#bayverse Michaelangelo

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SOBBINF I LOVE YOUR DISABILITY HEADCANONS SO MUCH,, MIKEY'S IS A STRAIGHT PUNCH TO THE GUT <33

May I possibly request reader x Mikey where they find out how he copes and helps make him feel more comfortable? Maybe they find him stoned and snuggles are just exactly what he needs at the moment? Possibly even attempting to help him through his unhealthier coping mechanisms? Bonus points if reader has depression as well!

Of course, no rush and you totally don't gotta do this if you don't want!! Headcanons or one-shot would be rad either way, if you are interested in this req!

Your writing is just so real and I love it so much oml. You are doing AMAZING (in general- as a fanfic writer as well I understand the effort that goes into this stuff and maintaining a regular life ontop of it) and thank you for all your hard work!!

I hope this is okay! 😅

Crushed

Warnings: Drugs/Alcohol, Inebriation

"That's what this is, isn't it? A drive by?" he says, standing, and putting his clothes back on. 

You're on the couch in the club's green room, after the best sex of your life. The party ended hours ago, and in your E induced haze, you'd taken his hand and dragged him down here. 

"What? No! Why would you-?" You swing your legs over the side of the couch and walk over to him a little unsteadily, "Mike, no..." He doesn't look up at you. "I mean... is that what you want it to be?" You ask, hesitantly.

"That's what it is," he says simply.

You swallow and inhale, tears threatening.

He finishes putting on his belt and looks up at you, he tries to ignore the tears in your eyes. Regret, that's all it is, that you ever let him touch you. It didn't matter, it was almost sunrise, "That's what it is," he repeats, "That's always what it is."

You hear it, the bitterness, the acceptance in his voice. He just doesn't have it in him to hide it tonight. It breaks your heart. "Michaelangelo, please..." 

"Look, it's almost morning. I gotta get back underground. I'll see you Wednesday," he said, not really sounding like he was looking forward to the next party. He leaves before you can protest further. 

He knows what you're going to say. He's a great guy, but he's not exactly normal, you know? He's not exactly someone you can bring home to meet the folks. And he really doesn't need to hear it. He gets it. He does. And he feels like shit would be a lot easier if he didn't. If he didn't know *exactly* how unwanted he is. Only good for a good trip, and a decent fuck, if you're feeling adventurous. He snatches a bottle off the empty bar as he makes his way out into the alley. 

It had to be you tonight. He already hadn't been in the best place when the party started, so there was no resistance when you took his hand. On a good day, you could lead him into hell, and he'd follow with a smile on his face. On a night like tonight, he'd thank you. You're friends, but in these circles the line between friend and lover blurs easily. You've slept together a number of times and he always leaves right after. You mean everything to him, so he'd let you do anything to him. Use him however you like. As long as he doesn't have to hear you let him down easy.

You dress quickly. You know what's happening. It keeps happening. He's shutting down. Shutting you out. He assumes you got what you wanted, end of transaction, and honestly the sex was great, it's *always* great, but what you want is him. Not sex. And your not letting him run away. Not this time.

You follow him down into the sewers, and find him sitting against the wall of one of the tunnels, knees curled up to his chest and tears staining the fabric beneath his eyes. You startle him and he tries to get up to face whatever might be attacking him, but stumbles, drunk. 

He sits back down once he realizes it's you. Now everything is so much worse. He never wanted you to see him like this. He didn't need you to feel bad for him. You ask him what's wrong and he doesn't want to talk about it. You say that's okay, and move the bottle out of reach, sitting next to him. 

You sit together in silence for a few minutes. You're terrified that saying the wrong thing will send him running from you faster. 

"Mike-" 

"I don't wanna talk about it, okay?" He gets up to leave, taking the bottle with him, and has to catch himself on the wall when he sways. 

You sigh and stand, but don't move to follow him, "Why not?"

"Because there's no point." 

"Why not?"

"Because you..." He looks at you and his heart clenches, he sighs, "forget it." He stumbles a few steps away and stops with a heavy sigh, "I can pretend all I want, and so can the rest of you, like I'm normal... I'm not," he turns around to look at you, his face a mask of escalating pain and injustice as his fists clench tight, "I'm not. I'm not normal. I'll never be normal..." he shakes his head with a sickening smirk, "It's just a game. Everyone gets dressed up to be freaks for a night and we dance and drink and trip and fuck, and at the end of the night, everyone else gets to stop playing and go home because they can. But I can't take the costume off," he says, grabbing his plastron where it meets his chest, "This isn't fucking make up. I can't even walk around in the FUCKING DAYLIGHT!!!" He roars, hurling the bottle he's holding against the wall of the tunnel, a shard of glass ricochets back and cuts his cheek. "I'm not a person. I'm the fucking party mascot." He spits, venomously,

You take a step forward, "Mike, you know that's not true." 

Bitter laughter echoes in the enclosed space. "Funny. That's... That's funny. Really. Because I've been coming to these parties, meeting people, for seven years now. I've watched *seventeen* people end up just like Sarah and Ben." Your friends had been celebrating their engagement tonight, Michaelangelo had introduced them at a party three years ago. 

"I don't get to have that... I'll *never* get to have that," he chokes, "even as a joke. Honestly, at this point I'd take a joke. I'm already pretending to be a person, wouldn't be that hard of a jump to pretend to be loved, too. I'd just have to find someone willing to lie to me..."

He trails off and the silence that hangs in the air once the echoes of his voice fades is heavy and oppressive. 

"Like I said, there's no fucking point..." He turns around and starts walking down the tunnel towards home, one hand on the wall for support. "Don't worry, I'll be back to all smiles by Wednesday. We can pretend like this never happened. This doesn't have to be a thing and you don't have to pretend whether or not it matters if I'm okay." He hears you take a step toward him, "Go home, Y/N," he calls back without turning around. 

Fine. If he's going to leave anyway, you have nothing to lose. "No." 

"Okay, fine," he sighs continuing down the tunnel, "do whatever you want." 

"Okay," you say, simply, as you begin to follow him. 

He stops, shoulders tight, face toward the ceiling, and sighs heavily, "What are you doing?"

"Whatever I want?" you reply, closing the distance. 

He turns to face you, tired and hurting. If you want to go another round, he isn't exactly in a place where he can say no. At the very least, he could use the dopamine. He used to imagine it would be different with you. He should have known better. Jaw tight, he sighs before reaching for his belt.

