. And when I tried telling Raph that, it didn't play out the way I had hoped.

"If ya' wanna defend Fearless so bad, why don't ya' date him instead,"

Those words had hurt, but I knew he didn't mean them. It was very, and I mean very rare for Raphael to get snippy with me like that. But tonight, I caught him in one his worst moods, and I should have approched the situation better. Though, I wasn't going to give in and let him think speaking to me like that was okay.

Cause it's not, and he won't do it again. I couldn't give in to his tough-guy charm, which always made my heart flutter in the most alluring way.

I kept my eyes closed, hoping soon, sleep would take me so I wouldn't just fold.

Just as I was starting to relax, and drift into sleep, the feeling of three large fingers incasing the side of my shoulder had me wide awake and on guard. At first, I reached up, pushing his hand away, trying to show him I meant business. But then, the bed dipped as he rolled to face me and a muscled arm around my mid-section made my stubbornness melt away as I was tugged backward into a hard, plastron chest.

His arm slotted under mine as he gently turned my upper half a little so he could see my face, his beak burring into the dip of my shoulder as he laid a small kiss on my skin. A tiny shiver ran down my spine as he let out a small rumble, the deep sound vibrating against my back as he left a trail of soft kisses until he got to my ear and lowly whispered.

"I'm sorry, baby, I shouldn'a spoke to you that way..."

His lips were ghosting over mine as I turned my head, finally getting a good look at those green eyes I loved so much. There was a softness to his gaze, and I could see the regret shining in the pools of his eyes.

My own gaze softened the longer I stared into his eyes, and no words had to be shared, because I knew, he was honestly sorry and he knew he messed up. And he also knew I couldn't stay mad for long, especially not when was staring at me like that, a look I was sure he had learned from Mikey, who oftentimes got anything he wanted when he pulled this expression.

His soft apology had me like putty in his hands, and all I could do in response was nudge my nose against his, laying a soft peck on the scar on his upper lip before grasping the hand that somehow wedged its way on the other side of my head. Turning back around, I sunk into his hold and tugged his arm under my chin, which was slunked over me like a protective blanket. I kissed his knuckles, earning a deep churr in response as he relaxed and laid back, effectively pulling my smaller form closer.

I felt him bury his face into my hair, inhaling deeply "Ya' drive me crazy, babe."

This time, a tiny giggle escaped my lips and I ran my fingers over his forearm, marveling at how rough he was compared to my softness. "You love me for it,"

"Yeah, I do." He murmured, kissing my head once more before dropping his hands to trail the curves of my body that were slotted against his larger form. He rumbled once again, "So fuckin' much,"

MASTERLIST

#bayverse tmnt #bayverse raphael #teenage mutant ninja turtles bayverse #ocs #soft raph is my weakness #tmnt oneshot #raphael x reader #my oc character #tmnt raphael #tmnt raphael being a softie #EDIT: went back and added more to this I COULDN'T HELP IT #x reader tmnt

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captainofthedauntless · 1 year

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Hello!! I just wanna say first I love your work and your doing amazing and if possible I'd like a to request something.

It's my birthday today, and I was wondering if you could write the bayverse tmnt boys and how they would celebrate your birthday or their birthday's if that's ok? I love you and have a great day👋

Hi lovely! Happy Birthday :] I hope it's still the right day LMAO

(Thank you BTW! You are so kind and that means a lot.)

Post-movies HCs below!

I think they all go a little apeshit for birthdays TBH. They are very aware of mortality, risking their asses all the time, and love any excuse to celebrate life.

(Since you didn't specify romantic or platonic, I'll try to do a bit of both! I think the guys would make an effort to know their brothers' partners anyway, so if you're with one they're probably all excited to celebrate with you LMAO)

Don's a sweetheart, okay? Like, to his core. He's sweet and thoughtful and caring, so if you're important to him then it's important to him that he do everything he can to make your big day as special as possible.

This guy totally keeps a list of all the things his loved ones mention through the year that might make good gifts. Things you need fixed, things you need replaced, stuff you want to do- he writes it all down (literally or mentally, I'm not sure). So when your birthday comes around, he's got ideas ready and waiting!

The remote for your TV that only works if it's held at a Very Specific Angle, with a muttered prayer and a sacrifice of chicken nuggets? Replaced, and it probably controls your lights now, too.

You mentioned your computer running slow? He gives you a very professional looking purple coupon for one free computer cleaning, courtesy of DuzMachines LLC, signed by the CEO himself, Donnie Tello. (He looks way too amused by it, honestly.)

Or your hidden passion for table tennis that you only brought up off-handedly six months prior? Well, you better be ready to stretch your wrists, because he assembled a table for it and found a net and paddles and he and Mikey have been practicing to kick your ass.

If you guys are dating, he makes absolutely sure that he gets some solo time with you, away from his family. He leaves all of his tech in the lair (except for his phone and an Absolute Emergency Only panic button, because he's been doing this "save the city" thing long enough to know that if he actually goes off without a way for his brothers to get a hold of him, he'll come back to something on fire or someone bleeding or some sort of bomb going off in Central Park) and takes you for a nice drive. You guys go out in the middle of the night when the traffic is as easy as it'll ever get, and he puts you on DJ duty, and you spend a couple hours just driving around and enjoying each other's company until you end up parked in a quiet spot and he's pulling out a cooler bag of your favorite dessert to share with you.

He stutters a little, but he tells you how much he loves you. How happy you make him. How grateful he is to get to be yours. He kisses you so sweetly that it's even better than the dessert, and when you finally break apart you're smiling and he looks absolutely lovestruck.

"I mean it, you know that?" he says softly, cupping your cheek is his hand and squeezing ever so gently. "I love you."

Leo is micro managing the shit out of his family. Every inch of the lair will be cleaned and prepped for celebrating, okay? If he sees a single pizza box out of place he will be a bitch about it.

He really, really wants to have everything perfect for you.

He's really big on meaningful gifts. He works with April to get you a nice copy of one of his favorite books and writes a heartfelt little note on the first page, wishing you a happy birthday.

Or maybe he's painstakingly curating the perfect playlist of songs that make him think of you and burning them onto a CD, writing your name on the front in that perfect handwriting of his that makes it look like he cares about each letter.

He's the one coordinating all of Mikey's big plans for your big day, too. Leo makes sure everyone's at the lair and settled on time, makes sure that every gift is accounted for and wrapped, makes sure that you know exactly what to expect so you're fully prepared when you walk in to a very happy (read: loud) family gathering.

If you're dating, it's even worse. Everything gets double and triple checked. He makes himself and everyone else a little insane.

And then you come in and grin at him and suddenly the mismatched wrapping paper and clashing bows are more charming and homey than they are frustrating.

Leo makes absolute certain that he gets you alone at the end of the night. It looks like a really natural transition to you, but you know from the big fake yawn Mikey puts on that he isn't nearly as tired as he claims- and knowing your boyfriend, you suspect he had a hand in the comfortable privacy the two of you find yourselves in.

You almost call him out on it, but he's looking at you with so much love it makes your heart ache a little, so you decide to skip the teasing. (For now.)

He gave you a gift with the rest of the group, sure, but now he digs out a cute little box. When you open it, there's a bracelet in just the right metal to contrast gorgeously with your skin, lovingly shaped and formed and perfect.

He's nervous, but it only takes you looking up at him and going "Oh, Leonardo," for him to smile at you again.

