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symmetricalkazekage · 9 months ago

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Turtle Tot Chronicles Presents:

A Bickering Memory

Featuring the Bayverse!Turtles

Summary: Splinter reminisces an old memory

"You did what now?"

"You heard. What are you gonna do about it?" Young Leo and young Raph were butting heads again, much to Splinter's annoyance. Splinter set down his tea with a soft sigh and made his way over to his two eldest sons. Neither child noticed their father as they continued to bicker back and forth in that broken young language. It wasn't until Splinter tripped them both with his tail did they notice.

"M-Master Splinter!" Young Leo called out in shock.

"I'm sorry if we woke you up!" Raph followed closely behind. Splinter simply shook his head and looked at them both.

"You didn't. Now, what is happening here?" Immediately the boys started yelling and pointing at each other. Splinter sighed and tripped them again. The two boys let out a groan as they landed.

"What was that for?!" Raph called out, sniffling and rubbing the back of his head.

"I want you to explain one at a time with no interruptions!" He said sternly, slightly raising his voice at the end of his demand. The boys nodded. "Leonardo, what happened?"

Raph was angry Leo was going first but he knew better than to try to voice his annoyance to Splinter after his instructions. Leo stood as tall as he could, proudly retelling what had happened.

"I was practicing my katas this morning like you tell me to every morning and when I was done I set my katanas down to use the bathroom." Splinter nodded along as his son spoke, knowing Leo always ran to the bathroom three katas in. Splinter didn't know how to explain to him not to do katas immediately after he woke up.

"And when I came back Raph was using my katanas as darts and throwing them against the wall! He was disgracing them, Sensei!" Leo yelled out with tears in his eyes as he pointed an accusing finger at Raph. The already angered turtle got more angry and swatted Leo's finger away.

"Not true!"

"Is too!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yuh-huh!" The two bickered back and forth, making Splinter need to trip them once more. Albeit, gentler this time.

"Hey!" They voiced in unison. Splinter turned his attention to Raph.

"Is this true, Raphael?" Splinter asked calmly. Raph crossed his arms and turned away. Splinter knelt to his son's level and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Raphael?"

"Okay, okay, yes I did! Happy?!" He huffed out, moving his shoulder away from Splinter.

"Why?"

"Huh?" Raph was expecting to be yelled at and lectured on by his father but the question completely threw him off.

"Why did you do it?" Splinter asked. Raph paused, thinking of his response until he finally huffed and crossed his arms as he looked away.

"Because Leo hid my sais!" Splinter was shocked to hear his most well behaved son was misbehaving. He turned his face of disappointment to his eldest son. Leo started to stutter.

"B-because you put a kick-me sign on my back!"

"You put trash pieces in my cereal!"

"You dropped my toothbrush in the toilet!"

"You took my teddy bear!"

"No I didn't!" Leo yelled out.

"Yes you did!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yuh-huh!" The boys went back and forth like this again. Splinter was about to get their attention again when he felt a tug on his robes. He blinked and looked down at the source of the tug. Young Mikey was clinging onto Splinter's robes with teary eyes. Splinter moved closer to his youngest son.

"What is it, Michaelanjelo?" Splinter asked softly.

"Leo didn't take the teddy bear." He said softly, sniffling. Splinter raised his eyebrows.

"Oh? And how do you know that?" He asked just as softly. Mikey brought a hand up, showing the teddy bear Splinter had somehow missed him holding. "Ah."

"Don't tell Raph, I had a scary dream." Mikey said. Splinter simply smiled.

"I won't." He took the teddy bear from his youngest and gave him a pat on the head before shooing him off to go play. He then turned to his two, still bickering, eldest children.

"Enough!" He yelled out. The two boys immediately silenced and stood at attention. Splinter held up the teddy bear. "Is this yours, Raphael?"

Raph ran to Splinter and grabbed the bear, hugging it close.

"You found him! How?" Splinter simply smiled.

"I have my ways. Now, apologize to your brother." He said. Raph huffed and looked at Leo.

"Sorry." He mumbled. Leo smiled.

"Leonardo, apologize to your brother too." Leo's smile dropped.

"What?!"

"You wronged your own brother. Apologize." Leo opened his mouth but stopped, nodding.

"Yes, Sensei." Leo turned to Raph and dipped into a bow. "I'm sorry, Raph."

The two boys accepted each other's apologies and ran off to play with the other two. Splinter sighed in relief, problem solved.

"Raph, you don't play monopoly like that!"

"Says who?!"

"Says the rules!"

"Yeah? Well, my rules say I can."

"Of course your rules say you can, you let yourself do anything!"

"So what?"

"It's cheating! We agreed to house rules!"

"Exactly and as far as I can see you're under my house."

"That's not what house rules means! That's a toy house, Raph!"

Splinter sighed as he was brought back to the present, his meditation interrupted by another game night. Splinter stood with some difficulty and grabbed his cane for support. He walked over to the entrance of his meditation room to peer into the common room where his sons, April, Casey, and even Vern sat. He chuckled softly as he watched his eldest sons bicker. Some things just never changed.