Your eyes widen as you realize what he thinks you're implying, your heart shattering all over again. You bring your hand up to rest gently on his, stilling his movements. His eyes meet yours. Hesitant. Guarded. Unsure of what you're playing at. Your hand tightens gently around his as you step forward, and he tenses as if he might run. 

You reach up, and pull him down into your arms. He stiffens for a moment, he's already hanging on by a thread, but he can't help it, it's you. Instinct takes over, wrapping his arms around you and buying his face in your hair. 

You feel his grip tighten as the dam breaks, and despite his best efforts at keeping his shit under control, a ragged sob rips through him. 

You hold him as he cries, moving the two of you back to sitting against the tunnel wall. Eventually, the tears dry up, and he pulls himself away. He quiet for a long time, and looks down at his hands in his lap. He can't even look at you, ashamed and embarrassed. You didn't deserve that. To feel obligated to take care of him. You have better shit to do than this.

You reach up and twist one of the tails off his mask around your fingers, tugging once, gently. It draws his attention, and he meets your eyes, begrudgingly. You reach up and wipe the blood from his cheek, meeting his eyes again. "I'm sorry," he whispers, "I'm sorry, I..."

You hush him gently and sit up on your knees. Taking his face in your hands, you bring him down to you, kissing his forehead. 

He doesn't get it. Why are you being so nice to him. You got what you wanted, why did you follow him? Why are you comforting him? Why do you even care? He looks at you in bewilderment. 

"Tell you what," you say, "I'm not super comfortable with the idea of leaving you alone right now, and it's going to rain, and I don't want to get flooded out down here, so... What do you say we head back to my place. I can order us a pizza, and we can watch a movie, and you can head home once you're feeling a bit more sober stable..." You smile, you hope persuasively. 

"Yeah... Okay..." He says, as you help him to his feet. You aren't wrong. It is going to rain, and as fucked up as he is, traversing this set of tunnels in particular will be a little iffy if the storm drains start to flood. 

You bring him home. You do exactly as you say. Pizza. Movie. Ice cream for good measure. He's not sure what to do. He's usually the one doing the entertaining, and now here you are making sure he was happy and comfortable. 

It takes time, but by the end of the movie, Mikey's mostly sobered up, both physically and emotionally. You even get a genuine smile out of him as sunrise looms and he begins to make his way out. 

"So... thanks... for this," he says, looking at you softly. It was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him.

You smile, walking him to the window. "Anytime," you say, taking his hand and turning to face him as you come to the window, "and I mean that. Next time you get into that headspace will you do me a favor and try to reach for a phone instead of a bottle?" 

He smirks, nodding, "no promises, but I'll try."

"Thank you," you say as he reaches for the window. You touch his arm, gently "hey, one last thing," he steps back from the window to face you, and you stand up on your tiptoes and kiss him softly. It's simple, sweet, honest, "there's no reason you can't have what Sarah and Ben have," you whisper, before pulling away. 

He freezes. He's misunderstood. There's no way you're saying what it sounds like your saying, because it's what he wants you to be saying, so there's no *way* it could actually be what you're saying... Right?

You watch the torrent of emotions play out in his eyes, and you reach up to tug n on his mask. "Sunrise, Sunshine." You say. 

"Sunrise..." He repeats before he blinks, shaking his head, "Right. Yeah. Sunrise. I, uh, I'll see you -

"Wednesday."

"Tomorrow."

You say at the same time, before you laugh nervously under his gaze, "If, you know, you're not busy." You don't want to have to wait until Wednesday.

Hope flickers in his eyes. It's tiny and buried under so much hurt and insecurity, but it's definitely there, "I, uh, yeah... I mean, I gotta work, but I'll be wrapping up around two... so, if you're still up..."

"I'll be up," you say quickly, and he can't help but smile as both of your faces grow warm and you laugh gently. 

"Okay... I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then," he says quietly, almost in disbelief. Is this... What? What is this? He doesn't know, but it feels... better. Warm. Comforting. The things you said, the things you did for him tonight, this... He wants more of this. He'll do whatever he has to to have more of this. 

You can't help the grin that brightens your face. "Until tomorrow, then," you say, and kiss him one last time before he slips out into the desaturated predawn light, and is gone. 

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Yandere Bayverse Turtles x Receptive Darling

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Warnings: Yandere, dark themes, obsession, unhealthy relationship.

A/N: Gonna give the turtles with different kinds of receptive darlings so be prepared for that. Mlem.

Leonardo x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Violence, blood, degrading, mentions of carving into Reader's flesh, begging, mentions of marking.

You feed into his ego so badly. Like it's gone so far that you wouldn't even be able to THINK about leaving at this point.

You lived by yourself in New York City. You were "strong & independent". But when Leo came in and started manipulating you to be his damsel in distress, you welcomed the advances.

Of course, you're not dumb. You knew exactly what he was doing. You could tell he was manipulating you, that he was utterly obsessed. But it felt so nice to have somebody fawn over you. To have somebody want to pamper you and do everything for you.

You'd take any chance you could to just pout or cry and fling yourself into his arms. You could tell it did wonders for his ego. The victorious grin, the glimmer in his eye.

Oh and he thought he was so slick too. He didn't realize what you were doing until one day he overheard you and April talking in the kitchen.

"(Y/N), you need to get out while you still can. Leo's utterly obsessed with you! You're so clueless but he's manipulating you." She said in a worried, hushed tone. He wasn't expecting your response.

"Oh I know full and well what he's doing." You replied with a giggle.

April stood gawking at you. "If you know then why don't you leave? You still have a chance to escape!" She said, trying desperately to reason with you.

"And why would I do that? You said it yourself, he's utterly obsessed with me! Try finding a man like that these days." You shot back, rolling your eyes.

"That's not what I mean and you know that. He treats you like this porcelain doll. He wants you to be his little... damsel in distress or something. Fully reliant on him". As much as April loved Leo, even she could see how unhinged he was with you.

"April I'm not stupid. I know exactly what he's doing. I'm letting him do it. It's so nice to be able to just turn off my brain and be his little fragile doll". You said with a little sigh and April shook her head.

"For fucks sake. You're just as obsessed as he is! You're both deranged!" She exclaimed before leaving.

"So you love turning your brain off around me, hm?" He'd question, startling you. You'd bite your lip and bat your eyelashes up at him. "Yea, and?"

The two of you become inseparable after that day. He demands you quit your job and move in and you do just that.

Everytime somebody tries to "save" you, you run and hide behind your lover, shouting about how they know nothing and that they're just jealous.

Since you're so compliant, he let's you wander around in the real world (but only at night) while he follows from a distance.

Heaven forbid somebody flirt with you.