"I'm happy to make adjustments to it, if you want."

"If you think I'm letting this out of my sight long enough for that, you are spectacularly incorrect."

He chuckles, and he helps you put it on, and he presses a kiss to your forehead so tenderly you think you may melt right into the floor.

He immediately gives in to you tugging him down to kiss his lips, too.

Obviously, Mikey has exactly zero chill. He goes a lot apeshit. We're talkin' hand-painted banner with your name that goes across the entire living area, a table cloth in your favorite color, every single game and activity you have ever mentioned enjoying all stacked up nice and neat so you can pick whatever you want. You want to play Twister? You bet, baby- he'll even go easy on you. More of a Charades person? He's rounding up the whole crew to play, and Splinter is damn good at it. Mario Kart? You get first dibs on characters and cars. (He will not go easy on you, though. He has a reputation to protect, birthday or not.)

Do not get me started on food.

This guy goes ham. April gets a novel-length shopping list, with your favorite snacks and all the ingredients for your favorite meal and your favorite dessert and he's making mixed drinks that have edible glitter in them. Booze optional- he's a mocktail master, alright?

Leo happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when Mikey does a test run of your meal. Leo proceeds to be stuck because Mike needs a taste tester, and "C'mon, Leo, it's gotta be perfect!", and "No no, just one more tweak, 'kay? Then you're free to go be boring."

(It was not just one more tweak.)

Now, if you're more lowkey, he tries- really really really tries- to keep it chill for you. He does. But he doesn't know how not to do a little something, so you're still getting some Chef Mikey action. Sorry.

If you're dating? Hooooo boy. You are getting smothered in as much affection as you can stand- and he's pretty good at gauging that, so it's only good vibes here. No overload from Mikey, not on your big day! But if you're receptive, you're getting texts right at midnight (despite him being on patrol, BTW) full to the point of bursting with emojis. He follows that up with good morning texts when he gets up. Then it's you coming down to the lair and celebrating and eventually, when things start to slow down a bit, he tugs you away to a secluded corner of their home for cute smooches and big hugs and "Happy birthday, Angel."

("You have a good day?" he asks, eyes big and hopeful and sweet, and when you say yes he scoops you up and spins you just to hear you giggle.)

Raph is actually the only one of the four with any kind of chill- mostly because he is terrified of ruining your day. Birthdays are a huge deal to him, and if he screwed up yours he would legitimately feel guilty until the day he died.

So he keeps it pretty simple. He's a crafty guy, so he might carve you a little wooden decoration for your place, or make you a bowl out of clay, or knit you a big blanket in your favorite color. It's thoughtful, it's either useful or gorgeous, and it's easy for you to carry home.

He's the one that keeps Mikey in check- tries to keep some of the bigger, crazier schemes in line, but he does it without raining on Mike's parade.

And if anybody catches an attitude on your big day? They have this guy to deal with. He takes zero shit. Seriously, Leo's getting bitchy? He gets one (1) warning look. Vern turns up and does anything even remotely annoying? Raph's behind you, silently threatening anything and everything Vern holds dear. Mikey gets too noisy? Raph's bumping his shoulder and having some silent sibling communication. It's all so subtle it's almost off-brand, but it's his way of making sure you have a good day. He's protective!

And if you're dating? Please.

He's doing whatever you want. You need a massage? You're hungry? Tired? Like two degrees too cold? He's got you.

You're having the perfect day if he has to cut his own arm off to make it happen, okay?

He's perceptive, too, so you probably don't have to ask for much.

The gang tries to sing and you look a little uncomfortable? "Happy Birthday to you, blah blah, cake time." And he's winking at you and passing you the cake cutter and it's so no-bullshit that everyone takes the hint but it makes him the center of attention long enough for you to relax again.

(And if you're not a cake person, he totally has Mikey organize another treat, just for you. He helps Mike in the kitchen, too. That shit is made with so much love.)

The night ends with the cuddles of your life. He gets kinda quiet, and it's easy to think he's just tired, but you look over at him and he's staring at you and he looks like you're built out of stardust.

"Shit," he mutters, nuzzling into you and hiding his face in the process. "Love you."

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i-got-da-rubes · 6 months

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#tmnt fic #tmnt oneshot #michelangelo #Michelangelo fic #transfem mikey #coming out #nonbinary mikey #rubes writing

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createyourworldsblog · 2 months

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Leonardo x Reader One Shot

Warnings: N/A

TMNT belongs to its creators

“We can’t afford you to mess this up, stay out of the way.” Leo’s words rang in my head as I walked through the sewers towards the manhole. All I wanted was to help the team. I wasn’t able to sneak into places like April and I wasn’t strong like the brothers, but I thought Leo would at least let me help somewhere. Tears stung my eyes as I climbed out onto the street. I always have felt like a burden and I knew Leo felt that way too. I have secretly been harboring a crush on Leo and to hear that he thought I was in the way crushed me.

I saw my apartment building just up ahead when the hair in my neck stood up, someone was watching me. I stopped dead in my tracks and whipped my head around looking all around me. I took a deep breath and tried to shake off the feeling, but before I could take a step I head a crash from inside the alley. I knew better than to go into dark places alone, Leo made sure of that. “Forget it, you can handle yourself.” I muttered to myself. I took a deep breath and headed into the darkness. In the alley was a stray cat eating next to a garbage can that was knocked over. I laughed quietly to myself and turned to head back out, but I was grabbed by the back of my collar. I struggled against the hold on my collar and a man’s voice said “Stop struggling or I’ll send you to the angels.” I stopped my struggle and tried to calm my breathing. “Give me all your money.” I reached into my pocket to pull out my wallet but instead I hit the emergency signal that sent my location to Donnie’s computer. “Stop stalling and give me the money.” The grip around my neck got tighter. “Okay, just please don’t hurt me.” I pulled out my wallet and handed the man a five dollar bill. “This is it?! Give me your money.” The man punched me in the side. I fell to the ground out of breath. He hovered over me and I closed my eyes and waited for him to hit me again. Instead I heard a familiar voice “Cowabunga!!!” I opened my eyes and there were the boys. Raph had the man by the back of his shirt and Mikey was tying him up. Donnie was next to me checking on my side and Leo was surveying the alley. “No broken ribs, but you’ll have a nasty bruise.” “Thank you Donnie.” With Donnie’s help I stood up. Leo walked over with that disappointed look on his face. “What were you thinking?! You could have been killed.” I couldn’t stand his lecturing. “I don’t need a lecture Leo. I thought someone might be in trouble.” Leo rolled his eyes. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me Leonardo, you would have done the same thing and you know it.” “Yes, but the difference is that I have been training my entire life, you haven’t. Do you have any idea how hurt I would have been if something happened to you?” A mix of anger and worry burned in his eyes. “What do you mean Leo?” Leo sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. Raph came up beside him. “Tell her big bro, we’re tired of you brooding all the time.” Raph turned and pushed the other two away, leaving the two of us alone. “I like you, as more than a friend.” I was shocked by his confession. “Then why did you push me away?” “If you were in the middle of this I couldn’t focus on leading my team. I would be worried about keeping you safe.” I grabbed him around the middle and gave him a tight hug. “I like you too Leo.” Leo scooped me up in his arms and we climbed up to the roof. “You can’t push me away now Leo, whether you like it or not I will always be here for you.” “I know. I don’t think I want it any other way.”