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symmetricalkazekage · 10 months ago

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Heyaa!! Saw that you have your asks open and I was wondering if you could do one with 19? Possibly with either Leo or Donnie? (they are both my love and light and I can't choose soo I leave it up to you <3 if you do both I won't be mad either👀)

I had a small scene in mind where the s/o is pregnant and sporting round pretty belly but feels self-conscious about it, meanwhile turtle boo is trying to keep his shit together because he is 🤏 this close to losing it and turn feral but doesn't want to hurt the baby or partner by accident.

I think it's a really cute concept, but I totally understand if you don't feel comfy writing about it so no pressure if you want to refuse. You can forget all about the scene and write something entirely different.

Anyway, have a nice rest of your day, don't forget to eat and drink and stay safe, love you ❤

Ps: this is my first ask and idk if I did it right, if I did mess up I do apologize lmao-

Anon, I want you to know that I have been completely FERAL about this ask since I read it.

I decided to go with the leader in blue for this.

Although I might end up doing one for the genius as well, so be on the lookout 😘

I hope I did your ask justice because I had a lot of fun writing it 💖

Please be kind; it's been a hot minute since I attempted one of these ☠️

This is NSFW. You've been warned.

And as always, my ninja turts are aged up to 30+ years.

Please don't steal my work. Reblogging for others to enjoy is highly encouraged, though🤩

Baby Bumpin'

He had to get out of the lair. And he had to do it before you got there.

By some miracle between the Gods and the universe, more commonly referred to as Don, science had prevailed, and the IVF had taken.

You and Leo were going to have a baby.

Everything had been happy and exciting the first few months of your pregnancy, but the moment your belly really started to show, the leader had started to drift.

It started off with small things like him spending more time meditating and training with his brothers.

Which, fine.

But then it moved onto him not wanting to stay overnight at your apartment or suddenly having no time to meet up with you for movie night, giving you a thousand excuses as to why he couldn't.

Albeit good excuses, but still excuses nonetheless.

And now? You felt like he was flat-out avoiding you. You'd walk into a room, and he'd walk out. He would barely say more than two sentences to you before he ran off (quite literally) because he had just “remembered he had to do something.”

Which actually always checked out when you asked one of his brothers or his father. But it was making you feel bad. And very self-conscious.

Maybe it was all the pregnancy hormones affecting your thinking.

Maybe it was just… you?

It was absolutely just you.

Leo couldn't get you out of his damn head for more than three minutes. You and that belly of yours were driving him mad.

Every time you came within five feet of him, he had to find a way to get away from you and to somewhere private where he could take care of business.

Your pregnancy hormones had this poor man at his wit's end.

All your curves calling to him like a siren luring him into the darkest depths of his lecherous fantasies.

The sweet scent of your body seducing his olfactory and igniting an insatiable inferno in his veins.

The glow of your soft skin, begging to be caressed by his lips. Pleading his mouth and teeth to leave visible love marks. Needing to be thoroughly tasted.

And that belly.

Leo’s eyes rolled back into his head as a shiver ran down his spine at the thought of his hands holding your pregnant belly as he pleasured you from behind.

All his primal instincts were screaming at him to claim you over and over and over again so you'd smell like him.

He just knew that if he didn't leave before you got there… that belly of yours… that was holding his baby… was going to be his undoing.

But he knew he couldn't let himself fall into temptation. The only thing greater than his need to make you his was his fear of hurting you or the baby.

So dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge was his current mantra every time you were around.

Little did he know that not only was he hurting your self-confidence but also his chances to play out every fantasy he'd been having - whether awake or asleep - since your belly had started showing.

Poor Leonardo had no idea how high your sex drive was right now.

There he stood with his back turned to the door of the bathroom as he finished rubbing oil over his scaly skin. The strong smell of bergamot calming his nerves and overpowering any other scents in his immediate vicinity.

Including you.

Silently, you stepped into the bathroom with your beau. You had finally trapped him so he couldn't run from you again. You needed to know…

“Leo?” Your sweet voice floated to his ears a nanosecond before your hormones punched him in the face, nearly sending him through the wall in front of him.

He spun around, eyes wide with distress, when he saw that you had closed the pair of you into the small room.

He was trapped.

“Leo… I'm not sure what's going on between us… I feel like you've been avoiding me,” you confessed, looking up at his dark gaze. His body language screaming that he wanted to be as far away from you as possible.

When he didn't respond, you continued, “If you're having second thoughts, we can figure something out…”

“No,” his voice was harsh as he spit the word at you.

“No? No you don't want to figure something out?” you asked, swallowing hard, worrying that your worst fears had come true.

“No. That's… That's not…” Leo closed his eyes and took a deep breath to try and recenter himself.

The deep breath had been a terrible mistake on his part.

You smelled absolutely amazing.