It's not that they have to worry about Leo. Oh no they need to worry about you.

You love seeing Leo get angry and jealous. You're such a manipulative little shit.

You'll lead the poor lad on before coming back home and pouting, telling Leo that some guy tried to take you away from him. That it was so terrifying and you really thought that you were in danger.

Leo will come home, coated in blood, and all you'll do is giggle and kiss him.

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When he confronted you in the kitchen after your conversation with April, he had to restrain himself from taking you in the kitchen right then and there.

"You're a little minx, aren't you?" He growled out and you just brushed the palms of your hands over his plastron. "Not at all. I just enjoy being spoiled by you".

He took you to his room, slinging you over his shoulder, and fucked you til you were cockdumb.

You kept begging him to mark you, so everybody could know you were his. If you hadn't inflated his ego before, you certainly were now.

You love him fucking you after he's killed somebody for you. Seeing him come home all splattered in blood just gets you all hot n bothered.

Leo finds it amusing. He thinks it's so cute that his darling gets all horny from it. He can smell your arousal almost immediately as you eye him up and down.

You love just randomly straddling him and making out with him while you grind against him. Bonus points if he places his hands on your thighs.

He knows your body inside and out and you love it. Sometimes you'll be a brat on purpose just so he can remind you of that fact.

You also love it when he gets jealous. You might get your outside privileges revoked for a bit but you love flirting with other people just so he'll drag you back home and fuck you all night.

He'll make sure you remember who you belong to. He knows exactly what you're doing. Knows you did it on purpose just to piss him off.

He'll bully you and degrade you as he fucks you numb. "Such a slut aren't you? Could've just asked me to fuck you but you wanna be a whore instead. What do you think you're doing flirting with other men? You're mine, darling. Mine. I'll carve my name onto your skin if I have to. But you'd probably enjoy that, wouldn't you? You're such a slut for me".

Can and will make you scream his name until your throat goes hoarse.

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

Raphael x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, forced voyeurism, breeding, creampie, marking.

You love making him chase you. Cat and mouse is one of your favorite games apparently.

Raph isn't exactly one to manipulate. He's one to demand. You're his. No this is not up for debate.

The two of you were close buddies for months, courtesy of being April's roommate.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't been crushing on him but you didn't exactly expect him to kidnap you.

So when you woke up in his bedroom all chained up with Raph stroking your hair, you were more than surprised.

You yelped in shock and tried to push him away in a panic. "Raphael what the actual fuck?! Couldn't you just ask me out like a normal fucking person?"

"No. I couldn't risk you rejecting me. You're mine. We clear?" He'd growl back, trying to assert dominance and intimidate you.

He's shocked when you pull a bobby pin out of your hair and start picking the locks of your chains free. "I would have said yes, fucking idiot". You'd reply with a roll of your eyes.

You guess living rent free isn't too bad. But eventually you get bored. You love Raph but gosh. There's nothing to do!

So you make a run for it. Raph's pissed, of course. How could you do this to him? Couldn't you just accept that you were his?

You managed to escape him for a solid three days, where he finds you in some random guy's apartment.

Raph wasted no time busting the door in and beating the living shit out of the other guy that no doubt touched his darling.

"Finally! Took you long enough. I was starting to think you didn't actually love me." You said with a pout, arms crossed.

Raph isn't taken off guard easily but here you were, doing exactly that to him.

"Wait... I thought you tried to escape?" He questioned, tone somewhere in between annoyed and confused.

"I didn't try. I did escape. Temporarily. But I wanted you to find me. Come on, the lair is so boring sometimes. I just decided to spice things up a little. I knew exactly what I was doing. I left a trail on purpose." You'd smirk over at him before demanding he pick you up like the spoiled brat you are.

Eventually he'd just chuckle and kiss you. "So you want to dance with danger, huh darling?" He'd question.

"Only if it's with you." You'd all but purr back.

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He'd fuck you in that apartment right then and there, he doesn't care if the guy he just beat is still alive and watching.

He loves it too. Every time you get bored and decide it's time for him to chase you, he'd fuck you in front of whichever poor fellow had fallen victim to your games this time.

"Bet you wish you could fuck them half as good, huh? Hate to break to you pal, but you'll never be able to fill them up like I can".

And as if to prove his point, he'd make you describe how good it felt. Poor lad would just sit there, crying and upset as you just babbled out how great he felt.

How full you were, how big he was, how great your body felt in that moment as you all but begged him to breed you and claim you as his all over again.

Angry sex is something you have a lot too. You're such a little shit. You love pissing him off just so he'll tie or chain you up and fuck you till your leaking with his cum.

Beg him to mark you and he'll be over the moon. Bite marks, scratches, bruises, all of them. If he wasn't obsessed beforehand, he is now.

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

Donatello x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Stalking, violence, blood, forced voyeurism, marking, begging, orgasm denial, somnophilia, Reader gets roofied, creampie, breeding, pregnancy mention.

Donatello is a master at manipulation.

Unfortunately for him, so are you.

Donnie denies his obsession for you at first. But as he finds himself stalking you more, putting tiny cameras in your apartment, putting a tracking device on you without your knowledge, the more he starts to realize that he's absolutely obsessed with you.

The first time he tries to manipulate or gaslight you you just turn your head to him in shock and confusion before laughing at him.

"Oh Donnie! Please! Don't think I don't realize what you're doing." You'd muse, making him curse internally.

"I don't know what you're talking about, (Y/N)." He'd say casually with a shrug of his shoulders. But he'd watch you as a mischievous smirk would crawl it's way onto your face.

"Oh you wanna play that game, huh? Alright. I'll humor you". You'd purr out.

The next several times Donnie would attempt to manipulate or gaslight you, you'd gently call it out. But that wasn't all. Oh no. You started doing it back.

It became almost like a game between the two of you to see who could successfully manipulate the other one first.

Unfortunately for you though, as patient as Donnie is, his patience isn't infinite. Especially after you make the fatal mistake of getting a partner.

You come to his lab the next day and he cages you against one of his tables, towering over you in a way that made your heart race.

"Enough of the games. You're mine, understand?". He'll growl out and you give that mischievous smirk once more.

"No I don't think I do. See, you took too long Donatello. Your loss. Sorry". You were doing this on purpose, he'd realize. You wanted him to lose control. You wanted him to go feral, to make those threats.

He'd chuckle and grab your chin, jerking your head up to look at him. "Oh you're cute if you think I'll take no for an answer, darling". He'll reply with, causing you to bite your lip and give him innocent doe eyes.