#tmnt imagine #tmnt leonardo #tmnt mikey #tmnt x reader #bayverse turtles #leo x reader #leonardo #bayverse raphael #donetello #leonardo x reader #tmnt oneshot #tmnt

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fluffytriceratops · 9 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨 [𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞]

notes: mikey's reaction to y/n pulling him in for a kiss by his belt. here you are, here's your food. i hope you enjoy! raphies next~~

click here to read leo's ver.

click here to read donnie's ver.

click here to read raph's ver.

warnings: mature language, nsfw mentions/sexual themes.

(if you wish to be tagged in my future tmnt related work, feel free to lemme know and i'll happily tag you!)

i love you all sm! have a lovely day/night! i'm sending you the very many virtual hugs!! <33

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- eyes would widen visibly and face would immediately be swamped in a smirk.

- "oh ho ho, watcha doin' there mama?" he'd coo. grabbing for your bum and giving it a hearty squeeze.

- you'd lean up and brush your lips against his own teasingly.

- giving him a sly smile before slipping away from him.

- "oh no you don't-" before you get the chance to take more than a single step, his hands find you and suddenly you're pressed against his chest again.

- this time mikey places his lips firmly against your own.

- you melt into the kiss and he uses this chance to slide his tongue into your mouth.

- he slips his hands underneath your ass and lifts you up, instinctively you wrap your legs around him.

- when you both pull away from the kiss, panting heavily, he presses his forehead against your own. beaming at you cheekily.

- "do that again, and i'll have to take you to the bedroom." he'd shrug. "not that I'm complaining."

- your eyebrows would raise and a teasing smile would crawl onto your lips.

- "shall we put that to the test, michelangelo?"

- hearing his full name caused him to visibly shiver and he churred.

- if you were alone, he'd take you there, not even bothering to go as far as the bedroom. there was no time for that.

- but if you weren't, he'd take you to his room (or a room void of other people).

- neither of you were quiet.

- and if there were people around, they'd leave so quickly because they knew exactly what was happening.

- he'd praise you left and right, his mouth would never leave you. whether he was kissing your body or your lips. both were good.

- your skin would be littered with bruises from his hands, his mouth, etc.

- not that you minded~

- you'd praise him in return, with your words and your actions.

- he was probably louder than you were.

- but you loved to hear his moans.

- "fuck baby-" was heard A LOT.

- mikey is very submissive and breedable. 👁🫦👁👌✨

- and once you were finished, mikey gave the best after care.

- kisses and snuggles and comfort food. watching a comfort movie/show.

- and you'd probably fuck a few more times after that too.

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xtreklx · 9 months

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Summer Heat ~ Michelangelo x reader

One shot: bayverse Michelangelo x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: SFW, fluff, slightly mature themes (rated 17+, see my masterlist for disclaimer)

A/N: thank you all for the love on my latest works! it's so motivating and it has been helping me access my creativity in so many new ways! anyways, with the summer months here, this is just a fun little summer-themed one-shot that I thought up for our favorite jokester. enjoy!

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It was mid-July, the boiling point of summer, and in New York City, this meant humidity. Everywhere. While you were able to hang out in the sewers with your mutant turtle friends for a slight escape from the temperature, it was still hotter than you would have liked, and you were trying desperately to keep cool.

Hence why you and the turtles were sprawled throughout the lair, barely able to move because of the suffocating heat. Normally, you were all able to push through the summer days and go about your usual routines, but today was supposed to be the hottest day of the year (Donnie didn't trust the weather channel, however, and ran his own predictions to confirm that this was going to be the case). Thus, routine was abandoned and any attempts at relaxation were welcomed.

You could hear Donnie fumbling around in the lab from your horizontal spot on the living room couch. The three other brothers were in the living room with you: Raph in the arm chair ("there ain't no way I'm workin' out in heat like this"), Leo meditating in the corner ("I think this might be the only way to make the situation more bearable"), and Mikey sprawled out in the middle of the floor, periodically exclaiming "I don't know how much longer I can take the torture! The agony!" Although his brothers rolled their eyes at his overly-dramatic outbursts, none of them had the energy to protest, and it made you giggle every time.

Mikey loved the sound of your laugh. Like music to his ears, angels chorusing from the heavens. He had decided that it had to be his favorite sound in the universe. He looked up at you now from his spot on the floor, admiring how you looked as you lounged on the couch, practically nodding off into a summer nap. How could he help having feelings for you when you were out here looking like that?!

You had no idea that there was a double meaning behind Mikey's outbursts. While he was primarily referring to the torture of the paralyzing heat, he was also referring to the torture that you were causing him today. The hot weather had you wearing the tiniest little outfit: daisy duke jean shorts and a tight white tank top. He could see so much of your skin, a thin layer of sweat glistening in the overhead lights and making you look like you were glowing. He called you an angel all the time to your face, but he was serious; you looked like a straight-up angel. And with the way you were laying on the couch on your back, he was able to let his eyes roam all the way up your long legs, up to your waist, up to your chest...

Mikey had to shake himself out of his current thoughts before they went off the deep end. He was a gentleman-ly, respectable dude, he thought to himself. And even though he had feelings for you, the two of you were just friends. He couldn't let his mind go too far; it wasn't right. It made Mikey think about all the lectures that Master Splinter had given in the past about temptation and desire, and how giving in to them too frequently could result in an "unquenchable greed". But he was determined to not give in. Splinter would be proud of him for the restraint he was exhibiting!

As this was all running through his mind, Mikey unconsciously sent another glance your way. You had flipped over to lay on your stomach, your perfect ass in those tiny jean shorts taking over his line of sight. He quickly re-averted his gaze, trying to focus on anything but you.

God, this was going to be harder than he thought.

Suddenly, Donnie rushed out of his lab and into the living room with something in his arms. "Guys! I think I've crafted something that could help us get through the summer heat!" He exclaimed. Everyone turned their heads at the sound of that, even Leo breaking out of his meditative state.

Donatello set whatever was in his arms onto the side table next to the couch and plugged it into an extension cord by the wall. "I was messing with the settings of one of our old mini-fridges, and with the addition of a few new pieces of machinery, I was able to turn it into a flash freezer! We can put any liquid into these popsicle trays here," he gestured to the inside of the mini-fridge, "and it will freeze instantly! Pretty cool, right?"

Everyone present stared at the contraption, an awkward moment of silence falling over the group.

"I'm going to go meditate in my room," Leo deadpanned, standing from his spot in the corner, while Raph groaned. "Really, Donnie? You wanna solve the heat wave with... popsicles? Why don't ya put a giant band-aid on the melting ice caps while yer at it?"

But you and Mikey had eagerly sat up to attention as the two grumps left the living room. "Don't listen to them, Donnie! I think this is the perfect idea," You beamed up at him. Mikey had to avoid looking at your dazzling smile too closely in order to form coherent sentences. "Yeah, dude! Don't listen to those buzzkills, this is so sick!" He looked closer at the machine. "So, it'll really freeze anything instantly? Like... anything?"

Don eyed Mikey warily for a moment. "... I don't think I want to know what you're thinking when you say anything like that but, in theory, yes. Let me demonstrate." He pulled a can of orange crush from a box on the floor and poured it into two popsicle holders, adding two straws as the sticks, before putting them into the mini-fridge and closing the door. He pressed a button on the outside, and then the machine beeped. When he opened the little door, a gust of cold air flew out, and from the holders he pulled out two orange soda popsicles.

