#TMNT X Reader

[ferox-imagines]

🫶🫶the boys!!! I will make reference sheets for them eventually🫶 still going with the name saraverse for now

[dancingdonatello]

2012 Raph X Reader who is the OPPOSITE of Mona Lisa

i mean they are sweet, can’t fight, gives raph random little gifts to show affection, love’s physical touch all that stuff

Love your fan fictions!

2012 raph x reader

“Come on.” Raph dragged you off the couch that you clung desperately to. “Live a little.”

“You’re going to kill me!” You whined, looking up at him with big eyes. “Raphie…”

He rolled his eyes and reached over to effortlessly pick you up. You pouted as he carried you into the dojo and placed you on your feet. You continued to give him your best puppy eyes but he ignored you as he cracked his knuckles.

He won every ‘spar’ you two had in the next hour.

“You’re not even tryin’.” He had you pinned to the floor with his body. You took the chance to hug him, nuzzling into his neck affectionately. “What kinda move is that?”

You grumbled, bringing him in closer. Why fight if you two could cuddle instead? You didn’t get it at all.

“What’s gonna happen when I’m not around to protect ya?” He poked you in the side with a finger and you jumped, biting down laughter.

“Never gonna happen!” You kissed his cheek, smiling when he rolled his eyes with an embarrassed expression. “You follow me everywhere. I can’t even buy any surprise gifts for you anymore!”

“You’re so dramatic.” He sat up, allowing you to cling to him so that you got raised along with him. You settled into his side easily, staring up at him.

“Nuh uh.” You grinned up at him mischievously. He gave you a suspicious look immediately. “It’s why I had to go at 3am to a 24 hour junk store to buy you something.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, lip twitching into a scowl. “You went out at night. At 3am. Alone. Nobody knew.”

“Yup!” You broke away from him to dig into your pockets. You took out a small turtle charm. “It reminded me of you! You can hook it onto your phone or something!”

He stared at you. “You went out at 3am for this?”

Your expression fell. “You don’t like it.”

He sighed and took the turtle charm from you, staring down at it. “I like it. I don’t like you going out at night with the Purple Dragons and the Foot and—”

“and the Kraang, I know, I know.” You rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue out. He poked it and you yelped, staring at him in betrayal. He simply smirked at you.

“I guess this just means we have to train some more.”

“No…” you whined, going boneless when he tried to drag you to your feet.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Random Headcanons (18+)

BTTS!Donatello x reader

A/N: My Back To The Sewers boys need some more attention, so I’m just gonna add this💜

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Sex as a distraction, riding, mentioning of soft sex, mentioning of rough sex, sex on the internet.

After Donnie and his brothers returned from the future, things were not how they used to be between the two of you. One would be forgiven to think that it was because a whole year had passed since you last saw each other, but it didn’t take long for anybody to realise it was because of what had happened to Splinter. He was too busy blaming himself, doing everything in his power to find a way to bring his father and sensei back from the deep web, rarely leaving his new lab.

It took quite some time before you were able to get him out of the lab, helping him to his bedroom so he could relax for once since he came home. It was here that you and Donnie had your first time since he came home, with you riding him, bouncing up and down his member, allowing him to moan, whimper and groan beneath you, unwinding at the pleasure you provided him.

You became a much stabling factor in Donnie’s life (just like you had been before he and his brothers went to 2105), as he did everything he could, so he and his brothers could bring their father home, you made sure to get Donnie out of his lab every night, so he at least could get some sleep. Part of that was to help Donnie get his mind off things, and sort of distract him.

These distractions actually proved quite beneficial to both of you, as neither of you really knew what direction any of them could go in. One night it could lead to soft love making, and the next it could lead to hard and rough sex, almost so loud that it woke Donnie’s brothers up.

But sometimes, you didn’t even manage to get to the bedroom, before Donnie would jump on you. It wasn’t often, but sometimes it did happen, that Donnie found himself so frustrated from his perceived lack of progress, and then he just needed an outlet. That outlet then becoming you, moaning and whimpering beneath him, either on the floor of the lab, the table or his chair, begging him to let you cum.

Did the internet also suddenly take a much larger role in you and Donnie’s sex life, with Donnie’s new and much stronger access to the internet, becoming a way for the two of you to experiment in new and much different ways? Indeed it did. And let’s just say that you and Donnie can now say that you have had actual sex on the internet. Not mutual masturbation, but actual sex.

[niphredil-14]

🥵🥵🥵

hi! Im the anon that you just responded to hehe, so i have an idea!

so 2007 raphael comes home from doing his nightwatcher duty, hes kinda exhausted but its better when he comes home to you <3 You offer to give him some shoulder massages and it turns into a heated make out session which leads to... you know~

anyway, its just an idea! Hope you have a great night/day <3

we are so back. lmk if yall want a part 2~ I KNOW 2007 RAPH HATES TO SEE ME COMING FR-

NOTE: this is my after dark blog, and you're going to find smut here. 2007 is a more mature version of the turtles, and they are around their early/mid 20s. MINORS DNI. WARNINGS : Giving/Receiving, facefucking

TMNT 2007!Raphael x Reader: Unwind (NSFW 18+)

Imagine Raphael paying you a visit after a night out being the Nightwatcher.

He’s exhausted and wants to see you- and could use a relaxing shower.

He wonders if you’re awake- he looks at the night sky; it had to be past midnight by now. Maybe 2 AM?

But, who was he kidding? You were always awake; waiting for him, wanting him. 

That particular thought made a heat rise in between his thighs, and he looked in the direction of your apartment. 

The most sinful thoughts run through his mind, and he can’t help but reminisce about the last time you were both intimate. How you screamed his name and pleasured him in ways he couldn’t by himself. How good your tight pussy felt around his throbbing cock. Oh yeah, he needed you right now. 

So when he calls you and says he’s coming over, you hop out of bed and head over to the bathroom to set it up for him like you always do

A fresh towel, a washcloth, the whole nine. 

By the time Raphael arrives, his Nightwatcher helmet is off, revealing the face you’ve come to love. He’s sweating, and panting, yet still has the strength to sweep you off your feet and kiss you as a greeting.

It’s the same routine you and the red terrapin have become accustomed to. You wait until he gets out of the shower, you make out, and then he fucks your brains out.

Just the way you liked it.

However this time, Raphael appears to be more fatigued than he usually is. Normally, he comes over and he’s ready to get to work, but right now, as he comes out of the steaming shower, his muscles are sore.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask, watching as Raphael tries to get the knots out of the sides of his neck. He could really, really use a massage right now.

“Uh, yeah, I’m good.” He replies, but you know him all too well. 

You motion for him to come to you, and he obliges. However, instead of going in for a kiss like you usually do, you place your hands on his shoulders and place some pressure on those spots that seem to be bothering him the most. 

=~*~*~=

“Not that I’m complainin’, but what are ya doin'?” The turtle’s golden eyes look into yours as he turns his head to face you. Smiling while sitting behind him, you kiss his cheek.

“I figured you needed a massage. It looks like those muscles need some TLC.” You knew more than anyone that Raphael put much effort into being The Nightwatcher. It meant being able to put in 100% effort every time he put his suit on. With Leonardo currently training abroad, Raphael became accustomed to sneaking out and playing vigilante. It was rewarding, more so now since he gets to see you every night. You took care of him, in more ways than one.

“Ya always know what I need, dontcha princess?” You could hear the playfulness in Raphael’s gruff voice, and that alone started to get you going. If his tone wasn’t enough, him calling you princess was. Raphael viewed you like a goddess, and he placed you so high on a pedestal that he made it a rule for himself to treat you like one. You weren’t just some fuck buddy, you were his, and that’s how he liked it.

“Don’t start,” you nudge him softly, warning the smug turtle not to go there yet; you wanted to finish massaging his perfectly sculpted muscles. 