Clenching his teeth and holding his breath, he kept his eyes shut as he finally got out what he was trying to say, “That's not ever been a thought in my mind.”

“Is it my body, then? Is it how I look? Does my big belly make me undesirable?” you whispered, not sure you were ready for his answer.

“What.” His question comes out more as a statement.

“Does my pregnant body repulse you?” You asked, your voice trembling.

Leo's brow ridge finds itself on the ceiling.

Standing in front of him with tears in your eyes and your arms crossed in front of you as you tried to hide that beautiful belly, your words had slapped him so hard that he took a physical, sharp breath in.

Oh no.

He stepped closer to you, moving your hands from your belly to his plastron.

“You think I find you unattractive?” He asked, exasperation straining his handsome features.

You nodded, looking down, unable to meet his gaze. “You haven't been to bed with me in months. I thought it was because of how my body had changed.”

Leo's finger found your chin, tilting your head back so you were staring up at those devastatingly beautiful blue eyes.

His pupils dilated as he looked down at you, and the words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“I've never wanted to fuck you more than I do now.” His blatant honesty made you blush furiously.

“Mmm,” he hummed, licking his lips as he moved his hand to your face and dragged his knuckles down the side of your neck.

“Love, if it were up to me, you wouldn't leave my bed until it was time for us to meet that beautiful baby. I have wanted nothing more than to ravage you since the second your belly started to show,” he said, giving you a sultry smirk. His face sobered momentarily as those anxious thoughts of him injuring either of you reared their ugly heads.

“But?” You asked, completely captivated by this very forthcoming side of Leonardo, and, quite honestly, you were very turned on.

“I'm afraid that, ummm… that I'm going to be too much and uh… and hurt one of you,” he stuttered out, watching you closely as he tried to gauge your response.

Removing his hands from your body, you stepped and peeled your tank top off, followed by your bra.

Leo's eyes went comically large, quickly followed by his hand moving to his pants to readjust himself.

“What are you-” he started, but you didn't let him finish.

“Leo, you have the self-control of a saint. I know you aren't going to hurt us,” you told him as you stepped out of your bottoms and reached over to turn on the shower.

“But I-” he began again, stopping when your arousal hit his nostrils, making him salivate as his eyes raked over your breathtaking form.

Honest to goodness, you had never seen that man move so fast in the entire time you'd been together. And before you could say another word, your hands were holding you up against the tiled wall of the shower, with him rocking your body as his hips slapped against your backside, his hands fully supporting your belly.

As his lips found the shell of your ear, he leaned down closer to you, and through his grunts and your moans, he whispered, “You are exquisite. And I already can't wait to give you another one.”

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symmetricalkazekage · 11 months ago

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Chapter 2: Settling In

Word count: 3,350

Ch 1

I awaken to sunlight in my eyes, making the back of my eyelids burn red. I blink my eyes open, squinting against the bright sunlight peeking through the white blinds on the window. I take in a long, deep breath as I sit up in bed. I rub my eyes and look around. The room I was in was completely bare, save for the bed I laid on, the pillow and blanket I was using, and my duffle bag that lay on the floor by the bed. Was this my room? When did I walk into the apartment?

How the hell did I get here? I think as I start to slip off the bed. I feel the cold wood floor against my socks and shiver. At least I was still in last night's clothes. The cold floor was something I needed to get used to, though. I quickly start to dig into my bag, grab my chanclas, and slip them on.

Better. I sigh in relief and go to take the first step when there's a knock at my door. I let out a yell and jumped backward, almost falling back onto my bed in the process.

"I didn't mean to scare you, I was checking to see if you were awake." Miguel's voice came, muffled and soft by the door. I take a moment to calm my beating heart before walking over and opening the door. How tall was he?!

Motherfucker is taller than the damn doorway! I saw his jaw twitch but thought nothing of it.

"Uh, no, it's fine. How…how did I get to bed last night? I don't remember." I ask him, looking back towards my tousled bed.

"I carried you up."

"You…what?"

"I carried you up. You were sleeping, and I didn't want to wake you." He said simply, moving away from the door and down the hall. "Breakfast is ready if you're hungry."

I hurried after him, closing my room door after me. Not that it mattered much right now, anyway. It's not like I had things to hide from him.

"Wait, what? Hold on, backtrack there, sir." This made him halt and look at me with a small hint of surprise on his face. I halted as well, not even realizing the term I had used. "What do you mean you carried me? You could have woken me up, surely, I must've weighed too much."

Ah, there it is, the insecurity. Will I ever be free from you? I think bitterly. I made sure my emotions stayed clear from my face, however. I watched Miguel's gaze soften for a moment.

Maybe a trick of the light?

"Of course you don't. You weighed like nothing." He said, reassurance in his tone. I gave him a skeptical look.

"You're lying to me." I knew he had to be lying. He raised an eyebrow, unamused. Seemed to be his signature look, didn't it?

"Are you really doubting me? You said it yourself last night, I look like a gym rat." Damn bastard, throwing that in my face.