You and Mikey awed and wowed in excitement, taking the popsicles from Donnie and thanking him. He smiled, and picked up the mini-fridge. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make a large batch of grape soda popsicles. And I'm definitely not going to use them as ammo in my grenade launcher towards Raphael and Leonardo. That would be ridiculous." He stood there for a moment with a calculated look on his face before turning and heading back to his lab.

You and Mikey exchanged a pointed look before simultaneously cracking up at the thought of what Donnie was definitely going to be up to later that day. When your laughter had died down, you took your first lick of the orange soda popsicle and hummed with happiness. "Mmm, this is awesome! Orange crush is my favorite!" You exclaimed, putting it back in your mouth.

Mikey gulped as he watched you suck on the popsicle, your eyes drooping and another hum of approval sounding from your mouth. Come on bro, you can do this. Everything is fine, everything is fine, he thought to himself. He took a moment to try the popsicle, too, and couldn't help but agree with you. "Yeah, Leo and Raph are definitely missing out. Don't worry, angelcakes, luckily I'm not as much of a Debbie freaking downer as they are."

You couldn't help but laugh at his comment, the popsicle still in your mouth. You pulled it out with a pop, but with the hot weather, some of the orange soda had already begun to melt.

Mikey watched the moment pass as if it happened in slow motion: the orange liquid trailed off your bottom lip and down your chin before dripping onto your chest, running down the exposed, supple skin and meeting the white fabric of your tank top.

Oh, boy. Everything is not fine.

The poor turtle froze as his mind launched down the gutter. He couldn't help his staring at you, drinking in the vision that you had so accidentally just granted him. He couldn't help the want that spread like fire within his chest. He was definitely experiencing greed, and it was definitely the unquenchable kind.

While Mikey was lost in his thoughts, you looked down at your spill. "Ugh, I just washed this top!" You exclaimed, rubbing your chin and examining the bright orange stain for a moment before shrugging. "Oh, well. I guess the popsicles really will help us cool off!"

You turned to your friend, who had gone slightly pale and was standing up from his spot on the floor, his popsicle sticking halfway out of his mouth. "Mikey, are you okay? You don't look so good. Is the heat getting to you?" You asked him from the couch, sitting up straighter with concern.

"Ummmmm, yea-- I mean.. no! Actually, I just remembered, uhhhh... there's.. something I'm supposed to talk to Master Splinter about. I'll be right back!"

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Coffee Conundrum

authors note : I'm gonna make more of these for the rest of the boys when I get the motivation to lol. enjoy!

prompt : After the events of the movie, mutants are much more accepted by the people of NY. So much so that mutants and humans can (mostly) peacefully inhabit each other's worlds. One of those humans works at a coffee shop in the Hidden City that a certain purple turtle constantly orders from. But there is just something about the way this human barista makes his order that keeps him coming back for more.

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*sigh*. Donnie pinches his brow as he walks into the dimly lit cafe. It was early, too early. 4 am to be exact. His brothers decided it would be a wonderful idea for an all night, now all morning, skateboard tournament. It was very unfortunate that this tournament had to land on a day that Donnie planned to do some serious calculations for a project he was working on. Too bad the noise from brothers not only kept him from focusing but also kept him up all night. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit his nose. A nice black coffee is exactly what he needed. Maybe a certain barista was working this early as well.

Donnie has been coming to this cafe for quite some time. Basically the moment it opened. He was looking for a new place since his old usual was unfortunately destroyed by the Krang. You were the first hire for the cafe. Honestly just looking for a good excuse to see the Hidden City. Being able to work in it was perfect! When Donnie came to the cafe for the first time it was very dull and slow, not many people had been there and honestly he liked it. He liked the quietness of the undiscovered cafe and the coffee was pretty fantastic. He wasn't sure how you always made the coffee so good. Maybe it was the blend or even the machine, but whenever a different barista made his order it just wasn't the same. It was just black coffee! What could you be doing that made his order so great?

“Morning magenta.” You greet him, leaning over the counter. You had just started the first pot of coffee.

“Haha. Hilarious.” He groans, “I’ll have you know its royal purple… and I’d like my usual.”

You smile, looking over his face before beginning his order. “Sure thing. You do look more tired than usual, which is pretty impressive.”

He snorts. “My less then intelligent brothers decided to keep me awake with their skateboarding antics.” He rubs the bridge of his nose attempting to pull the sleepiness from his drooping lids. “So now I am here.”

“Well thank you for your patronage, your royal purpleness.” You bow dramatically. He smiles a little at your antics, “Finally someone who understands.”

The cafe fills with the cozy ambience as you brew his order. Donnie looks around the shop while he waits. Everything seems the same. The same mismatched tables and chairs, the large worn reclining chair next to the book shelf, the freshly vacuumed rugs. All was how he remembered it, except for a curtain that covered an area diagonal to the counter.

Curiosity made him itch. With a quick glance behind the counter, your back was turned waiting for an espresso shot to finish, he stealthy made his way over to the curtain. Grabbing the thin material, he prepared to rip it away when suddenly,

“That’s a work in progress.”

“AH.” Donnie jumped back flailing his arms, landing in a sloppy ninja pose.

You were standing right next to him holding his coffee in a purple ceramic mug. He quickly composed himself, returning to a normal stance. “*cough* Well, hm. Uh... is that my coffee?”

You handed the warm mug to him and stood there looking at him expectedly.

He cocked a brow and looked at you confused, taking a sip of his coffee. It was just as good as he remembered. Closing his eyes he sighed in content. Letting the warm coffee melt the tension in his shoulders.

You nodded, happy with his reaction and walked closer to the curtain.

He blinked more confused now. “What?”

“Oh nothing. Here let me show you our work in progress.” You grabbed the end of the curtain and walked to slide it completely open. Revealing a glass room. It had no door and kinda just sat on the side of building jutting out like a glass cabana. There were four large bean bags of all different colors in a circle facing a small coffee table in the middle. In the corners were two heat lambs facing inward.

“We wanted to make an area from some of the more cold blooded mutants that come by since the cafe can get a little cold sometimes.” You elbowed him gently. “Do you like it?”

Donnie could see it already, sitting in the plush bean bags while sipping on his coffee, maybe with his headphones on or even with his laptop doing some work.

“This... is... perfect!” He beamed at you. “Is there any way I can use it now?”

“Hmm.” You thought about it for a moment, It could be good to have someone test it. “Sure, butttt I will be coming in and out to drop some stuff off... oh! and you need to leave the curtain open so other customers can see.”

“Deal.”

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It had been about two or three before customers started coming through. In that time Donnie had managed to get a lot of the work that he wanted to get done, done. Not only that but he was absolutely loving the glass room warmed by the heat lambs. He was even able to nap for a bit! The atmosphere was perfect for him to work and enjoy the solitude before he had to go back to his brothers. Hopefully their excursions would have tired them out for the day and he could go home to a sleeping household. When he woke, the cafe was a little busier but not too much. It looked like it had just come down from its usual morning business. How long was he asleep?

He groaned, lifting his back from his sloughed position on the beanbag. He looked over to the counter and his eyes were immediately drawn to you. You were talking to one of your coworkers while you plated a pasty order. Donnie grabbed his empty mug from the coffee table just as you dinged the bell on the counter and called out the order’s name. As he walked up to the counter he overheard the compliment the mutant gave to you when they grabbed their order.