"Leave them or I'll kill them in front of you". He demanded and you just gave a sadistic giggle. "Promise?"

Poor guy didn't see the light of day ever again.

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True to his word, he didn't take no for an answer. When you went home, he snuck into your apartment.

You put on a real show. Really you did. You flirted with your partner, kissing their cheek and letting them feel you up.

They went to kiss you on the mouth but Donnie ripped them away from you, picking them up by the throat and tossing them to the ground.

Your partner would find no solace in you however. They'd beg you for help but all you did was stand there giggling as Donnie beat them.

But Donnie wouldn't kill them. Oh no. He had other plans. He'd bend you over the counter and fuck you in front of your poor partner. Drilling into you from behind as your partner just laid in a pool of their own blood, sobbing from the pain.

He'd fuck you until you were almost over the edge before stopping, making you sob and beg for him to keep going. He'd grip your hips til they bruised, relishing the sound of your pleads.

"Who do you belong to, hm? Say it. Say you're mine, and I'll give you anything you want." He'd softly demand, tugging at your hair to pull your head back so he could nuzzle your neck and breath your intoxicating scent in.

"Y-You. I belong to you Donnie. Only you. I'm all yours, Donnie. Please. Please let me cum on your cock. Please Donnie I need it." You'd all but babble out, causing Donnie to chuckle condescendingly down at you.

"Good pet. You're mine". Is all he'd coo out before fucking your wet hole once more until you finally came on him, a whine being ripped from your throat as he fucked you through your orgasm until he finally came himself.

Donnie loves marking you, especially with bruises.

He also loves hearing you beg as he slings your legs over his shoulders and makes you squirm and sob in a way that only he can.

We already head canon this man as being a somnophile but it's so much worse if he's a yandere. Mans will legit roofie you just so he can fuck your unconscious body for several rounds. The only evidence upon waking up being his cum that's slick against your thighs.

If it's possible for him to get you pregnant, he absolutely will. Get you full and round with his babies. Now you can never leave him.

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

Mikey x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Bondage, begging, marking, exhibitionism, pregnancy mention, breeding.

Mikey is probably the "best" yandere to have. He's super fun loving and laid back.

Unfortunately for the world, you're a little sadist.

You two are an absolute power couple and you're just as obsessed with him as he is with you.

Ya'll both love talking shit too.

This man will literally hold you with one arm in such a way that you might as well be the angel sitting on his shoulder.

You'll lean in and whisper gossip into his ear with a sadistic smirk and he'll just smirk back at you, maybe chide you for being mean, but kiss you none the less and tell you that he loves how your mind works.

Believe it or not, you were the one that asked him out. He was ecstatic when his darling was the one to make the first move. He was even more so when it quickly became clear that you were just as crazy obsessed as he was.

The two of you are an unstoppable force and it's almost impossible to see one of you without the other being close behind.

The two of you are so clingy with each other, always touching or intertwined in some way.

You bring out a darker side to Mikey. The way your twisted mind indulges and encourages those darker yandere thoughts in him is so dangerous but so delicious.

He's also super possessive. Don't get me wrong, he'll give you your space and he knows you'll never leave him but boy oh boy does he love making it known that you're his. That there's no escaping him. That he's your forever home now.

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Another darling that loves to play cat and mouse. You love making him chase you through the sewer until he finds you and traps you.

He'll drag you back and tie you up with rope and you'll just beg him to let you go with a bite of your lip.

"Please Mikey? Please? I'm sorry. I promise I'll be good. Please baby? I'll do anything. Anything for you." He knows you'd never actually run away but chasing you and then tying you up while you beg to be let go just does something to him.

He'll fuck you long and hard after that. Marking you and demanding that you tell him who you belong to.

He's such an exhibitionist too. If he can fuck you in public, he will. In the living room under a blanket? Done. In the alleyway a little to close to where a car's headlights could illuminate the two of you? Give them a story to tell their friends.

Another one that would absolutely get you pregnant if he could. He enjoys the thought of seeing you waddling around with a full pregnant baby after he worked so hard breeding you.

Like the little shit you are, you love fucking around and finding out. And by that I mean you allow others to flirt with you all the time.

A man comes up to you and says you're sexy? Oh you'll let him prattle his head off all the while your eyes will slink over to where you know Mikey is and smirk.

Mikey, hidden away from all but you, will run his tongue over his teeth and chuckle at your antics.

And when you get home? This man his stuffing you full and bullying your cervix.

"You're such a slut. You know that? If you wanted my attention, you coulda just asked instead of letting that man eye fuck you." He'll degrade you but you're such a brat

"But there's no fun in thaaaaaat." You'd whine out with a pout, crying out as he'd angle your hips to abuse that spongy spot within your velvet walls.

"You're so fucking needy. So fucking thirsty for me. Fuck, I love it so much. Love you so much".

*aggressive giggling* I enjoyed writing this way too much. Might extend them into their own full on one-shots. Maybe not Leo's though... I'm so fucking bad at writing Leo. *sobs*

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A collection of my most recent full drawings of the boys. These have their own accompanying fics here:

Raphael

Michaelangelo

Leonardo

Donatello

Art rant below.

Alright so art rant here. I've been pretty out of practice of digital art for a while and this whole fandom has deeply inspired me. I'm really appreciative.

Raph: This was my first one and I was not used to the brushes and some of the layer capabilities of my program but overall I like it. The pose is nice and I originally had a sketch of a blank OC template in his lap to customize if ever I wanted. The background ain't halfbad but I think Donnie's is my fav.

Mikey: Probably my favorite for color balance and lighting. The angle was very fun also. Also those ripped jeans were fun. Very little to complain about except that I wish I found the speckle brush for this one. Overall my favorite of the four.

Leo: Super lazy on the background, but the angle was fun to try and emphasize his muscles and waist. Absolutely vivid I love the colors. I'm awful at finishing flat colors before shading and keep mxing up the layers for them but you can't tell from the pic. Need to learn how to color reflective material better, the sword is very mediocre I know I can do better if I learn.

Donnie: Absolutely my favorite background even though it's simple. I may have set the foreground a bit too dark to see his features clearly but it's fine for now. I cannot refrain myself from drawing suspicious bulges in Donnie's pants even in otherwise SFW stuff.

All of them: I need to remember to color their nails properly lol otherwise extremely happy about these. Great warm up drawings to put oil in my gears. I have better understanding of colors and brushes.

Having them all done now has unblocked my mental obsession and now I can start drawing unrestrained smut more art for these wonderful men 😈

❤️🐢💙🐢💜🐢🧡🐢

Happy New Year to all!