"Well…looking like one and being one are two different things."

"That so?"

"Y-yeah." Miguel was nothing but a flash in my eyes. I screamed as he swiftly scooped me off my feet and carried me with no falter in his step to the kitchen. He then sat me on a chair and set a plate of eggs, bacon, and sausage links in front of me with a smaller plate of pancakes. I blink, dumbfounded and overwhelmed by the act and the smell of food.

"Eat." He commanded, and I had no choice but to pick up the fork he handed me and slowly eat away at the food in front of me. My eyes watched him as he moved back to the stove and started to serve himself, piling a lot on his plate. He sat and started eating as well. His breathing never once labored or faltered. It was silent for a few clicks until I swallowed my bite and spoke.

"Do I weigh anything to you?" I asked quietly, embarrassment coloring my cheeks. Miguel simply smirked and shrugged.

"Not a thing." I pressed my lips together and went back to eating in silence. It was…weird. I've never been carried by anyone other than my dad when I was younger. Then, here comes Miguel, carrying me like I weigh nothing more than a kitten. I tried not to delve into how that made me feel.

I take my phone out of my pocket and pull up Google. I needed to start my job search. I pulled up a map of the area, taking note of the nearby stores. I distractedly shove food into my mouth, eyes glued to my phone as I planned my route for the day.

I can start with that sandwich shop two blocks from here. Then I can move to the convenience store across the street, and it looks like there's a gas station two blocks away from those. Maybe I can stop by that antique shop and-oh, is that a bakery?

"Okay," Miguel started, irritation deeply set into his voice. I froze and looked at him, my egg-filled fork halted mid-air as my mouth hung open to take the bite.

"We should probably set ground rules and other things." Miguel said, glaring at me. I set my fork down and met his eye.

"Uh, okay?"

"We'll take turns on setting a rule, and we'll discuss it. If we both agree on the rule, we'll set it in."

"Sounds fair. Care to go first since it was your idea?" I nod to him, setting my phone down and giving him my full attention. He seemed to sit up straighter when my eyes went from my phone to him. Weird.

"First of all, no electronics during meals." I knew I looked offended.

"No electronics?"

"Yes, no electronics."

"Why?"

"In today's day and age, we stare at screens all day. A meal should be enjoyed without a distraction." He said simply. I cross my arms and lean back in my chair.

"That's a load of bs. I don't agree with that rule."

"Why not?"

"Because it's ridiculous! It's just a phone!" I tried to reason.

"If it's just a phone, then you shouldn't be so bothered by the rule." He sassed. I narrowed my eyes on him.

"What's next, you're going to say no food in the room?"

"Not a bad rule."

"No!" He chuckled softly at my state. I huffed, rubbing my eyes with a groan.

"Okay, okay, fine. No electronics during meals." I glare at him in defeat. He looked back with a hint of pride. Oh, how I wanted to wipe that look off his face.

"What's your suggestion?" He asked. I took a moment to think.

“No set chores. We see something that needs to be done, and we'll do it. No taking turns, no ‘this chore is mine, this chore is yours.’” I told him. It was a method I remembered a friend and her roommate used, and she had told me it worked well. Miguel leaned back and raised an eyebrow.

“That so?” He asked. I nodded, doubling down.

�� “Indeed.” Miguel only shrugged.

“Very well.”

And we continued like that. We took turns setting rules and agreeing or disagreeing with said rules. Some we trashed, others we compromised, most we agreed on. Though, I had to admit, it felt like some of the rules were stupid. Miguel got his ‘no food in the rooms’ rule, but in return, I had my ‘no guests without approval’ rule. I could tell in his eyes that he thought my rule was idiotic, but I found it necessary. The last thing I wanted was to exit my room in pajamas just to walk into a kitchen with a stranger.

He had added an ‘always knock’ rule and a ‘dim lighting’ rule. Now the knocking I agreed to, but the dim lighting was very weird and was definitely in call for an explanation.

“Dim lighting? What do you mean?” I asked, pushing my now empty plate aside. Miguel peered at me over his nearly empty glass of milk. Somehow, this simple act of drinking milk reminded me a lot of my dad. He did like to drink a tall glass of milk no matter what time of day it was. I tried to gulp down the lump in my throat caused by the sudden hit of homesickness.

Miguel seemed to be turning over my words. His dark eyes bore into my own blue ones. The hand holding his glass gently swirled the milk in it. I could see the wheels turning in his head as his face remained expressionless. Anxiety began to build up in my gut and make me squirm. I began to twist my fingers together and direct my eyes away from his stare. As soon as I did, I noticed him move in my peripheral and quickly looked back at him. I was shocked to see him moving with my gaze.

What is his deal? I wondered as nerves and anxiety ate me from the inside-out. I gulped and cleared my throat before speaking.

“Miguel, you don-”

“I have sensitive eyes.” He interrupted. I blinked, shocked to have received an answer. He waited for a few moments before speaking again.