“Thank you, we always love your sweet unique touches to the orders. I’m not sure how you knew that my son would have liked the strawberry cake more than the peach danish but I thank you! This cake always makes him so happy!” The mutant smiled and gestured to her son at a small table behind her. “Your intuition with the customers is very good.” You both share a laugh and you thank her as she walks back to her son who cheers when he sees the cake. Your coworker turns to you and makes a teasing smile. “Yeah your customer intuition, you little psychic.” You scowl at them in a friendly manner. “Maybe I’m just good at my job... unlike you.” “Hey!” Both of you laugh with each other as Donnie walks up. He starts to open his mouth to speak when,

“Lemme guess. You want Y/N to make your coffee right?” Your coworker turns to him, “they’re your personal barista huh?”

“Piss off Laney, he's just got good taste is all.” You say swatting playfully at them. “What can I do for you Donnie.” You ask, while you lean your crossed arms on the counter.

“He is correct. Indeed I do wish for you to brew my beverage.” He says looking down at you. “Also the new space you have created is very pleasant. I’m sure many of your patrons would enjoy it.”

You gave him a teasing smile, “I didn't need you to tell me you liked it. I could tell by the fact that you passed out in one of the beanbags.”

He stiffened up at your comment, embarrassed. “Yes well... ahem... it was as advertised. Cozy and quiet.”

Your smile grows, happy you can get such reactions out of the genius Othello Von Ryan. “Lemme get that coffee going for ya.”

Walking over to the coffee station you begin your usual process for his order. He follows you over to the station on the opposite side of the counter. Donnie thinks to himself, customer intuition, huh?

“Hey, by the way, how do you make my coffee?”

You peer up at him, looking very seriously. “You’re asking for the secret? Do you think you can handle the responsibility of such information?” You question him.

He nods his face turning serious too, suddenly very intrigued by the answer. “I’m an archive of secrets.”

“Well...... the secret is... love.” You bat your eyelashes at him sarcastically.

His face falls from intrigue to annoyance. You burst out laughing. “I really got you good Von Ryan! Ha!” You clutch the edge of the counter and wipe a tear from your eye as you start an espresso shot.

“You are just as insufferable as my brother Leo.” He sighs.

“He sounds like a blast then.” You smirk at him while he stares at you with an annoyed grimace.

“OK ok. I’ll tell you, for real this time.” Donnie perks up again, his intrigue returning. You return to your work while you explain your process. “Well I know you are high maintenance” you joke, “so I dont give you the coffee from the pot, rather I make a cup of drip coffee so it’s fresh.”

Donnie rolls his eyes at your comment. “I’m not high maintenance, I just like quality.”

You return to your work, ignoring him, and gesture to a jar with some bright green leaves in it. “These are mint leaves, before I pour the drip coffee, I take a tea steep and put a few of the leafs inside of it. Then when the coffee is finished I’ll pour the coffee in and steep the leafs in the coffee.”

“Mint leafs?” Donnie questions. “I never would have guessed, why mint leaves?”

“Mint leaves add a freshness to the coffee, making the taste a little brighter. It’s also great for helping clear the mind. Supposedly.” Donnie hums and watches as you steep the mint leaves in the coffee. “Now there is a final touch that I like to add, its something i do with my own coffee.” You reach under the counter and grab a small jar.

“What’s that?”

“Salt.” You say flatly.

“Salt!?” Donnie gasps. “You put salt in your coffee??”

“Yes, and in your coffee too!” You say defensively. “It’s good! A pinch of salt will take away the bitter aftertaste of the coffee.” Donnie grimaces a little. “Well you seem to like it. You seem to like it a lot!”

You sprinkle a pinch of salt into the coffee and remove the steep. You pour the concoction into a purple mug that you grab from the shelf behind you. Donnie watches you as you clean the coffee runs on the side of the mug and place a mint leaf floating on top. You place the mug on the counter in front of him. You look deeply into his eyes again. “Now you know my terrible secret, you must promise to never tell a soul for they will judge you. Harshly.”

Donnie cracks a smile at your antics. He picks up the mug and takes an apprehensive sip. He sighs dreamily. It’s the same cup you always made for him. “I will admit, you do brew a good cup of joe.”

You bow. “My humble craft.”

He stares into the liquid, now that his coffee conundrum was answered he realized he still had one more question to ask. “Why do you make it like this? Why when I asked the first time I came here for a black coffee did you make this salty mint concoction?” He questioned, clutching the mug.

You paused, your usually playful demeanor being replaced by a new one. One a little sheepish? “Well, the first time you came you seemed exhausted, like you really needed a pick me up.” you looked away and rubbed the back of your neck. “My mom would make this for me whenever I needed one and it always seemed to lift my spirits. I just wanted to... to lift your spirits too.” There was a long pause. Donnie smiled at your confession, you avoided eye contact. “Plus you're one of our best customers. At the time of our opening I think all of New York needed a pick me up because of the Krang. You were one of the first people to visit us and the pointers you gave us about popular improvements and the analytical business practice really helped us out. Now look at this place! We have more customers than ever and I can make weird coffee for the Hidden City.”

He’s not sure if it’s the coffee that was warming his face or something else as he listens to your confessions. The comments he made were just offhanded, he hadn't actually meant to make a difference, he was just doing his usual Donnie thing. His brothers hated when he did that, they never listened. But you did... you listened to his analytical rambling. You actually took his advice and it helped! He was stunned, flattered even.

You spoke more about how his frequent visits and helpful comments actually grew business for the cafe. And with each specific comment you referenced the more the blush on his face grew.

The ring of the front door dragged away both of your attentions.

“I should.. I should go now. Gotta do my job haha...” you laughed awkwardly after realizing you talked his ear off about how great he was. “You can have that coffee on the house by the way. It’s the least we can do.”

He snapped his attention back to you again, attempting to recover from his flusteredness. “Oh.. ha, thanks.”

“I’ll see you later then, Von Ryan.” You smile and wink at him.

“F-for sure.”

Donnie headed to the door and looked over his shoulder at you just before leaving. You gave him a bright smile and waved. He waved back.

Maybe it wasn't just the coffee that was warming his heart.

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tmntxthings · 1 year

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∑一The Tactical Bandwagon *･。

author’s notes: it couldn’t be helped, I’ve seen @donathan ‘s lovely art and many tactical!donnie fics, i ‘twas inspired <33333

warnings: none rlly, tension, cursing, tactical!donnie x target!reader, unedited

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Donatello wasn’t used to this kind of setting. He was a hired hand. A sharp shooter. A fucking sniper. All of those implied long distance, breathing room, space between the hunter and the hunted. Yet, this particular job required him to be far closer than he liked. He was amongst the throngs of a crowd, all dressed to the nines and entering an elaborate ballroom for those only of elite standing. So of course, he was dressed to impress rather than in his usual mercenary gear. No longer in a vest colored with the darkest of purple. But in a suit that was crisp and black, his preferred color was shown through the accents of his tie. Though he was not unarmed, that remained the same. Tucked in at his hip, hidden behind the fancy lapels of his tux. No one was the wiser to the threat that walked among them. And it would stay that way if he did his job correctly. His mission? Locate the target, bring them to a secluded area (using any means necessary) and finish the job. The last bit always ended with a fatal shot. Though it wouldn’t ring out tonight. It would be silent, since his handgun was stocked with a suppressor for good measure.