You had begun to hit all the right spots that were bothering him, and Raphael couldn’t be more appreciative of you than right now. He wondered what he could do to repay you.

Raphael turns his head to you, and he thinks about all the ways he could satisfy you. By this point, you had both come to understand how each other’s bodies worked; what you liked and what you didn’t like. Raphael knew what spots to hit, what places to bite, and what places to suck. 

He watches you hungrily, watching how your pretty face seems fixated on his body, yet you don’t seem to notice how his amber eyes stick to you like glue. He smirked at how oblivious you were at this moment. 

 He thought about- oh! How fun it was last time to eat you out. He wanted to do that again. Or how about that time he came in your mouth just from head? Or even when- you know what? Fuck it. Raphael couldn’t take it anymore. His sexual urges were beginning to take over, and he was ready to devour you like his prey.

“Princess,” He had enough.

“Hmm?” You hum absentmindedly in response. Looking up at him, you could tell what was coming next. The gaze he was giving you, how his voice became gruff and hoarse. Oh, he was ready; and so were you. 

“C’mere-” Grabbing you by your waist, Raphael maneuvers you to where you’re straddling his lap, making sure you can feel the erection against your exposed thigh from your shorts. Getting on top, you wrap your arms around the turtle’s neck, going in for the first kiss. This one would set the tone for the rest of the night. When the first kiss is gentle, Raphael lets you take the lead (which wasn’t often). If the kiss is anything but, he’s usually the one who makes you his and gets you begging for him. You were about to find out how the night would play out. 

“Mmm,” You giggle softly into the kiss, feeling as Raph pulls you closer and places a hand on your neck, placing pressure on the opposite ends of it with two out of three fingers. If that didn’t indicate how the rest of the moment would play out, the way he crashed his lips onto yours and beat you to the punch sure did. His tongue explored your mouth, looking for its partner in crime to dance with. Once your tongues connected, they began battling it out for dominance. Who would reign on top?

Spoiler: it’s Raphael. 

You couldn’t predict him giving your ass a tight squeeze which caused you to moan and put your guard down. Smirking into the kiss, Raphael begins tugging at your shorts, requesting-- no -- demanding that they come off immediately.

When you don’t comply and decide to tease him by slowly reaching for the hem, he takes matters into his own hands.

“Raph!” You roll your eyes at the terrapin, watching as your torn bottoms hit the floor. You felt the air hit your rear as it was now exposed- only a red pair of panties covering you now. “Those were my favorite shorts.”

It seemed this comment didn’t phase Raphael- his fingers found their way toward your waistline and soon your thighs to feel the heat pooling between them. He rubbed his fingers in a circular motion on your sex, feeling your clit swell with excitement for what was about to happen. Raphael’s mind was running wild, he wondered how quickly he could make you cum from just his tongue alone. However, you had other plans. You peel your black tee from your body, feeling the sweat accumulating from the heated moment get wicked away from your skin. You had planned this very moment- and suddenly, Raphael’s attention was on your red bra. You smiled as you got down from straddling his waist on the bed, standing confidently in your own skin as your lover stared you up and down. From head to toe, top to bottom, Raphael loved it when you wore his favorite color. 

He couldn’t wait to devour you.

You watch as his hands wrap around you to unclip the article of clothing from your body, not caring where he threw it once it became undone. He picks you up, plopping you down on the bed. Raphael was ready to eat. Getting on his knees in front of you, he puts his hands together, jokingly thanking you for the meal. He starts with spreading your legs, getting a fantastic view of his feast. He sucks on your clit, watching as you immediately twitch in excitement in response to his mouth on your sex. His wide tongue flicking and sucking in all the right places. Your thighs grip both sides of Raph’s head, making sure his face isn’t going anywhere but in your dripping cunt. As your legs shake from sensitivity, your mutant boyfriend teases you by placing a thick finger by your entrance, ready to prepare you for the real thing. Making sure you really want this, Raph’s face comes from between your legs, looking at your half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks for confirmation to continue. You whine in annoyance, locking your eyes with Raph. His sensual golden ones look up at you from your sex, juices from your entrance all over his lips. Quickly wiping his mouth, he takes a breath before diving back in after your nod of approval. 

“Please,” You manage to breathe out, lustful eyes staring hungrily at the red-banded turtle in front of you. You could almost taste the moan about to erupt from your throat as Raph teased your slippery entrance with his index. The way he had you right where he wanted you seemed to arouse him even more. 

“More,” He flicks his finger, going a mere 2 centimeters inside before retreating outside; the tip of his digit glistening from your arousal. “Beg fa me.” Oh, Raph knew just how to get you under his spell. He’s watching your facial expressions and furrowed brows, trying to focus on your climax, and it seemed to quicken when he asked you to beg. 

“Ya want it?” He teases, removing his finger completely. “Yes,” He knew your answer. However, the smirk on Raph’s face tells you that you’re going to have to do more than just say a simple yes. 

“Not good enough,” The hothead comments, “Try again.” His head lifts from your thighs and moves to your neck, teeth grabbing onto your warm skin softly. He knows exactly which place gets you going, and when he gets there, you can’t help but let out a whimper of satisfaction. 

“P-please, Raph,” You strain, the feeling of Raph suckling on your skin almost sending you into overdrive. “I want it.” 

However, the turtle doesn’t stop, and his thumb somehow finds your enlarged clit, flicking it every which way at a speed that would get you to finish in an instant. You grip his shoulders, throwing your head back until Raph pushes your back onto the bed. He lifts your left leg up, licking his lips to reminisce about just how sweet you tasted. He wanted to go back for seconds. 

Your mind began imagining the most sinful thoughts you could even create. What didn’t help was that Raph’s finger suddenly went inside you, causing your hole to stretch out from how big his finger was. Your body jolts from surprise, causing a moan to escape from your lips. You tightened around the turtle’s finger, feeling his “come here” motion that brushed over your G-spot. 

As the turtle in red did this, you noticed the large bulge from the side of his plastron by his muscular thighs.

Now, Raph knew he had a big cock. He was quite smug about it. The only part that made him anxious was putting it inside you. He didn’t want to hurt you from his size. 

Suddenly, you had an idea, and your mouth seemed to water from the thought of Raph’s green member inside it. 

“W-wait,” Your hands placed on his plastron, and Raph looks up immediately with a concerned look on his face. 

“Sorry, did I hurt ya?” He asks. It’s quite comical how Raph’s tone can switch. He was just eating you out, having you at his mercy, and now he’s back to big teddy bear Raph. 

“No…just…” You sit up, your hair now messy from the sexual activity. Loose strands sticking to your face from the sweat littering your skin. Skin warm to the touch and mouth slightly open to regulate your breathing. You were a beautiful mess. You watch Raph’s hungry eyes, seemingly fucking you with his gaze alone. 

“Lay down.” You command with a silvery voice. Raphael, unsure of what you were doing complies. Did you want to cuddle? Were you tired? Did you need a second to breathe? He was unsure. 

He’s still unsure as his cranium hits the pillow, your bed’s headboard moving slightly. His point of view encapsulates his obvious boner, and you are off to the side of him, looking up with your innocent doe eyes. Your hand caresses the “issue” between his legs, feeling how big it is, and how it twitches in response.

Raph’s face is stunning. Beads of sweat on his forehead and his throaty voice scrambling for words to say as you move his plastron to the side. In an instant, Raph’s member springs out, precum dripping from the tip. His emerald member stands tall and hard, with deep green veins going down from the base to the head.

You eye his sex, almost drooling from how nice it looked with the moon’s light seeping through your window. Your thumb circles Raph’s tip, watching as more precum emerges and a deep churr from Raph’s throat. “Are…are ya sure?” The red-clad turtle asks in a smoky tone. 