[mushroomgrenade]

Caught a fever last night, but happy TMNT 40th birthday

These are sticker sheets you can grab here!

[t-annuki]

We need Leatherhead in bayverse

based on this by @inspiredwriter

[ferox-imagines]

I only have sketches to offer 😔😔🤲

[turtlebros4u]

Omg this is just the sweetest his smile is so adorable you made him a king 🥹🥹🥹🧡🧡🧡

🐢🧡 Happy Valentine's Day 🧡🐢 @turtlebros4u

[drexee]

And finally, Mikey!!!

Bayverse!Mikey x gn!Reader

Warnings: fluff, spelling maybe?

Raph | Leo | Donnie

Mikey Sleep HCs

Michelangelo used to have a twin bed, actually! It really didn’t bother him! He would just face plant into the mattress and knock out

fun fact: that was the same bed he’d had since he was little! Yes, the bunk.

But it wasn’t until you came along that he thought maaaaaybe he should get a bigger bed😭

He’s rolled off the side one too many times when you slept in the same bed together 🥲

Now he has a queen sized bed! Very plush, you sink right in

He has a comfortable and large blanket, it’s tattered at the edges but, “It’s well loved! It adds character ;)”

Mikey has a LOT of pillows on his bed. And one (1) body pillow he did not nab from Donnie’s room

Also has clothes on his bed, clothes he’s been meaning to fold and put away, but he just… never got around to it

Honestly, when you first walked in, you didn’t even know he had a bed

But it’s there, trust

He’ll knock some off and boom! A bed!

He. Snores. LOUD.

like, hONK shooo HOONNK mimimimi 😪

If it weren’t for those thick cement walls, you’d be able to hear him clear across the lair!

But it mellows out the deeper he goes into sleep

Now, about the sleeping positions

He has no favorite!

if you’re in bed with him, he’s happy ����

Sometimes Michelangelo will have you wrapped up in his arms, other times he’ll be laying on his back (propped with a few pillows) and have you up against his side

It depends on how he’s feeling that night

But you always wake up with at least one of his limbs draped over you

If it’s been a long day, he’ll lay his head on your chest and listen to your heart beat

It gives him a chance to rest his eyes and his very busy brain for a bit, allowing himself to just focus on you and clear out everything else

Your fingers would draw lazy circles on the back of his head, and across his neck, over his carapace, down his shoulders and lightly scratch his jaw

Maybe even kiss his forehead too?

He’s Swooning, oh my god

He loves it

Mikey will be chirping and churring so much he’s practically vibrating

He’d also be drawing pictures with his hands over your skin, tracing your shape and committing it to his memory

He’d see the goosebumps that follow his fingers and he would go back and trace over them, slower

Mikey loves loves LOVES your voice, so he’ll ask you to talk to him while he’s cuddled up with you

Pillow talk is a big thing for him, from various topics to deep conversations to cracked out stories that have you both gasping and dying with laughter

And honestly the raw emotions that come out in the dead of night? When it’s just you and him bundled up together sharing every random thought that comes to mind until one of you drifts to sleep?

That’s what he lives for

It’s intimate in a way that nothing else could ever replicate

In the mornings, he will lay onto top of you

Like, he will CRUSH you. Lovingly. 😌

He wants to be close to you!! And soak up all your sunshine!!!

and he’s not above peppering every inch of you with as many kisses as he can

You have to literally shove him off of you to get him to stop😭

Even then, Mikey will grab your arm (or whatever you used you get him away) and start kissing that

And once you’re properly awake, he’ll have you two head over to the kitchen to have some breakfast together

Voila!! That’s all four! Sorry these took a bit! I have like, a full time job and I’m in school, and honestly only get these ideas when I’m right about to fall asleep 😭

Anyways! Hope you enjoyed! Til next time!

[hitwiththetmnt]

Hear me out…

All I’m saying is that a mix between the Mutant Mayhem turtles and the 2014 Bayverse snow car chase scene would be hilarious and beautiful

Everyone's always talking about what fandom events they want to see the MM boys experience to continue traditions. So I raise you this : asking what ridiculous previous TMNT scenarios the MM boys should experience purely because it would be hilarious to see them in it

Just imagine these little green beans rocketing cars down a mountain and shell sledding in an avalanche

LET MY BOY DONNIE FLIP A CAR!!

[rabbiturtletunnel]

Idk... MIKEY!

He's wet🤨.. Anyway, Good Morning from Mikey! ❤

[redsrooftopprincess]

hey so how do you think the bayverse boys would deal with a s/o where they stress bake or cook when they’re upset. The boys experience this for first time. Coming over and s/o has made too much food and is a 5 star chef, not cuz they were taught how to cook. They’ve just done this a lot for years that now they’re just good at it. “I forgot what I was upset about… there’s too much here. Wanna help me eat it all?”

As someone who used to have a stress baking problem I 1000% relate to this. 😅

Sweets

Gn reader x Individual Turtles

No warnings, just marshmallow fluff

It's been a rough week, one thing after another, and today you hit your limit. You don't even remember what did it, but whatever it was was the last straw, and when you get home, you go straight to the kitchen.

Eventually, it's pushing 3am and you look around you in desperation as you've finally run out of counter space.

Shit.

A sound behind you catches your attention...

Leo

"Uh-huh..." He says, looking around him in disbelief as you squeak and spin around. This was something he had not expected from you.

You fidget nervously, Leonardo values self restraint, especially in the face of heightened emotions. You were really hoping he wouldn't find out about this particular quirk.

"So... baking." He says, thoughtfully.

"Yeah..." You reply.

"Special occasion...?" He asks hesitantly, his eyes turning to you. He doesn't show it, but inside he's panicking that he's forgotten something. There's been some elevated gang activity lately, and they've been pulling double patrols. Fuck. He *swore* he'd never let you come second, how could he forget... whatever... today is? What the hell kind of boyfriend is he???

You shrug, trying to appear cool, but more embarrassed toward the end, "Bad week. I just kind of wanted to feel like I was in control of something... it may have gotten out of hand."

A crisp cool wash of relief floods his nervous system. He didn't let you down, and this he understands, the need to feel in control. He looks around at the sweet laden counters once more.

"How are you feeling now?"

"Better, mostly..." you admit, sheepishly.

He nods, looking down at you with that boyish smile, "Then baking seems to have worked." He gestures you with a hand towards the counter with a smirk, "Shall we sample the fruits of your frustration?"

You grin and his hand rests at the small of your back as he leads you to the closest counter. You laugh, sip wine, and sample pastries until morning, sending your boyfriend home just before sunrise with a large box of treats for the family.