Once inside the grand building, Donatello took to the first wall. He knew the layout well enough but he wanted to gain his bearings. Now on the outskirts of the crowd, he was an outsider looking in. Searching for his target. He walked the perimeter of the room, hands tucked behind his hidden shell, only moving when offered a glass flute filled with bubbly alcohol. He wouldn’t drink, he was on a job after all, but holding such a prop made him fit in. He had almost made an entire lap when his eyes snagged onto features that he had instilled in his brain.

He didn’t know what you had done to become a target. Though the sum he would be paid was telling enough. Someone wanted you dead, someone with money to spare, perhaps someone in this room. He may have had second thoughts as he watched you glide across the dance floor. Graceful and sweet with a smile that lured all those around. You were beautiful. In a gown that clung to you as if it was your second skin. Green, emerald green silk, the color was flattering.. Donatello saw the opportunity for what it was, you out on the dance floor, sweeping into a different person’s hold with each passing song. It was his in. It was your doom. Against his better judgment he took a swig before placing the drink on one of the many tables that were placed enclosing the dance floor. He joined the crowd once more. Weaving in and out, eyes tracking your form, losing you a couple of times as more bodies seemed to pile together. He had tried to time it just right, as the previous song ended and a new one began. His efforts were in vain as someone beat him to you, offering up a hand which you took. Donatello almost left to sidle up against the perimeter once more when he felt a tap on his arm. Turning, he found that he too had a dance partner. Which he thought may be for the best, as he took the lead to where you swayed. He didn’t even have to try, he too could dance just as gracefully as you. It or rather he caught your eye and for the first time tonight you noticed him.

The song ended and as the next started it was as if both of you planned it, passing off your previous partners in favor of one another. Now with you in his arms, all he had to do was seclude you. Ideas flashed before him as the two of you danced, which with both of your combined prowess made for quite a spectacle. His scheming halted as you suddenly spoke, “I don’t believe I’ve ever crossed paths with you before,” it was said with contemplation as you twirled away from him, making a grand gesture before being pulled back. He wondered if he had pulled you too forcefully as you collided into his plastron with a soft thump. Your smell flooded his senses, as sweet as your smile. “Your assumption is correct, this is the first we have met.” The small pause, your hands still planted on his chest, looking up into his eyes with mild curiosity. “And it is your first time attending such an event as well,” your eyes glinted with a flash of concealed knowledge before putting some modest distance between the two of you. Donatello was immediately on guard. He thought you had meant in general.. he hadn’t realized you were so attuned to the usual guests of such parties. “Caught, red-handed” Donnie put on an air of playfulness. Not wanting to steer into the implications of seriousness. “Crashing a high-end party was on my bucket list,” a lame excuse but the best he could come up with. “And how would you rate your experience so far?”

Donatello had to train his features to maintain the illusion of ease, of calm. He couldn’t falter with the teasing, playful manner just yet. It was part of his plan to eventually drag you off into a more secluded area. But your words struck him. They hit him so hard, with familiarity. His paranoia told him that you must know. Who he was, what he did, and the way he spoke for that matter! But a more rational thought whispered that maybe it was a common enough phrase..? Highly unlikely. But he wouldn’t fold first, so he entertained your question. “I’d give it a solid eight, mostly because I’ve found such a competent partner.”

To prove his point he upped the antics, spinning you around with such speed that stamped his inhuman abilities. You kept up though. In fact, you flashed him a smile once the move was over, not even a hint of dizziness to your steps. “May I inquire the name of my proficient dance partner?” It was as if the two of you weren’t just dancing with bodies, but with words as well. “You may,” he smirked, knowing you had already asked but wanted to see if you would do so again. Instead he found you had quite the temper as you stomped squarely on his left shoe. The glare you gave him only widened his smirk. “Othello, Othello Von Ryan,” he spoke into your ear as he dipped you. “Wasn’t so hard, now was it?” You teased, as he brought you back up. “My foot says otherwise.” He bantered back. And the song ended all too soon. You took a step back. Neither of you were out of breath despite the intensity that both of you had danced with.

It became apparent to Donatello that sharks were surrounding him, or you. All seeking for a chance to spin you around the floor as he had done. He found he didn’t want to let go of you so soon. He was delighted to find that you were still staring up at him, waiting for something, so he offered his hand, “May I have this dance?”

“You may..” you slipped your hand into his once more. Stepping forward, into his space. The sharks dispersed and from then on the two of you danced and danced and danced. He may have gotten enthralled in the way you were able to snag the lead out from under him. It was like a parry of back and forth. It was fun. He was having fun. Which inevitably brought him back down when he felt your hips at his, his attention immediately shifting to the handgun that dug into his waist. You didn’t notice though, breathing a bit heavier as the songs flew by, you smile bright as ever. It was time to end this.

So when the song ended this time around, Donatello’s arm secured itself around your middle as he drew you close, whispering in your ear for you to follow. You obliged him. It seemed his plan to woo had succeeded. He noticed eyes following after you, glares thrown his way. He almost wished someone would follow, to make this a little harder. To prolong the inevitable. Up a marble staircase and down a hallway, you allowed him to pull you outside on a balcony. You sighed out in a long exhale, the chill of the air was a welcome feeling to the heat you had gathered whilst inside.

Donatello watched as you left his side, leaning out and over the railing, New York’s ever-present lights giving you a dazzling view. Now that he was outside, he felt his mission was coming to a close. He didn’t want to waste any more time than he already had. So he reached for his weapon, fixing his features into a cold stone stare. Your back still turned to him, you spoke out towards the city, “You never did ask for my name,”

“I know who you are.” Donatello stated squarely as he lifted his arm, gun ready and aimed. When you turned to finally face him, you didn’t seem surprised. His earlier paranoia rang true, so you had known who he was. You had danced with a killer. Your killer. He wondered briefly if you just liked to flirt with death or if you were just accepting your fate. He fired. Then he fired again. Two resounding clicks could be heard against the background of flowing traffic. He shot a third time and watched as you smiled a slow triumphant grin. “Surprised?” You questioned as you held up his magazine that held his ammo. The bullets. Lifting your dress, you revealed a black strap circling your upper thigh. Pulling up a strikingly similar gun to his own, you loaded his bullets into the chamber with practiced perfection. He huffed, more of a laugh. He had a million thoughts going through his head, but the one on his forefront was this: he had been set up.

He lunged forward, a suppressed shot sounded as he dodged and you shot again, amusement dancing in your eyes as he pranced before you. “I don’t think you know me, though I know you, Donatello~” you all but purred as he rushed forward, pushing the gun up as you fired for a third time. “So either I was played or someone wants us both dead.” Donnie clutched your wrist tightly. You raised your other hand in surrender, “my thoughts exactly.. the latter for your information.” He let his hand squeeze your wrist with warning before letting his hand trail down your arm. “I propose a plan, work with me Othello, two is better than one.” You winked flirtatiously. Donatello chuckled, licking his lips in contemplation at the idea of working with you. “Only since you won’t slow me down,” he said offhandedly.

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imashoe69420 · 1 year

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Can we have a oneshot of Leo proposing to his s/o? or at least try because Reader is very clueless and even though she loves Leo, she also doesn't realize that he wants to create a special moment, and that the family also try to help him achieve it? please?