You silently nod, determined to take him in your mouth. Albeit a little overwhelming from his size, but, your sexual urges overcome this. You grab Raph at his base, wrapping your hand around him. Your head dipping into his lap and mouth gaping to welcome his dick in your warm cavern. Your mouth becomes stretched and tears emerge from the inner corner of both your half-opened eyes. Purring in satisfaction, you ball your fists to remove any gag reflex. As you go deeper, Raph’s gruff voice groans in delight, and you feel his hand grab a fistful of your hair to hold onto. 

“Princess…ya…yer doin' it so good,” Raph could die right now and be satisfied. His point of view now watching as your swollen moist lips seem to kiss and engulf more than half of his full size. “Keep goin’, jus like dat.” Raph watched as you looked up at him, seeing as your tear-stained cheeks flushed from testing your limits on his girth. He tests the waters a bit, and he gently guides your head to go at a steady pace, bobbing up and down his shaft. 

Now, Raph isn’t known to moan. He tries to hide them by covering his mouth or biting his lip if he has to. But, he knew you liked his noise. His deep moans were music to your little ears. 

As you hummed and the vibrations went down to his base, you caressed his balls before pulling your lips away from his wet tip, a string of saliva connecting you to it. 

“Mmm, come on, Raph,” You tease, leaning towards him and planting a kiss on his neck. “Let me take care of you.” Your hand makes its way from the sack back to the shaft, slightly squeezing as you stroke up and down. 

“F-fuck, Y/n…ya gonna make me cum like this.” You can see Raph’s eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure, his heightened sense of smell taking in the aroma of your sweet sultry scent. Your mouth takes in half of Raph’s member, the lower half being stroked by your hand. You were putting in the work needed to satisfy this turtle, and he was so appreciative of you. Your hair still tangled in his fist, and after some time, you could feel his member begin to twitch. He loved the feeling of you choking on him, and he couldn’t help but move your head down a little after each stroke and penetration into your mouth, feeling your tongue lick around his head in the process. There were just so many sensations going on for him, that Raph’s breath began to get uneven; the volume of his churrs increased to an astronomical level. Raphael wasn’t a quiet lover, no, he wanted everyone to know what was going on. 

“Y/n,” Raph managed to say your name, to which you continued sucking and deepthroating, his noises fueling your desire to make him cum. He watched as his dick was covered in your saliva, the hand wrapped around his base squelching as it stroked up and down in sync with your mouth on his top half. It was just so much that…

“F…fuck! I’m…” You were maxing out your speed, ignoring your sore mouth and cramped hand for the satisfaction of Raph crumbling from your touch. He was under your spell; and you knew it, too.

‘He’s gonna cum’ Your lips curl into a devious smile as they continuously go along his long shaft. Soon enough, you switch up your approach for the final stretch. You remove your hand from Raph’s sex, taking in his whole member as tears prick the ends of your eyes. You could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat, and the feeling alone caused you to clamp your thighs together, feeling as your own excitement dripped onto the sheets. 

“Y-yer so…fuckin’ good…fuck,” Raph swore like a sailor every time you were intimate. The more he swore, the closer he was to finishing. However, before he can finish, he gets an idea in that clouded head of his. 

“Get up.” He says. You comply, and he guides you to the floor as you get on your knees, his form towering over you. Looking up at him with lustful eyes, he knew this was what he wanted to see as he came. You could only see his plastron and his bulging muscles, his member poking your cheek. Guiding it to your mouth, his hand grabbing your hair. He looks at you for approval, to which your soft voice sends him over the edge. 

‘Mm…use me, Raph,” You knew exactly what you were doing to him, didn’t you? Those words were music to his ears. When you felt his grip on your hair tighten and he held your head, you knew you were in for a wild ride. 

Bucking his hips forward, he thrust into your mouth. Your hands gripping both thighs for support, feeling his tip once again knocking on your throat’s door asking if it could be invited in any deeper. 

“Ya like that, don’t ya?” Raph’s shakily teases you. Your watery eyes look up at his golden ones, your nod and vibrations on his cock indicating just how satisfied you were. When you couldn’t take it anymore, one of your hands left his thighs and went down into your own sex. Your fingers spread your pussy and rub your enlarged clit. You moaned on your boyfriend’s dick, his deep groans causing your body to shiver in desire for him to be inside you.

Raphael’s eyes watch as his length disappears in your mouth, only for it to reappear with every thrust. He couldn’t wait to be inside you, the thought of stretching you out giving him just the push he needed to reach his climax. 

“F…fuck, ya gonna make me…fuck!” Raph’s thrusts into your mouth now had an irregular tempo from just a few moments ago. With one final thrust, you felt as if the inside of your throat had been painted with Raph. You could feel ropes of cum shooting and hitting the back of your throat. Your walls seemed to clench with anticipation for what was to come next, and as usual, Raph’s erection inside your mouth didn’t falter, and the grip your lips had on his member didn’t seem to falter, either. Raphael’s cum is on the salty side, with subtle hints of sweetness in the aftertaste. Nevertheless and with pleasure, you swallow it all. As Raph slowly pulls his member from your moist cavern, he watches your tongue stick out, to show him your cum-free mouth; an indicator that he tastes as good as he looks. 

His eyes look at you in satisfaction as his voice materializes from his dry throat, “I love ya. Yer such a good girl,” Raph’s tired smirk dances on his lips as he cups your cheeks, helping you up from the floor as your knees are weak. Your tired mouth forms an “I love you, too,” before it collides with his as you both share a sloppy kiss. As you did so, you don’t even notice his hands wrap around your waist to pick you up. You giggled as your legs snaked around him. Once he gets toward the bed, he places you down, the softness of the mattress comforting your lower lumbar. 

He wanted to reward you for doing so well. He knew your facial muscles were exhausted from pleasuring him, that all he wanted to do now was take care of you down there. Raphael’s sex drive is as high as anyone’s can be, and he was ready to go round for round with you. He was ready to have the neighbors know his name from the way you screamed it.

And here, dear readers, the question is posed: Ready for round 2?

[httpvomitello]

aah, haiii!! i saw ur reqs was open for tmnt mutant mayhem (MY GOODNESS ITS SO HARD FINDING OTHER MUTANT MAYHEM WRITERS IN THE TAG WHEN ITS DEAD) so i thought i might request!! :)

could i req a few drabbles n hcs of mikey with a female kpop (doesnt have to be kpop specifically) idol reader?? like yk the basic stuff, globally popular and well liked model?? it’s alr if you cant do it!!

have fun, take care of yourself and drink and eat and rest!!

Hello my beautiful person! So, I'm not writing for TMNT anymore(on hiatus for a while). But! I know how hard it is to find something from a fandom that's practically gone, so I decided to accept your request. Hope you like it ~ ♡♡♡♡

DON'T FORGET TO DRINK PLENTY OF WATER AND EAT TOO! I'm serious, I'll be keeping an eye on each and every one of you...

Fanboy Mikey *⁠.⁠✧

tmnt mm mikey x f!idol

Mikey is your #1 fan.

Like, he was a fan before you two even met. Posters on his wall, saved dance covers on his phone, and an embarrassing number of your songs on his playlist. The moment he found out you were real and actually into him? Mind blown.

He brags about you ALL THE TIME. You’re a global superstar, and he is so in love with you. His brothers get tired of hearing, “Did you see what Y/N posted today? Bro, she’s so talented,” at least five times a day.

Super supportive boyfriend vibes.

Whether it’s sending you good luck texts before a performance or watching every live stream you do (even if it’s at 3 AM), he’s always cheering you on.

Fanboy over you even in private.

You could literally be eating cereal in his hoodie, hair a mess, and he’d still be like, “Omg, my girlfriend is so stunning. The world doesn’t deserve her.”

Learns your choreography.

He already dances, so if you’re a performer, expect him to master your choreo just to show off. If you ever do a TikTok dance trend together? It will break the internet.