Raph

"Wow," you hear from behind you, and you cringe before turning around. He's leaning against the door frame and surveying the warzone that's become of your kitchen.

His eyes finally land on you with a raised brow, "Something got you worked up, Sweetheart?"

Your face burns, "Just a shitty week," you say, embarassed.

He nods, looking around once more before pushing off off the door frame and striding over to you. He slips one hand around your waist and takes yours with the other, giving it a gentle squeeze. He looks down at you with a soft smile, "Feeling better?"

You shrug, trying to hide your smile "Yeah I guess,"

His eyes narrow and his smile becomes a smirk before he dips his head and attacks your neck, kissing and nuzzling, leaving you gasping and giggling.

"How 'bout now?" He asks, when he finally pulls back with a grin.

You nod, laughing, resting your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head.

"Good." He says, giving you one last squeeze before walking over to the cabinets to retrieve plates, and snatching a toothpick out of a pan au chocolat.

You send him home later with a sampling of each confection for everyone. They don't make it there.

Donnie

"New hyperfixation?" He asks, curiously as you squeak and spin around. He's standing there with his arms crossed over his chest looking around, impressed.

You shrug, "Stress."

He nods.

He walks over to you, kissing you on the forehead, "And now?"

You look around at the chaos, "Overwhelmed," you laugh uncomfortably.

A smirk turns his lip and you swear you see his eyes sparkle, "Does that mean... you might need help disposing of them?"

You grin and nod, relieved, "Yes, please."

He kisses you sweetly on the mouth before squeezing you once and releasing you.

He spends a few minutes separating out some treats that the others might like and packaging them up for later, and the remainder of the evening trying to ignore how good you smell covered in frosting. He fails.

He doesn't make it home.

Mikey

"Holy Shit, babe," you spin and see the love of your life standing behind you. Big blue eyes wide, he looks around the kitchen as you fidget in place.

He laughs gently at the chaos, "You know, I already think your perfect, you don't have to keep proving me right."

You're face grows hot as he walks up to you and kisses you sweetly before pulling back with a gentle look of concern, always hyper aware of your emotions, "You okay, Angel?"

"Yeah," you say, laughing lightly, "I don't even remember why I was upset anymore."

He beams down at you, "That's great! And now we have dessert!" He cups your cheeks in his hand, squishes them, and kisses you one more time, "How about I go boot up the PlayStation and we eat ourselves into a sugar coma till morning?"

You beam back up at him, pecking him on lips, "Now you're proving *me* right."

There are no leftovers.

......

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@thelaundrybitch @the-cauldron-witch @fyreball66 @ninnosaurus @tmntngl @thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos @zagreustomb @ramielll @silverwatergalaxy @gornackeaterofworlds @footninja

[citruswriter]

Prompt

"Did you really just call me —---"

I just like the idea of the boys being called the wrong name by an overtired reader

Bayverse Turtles x Eepy Reader

Listen with me! ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

A/N: THANKS POOKIE!

Leonardo x Reader 🧡

You'd been up for over 24 hours.

You were working on some damn essay and surrounded by a graveyard of red bull cans.

You were barely even awake, slowly tapping at the keys on your laptop while Leo sat on your bed reading a book.

"I think it's time for bed, dear." He said finally, getting up to take you to bed.

You whined in protest as Leo gently tugged you. "Fuck off, Mom. I need to finish this". You muttered and Leo couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh I'm mom now?" He questioned and you tilted your head back to look at him, a sleepy smile appearing. "Oh hey Leo".

Que this man laughing his ass off.

"Come to bed, blossom. You're so tired, you just called me mom". He said, picking you up bridal style.

You couldn't help but snort with laughter. "That's fucking hilarious."

You were asleep before your head even hit the pillow.

Leo took the time to pick up a little bit before crawling into bed with you

"Of all things to call me, you call me mom". He muttered as he kissed your forehead.

Trust me, you will never live this down. He's teasing you about it for years.

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Raphael x Reader 🧡

Raph had been out on a night patrol and had left you in his room. You wanted to wait up for him, really you did. But you were just so damn tired.

So you got all comfy and cozied up into a little tiny ball before drifting off.

When Raph finally came back, he couldn't help but smile down at you

"I'm back kitten." He muttered, gently shaking you. You whined and pushed him off if you.

"Lemme aloneeeeee." You whined, not exactly fully awake. Raph raised a brow ridge at you and tried to pull the blankets back in hopes for some cuddles.

"Hunter if you don't fuck off, I'm beating your ass and then telling mom". You growled before turning over, huffing.

Raph stood there for a few seconds before chuckling and rolling you onto your back.

"Hunter?" Was all he said and you cracked your eyes open.

"Hm? Oh hey baby." You said with a sleep giggle, unraveling some to give him some blanket so he could crawl in and cuddle you.

You hummed as he drew you close against his plastron.

"So who's Hunter?" He asked and you scrunched up your face. "My older brother." You replied.

Raph laughed softly and kissed your cheek. "Go back to bed, sweetness"

And for your information, yes. I have an older brother named Hunter. Fuck you Hunter.

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Donatello x Reader 🧡

Oh boy.

For once Donnie was trying to drag you to bed.

It had been hours and you were still researching for your latest hyperfixation. And as much as he understood and admired your passion, it was bedtime and goddammit this man wanted his fucking cuddles.

He noticed your eyes droop and he sighed, standing up to tug at you.

"Bedtime, little one". He said but you just whined, tugging your arm back. "Five more minutes, Dad."

Donnie let out a laugh. "Did you really just call me dad?" He snickered and you slowly drug your eyes over at him before giggling.

"Oh my gosh I did." You said, planting your face in your hands and laughing with him.

"You. Me. Bed. Now". He said, picking you up. "Bossy, bossy." You teased but nuzzled into him none the less.

He scoffed and laid you down. "You're way worse. Don't even." He said as he cuddled up to you, arms trapping you against him.

"G'night". You said, speech slurred from how sleepy you were. Donnie nuzzled into your neck, breathing you in and chrruing softly.

"Good night, my dove".

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Michaelangelo x Reader 🧡

You were so tired. You had stayed up all night last night playing video games with Mikey and now it was midday and you were dead tired.

You leaned your head back onto the couch that you and Mikey had been sitting on and you could feel yourself getting drowsy.

Mikey looked over at you and nudged you. "(Y/N)?" He questioned as he notified you drifting off.

You whined and pushed his arm away. "Not now, April. Whatever earth shattering news story you have right now can wait". You complained.