This sounds so funny lol

I’m going to assume you wanted fem pronouns bc of how you refer to the reader

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No Take-Backs

Rise!Leo X Fem!Reader

Prompt: Leo tries to propose to you, but you couldn’t be more oblivious.

Pronouns: Feminine (she/her)

Timeline: Post!Movie (18)

Warnings ⚠️: Underaged drinking, slight angst, mild language

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Leo took a deep shaky breath as he stared down at the small velvet box he’d uncovered in the top drawer of his nightstand.

He was gonna do it.

He was going to finally propose to you like he’d promised all those years ago. Well, it wasn’t actually that long ago. More like four years ago when you and him were both fourteen.

It was more of a joke at first: Leo would flirt with you incessantly, occasionally quipping some pun about the inevitability of receiving your hand in marriage. You’d teased him one time saying that you two would tie the knot at age eighteen. Little did you know how seriously he took it.

Leo remembered the chills that ran down his spine when you’d said that. Chills mixed with the loud thump of his own heart pounding in his ears:

“If it keeps you quiet, we’ll get married when we’re eighteen. Okay?”

She hadn’t said it in the traditional sense, and maybe (Y/N) was just joking with him—hence the beginning of the sentence—but he’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission… if that’s the right analogy.

No matter how many times Leo told himself to take a deep breath and relax, the turtle couldn’t stop thinking about the worst possible outcomes of this particular scenario. Now he was sure that you two loved each other and he wanted to finally let you know how serious he was about you, but what if you were actually just joking?

You were it for him, he knew that. For the blue clad turtle, there wasn’t anything or anybody else he’d want to spend the rest of his life with besides you. It wasn’t like he could just find somebody else unless there’s some sort of mutant dating app. And who can guarantee that they’ll look as beautiful as him? This wasn’t to say that you were as good as he could get. In fact, he never failed to admirably address your visage whether you’d just gotten ready to go out or rolled out of bed at 1PM. Leo always called you beautiful and he always meant it.

Not just your looks, but you always made him laugh. And—it’s kinda shallow but he can’t help his feelings—fed his ego through your relentless compliments whenever he did something to better himself, or maybe just when you’re feeling especially grateful for him. God, did had he hoped his ego would’ve somewhat left him once he became an adult. But alas, he still couldn’t resist hearing a “you’re my champion” breeze past your soft, upturned lips once in a while.

You calling his name caused Leo to fumble the velvet box before hurriedly stuffing it into the corner of the drawer and shutting it as quietly as possible. “Y-yeah, babe?” He stuttered out.

“Come here, I need your help.”

For the last few hours, you and Leo had been moving into your own apartment away from his cockblocking brothers and Splinter. He was proud of himself: being the first in the family to move out at a reasonable age and have a long term girlfriend? This was something you only saw in movies.

The blue turtle—who’d actually forgone his bandanna today. He totally didn’t lose it in the move already—slowly made his way into the kitchen where (Y/N)‘s voice was coming from. You’d been placing sets of dishes into the cupboard, but you and him were both minimalists so you only had two of everything. Two plates, two forks, two spoons, two knives. The only thing you didn’t have two of were the napkins, but that was obvious enough.

You held a plate up to your face and feigned thoughtfulness. “Did you want yours in the left cabinet… or the right one?”

Leo chuckled, gently taking the plate from your hand. “Now that we’re moving in, everything is ours. Our house. Our plates. Our toothbrushes.”

With an eye roll, you stepped aside, urging him to pick his side. The turtle scratched his chin feigning contemplation before claiming the right cabinet. He took a step back, resting his hands on his hips contently.

You giggled as you turned to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I can’t wait to start living with you. It feels like we were just dating a few days ago and now we have an apartment together.”

The time did seem to fly for Leo as well. You and him started dating when you were both about fourteen and have been inseparable since.

Now he was going to marry you.

He placed his hands on your waist, gently swaying the both of you with an iconic sly smile on his face. “Oh, yeah. You knew you’d be in this forever, right? No take-backs.”

With an enamored sigh, you gently pressed your lips against his snout. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

• • •

A month passed and Leo still hadn’t worked up the courage to propose. There’d been a constant whining voice in the back of his head telling him that this wasn’t a good idea.

Your words a month prior had him thinking that you weren’t ready to get married yet. If you felt like you two had just started dating, would you really want to get married so soon after moving in together?

But everything else told him to marry you. He wanted to have you as his forever. The memory of the two of you meeting, going on your first date, and having your first kiss played on repeat in his mind. All those moments meant so much to him. If he ever had children, he would recite them to them all the time; every chance he got.

One night, though, he thought was as good as any to try his luck.

You and him were sitting on the rooftop of your apartment building eating Chinese and drinking out of Coke bottles that may or may not be filled about half way with liquor. Leo quickly realized that alcohol mixed with emotions wouldn’t be ideal when proposing, but maybe it would boost his confidence if anything.

You’d been talking about your college courses and how tiring it’s been.

“I feel like a zombie sometimes: just doing things on autopilot. Everything’s more of an instinct than something I wanna do, y’know?” You took a swig of the spiked drink, sighing deeply afterwards. “Like, I go to school to be something more than what I am now but… I duwanna be a mindless slave to the economy. Y’know?”

The turtle in fact didn’t know what you meant. He’d never had to worry about school or college or the economy besides the rent for the apartment.

Leo shrugged. “Yeah, I can see that. I’m glad I don’t have to worry that much about school and stuff like that. Sounds stressful.”

You slowly nodded, the alcohol suppressing your reaction time. “Yeah, it is. But it’ll be worth it, I think.”

They sat in silence for a couple seconds, car horns blaring from down below. The chilly night breeze toyed with your hair, and Leo couldn’t help but admire you tucking the strands behind your ear before taking a bite of your orange chicken.

A question soon entered Leo’s mind and he thought it would be harmless to ask. “So, like… do you think we could… be more?”

That came out awful. He didn’t mean to stutter so much.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, chuckling. “Be more? What more could we be?”

Leo laughed awkwardly. “I dunno, like… what comes after two people move in together? We just exist together like an old couple?”

“Well, old couples are usually married so…” your words trailed off as you began to connect the dots. With a smirk, you slid closer to your boyfriend. “Ohh, you wanna marry me?”

The lump in Leo’s throat only grew in size, causing him to clear it out. “I mean—well—yeah, but eventually! Not like, now or super soon or anything.”

How smooth.

With an obnoxious laugh, you pressed your head against his shoulder. “You’re so cute. But I don’t think you want to marry me.”

This was something that the blue clad turtle didn’t really understand. How could he not want to marry someone as amazing as you? You always make him laugh, you’re fun to talk to; to have around, you understood him in a way he felt no one else could. Who wouldn’t want to be with you?

“Why’s that?” He asked.

You hummed in thought. “I dunno. I just feel like I’m not someone anyone would want to marry. I’m the girl people have fun with for a few months or years and then never see the rest of your life. My existence in people’s lives is very temporary.”

If you only knew how much that both hurt and concerned him. “No way. Not for me.” Leo unhurriedly reached for the ring in his pocket, the velvet texture of the box soothing his anxiety. “We’re locked down, remember? No take-backs.”

Somewhat of a tension filled the air the second he finished his sentence. You seemed upset—no, conflicted at what he’d said. The turtle began to say something else, but you quickly hopped to your feet with the Coke bottle in your hand. You pressed it to your lips, chugging it down until it was empty. Returning your vision to your boyfriend, you held out your hand to him and forced a smile.