“Bright lights hurt my eyes, which is why you'll find the lights on the lowest setting and blackout curtains on every window save your room.” He started with a lazy wave of his glass. My eyes flicked at the movement, then back up at him. I let his words roll around my mind. Sensitive eyes were nothing new to me. Hell, my own dad had sensitive eyes as well. He wore sunglasses whenever he was out during the day.

“That makes sense. I'll be sure to grab some blackout curtains for my room as well.” He seemed to be taken aback by that.

“You don't have to.”

“Oh but I want to. Besides, I like my darkness.” I say with a shrug. What I thought to be a look of gratitude washed over Miguel's features.

“Thank you.” He lifted his glass to me slightly before downing the rest of his milk. I couldn't help but chuckle.

“No problem, really.” I gave him a smile, one that he returned with a light tilt of the corner of his mouth. I opened my mouth to speak when, suddenly, a Ding! noise filled the room. Miguel's face hardened immediately as his eyebrows furrowed and he looked at his…what the fuck is that? The band of what I assumed was a watch was nothing but a solid metal band wrapping around his wrist with that singular square screen that glowed and blinked a neon orange color.

I couldn't help but stare as Miguel tapped the orange LED screen to stop the noise and blinking light. Miguel got up and placed his dishes in the sink, giving them a quick rinse before moving out of the kitchen.

“I'll wash those when I get back, work calls for me.”

“Oh, okay.” I say absent-mindedly. I was still trying to wrap my head around the watch. Miguel paused at the kitchen entrance and turned to look at me.

“Do you need a ride anywhere?” He asked. This caused my brain to finally jumpstart and get those wheels turning.

“Oh! Uh, no, thank you. I'll be fine. Besides, I need to learn my way around these streets.” Miguel didn't look convinced.

“This is New York, not your Beverly Hills red carpet.” I scoffed.

“What makes you think I lived in Beverly Hills?” Miguel gave me a once over before raising a brow. I gave him an offended look. Miguel started to walk away.

“Wait here.” He said. I start to rise from my chair.

“What? Hey, wait a minute you can't just-”

“I said, ‘Wait. Here.’” He commanded, appearing back from around the corner and pointing at the floor. I immediately sat back down at his command, shocking myself in doing so. He watched for a moment before nodding his head and stalking off. His footsteps softly echoed down the hallway, leaving me to my bewilderment.

What the hell just happened? I thought, slowly blinking as I looked at the spot Miguel had left. My cheeks begin to flush with embarrassment as the realization of what happened hit me. Ugh, he probably thinks I'm some kind of weirdo now. I groan and place my head in my hands. How could I react like that? Why did I react like that? Why was I so quick to follow his order? I groaned and placed my head in my hands. This was embarrassing! Within the first twenty-four hours, we had an argument and an awkward interaction.

That bastard probably meant for that to happen. An impulsive thought threw into the pile of many others. I froze as I processed the thought. A scowl began to chase the flush from my cheeks as I whipped my head up and glared where he stood. How dare he?! I cross my arms and begin to tap my fingers on my arm, grumpy as this thought melted into my system.

“Oh, sure, make fun of me just because you think I come from some bougie family, why don't you?! The fucking nerve!” I huff, mumbling under my breath. Eventually I hear Miguel's footsteps and I wait expectantly. He walks back into view, eyes moving from his weird watch to me.

“I've asked a friend to drive you around where you need to go. Her name's Jessica.” He tells me, basically leaving no room for argument. I scoff.

“I don't need a ride, I'm perfectly capable of walking.” Miguel raised a brow.

“Really?” He rumbled lowly, lips barely moving as he spoke. I gulp, feeling my heart take a few extra beats upon hearing his voice.

“Yes.” I say in an unconvincing voice that cracked and made me sound like I squeaked. I cleared my throat but didn't try to convince Miguel any further.

“Fine, I'll drive around with Jessica.” I huff out, looking away.

“Good.” Miguel said with a satisfactory tone. I sigh and look at him again, eyes immediately meeting his again. What's with this guy and eye contact?

“How long until she's here?”

“Five minutes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be getting ready.” He nodded his head and left before I could say a word.

“Alright.” I called out to him, picking up my phone and checking the stores I planned to visit. I chewed my lip. I didn't want to bother someone by making them drive me around when I could easily walk. Maybe just three stores? Or four? No, that would be pushing my luck, surely. I should go for the ones further away, right? I mean, it only makes sense if she's driving me. Then, maybe after she drops me off, I can walk to the closer ones. Miguel wouldn't know the difference. I smile at the plan I made.

I'll show him for thinking I need to be babysat. I can take care of myself. I think triumphantly, bookmarking the places I want to be taken to.

A knock sounds at the door after some time. I called out to Miguel that I had the door as I walked up to it. I open it and smile at the woman standing there. God's, she was gorgeous! She had smooth, richly dark skin; soft, brown eyes; and an afro held back with a red headband. She wore a red and black biker's outfit and sunglasses with bright yellow lenses.