Mikey couldn't help but laugh. "No way you just called me April." He called and you lifted your head to look at him and laugh yourself.

"Oh fuck. I'm so sorry, Mikey". You giggled out and Mikey smiled softly, grabbing you and placing you on his lap.

"Get comfy. You can take a nap on me." He offered and you smiled, squirming around until you were all comfy.

It didn't take long before you drifted off into slumber against him. Mikey did his best not to move too much.

And when you woke up, there was pizza and orange crush waiting for you.

Oh and you're never living this one down. Not with Mikey. Be prepared to die of embarrassment.

It's shitty, I know. But it's also super cute so I'm posting it anyways and ya'll can suffer with my cringe.

[theturtlelovers]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎

Pairing: Mikey/GN!Reader Rating: Everyone Contents: Mikey is the first to get a partner, Donnie's a bit weird, but we still love him, Splinter loves soap operas Warnings: None, really? Wordcount: 1,386

Notes: Guess who's back! Back again! ♪(┌・。・)┌ Finally, after one too many years!

Mikey's heart soared when he entered a relationship with his significant other. Overflowing with excitement and joy, he celebrated the transition from friends to partners, ending a period of mutual uncertainty. Even his older brothers and sensei, who had been quietly rooting for the two of you to get together for almost a year, let out sighs of relief. What he once feared was unrequited affection had blossomed into a loving relationship. As they embarked on the honeymoon phase, Mikey believed this blissful period would never end. He felt incredibly fortunate to have his best friend as his partner in crime.

Mikey had always been your friend, adhering to the principle of friendship first before exploring any romantic possibilities. Yet, things were different now—more intimate and personal. With mischievous chuckles (huehuehue), he could do things he couldn't before without raising eyebrows. Mikey could hug you just because, plant kisses on your head, and shower you with compliments, all while grinning from ear to ear as he watched you blush, trying to return the favor. It felt like, in those moments, he fell in love with you all over again simply because he could finally give you the affection you deserved.

At first, Mikey was too absorbed in your newfound relationship to notice, but his brothers were watching him. And weirdly so.

Whenever you came over for movie marathons, Donnie would emerge from his lab intermittently. Coincidentally, he always seemed to be peeking around the corner during your debates or when you and Mikey were theorizing about a new movie's plot. Initially, Mikey wanted to say something because it felt like Donnie was intruding on his time with you. However, he was more relieved that the usually work-obsessed Donnie was taking a break from his screens, even if it meant eavesdropping on your conversations. At least they weren't personal ones.

Raph, on the other hand, was thankfully more discreet. He didn't pop up out of nowhere like some sort of gopher to intrude on Mikey's private moments with you. Instead, Raph observed from a distance when you two were in more public settings. He tried to be subtle, stealing glances at how Mikey leaned in close to hear you at the dinner table, the way he smirked in a failed attempt to hide his giggles at an inside joke, or how he gently nudged you aside with a soft "pardon me, angel-cakes," holding your hip as he reached for something and then carefully moving you back. At times, a fleeting flash of envy would appear in Raph's eyes as he watched, but it would quickly vanish, replaced by an unreadable expression.

Leo was a different story altogether. He was certainly more direct than his other two brothers. He would openly ask Mikey questions, sometimes subtly weaving them into their conversations. Other times, he would just blurt them out, regardless of how out of pocket they might seem. It took Mikey quite a while to catch on to Leo's unusual questioning.

Eventually, Mikey sought out Splinter, thoroughly weirded out by his older brothers' antics—if he could even call them that. "Hey, Sensei?" The aging rat turned his gaze from watching his soap opera. "What’s the matter, my son?"

Mikey’s lips pressed into a thin line. "Have you by chance noticed the way the others have been acting?"

"Ah, you must be referring to the way they have been observing you." Splinter caressed his beard, which had recently been braided, courtesy of you spending time with him earlier that day. Mikey smiled fondly seeing it as he sat down on the couch next to him.

"So I haven’t been making it up then!"

"Indeed. It makes sense why they would want to watch you, though."

Huh? "What- why? But I’m not doing anything crazy that’s out of my usual."

Splinter’s dark eyes gazed at his youngest, who was so intuitive yet naive. "Perhaps you are not. However, you are the first amongst your brothers to be experiencing a romantic relationship."

That made Mikey pause. He understood the implication, yet at the same time, he couldn't quite grasp why it mattered. So he just went, "Huh, I guess that makes sense," and did a slow nod. Why did he go to his dad again? He should have known that Splinter's wise words often left him more confused than before.

Mikey eventually grasped the meaning behind his father's words during one of your weekend movie nights at your place. With no work in the morning, you both were engrossed in a marathon of the John Wick series. For once, Mikey's attention was more on the movie than on you, and it was as if a gentle tap on his brain brought him to a realization.

He was setting the example for his brothers. Although it took him a while to come to this conclusion, he was relieved that it didn't require any dramatic arguments or life-threatening situations. It was just John Wick fighting for the memory of his late wife that sparked the insight. Oh. OH!

The staring and the questions all made sense now. None of his older brothers had lovers of their own, and there wasn’t a reference for mutants in romantic relationships, so they were looking to him as some form of guidance. And Splinter, bless his soul, while a great father and the closest male role model a rat can be, had no personal experience in romance either, not unless you count his addiction to soap operas. It was nerve-wracking because that also meant he couldn’t turn to them for help. As the youngest turtle in his close-knit family, Mikey was used to having his older brothers handle the tough stuff for him. This arrangement never troubled him; it allowed him more freedom to pursue his interests. However, with a newfound understanding of the sacrifices his brothers made on his behalf, Mikey felt a mix of offense and gratitude. Initially, he questioned if their actions stemmed from a belief in his incompetence. Upon further reflection, though, he realized their motives were pure—they simply wanted to keep him safe and shield him from the stress that came from such burdens.

Previously, Mikey's focus was more lighthearted, free from the heavier burdens his brothers carried—Leo tasked with ensuring everyone's safety, Donnie charged with maintaining their tech and home in peak condition, and Raph driven to fortify their resilience against any challenge. Yet, Mikey found himself considering not just his own well-being but yours as well.

His brothers weren't the ones committed to you; he was. Mikey was your turtle, your other half. It was his responsibility to fight for you, care for you, and love you until it felt like his heart would bleed for you. Later that night, as he held you close to his plastron and basked in your scent, he made vows that only he could hear.

As time passed, Mikey became more open, allowing his brothers to see how he navigated his relationship or talking about you whenever you were brought up. Not that Mikey minded—he loved any opportunity to talk about you.