Lowkey insecure sometimes.

Like, you’re famous famous. Paparazzi, fans screaming your name, sold-out stadiums—the whole thing. He worries that maybe he’s not good enough, but you always reassure him with forehead kisses and cuddles.

Loves it when you sing to him.

No matter what, if you hum a song while lying on his chest, he’s melting. Absolute puddle.

Tries to go incognito at your concerts.

He wears the biggest hoodie and sunglasses combo and still gets recognized. Your fans think it’s adorable how supportive he is.

Secretly loves it when you style him.

He’s got his own fashion sense, sure, but if you ever put him in a cute outfit or match with him? He’s posing for the ‘gram immediately.

Paparazzi Problems

Mikey wasn’t used to this. The flashing cameras, the crowd of people calling your name, the chaos of it all. He squeezed your hand a little tighter as you smiled and waved at the fans gathered outside the restaurant.

“You okay?” you murmured, tilting your head to check on him.

Mikey blinked, suddenly realizing he’d been staring. “Oh, yeah! Totally! Just, uh… wow. This is normal for you?”

You chuckled, tugging him a little closer as security guided you both to the car. “Pretty much.”

Once inside, away from the noise, he let out a dramatic exhale. “Babe, I love you, but man, I dunno how you do that every day.”

Sometimes he even forgets that because he is a mutant turtle, he also ends up attracting a lot of attention.

You giggled, reaching over to ruffle his hoodie-covered curls. “That’s why I like being with you. You make me feel normal.”

Mikey’s heart did a little flip. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Now, let’s go home and watch cartoons.”

Mikey beamed. “Best. Girlfriend. *Ever.*”

TikTok Shenanigans

“Mikey, keep your arms still—”

“I’m trying! But this move is impossible, babe.”

You sighed dramatically, stepping back and crossing your arms. “You literally learned a triple backflip off a skyscraper, and you can’t do a simple eight count?”

Mikey pouted. “That was different! This is, like… so precise. I don’t wanna mess it up.”

You softened, reaching for his hands. “You’re not gonna mess up. Just follow me, okay?”

He nodded, cheeks dusted pink. “Okay.”

By the time you finally nailed the routine and posted the video, the internet was losing it.

@fanaccount: MICHELANGELO LEARNED THE WHOLE CHOREO FOR HIS GIRLFRIEND I CAN’T—

@anotherfanofYN: They’re literally the cutest couple ever wtf

@iloveYN: The way he looks at her omg, we lost him to love y’all

Mikey, reading the comments “Babe… am I a boyfriend goal now?”

You smirked. “You always have been.”

[bones4thecats]

Can I get the rise boys having a vulnerable moment with human S/o, and they tell the boys that they’re beautiful to them? After having to live in the sewers and have limited contact with people for their looks, I think they all need to hear it :)

┗ Wholehearted; Rise! Brothers × S/O ┛

Characters: Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, and Michelangelo (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) A/N: This is kind of short and straight to the point. I couldn't think of multiple different scenarios, so I went with one being where you can just insert their name again. Anyways, hope you enjoy this, Anon! ⇘ Summary: When you notice your boyfriend started to distant himself, you visit him in the lair. But, instead of finding your boyfriend in his normal mood, you find him crying in his room. Now, only comforting him is on your mind.

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❤️💙💜🧡 Ever since the day you met {Turtle}, you knew how he acted when under pressure. Whether it was pressure to be the perfect brother or the perfect member of the team no matter what, it all got to him so quickly and deeply.

❤️💙💜🧡 But, when his role as a boyfriend came into the mix, his insecurities nearly tripled. It only made it worse that his S/O was a human. They were gone for a majority of the day, leaving him feeling lonely. He began to despise his appearance, leading him to begin pulling away from his S/O.

❤️💙💜🧡 They noticed and felt odd. Their {Turtle} was never like this. He only pulled away when he felt like his emotions would take over - essentially he did it to protect his S/O. And they knew that wasn't the case.

❤️💙💜🧡 After about a week of waiting, they went to the lair, looking for their turtle boyfriend. Obviously, they found Splinter watching some TV in the living room, the other three of his sons most likely ding their own things somewhere. He smiled and waved, asking if they were looking for their 'Lover-Boy'.

"Yeah, is he here?"

"Yep. {Turtle} is in his room."

"Thanks, Splinter."

"Not a problem, child."

❤️💙💜🧡 When they reached {Turtle}'s door, they pressed their ear against it, hearing a sound. A conversation that long passed then rung in their mind, a conversation with {Turtle}.

"If you ever feel down, I will be right there for you. Okay?" "Yeah." They sniffed, feeling their boyfriend's large hands wipe their tears off their cheeks. "I love you." {Turtle}'s eyes widened as his cheeks heated up from being flustered. "I love you too, Y/N." He said.

❤️💙💜🧡 That was the day they first said 'I love you'. Those words hung in their head and they mustered up the courage to open the door. Inside, on his bed, was the mutant turtle. His face was in his hands as he cried.

❤️💙💜🧡 He looked up abruptly and away when he noticed his S/O standing there. {Turtle} tried to stop his tears, but his S/O got to him faster than he believed he could. They held his face in their hands and asked what was bothering him so much.

"It's nothing."

"Malarkey. What's going on?"

"It's just... why do you stay with me? It's not like I can go out and spend time with you at any time of the day or night. I'm a... freak..."

"First off." His tears were being wiped, "you're far from a monster. We've fought worse, from the Foot Clan's reanimated leader to aliens that looked like slime-spiders." They then sat down on his lap, wrapping their arms around him. "Monster is something that is far from what you are. You're unique, and I adore that about you, {Turtle} Hamato."

❤️💙💜🧡 He looked into you eyes and a smile began to form on his face as kisses were placed all over him.

"Okay! Okay! I get it!" He laughed.

"There's the beautiful smile I wanted to see."

"You think I'm beautiful?" He asked.

"You're the most beautiful creature I have ever had the blessing of laying my eyes upon." They replied, eyes staring into his own as he smiled and looked back.

❤️💙💜🧡 The next thing he knew, their lips were on one another's. Their first kiss! While he wanted it to happen in a more 'natural' setting, {Turtle} couldn't lie when he thought...

"I wouldn't have my life any other way."

[imauthicktic]

I’m in the works of stuff but need motivation 🤪 might post some of my incorrect quotes too

[oozedninjas]

Fucking after they thought they lost you.

WARNINGS: NSFW | 18+ | thirtysomething ninja turtles | Drama? |

Leo holds you so tight it hurts. His thrusts are slow and sensual, sweet. Needy in a way that makes your heart ache. It's all soft moans, ragged breaths, and soft kisses ghosting your neck. Don't ever scare him like that again. Don't freakin' dare to leave. You belong here, warm and safe under him.

Raph kisses you as his very life hangs on your breath. Relentlessly bucking his hips, making sure to reach every sweet spot inside that pretty cunt until you're begging him to let you come. He will, so fuking good you'll be a mess when he's done with you, But first, you have to promise never to be that reckless again.

Donatello: What are the odds of a human surviving that? Little to zero, according to his calculations. Yet, here you are. And he’s learned something valuable: his heart is no longer only an internal organ. It's right here, in every breath you take, in the softness of your skin, in the beautiful way you squirm as he keeps abusing your clit. Fuck, he's never going through this again. He'll do better at keeping you safe.

Mikey: The tip of his cock kisses the softest part inside you as he keeps your legs wide open, rubbing his lower half over your clit as he moves. It feels so fucking good you don't care if you're drooling. Mikey bites your shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut as he focuses on the warmth of your walls sucking him deeper, needier—

"I'm close- "

"I know, I can feel it. Let go, angel— come for me,"

All the worries are drowned right there. You're here. You're his, you'll never be at such a risk again, it's a promise.