And very much pregnant, oh my gods. I blink in surprise but give her a warm smile. The woman gives me a once over and offers her own warm smile.

“You must be Miguel's new roommate.” She said her voice was strong and confident. She sounded like she was speaking in a soft melody meant to lull someone to sleep. “I'm Jessica.”

“Oh, hi, I'm Ashley.” I say, moving aside to let her in. “Come in!”

“Thank you.” She walks in and picks a comfortable armchair to sit in, letting out a soft, relieved groan.

“Would you like something to drink? Water? Coffee?” I ask immediately.

“No, no, I'm fine, thank you.” She says with a playful tone and dismissive wave. “I just love this armchair.”

“Okay, well, I'll let Miguel know you're here.”

“Oh, I'm sure he already knows.” Jessica says with a chuckle. I only nod and head down the hallway leading to my room and where I assume his room was as well. I suppose we did talk pretty loudly, but I felt the need to tell him anyway. As I walked down the hall, I looked at the few paintings that lined either wall. They were…odd to say the least. To be fair, I was no renowned artist, but these pieces reeked of chaos and nonsense. I couldn't even call it abstract; they were otherworldly.

I walked up to my room and paused. I looked at the remaining doors down the hall. It occurred to me I was never told where his room was. My eyes went from one closed door to the next as I tried to decide on what to do. There were three more doors, so really, I could be wrong twice. I scowled at the thought. Ugh, imagine being wrong twice? How embarrassing would that be?! He wouldn't let me live it down if his current behavior was any indication. I could already hear the teasing lilt of his annoyingly hot voice.

Whoa, where did that come from? I shake my head to rid myself of the thought. He's my roommate. I shouldn't think of him like that. I quickly changed the course of my train of thought to my current dilemma.

Do I call out his name and hope he hears me? I hesitated. Did I really want to risk Jessica hearing me sound like a doofus? Imagine not knowing your own apartment! Luckily, I only had to debate for a moment more when the decision was made for me. Miguel walked out of the last door down the hall wearing a deep blue, three-piece suit.

Right. Go figure.

However, I barely process the location of his room as I'm floored by just how utterly handsome he is in that suit. The dark color of the fabric brightened the dull brown of his skin and gave him a more lively look. His hair was brushed back, causing his wild curls to be hidden from sight. He looked so different from the way I saw him last night and during breakfast. Curls haywire from bedhead, loose-fitted shirt and pajama bottoms, tired but attentive eyes-

Focus, damn it! Stop staring! And, as if sensing me, Miguel's eyes immediately met mine. A surprised blush colors my cheeks as my eyes widen.

“O-oh, uh, haha, J-J-J-” I start to stutter out. I stop myself and take a deep breath, closing my eyes and turning my head away from Miguel. Gods, I hate this stutter.

“Jessica,” I pronounce slowly before speaking at my usual pace, “is here.” I informed him before looking at him again. Miguel is silent for a beat. Then two. Then three. His expression seemed unreadable, but I swore I saw something processing in that brain of his. Maybe a trick of the light?

Finally, he nods. “Thank you. You should start getting ready.”

I look down at myself, still wearing the clothes I had left California in. Gross.

“Yeah, I'll just be a few.” I tell him, turning to head to my room.

“And Ashley?” He calls out, his deep voice holding that authoritative tone. I pause and look back at him.

“Yeah?”

“No funny business. Jessica will take you where you need to go.” He said pointedly. How…how did he know? I quickly school my features to a small smile and roll my eyes.

“I know, I know. Thanks, dad.” I say the last part sarcastically and enter my room without another word.

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I am in the process of writing 14 rn, so your patience us certainly appreciated ❤️❤️

Hello, hello! Don't mind me just feeding yall another snippet 💕

This is a Bayverse!Leonardo x F!Reader chaptered fic called Desperation me and @symmetricalkazekage are cowriting, and we both agreed to give you all this tiny piece just to satiate that hunger of yours ;}

"Jeez guys, it's too early for this." He sighed, pushing his glasses up and rubbing his eyes. You didn't dare break the gaze, not wanting to appear weak. Leonardo huffed and looked away, making you lift your chin in triumph and finish your food. Donnie looked between you both, shifting the position of his glasses.

"Seriously, you guys need to make a better effort at this." Leonardo scoffed.

"Why don't you tell that to Ms. Screams-a-lot." You scoffed as well.

"Oh, you're one to talk!"

"Am I? I don't remember ever yelling."

"You may not scream, but you're still insufferable." He only rolled his eyes and looked at Donnie.

"See what I mean? Who's idea was it to house a girl?" Donnie did not want to be a part of this conversation, but it was too late. You gasped and threw an opened syrup packet at the blue-clad turtle. The two turtles in front of you froze. Donnie gave you a look you couldn't recognize and started walking backward towards the exit. You watched as the syrup that landed on Leonardo's cheek and shoulder slowly drip down lower. It wasn't until he gave you a dark and dangerous look that it occurred to you that it might have been a bad idea.