“Yeah, we’ve been going stargazing together.” “But you don’t care about stars, Mikey?”

“True, but I do now because (Y/n) likes them.”

He showed that it’s okay to be vulnerable. It's alright not to always have everything under control because it's the two of you against any problem. He showed it's fine to engage in activities like painting nails or sharing quirky moments together. Supporting them through everyday tasks like doing laundry, preparing dinner, or simply listening to them vent about the latest work gossip is valuable. And it's okay to let them know you love them and that he's just a call away if they ever need help.

His brothers seemed to appreciate that—and you, since you received equal effort from him—because one by one they each eventually found someone to call their own. And gradually, each one found someone special in their lives. Surprisingly, they all turned to him for advice, one after the other. It was an unfamiliar role for Mikey, being the giver rather than the receiver of guidance. He wondered, was this how Splinter and Leo felt most of the time?

Huh… being the leading example sure was satisfying.

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[moxfirefly]

I RACED IN

Grope and morning, for our boy mikey 😫

I knew you’d deliver, so let’s get it.

A little morning fun with our fave orange boy.

Rated Explicit

Mikey always had a tendency to hold onto you when you both slept. Being pressed up against you always guaranteed him a good nights rest.

And on mornings like today it guaranteed him some early access to his favorite spots. Those biceps of his had you caged in the middle of the night but close to dawn a hand of his had found its way between your thighs. Mikey often did this to get some warmth.

Now though? As the still quiet of the dawn began to shift into morning routines of the rest of the brothers in the Lair, Mikey had awoken and awoken he’d felt a deep desire.

This wasn’t a strange occurrence for the two of you. Long ago you both had expressed this to be okay and welcomed way to start the day.

So it wasn’t odd when that hand still between your legs shifted, the gentle trek to cup your clothes crotch making your brows twitch. Mikey’s face was still buried in your hair, a gentle churr making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. The tickling stirred you but it didn’t awaken you. Mikey’s hand rubbed gently, the inviting warmth making his sleepy blue eyes blink more of the grogginess away.

The arm you had been sleeping on for most of the night had shifted several times but this time you could feel that hand find your breast. Mikey could literally cope a feel whilst asleep, at this rate it was just endearing how naturally he did it when he was asleep.

Now though? Now he gripped with a little more purpose, diligent in running the pad of a finger over your nipple. That surely got a soft moan to escape your lips, lightly stirring some more when he gently pinched.

Mikey’s lips kissed the spot between your neck and shoulder, he inhaled the scent of your skin and sighed happily. He could smell you all day, the nice mix of your perfumes and his scent, his marking.

When he pushed your underwear to the side, enough for a digit to rub gentle circles over your lips, the light moisture that had began to gather had only pushed him further into his need. The hand at your breast groped, fondled and pinched.

Your eyes fluttered open once he pushed a digit inside of you, the fullness making you moan. The slight disorientation gave way quickly to pleasure once Mikey’s soft voice praised how wet you were for him.

There was a grunt mixed in with a churr, Mikey had pressed his clothed errection against your rear.

“G—Good mornin’” was all you managed to purr out when Mikey’s soft chuckling bounced off your skin.

“Morning baby, how’d you sleep?” Mikey enunciated his question with another flick of his finger.

Your mouth opened to answer but only a moan left.

The hand at your breast squeezed a little tighter as Mikey’s mouth found your neck and sucked. The digit inside of your quickened its pace.

“Oh—fuck, can…?” You didn’t have to finish your question, his thumb was on your clit and with just enough force and movement he had you unraveling. “That’s my giiiirl.” Mikey whispered as the jitters and little aftershocks gripped his digit. When he pulled it out you could already hear it how he sucked it clean.

Mikey’s chuckle was muffled by your kiss as you pushed him onto his shell, the nest of pillows accommodating him as you climbed on top of him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, I was thinking about sleeping in today.” You sat back, hands sneaking back to help him out of his underwear.

“Who said we couldn’t?” That charming knowing smile of his looked even prettier as it broke into a gasp. You pushed yourself down on him, enjoying how even fuller it felt to have him this way. There was a curve to him that always made your knees a little extra wobbly.

Mikey’s hands landed on your wast just as your own landed on his plastron.

“So what do you say? Should we stay in bed all day?” The first sway of your hips made him moan, hands gripping your waist.

There was a yes somewhere between there, somewhere lost within you.

[mushroomgrenade]

Okay since the printer fucked up, I can’t sell these on my store.

These aren’t lazer cutted, have flaws and have printer streaks on them. You’d have to cut them individually if you wanna use them

I’m selling them for half off the original price ($20) If you’d like them, these are ($10) without shipping.

If you’d like, the A grades are still available!

[cowabungacafe]

Homecoming comfort

Prompt - Those nights when they come home late and see you asleep on the couch and they come, pick you up and tuck you into bed with a kiss on your forehead" from me-writes-prompts

Character - Bayverse raph x reader

The dim light of the lair greeted Raphael as he returned from a night of patrolling the city. His muscles were tense, and exhaustion weighed heavily on him, but the sight that awaited him in the living area instantly softened his demeanor.

There you were, sprawled out on the couch, a book forgotten in your lap as sleep claimed you. Your features were softened by the gentle embrace of slumber, and a small smile played on Raphael's lips as he approached.

He watched you for a moment, his heart swelling with affection at the sight of you so peaceful and vulnerable. Despite the dangers they faced, moments like these reminded him of what was truly important in life.

With silent steps, Raphael moved closer, careful not to wake you. Gently, he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light as he marveled at your beauty.

"You should be in bed," he muttered softly to himself, his voice barely more than a whisper.

With a sigh, he reached down and scooped you up into his arms, marveling at how small and delicate you felt against his muscular frame. He cradled you close to his chest, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment wash over him at the thought of having you safe in his embrace.

The journey to your shared bedroom felt like second nature to Raphael, his steps sure and steady as he navigated through the familiar corridors of the lair. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that he could protect you, even in the darkest of times.

Finally, he reached your bed, the soft glow of moonlight spilling in through the window casting a gentle glow over the room. Carefully, Raphael laid you down on the mattress, tucking the blankets snugly around you to keep you warm.

Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin for a moment longer than necessary. "Sleep well, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice filled with love and tenderness.

With one last lingering glance, Raphael turned to leave the room, his heart lighter knowing that you were safe and sound, where you belonged. And as he made his way back to the living area to unwind, he couldn't help but feel grateful for moments like these, when he could come home to you, his anchor in a chaotic world.