[tmntfixationxreader]

Y/n: Would you love me if I was a beach ball?

Donnie: We both know how I feel about beach balls... So no.

*****

Y/n hours later: *sighs loudly*

Mikey: What's wrong, Y/n?

Y/n: Donnie says he doesn't love me...

Donnie, yelling from his laboratory: AS A BEACH BALL!!

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

Hey , I was wondering how do you think the Bay Turtles would react to that Tik Tok trend where the gf called their bf their husband ? Like they could be at the lair and April calls reader amd reader is like " Ya I'm at my husbands place " etc.

This is the trend I'm talking about

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeypmGWK/

Very cute idea! Also Bayverse request! 😚👌💙

🐢Calling Them Your Husband🐢

💙❤️Bayverse TMNT x Reader💜🧡

Word Count: 917

CW: Gender-neutral reader, calling him your husband 🥰, fluffy as hell, not proof-read.

TikTok was an interesting platform that you enjoyed scrolling through occasionally, and it wasn’t until one day you stumbled upon the couple side of TikTok. You were planning on scrolling past until a certain one caught your attention, and it certainly got you thinking…

Later that night, you and your boyfriend were doing your nightly activities as you usually did, when you got a sudden call from April. You answered with a smile, “Hey April, what’s up?” You ask, the conversation flowing naturally until she asked where you were at. Without hesitation, you answered, “Oh! Yeah, I’m at my husband's place.” You smile, before glancing over at the turtle beside you, getting the following reaction…

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 Leo was staring rather intensely at you, feeling a flood of emotions course through him as he stared at you. He would then let out a soft chuckle, and waited until you hung up. He really liked that, oh he REALLY loved that actually, you saw him as your husband, huh?

💙 Once you hung up, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you sweetly, “So, what was that about, hm?” He mused, as you giggled a bit. “You want to get married? Why didn’t you just say so?” He smiles, and you couldn’t find it in your heart to tell him it was a TikTok, you just couldn’t, not at the time anyways. And plus, I mean the topic was on your mind after all.

💙 “Oh yeah.” You grin as you draw him into a loving kiss, “Let’s get married?” You ask, smiling at him. A chuckle escapes him and he presses his forehead against yours, “Yeah… Let’s get married.” He swiftly lifts you up, bridal style, “And let’s make it soon. I want this husband title to be more permanent.” He chuckles. (Though you would have to tell him later down the line about this because you felt a tad bit guilty, spoiler; he was confused, but he was fine with it.)

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ Raph gave you a soft chuckle, before placing a hand on your hip, “Damn right you are.” He smirked down at you. Now this, dear reader, stroked his ego, he absolutely loved it. He waits for you to finish up the call with April, lightly rubbing your skin in a loving manner as he was left with his thoughts for a moment.

❤️ Once you hung up, he kissed your head, “Husband, huh? Get that from somewhere?” He asks, and you couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yes… I did, it was a TikTok idea.” He playfully rolled his eyes, “Now you didn’t mean it?” He teased, making you panic, “Of course I did, Raph!” He let out a small laugh, “Easy, Dollface. I’m messing with you.” He would kiss your forehead, calming you down.

❤️ He was a little disappointed that it was a TikTok trend, but he does have to admit, you calling him your husband certainly felt good. Now he was rather tempted to make you a Hamato, if you catch my drift. But he’d wait, he wants it to be at the right time… For now, he’s just relentlessly bullies you (lovingly) about this for a good while.

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 Chokes, Donnie literally chokes. He was in the middle of drinking some apple juice when the phrase, ‘my husband’s’, gave him some whiplash with this one. He was choking and coughing, wiping away dripping juice as you panicked and hung up on April to help him, (RIP Donnie, died to apple juice 💀).

💜 Once you finish helping him clean up, he would finally regain his composure, his nostrils still stinging from the apple juice, he asks, “What was that about?” He wasn’t angry, not at all, just really confused about this whole thing. Husband? That’s not the right term, you guys aren’t married (yet)! You end up explaining, “Well… It was a TikTok trend and I kinda wanted to see how you’d react.” You admit.

💜 He chuckles and shakes his head at this, “A TikTok trend?” He asks, “Well, it certainly caught me off guard… But maybe don’t do that the next time I’m drinking apple juice, it isn’t pleasant in the throat nor the nose.” He warns, making you smile, “Right, sorry Don.” And you kissed his cheek, returning back to your fun nightly activities of working on his latest invention.

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 Mikey goes along with it, he’s seen this trend. He wraps his arms around your waist and leans against your shoulder, speaking closer to the phone, “Yup~ Wifeys at my place!” He grins, and now you were feeling yourself get red in the face, now a little flustered that he went along with it. It kinda made you feel a little giddy inside.

🧡 Once hanging up, Mikey was giving you a smug smirk, “Tried to pull that one on me? Well I’m two steps ahead of you, angelcakes!” He grins as he’d kiss your cheek, making you groan, “Damn it, Mikey. I was hoping you’d be a little more on the surprised side, but alas, you know TikTok better than I do.” Making him laugh and nuzzle against your neck.

🧡 He placed sweet kisses along your neck, “Nah, that just takes the fun out of it.” He grins widely, pulling away to look into your eyes, “Plus, I’ve always wanted to call you wifey.” He smirked again when he saw you blush a little harder, making you sigh, “Fine fine! You win.” You groan, hugging him around the shoulders, as he laughed softly and nuzzled your cheek lovingly.

[drexee]

I’m dead tired but my brain!!!! My brain!!! It won’t leave me alone with these thoughts for Raph🥺🤧

So here’s quick sleeping headcanons for Big Red as I try to convince myself to go to sleep.

Bayverse Raph x gn!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, spelling maybe?

Donnie | Leo | Mikey

Raph Sleep HCs

His bed is large. Huge, even.

As soon as he was able to get his own room away from Mikey, he took advantage of it. He loves his little brother, but mannnn does he need his own space.

The bed takes up a pretty good portion of his room, but it still leaves a good amount of walking space for him

Raph likes to have his bed somewhat firm with a bit of give to it. Semi firm, semi plush. Right in the middle.

He has a solid two (2) pillows on his bed. One firm and one soft, both king. He’s a heathen who doesn’t care

His blanket is very large and used to be nice, but it has a bit of wear and tear on it due to the many years of use

He does have a throw blanket that he keeps around (which he knitted himself thank you very much) , but usually uses it for when he’s out in the living area and resting on the couch to watch a movie or something

Raphael prefers to sleep on his stomach due to his shell and him usually not having the care nor the pillows to properly support him and keep him from rolling over

When you’re in bed with him, he’ll have you tucked into the space in between the lip of his shell and the bed

leg hitched up in between your own and arm wrapped around your middle to hold you to him, his other arm tucked up under his pillow and head

Usually, he has his hand nestled closely to you and palming your chest,

He tells you it’s for you to hold on to because he knows you like to grip onto things while you sleep, but also it’s to reassure you (and him) that you are safe and protected

But also he just likes to sap as much heat from you as he can

And also you’re soft and he can feel your heart and he loves it but he never said that🤫

Another thing he really likes about this position is how he’s able to easily bury his snout into the top of your head and just breathe you in

He doesn’t churr in his sleep, but he does the moments just before and he’ll be nearly shaking the bed because he absolutely loves that you’re there with him, and it fades out the deeper he goes into sleep

He does snore, but it’s not as bad as Mikey

Raph has more of a light rumble, and it can sooth you to sleep, but if you don’t like it, just shake him a bit

He’ll huff but will readjust, pull you closer, and knock back out lol

He doesn’t move around too much in his sleep, may shift his legs a bit, but once he’s out, he’s out. Dead weight

And mans Is H E A V Y.