"Get over here!" The shout shot fear deep into the pit of your stomach and you barely had time to react when he lunged at you, jumping clean across the table. You screamed as you ran away, only barely missing his hold.

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symmetricalkazekage · 1 year ago

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The one and only August! There she is!!

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Hah.... well..... thank you brain for turning this artwork into the most vivid movie 🥵🥵🥵

Happy Birthday !

Ok just imagine, the Bay turtle’s lovely training everyday in secret to take their cock fully to surprise them? We all know the Bay boys are bigger then average in more way then one, so their significant other slowly working up to their size would be *chef kiss*

The absolute shock that they would experience when their partner saunters up to them all doe eyed saying they have a special present. Only for the turtle’s to loose their mind as they fully sink down to the hilt for the first time.

It would be so romantic but so hot. Female reader, Bay Turtles (choose which one you like, or go with all of them), thank you and have fun with the prompt!

YES

Bay!Turtle of Choice x Fem!reader

He curiously follows you through your apartment, your hand wrapped around his larger one and an infectious smile on your beautiful face.

"What exactly do you mean by 'surprise'?" He smiles at your giggles.

"You'll see," opening your bedroom door, he sees that the lights have been dimmed and LED candles are strewn about. Rose Petals line the empty floor space around the bed. And the bed was covered in dozens of soft pillows and blankets.

"Baby," He coos, wrapping his arms around you, pulling your back to his chest. "This is a nice surprise,"

"That's only part of the surprise," You smirk, pulling away from him.

"I'm going to go slip into something....a little more comfortable," grabbing the waistband of his pants, you tug him close, your lips inches apart. "I want you laying on the bed, naked and hard by the time I get back,"

You spin on your heels and lock yourself into the bathroom, moving quickly. You put on your new lingere in his favorite color, enjoying how the stockings made your legs look.

You take a breath, then open the door.

As asked, he's laying with his shell propped up on your pillows, in all his naked glory. He gasps when he sees you.

"Damn, baby," He sits up, making you blush as you walk up to the bed. "Is that my surprise?"

You giggle, crawling on your hands and knees on the bed. Using your hands to push him to lay back.

"Almost," His hands massage your ass and hips as you lean forward, kissing him soundly.

He moans softly when you bite his bottom lip, slipping your tongue into his mouth.

Reaching between your bodies, you stroke his hard cock, enjoying hoe he jumped at the sudden contact.

"You like this?" You nip at his jaw, then his neck. Kissing and sucking to your hearts content as your hand slowly stroked him.

"Alright," in a swift move, he flips you over onto your back.

He kisses all over your body, bur especially between your legs. Raising them up over his shoulders, he kisses, slurps, and sucks your pussy like it's his last meal.

You whine and writh against the bed, hand holding his head like a life line. Your own tossed back, body arched and legs shaking.

You cum hard and long on his lips, screaming out his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

"Come here," You breathlessly pant.

He climbs up and claims your lips. You press on his shoulders making him lay back on his shell.

Swinging your leg over him, you use the momentum to reach and grab the lube on your nightstand.

You smear it all over your soaked pussy and his hard cock.

"Just, remember, slow baby," His face falls slightly. He knows he's too big, but you've been trying like crazy for the past few weeks to take all of him.

Well little does he know...

You notch him at your entrance, planting your hands on his shoulders and leaning down. Your breath fanning across his face.

"Surprise," in one slow fluid motion, you sink fully onto his cock. You both moan loudly. Your ass sits flush on his thighs.

Feeling so full and overwhelmed, you move your hips up and down, taking him again and again.

"Fuck baby," He moans, sweat gathering on his brow. His lip caught between his teeth and his hands groping your hips. "How'd...."

"I've been practicing," You pant, moving harder.

"Fuck!" Bending his knees, he pistons his hips up into you. You lock your knees to not fall over and moan loudly, your tits bouncing.

"You feel so good. So good and big and hard inside me," You chant, eyes rolling back into your head.

"Fuck you're.....ah! Amazing," He stutters, unable to think right.

His hand snakes down to furiously rub your clit. It sends you spiraling into the best orgasm of your life. You scream louder than before, gushing and clenching around him.

He moans loudly, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you as his hips jerk. He empty himself into you. Panting into your hair, he rubs your back.

"You're perfect baby," He whispers.

You giggle softly. "Surprise,"

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symmetricalkazekage · 1 year ago

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OH MY GOD👀👀👀 I changed my name???

Formerly post-apocalyptic-daydream! I'm now....

ithinkmonstersarebeautiful 😁

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Listen, beta reading this made me so happy!!! The perfect ending 🙏🏽🙏🏽💕

Hi hi! It's been a while! I promise I didn't forget yall! Just been busy lol

Anway, onto what you've all been waiting for

⚠️WARNING: ADULT TURTLE⚠️

It's been a while and...old habits die hard

Bayverse!Donatello x GN!Reader

Melting the Ice

Finale of Re-freezing the Ice

"Okay, your turn."