“Dance with me?”

• • •

The next day, you were sort of hungover. Leo was the first to get out of bed to get you a glass of water and make breakfast for the both of you.

Your behavior last night almost diminished his hopes on proposing to you. Maybe it was best to wait a few years before even attempting if you already felt like you wouldn’t be a good partner in marriage. But the voice and the memories kept playing in his mind over and over again. It was as if it was his destiny to make you his. And soon. Very soon.

He tried again a week or so after the first time. You two were sitting on the fire escape talking and he felt like it was the time, but when he was down on his knee, you through your arms around him laughing and snorting in your drunken state. College had been kicking your ass and you hadn’t smiled often since his first attempt, so as to not ruin the moment, he bailed.

The next time, Leo had his brothers help him. But that was fruitless as well when you had to finish an essay, so you both turned in early into the night.

It became a battle to get you one, alone and away from your laptop, and two, to catch you in a good enough mood. Two months passed and Leo still hadn’t proposed, but you had just finished your midterms and were off for the next few weeks. He thought it was the perfect time to test his luck.

Friday night, he coerced his older brother to help him out. Snow had settled on the ground the day prior and he knew you loved the winter more than anything.

Later that night, your boyfriend basically yanked you to the frigid outdoors to the park. The two of you walked down the trail for a few minutes before you grew bored.

“Leo, where are we going?” You somewhat whined. “I love the cold but I’m freezing my ass off here.”

The turtle scoffed as to feign offense. “I’m taking you all this way and you’re complaining? I’m hurt, (Y/N).”

You chuckled lightly as you leaned against him. “It better be good or else you’ll find all your stuff in boxes when we get back.”

After a few more minutes, Leo demanded you to close your eyes and he would guide you the rest of the way. His heart thumped in his chest the closer they came to his surprise. You had to say yes. You just had to. The time and effort he put into this paired with his undying love for you had to be enough.

Soon, the two of you reached your destination.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” Leo said as he ran in front of you and threw his hands into the air once you complied.

Before you was a white archway littered with blue faux flowers. There was a badly painted off-white picnic table to the side of it with a candle that seemed to be once lit in the center of it. The spread was rookie and maybe not the best setting for the winter but sentimental nonetheless.

“Surprise!” Your boyfriend exclaimed with a laugh.

“Aw, Leo, you’re so sweet.” He grabbed your hand and led you to the picnic table. “Did you do this all yourself?”

He chuckled nervously. “Well, Raph did help me a bit. But it was my idea.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him as he sat across from you. The look in his eyes was different than usual. His eyes constantly darted around as if he was waiting for something. When he would make eye contact with you, you could tell that he was anxious.

“Are you alright, babe?” You placed your hand on his. “You seem... nervous.”

The blue clad turtle waved his hand as to nullify your concerns. “No, no, I’m fine. Just great, but, uhm… I have something to ask you—er, tell you...? Ask and tell, I guess.”

You raised an eyebrow waiting for him to continue. Ever so slowly, he took your hand in his and led you to the arch. Underneath, he held your other hand and took a deep breath.

“For, like, the last few months, I’ve been trying to do this but… anyways, I just wanted to tell you how much I care about you. From the time we first met to now, I’ve always loved you.”

You cooed. “Aw, Lee. I love you too.”

He chuckled before he continued. “I love your personality and your laugh and the fact that you still organize our two plates the same way.”

“Well how else am I supposed to put them? Yours is right, mine is left.” You chimed in.

Leo gazed into your eyes, a small smile appearing on his face. “You complete me, babe. You’re the only person I’ve met that truly understands me. You’re someone I can always go to with anything, and I want you to be in my life forever.”

The turtle slowly got down on one knee and retrieved the velvet box from his pocket. Your hands shot up to you mouth as you realized what he was about to do. He held the box out in front of him and opened it to reveal a ring with morganite crystals within it.

“So, uh,” he mentally slapped himself for stuttering again, “So… I just wanted to ask… will you marry me, (Y/N)?”

Tears pricked your eyes as you began to sniffle from the cold and from the heartfelt proposal. “Is this why you asked me about it? Being more?”

Leo nodded. “Just like we’d promised.”

It took you a moment to understand what he’d meant until you remembered the memory he was talking about. “Oh my god, Leo, you still remember that? God, you’re so cute. But… are you sure? Like, really sure? You want to get… married to me?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more.” Leo said simply, an almost stern look on his face.

You couldn’t believe what was happening. When you had talked to him about no one wanting to marry you, you’d assumed that your relationship was temporary and Leo saying you two were “locked in” was only to make you feel better about the inevitable end. He wanted you. Forever.

“I… yes, Leo, I will marry you!” You exclaimed as you threw yourself at him, knocking both of you onto the snow.

For the first time in months, Leo took a deep breath and exhaled into your hair. He’d done it. He’d finally done it. His lover, his best friend, was finally his.

“No take-backs?” You piped up as you glanced up at him, an amused smirk on your face.

Your boyfriend laughed out loud before kissing the top of your head and nodding.

“No take-backs.”

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Can I request yandere self aware 2012 turtle bro's reaction to the nb kid viewer who absolutely adores them suddenly disappearing for a few seasons and when they come back they're around the turtles age now, they still adore the turtles and may or may not have some crushes on the turtles 🧍(Romantic btw)

YANDERE! SELF AWARE! 2012 TMNT BROTHERS X GN! READER

the concept of your interaction will be the same as in the rise version, which I wrote earlier.

only the reader is a child. It seems very cute to the turtles, but often you could appear in the midst of a battle, because you liked the action moments.

Mikey spent most of his time with you, because his character and a certain charisma amused you and lifted your spirits.

Sometimes Donnie or Splinter stays with you.

The turtles took care of you as their sister/brother, and something like that. They liked that you loved them.

But later you stopped coming.

the brothers began to worry, because they became so attached to you and fell in love with you that it was somehow not the same without you.

However, later they had to get used to it, because there were more serious problems, that is, Karai, Shredder and other enemies.

skipping time until season 3....

The turtles were excessively tired, and were much more mature than before. For a long time, they almost did not remember your presence, but the fact that they are in the animated series still did not give them rest.

They were resting after another battle with the enemies.

Leonardo goes to rest for the first time in a long time, instead of training in the dojo.

but then he sees siluet. Pretty familiar.

You smile a little nervously, but look at the turtle in the blue bandage.

- "Y/N?.." - Leonardo asks in shock, staring in disbelief.

- yes... it's me. I am glad to see you again after such a long time....)

At first Leo smiled at you, but later his smile was replaced by a serious one... annoyance?

- "Why did you leave us for so long?"

You looked at the turtle in confusion.

- uh...um...Please forgive me, I didn't do it on purpose.... It's going to be too long a story, so I don't know if I need to tell you everything from beginning to end...?

Leo sighed, and taking you by the hand, led you into the living room.

when the others saw you, they were surprised and angry at the same time.

However, after long explanations and apologies, the turtles accepted you again, and began to get used to the fact that you are no longer the same child you were before. however, now the yandere turtles' behavior has increased towards you.

now you are more often kept out of trouble, or to be more precise, they do not let you out on the streets of new york. they would probably begin to manipulate and persuade not to leave their universe in order to spend more time with you. Depending on who you contact more with, relationships can develop with that. However, that doesn't mean the other turtles will stop fighting for your attention, as long as we remember that all four are possessed.

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