Yes, having his arm around you like that is very grounding and nice, but he’s NOT letting you go 😮‍💨

At that point he’s not even doing it on purpose

So please prepare for this and go to the bathroom before you get in the bed with him!

Otherwise you have to wake him up and you’ll have a very grumpy and grumbly turtle on your hands!

When you come back, he’ll wrap you up in his space even more than before you left

But it’s ok bc he’s the softest for you right when he wakes up in the morning and he sees you next to him!

Raph wakes up relatively early, but he’ll snuggle back into you and let the moment last a little bit longer or until you start to wake up

He loves it so much

And there we have it!! My very first set of headcanons!

‘Til next time!!

[dancingdonatello]

Saw ur Donnie x smitten reader and was like how about SMITTEN Donnie x reader?

rise donnie x reader

Donnie sighed, resting his head on his hand as he watched you from across the lair.

He used to be jealous of you. How your hair was perfect everyday. How you never accidentally embarrassed yourself. How nobody ever got bored of what you were saying. How everyone talked to you so easily.

Now, he admired it.

He used to glare at you when you joined in a conversation he was having. Now he just smiled.

He used to roll his eyes at the sound of your obnoxious laugh. Now, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop his own laugh. Anytime you laughed, it was like he just had to laugh too.

He couldn’t even resist a smile if you had one on your face.

“You’re staring again.” April bumped her shoulder to his.

“So?” He sighed, his lips twitching upwards when you glanced over to him.

“I just thought you’d want to know if you were being obvious.” She snickered. He ignored her.

“I don’t care.” He barely did anymore. Nothing he could do about it anyways. You smiled at him and he had to turn his mouth further into his palm to try and stifle his own.

He scoffed at himself and tore his eyes away from you, hyper aware of the heat coming off of his face. His screen skin did a lot to help hide his flushed face, but clearly you still noticed with how you giggled at him. He shot you a playful glare and you stuck your tongue back in revenge.

“Wow.” April seemed flabbergasted. “You’ve got it bad.”

“Shut up,” he said halfheartedly, watching as you turned back around to keep talking to Mikey.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hi! How are you? I hope that everything is fine! I was just thinking about some bayverse headcanons (+18)! What do u think about that? Because to be honest i need them 🤭 And btw i love your style of writing! Anyway i hope you are doing okey! Have a nice day! 🩷

Random Headcanons (18+)

Bayverse!Michelangelo x reader

A/N: Hehehe, I’ve been planning on making some 18+ headcanons for the Bayverse boys, but wanted to focus on the more untouched areas of my masterlist first. But since you asked so nicely, heheheh, I’ll give you one with Mikey🧡 And I’m good, thank you so much for asking, and I wish you too a nice day🧡

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Lewd talk?, dirty talk?, mentioning of experimental sex.

Mr. Blunt and joyful right here. Mikey can be very blunt at times. If someone else found them in your position, they might have found his expression and comments quite a bit lewd and crude. How could he say such things to his girlfriend, and then within earshot of his own family? Well, you knew why, and therefore you didn’t find it as crude or lewd. Mikey never meant to be hurtful, he only tried to be funny, relying much on shock humor at times. He could come up and hug you from behind, swaying you side by side in a very loving manner, your head falling back and resting against his chest, smiling as he placed a kiss on your cheek, before resting his cheek against yours. And then; “How about you drop your pants and bend over, beautiful?” That had you roaring out in laughter. Though you would drop your pants and bend over a few moments later.

Mikey is not the type to let his sex life get stuck in a routine. In his opinion, a predictive sex life is as good as a dead one. He found new positions and dynamics very exciting, and it was often the excitement that he found very arousing. Couple that with a beautiful partner like you, who Mikey loved dearly, and you suddenly have wild and exciting love making. Sex between you and Mikey never felt boring. There was always something new to switch things up, and that excitement always did much, both for your and Mikey’s pleasure, but also several bonding experiences, bringing you closer and closer to each other.

It didn’t take much to get Mikey in the mood however. That just made it much easier for you when you were in the mood, having to do little to nothing to get your boyfriend in the same kind of mood. However, the most effective way to do this was to use Mikey’s own tactics against him. It didn’t come natural to you in the beginning, but as you and Mikey’s relationship progressed it became much easier. Soon it wasn’t strange for you to walk up behind Mikey while he was sitting in the couch, wrapping your arms around him, feeling him relax against you, like you would with him, before you would bring you lips down to where his ear would have been, whispering the words; “How about you drop your pants and give me something to ride on?”

If you were the only ones in the lair, Mikey would drop his pants on the spot. If anybody else was around, you would have to quickly remind him as he started fiddling with his fly, before going somewhere more private with Mikey hot on your heels.

[dood-itsradical]

"you giggled."

NO TF I DON'T⁉️⁉️

EW⁉️⁉️

ICK⁉️⁉️

[faith-forgxtten-land]

Come to Bed | Donatello

this started with the idea of seducing donnie into healthy sleeping patterns and then just. spiralled from there. i didn't really have a specific iteration in mind but reading it back, it definitely fits bayverse most, i think, so that's what i'll categorise it under!

warnings: NSFW, swearing, general filthiness? gender neutral reader, everyone is 18+!!

summary: there is only one way to get donnie to come to bed (two if you count blackmail)

word count: 2411

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It’s nearly 3am and your eyelids feel heavy, eyes glassy and beginning to ache just a little, and Donnie is still not in bed. You look at the empty space beside you, cold and untouched, and kick the covers off your bare legs. The air is cool, goosebumps raising the moment you abandon the comfort of bed, and you almost regret getting up as your feet hit the freezing floor.

Donnie is so lucky you love him and care for his health.

He's exactly where you'd left him hours before, sitting hunched over a desk in his lab, and you wonder briefly if turtles with their shells can suffer the same complications as humans with poor posture. Perhaps you'll force him to join you and Mikey for your bi-weekly yoga sessions. “Donnie?”

The terrapin doesn't so much as flinch, instead burying his face further into a screen that is already way too close to his face. Oh, his prescription is definitely going to need updating soon, you think amusedly. You clear your throat, attempting your best grumpy Raph impersonation. “Oi, four-eyes.”

Now Donnie does flinch, beak nearly crashing into his monitor, glasses slipping as he salvages his precious technology from being assaulted by his face and spinning in his seat to glower at whoever dared disturb him. He relaxes when he realises it's just you, shooting you a scowl that's devoid of any real heat. “You need to stop doing that voice, it's creepy.”

You grin at him, noting the exact moment he registers what you're wearing – or, rather, what you're not wearing. His eyes go wide and his lips part, scowl melting like ice doused in salt. He swallows thickly. “You're meant to be a ninja,” you tease, stepping slowly into his space and letting his hands fall to your waist before they curl around your back as he pulls you close, palms flattening against your spine. “You can't hear when one measly human is behind you?”

“You are so mean to me,” Donnie says instead of answering.

“We both know you like it. Besides,” you look down at your naked skin, his own eyes following your pointed gaze eagerly. “I think I'm being pretty kind, actually. Someone was meant to come to bed three hours ago and ravish me, but apparently, I'm not more interesting than,” you peer over his shoulder as best you can, squinting at the tiny squiggles. Lips pursed, you look at your boyfriend flatly, not bothering to finish your sentence.

“I can explain.”

“World of Warcraft? Really, Donatello?”

He winces at the full name. “I wasn’t playing for long,” he defends himself. “I’ve been looking over some things Leo asked for since this morning, I was just taking a break.”

“Taking a break means coming to bed and not staring at a screen for even longer.” Softer, you add, “I’ve been waiting for you for hours.”

You run your hands up the bumpy skin of his muscled arms, over scars and rough tissue that you’ve pressed kisses to countless times, to rest upon his shoulders. A small part of you is resentful, but the larger, kinder part of you is concerned; his eyes are bloodshot to the extreme, and exhaustion is etched deep into the lines of his face. You dig your nails in and massage a little roughly, feeling those worried knots and doing your best to soothe them with gentle palms.