"Nah, you don't wanna hear it."

"No, really! Lay it on me!"

"Alright, alright." You said with a chuckle. Donnie had asked you to hang out with him since he had no patrol or assignments for the night, and how could you say no? You were both currently lying on a blanket on your apartment roof, staring up at the stars. Donnie had shed himself of all his gear, laying on his back with an arm behind his head and the other resting on his stomach. You were in a similar position but with both arms behind your head. At this moment, you were both sharing stories of failed friendships.

"So, there was this old school friend I caught up with." You started. Donnie looked at you, listening. It reassured you when he'd actively show he was listening, much different from when you guys dated.

"We hung out after we both got off work one day and just talked. We hung out a few more times after that, but then things got weird? He would ask to make plans, and we'd make them, but then the day would go by, and he'd flake out on me. Not a single call or text, and then he'd act like it never happened. But when I did it cause I was hanging out with another friend who was visiting, he made a whole hissy fit about it. Called me up and everything." You sighed and rolled your eyes. "I ended up blocking him cause I just got tired of him flaking me out. And his ex kept blocking me on his phone. You know me-"

"-you're not about the drama. I know." Donnie finished with a chuckle. His chuckle was short-lived as he gazed at you with sympathy. "I'm sorry that happened. He should've treated you better than that. You deserve to be treated better."

"I know. It's why I stopped talking to him after a couple of months. Didn't have time for people who didn't appreciate my time." You tell him with a chuckle. Your words bit Donnie. He felt guilt wrap around his heart for what felt like the millionth time.

"Listen, I'm sorry."

"Don, I know. You're forgiven. You don't have to keep apologizing." It's been nearly six months since Donnie first contacted you. Six months since you forgave him and tried again on the whole friendship thing.

Six months of developing feelings all over again.

You couldn't help it. He was so attentive to your needs and was extremely communicative. He didn't starve himself or overwork himself into pulling all nighters. Hell, he stopped sleeping in his lab! Even when you talked to the others, they gushed about how much he changed over the last fifteen years. Mikey could play video games with Donnie like when they were kids. Raph and Donnie got to spar outside of their usual training. Leo was actually able to get his nose out of the screen to help him plan missions out better. Even April and Casey commented how Donnie was able to finally sit through a movie without looking at his screens. Donnie changed after the breakup. He changed after you told him his flaws and red flags. You couldn't help how your heart thrilled at the thought.

"I know, I know, but I can't help but still feel so guilty for the way I mistreated you. I should've been there for you, you know? I should've changed sooner, been more attentive, and fixed myself. I-" You shush him with a hand over his mouth. You chuckled softly.

"Donnie, what happened happened. We can't change that. But what we can change is the here and now, and as far as I see it, you did change. You changed for the better because you saw your flaws. The fact you listened to me makes me so proud of you. Like I said before, we were young and dumb. We weren't ready for that yet." Donnie seemed to hesitate before nodding. You let go of his mouth.

"You're right, no point in continuing to apologize for something that already happened."

"And for something you've already been forgiven for." You add. He chuckles.

"And for something I've already been forgiven for." He repeats. You both smile and gaze into each other's eyes. You never noticed how much brighter his hazel eyes seemed to have become. He was definitely much healthier than before, too. He had packed on more muscle, no longer the slim and lean turtle he used to be. He actually looked like he had a body now, though he was still the skinniest of his brothers. You were snapped back to reality when you felt his hand gently rest over your own. You looked at his hand, then up at him at the mention of your name.

"Listen, these past few months have been so awesome. Being able to reconnect and build that friendship again means so much to me, and I'm sure to you too." Donnie gazed into your eyes as you nodded your head to agree with him. His eyes flitted away as anxiety began to fill them. You scooted closer to him.

"Don?" You questioned. He looked back at you and smiled weakly.

"Sorry, I'm just…it doesn't get easier the second time around."

"Second time?"

"Will you…oh geez…will you like to try again and…go out with me? Are you open to a second chance?" He asked. You could tell he was holding his breath, waiting for your answer. You didn't realize your own breath was being held until your lungs started to burn. You took a deep breath in and let a deep breath out, fighting against your hammering heart. This was it. This was the moment you had started to fantasize about.

And you'll be damned if you let this moment pass.

"I think you earned that second chance." You breathe out. When did you move in so close to him? Donnie sucked in a sharp breath.

"You mean that?" He asked, eyes filling with hope. You smile and nod.

"Yes, I do." The smile that graced his own face was enough to illuminate New York City several times over. The power of his smile would've left you squinting if it weren't for his smile being reflected on you. Donnie sat up as best he could and rested on his elbows, taking your face into his hands with slight hesitancy. He looked into your eyes, gently caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. You giggle, already reading his mind.

"Come on and kiss me, you big goof." He chuckled and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle dance.

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