It hits him then, just exactly what he’d missed out on by getting caught up, and his shoulders sag under the tender weight of your caress, twitchy energy that can keep him up for days deserting him instantly. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs quietly.

You smile at him, fond and warm, one hand trailing upwards to cup his jaw. “It’s okay.” His skin is something you’ll never get tired of touching, you think, as you rub your thumb over the swell of his cheek. You pinch him a little, coy and mean the way you know he loves, before soothing it with a whisper of a kiss when he hisses playfully. “Although, you’ll have to make it up to me.”

“And what is my punishment?” he asks dryly, guilt pushed aside to indulge in your teasing as you lean closer to hide your smirk in the crook of his neck.

“You’ll be in bed by 11 p.m. sharp every night for the next week.” You can tell an objection is on the tip of his tongue, and you fix your teeth along his throat in warning. “I’ve already cleared everything with Splinter and Leo.” 

Donnie sighs both in pleasure and in resignation. “Are you trying to seduce me into having healthy sleeping patterns?”

You start to kiss his neck, soft grazes of your lips against his scaled skin. “Maybe. Is it working?”

“Well—”

“If the answer isn’t yes, I’ll be very offended and I’ll be forced to dump you,” you add airily, tongue flicking leisurely over his rapid pulse. “You're incredibly lucky I haven't already for ditching me for World of fucking Warcraft.”

“Oh, blackmail too. Lucky me,” Donnie mutters, but it’s full of mirth and he doesn't push his luck any further.

You grin against his skin, and you grin even wider when he starts as your teeth scrape along the column of his throat. His hands have a bruising grip on your hips, and you bite down harder just to feel his grip tighten.

“You’re such a tease,” he whines, unable to stop himself bucking up into you. His breathing has turned to panting, short and desperate gasps that make heat curl in your stomach, and you trail your nails down the keratin of his plastron slowly.

“You love it,” you murmur coyly, fingers brushing against the elastic of his waistband mischievously. “And you deserve it.”

Donnie curses loudly, head falling back as you pull on that elastic just to let it snap back against him. His pants are soaking, and you feel that familiar rush of smug satisfaction as you slot your knee between his thighs. It does terrible things to your ego seeing him like this; it makes you drunk and dizzy seeing him drenched and needy for you, and you groan under your breath as he grinds against you. 

“Please,” he whimpers.

You hum as casually as you can. “Please what?”

“Fuck, please, I need you—” He cuts himself off with a loud cry of your name as you slide two fingers past his waistband and into his dripping cloaca.

“Keep going.”

He’s quick to turn into a blubbering mess, drool running down his chin and words slurring as he babbles and begs you to continue finger-fucking him. “Don’t stop, please—yes, yes, right there, there, fuck—”

Your fingers pump in and out, scissoring inside him at a harsh pace you know he likes. He’s sopping wet but that doesn’t stop the tiny spikes of pain mixing deliriously with pleasure as you stretch him wide without warning. You can feel his slick coating your hand, running down your skin and over your knuckles, and he only gushes more when you add a third digit.

“Faster, faster,” he chants shakily, almost sobbing when you slow instead. 

“You’re so tight, baby,” you purr. “I wouldn’t wanna hurt you.”

He’s definitely sobbing now. “I can take it, please, please.”

“Oh?” You curl your fingers and fuck him harder and faster, just the way he wants. His cock is there, thick and heavy and ready to drop, and he shudders as you brush softly against it.

His voice is choked as he calls your name again. "Gonna drop, please–”

Your laugh is light and a little cruel and it makes him wail, the sound overflowing with need and desperation. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh god,” Donnie gasps as your fingers rub along his length still tucked inside, a fresh wave of slick trickling down to your wrist.

“I would’ve been kind,” you tell him nonchalantly, kissing his temple and huffing another laugh when he can’t stop his hips from grinding into you, body begging you to bury your fingers deeper inside him. “But you’ve been such a bad boy.”

He drops with a guttural groan followed by a pathetic whimper, gasping apologies feebly.

You sigh and pull your hand back, your resolve faltering just a little when Donnie whines and cries louder at the action. “You’re being very bad tonight, baby.”

He’s still wearing his pants and you roll your lips to hide a smile as he tugs them down frantically, his cock finally free in the air. His hands grip the arms of his chair so hard that you swear you hear them creak, desperate to touch himself but not wanting to disobey you any further. It’s a bit late to play innocent and good now, and you shoot him an unimpressed look that makes his jaw clench. “Please,” Donnie breathes.

Your hand is still soaked, and you watch him watch you as you raise your fingers to your lips, sticky tendrils trembling as you rub your fingertips together before parting them slowly. Eyes fixed on his, you glide your tongue over his slick, sucking gently and exhaling quietly at the flavour that blooms over your tastebuds. The arms of the chair are definitely creaking now, and you smile coyly as his cock twitches.

“Please.”

As much as you love teasing him into a pathetic frenzy, you remember his weary eyes and decide to put him out of his misery. There’ll be plenty of time to punish Donnie the way he deserves later – lots of edging and whining and begging and very little relief. For now, you’ll give him what he wants.

You kneel between his legs, coquettish as you glance up at him through your lashes; he’s working his jaw, teeth clenched and eyes darting wildly as he barely holds himself together. Grasping his hard cock in your hand, slick and heavy, you begin to pump slowly.

The chirps and churrs that escape him are whining and full of ecstasy, his eyes fluttering as you squeeze your palms around his thick length, hands twisting with an obscene squelch at every stroke. The lab is quiet apart from the wet pumping and his throaty groans, and you wonder if his moaning will be loud enough to wake the others. It wouldn’t surprise you, and the thought makes your hand move faster as you rub your thumb over the sensitive head of his cock.

Donnie can’t stop the stutter of his hips, head falling back. “Fuck.” He swears louder as your lips suckle his tip, your name a rasping prayer spilling from his mouth. You flick your tongue, tasting the slightly bitter flavour of his precum and just how soaked he is, evidence of what you do to him coating your face, and he cries noisily when you suddenly take another few inches into your mouth and swallow around him. He’s hitting the back of your throat, and he feels like he’s about to faint from how tight and warm you feel.

A wave of embarrassment hits him as you pull back and smirk, his head still pressed against your flirtatious smile while you continue to work him with your hands. “Please,” he begs for what feels like the hundredth time that night.

“You’re so good at begging,” you praise, eyes sparkling when it makes him moan lewdly. Oh, that definitely woke someone up. He’s back to bucking his hips and because you’re so kind, you let him dictate the pace as you continue pumping.

“So close,” he breathes shakily. “I’m so close, please.”

“Please, what?”

His eyes roll back, and the arms of his chair finally give way, crumbling under his crushing grip as impressions of his hands mould into the metal. Donnie doesn’t stop rocking and whimpering. “Please let me come.”

You kiss the head of his cock once more, delighting in the way he tremors at the whisper of touch. “Be a good boy and come for me, Donatello.”

There’s nothing Donnie loves more than being good for you and he shows this by coming undone the second his name leaves your lips, body jolting and convulsing like he's been struck by lightning as you continue to milk his cock while his orgasm wracks through him. Your face is completely covered, ropes of his come painting your skin as he groans pitifully, the sound agonised and mewling. 

It’s almost silent for a few moments, the only noises are Donnie’s wheezing pants and whimpers of oversensitivity, and you watch him quietly. He’s so beautiful like this, blissed out, stress a stranger rather than a constant companion, and you wish you could both stay like this.

The moment is over too soon as the terrapin manages to open his eyes blearily, although they nearly shut again in dizzying satisfaction when he catches sight of your come-smeared cheeks. It’s dripping down your chin, threatening to spill down your neck and to your chest, and a part of you wants to leave it, relishing in the way Donnie is entirely transfixed, but you scoop what you can on your fingers and bring the sticky threads to your mouth instead.

Donnie’s lips part and his breath hitches and it’s your turn to shut your eyes in pleasure, eyes rolling and unable to stop a soft groan as you lick and swallow what he’s given you. “Mean,” he accuses again when you finally open your eyes, and you grin at how faint he sounds.

“Just for you,” you agree and he churrs instinctively, flushing as you snicker. He’s so cute, you think fondly, letting him reach out and grasp you closer, seeking comfort. And so easy.

“I think I need that nap now,” Donnie tells you weakly, and you huff another laugh against his sweaty skin, tasting salt and nuzzling further into him. 

You press a loving kiss to his shoulder and reluctantly pull back. “Shower then bed, come on.” His legs are shaky, and you purse your lips to stop from chuckling as he stumbles like a newborn lamb, begrudgingly relenting to leaning against you. “Poor Bambi,” you tease, brushing your lips against his plastron in a loving caress when he grumbles playfully. 

Hopefully, no one has been awoken by your night-time activities and, if they have, you hope they’re not up and roaming because you’d really rather not have to bump into any of Donnie’s family with his come still coating your face.

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Rise boys having a fight with their S/o, who storms out and then the Krang invasion happens. Can we have the boys being saved by and reuniting with S/o months later after thinking they died? Just comfort and fluff pls

┗ Halt the Storm; Future! Rise × S/O ┛

Characters: Future-ish! Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, and Michelangelo (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) A/N: This is set for a story where you can choose your turtle. So, you can just put in one of the brother's name for the {Turtle} thing, and choose one of the nicknames from the story depending on the color. Hope you like this, Anon! ⇘ Summary: Blaming himself for his own failures was never good for your relationship. Normally, you could fix it with just a conversation, but when that went out the window, you left, going home. Nearly a year later, the Krang took over, leaving your home desecrated. Meanwhile, your boyfriend mourns you, believing you to be deceased. But, when going on a little mission with his brothers, he is defended by a mysterious stranger. After they say an old nickname, he realizes: you were alive and standing in front of him...

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❤️💙💜🧡 When you fought with your boyfriend, it was normally easy to solve. His emotions would get the better of him, the same with you, and you both understood that part of one another. But, this time, it was different.

"Honestly, if you don't understand that I can handle myself and my responsibilities, why don't you just leave!" He yelled, his voice showing how angry he was with you.

❤️💙💜🧡 You stared at him wide-eyed and tried to spit out some kind of sentence to try resolving the situation, but the way his eyes lacked the beautiful shimmer you fell for just made your throat dry up and your eyes tear up.

❤️💙💜🧡 Splinter watched with wide-eyes with your boyfriend's brothers. One tried to reason with him, but he wouldn't listen, storming to his room, claiming he needed space.

❤️💙💜🧡 They looked at you with sad in their eyes. Splinter walked up to you and hugged you, causing you to break down. He then called for one of his boys to bring you home safely while waiting for the brother you called your own to calm down.

-- Current Time:

❤️💙💜🧡 That was months ago. Almost 12, exactly 11 months, two weeks, three days, fourteen hours, twelve minutes, and 16 seconds. How did he keep count? How could he not? It was that day he spoke his last words to you. And they weren't filled with the positive feelings he felt for you, no. They were filled with the resentment towards himself for failing.

"Hey, bro. You coming? April said she found a signal out just past the city's limits." One of his brothers said from the outside of his room.

❤️💙💜🧡 He sighed and stood up, saying he was before grabbing his weapons and walking outside.

❤️💙💜🧡 Once the four mutant-brothers reached near the signal's location, Donnie told them to fan out, to search everywhere as he looked at the map with his scanner. He pushed it away as they split, looking around for the thing they were told was here. A Krang.

❤️💙💜🧡 Jumping down from the top of the broken-down house, {Turtle} looked around. His eyes traveled faster than a human's, which made him valuable to the resistance.

❤️💙💜🧡 As his eyes traveled in front of him, he neglected to check behind him. A larger Krang, around between the height of the first and second Krang, jumped from behind him, sending its appendages to skewer the mutant turtle.

❤️💙💜🧡 He looked back sharply and furrowed his brow, jumping up and onto the tentacle, successfully smashing it into the ground. A loud scream came from the alien as it looked up and sent more at {Turtle}.

❤️💙💜🧡 {Turtle} scoffed and brought out his mystic weapon and began his attack on the Krang. It jumped to the left at the last second, and landed in front of a steel rod. Its tentacle gripped it, dislodging it successfully, and throwing it at its opponent.

❤️💙💜🧡 In the meantime, {Turtle} was speaking to the brother closest to his location, telling him his locations and ordering him to grab their brothers for backup as quickly as possible. As he did this, he jumped slightly below what he should have, as a rod lodged itself inside of his calf.

❤️💙💜🧡 He wailed as he landed on the nearby ground, gripping his wound with his three-fingered hands. He glared up at the Krang as it laughed and mocked him, pushing on his wound with a sadistic glint in its eyes.

❤️💙💜🧡 Just before it landed the final hit on {Turtle}, a force pushed it away from him and into a nearby building's walls. Above him stood a figure with a gas mask and dark-clothing covering their entire body. Just out of their right sleeve was a robotic arm and their bottom left leg the same.

"Get up, Cardinal / Bluebird / Amethyst / Cheeto. That Krang isn't gonna be down for very long."

❤️💙💜🧡 {Nickname}... that was the nickname you gave him. But, it couldn't be. Your home was destroyed almost immediately after the Krang arrived. It was one of their first targets. How could you be alive?

"Y/N...? Is it... really you?" He asked as you readied your sword and grenades.

"We'll discuss it later. Right now you need medical attention. You call your brothers?" You asked as you took out some bandages from your pocket and tossed them over so he can cover his wounds and hopefully slow down the bleeding.

❤️💙💜🧡 He nodded and pressed down on his wound. But, despite his better judgement (and most likely his brother's as well), he used his weapon and strength to pull out the rod in his leg. The shock from it happening caused more blood to come out. You rolled his eyes from under the mask and laid your weapons down, grabbed the bandages, wrapped them around his leg tightly and added pressure, which you gave to him as you noticed his brothers approaching.

❤️💙💜🧡 You looked back down at him and put your weapons back in their holsters. The others mutants landed nearby you, they asked what happened, to which you said you'd catch them up when safe. They nodded and began to help you keep their brother safe, unknowing to whom they were seeing after so long.

-- Time-Skip...

❤️💙💜🧡 The sound of beeping alerted the turtle who was resting. He opened his eyes slowly and looked up and around, trying to locate where he was. He came to the conclusion that he was in the medical-room that was created just a couple months ago, being made of some still-functioning medical equipment from all around the destroyed city.

❤️💙💜🧡 He tried to sit up, but failed due to feeling a head right beside him. {Turtle} looked down and noticed you. So, you were safe. Thank his ancestors.

❤️💙💜🧡 {Turtle} looked at you and smiled, his somehow-still clean teeth poking out as he did so. He reached towards you and began to rub his hand against your head.

❤️💙💜🧡 He missed this more than you realized. The feeling of your face being in his grasp. The heat that you produced against his natural, cold bodily temperatures. You were his missing other half that he finally found after so long.

❤️💙💜🧡 Though, he knew if you awoke and saw him looking down at you rather than resting from his wound caused by that blob-looking monster, {Turtle} decided to close his eyes once more, this time with his hand covering the ones you had over his thigh.

❤️💙💜🧡 He couldn't deny that he couldn't wait to hear your voice and hold you the same way he used to back then. Couldn't wait to fix what he had damaged all those months ago, rebuild your relationship stronger than ever among the invasion of these beasts.

"I've missed you... my love."

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