#soft raph is my weakness

[acefiree]

𝗯𝗮𝘆! 𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 | bedtime argument

Raphael ✷ Grayson ( dating ) MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MASTERLIST

[awzominator]

Day 19 Fav Friendship

this was such a struggle to chooooseeee there’s so many good friendships! April and Leo are so fun I loved Leo going to her as soon as he met karai to talk about Girls djsjjs Raph and Casey are the ultimate Bros!! Shini and karai the lesbians ever how can u not love their dynamic

but alas LH and Mikey won out I am so weak for Mikey’s pure happiness when ever he sees LH he’s so tactile it’s the best and LH having such a soft spot for Mikey is so Arghhh my heart I’ll never recover

[oozedninjas]

Snap call

Summary: You send him nudes while he is on patrol, and Raph isn't quite happy about it.

A/N: I've been working on this for a couple of days! Hope you like it :) To that person who's been asking for Nightwatcher smut, wink, wink

Warnings: 18+ /NDNI / Breeding / sending nudes / Nightwatcher!Raph / Raph is around his early 30's / super brief ass-eating / dirty talking/dom!Raph

It is past midnight when he slips through the narrow window of your apartment’s room, still wearing his vigilante armor. His labored breaths rumble within the helmet, delivering them with a metallic tint that makes you tingle.

"Do you think you're funny, sending dirty pics all night while I'm on patrol?" He says, his voice raw as he approaches. It only takes him a few swift strides to stand beside you. The metallic clang of his boots on the floor sends a shiver down your spine, building anticipation. “Strip, now.”

A grin threatens to arise at the sight of him in this state, burning for you, but you bite it back, ditching the thin fabric of your pajamas in a heartbeat. The moment the last strand of clothing falls off your body, Raphael grips your arms, forcing you to turn around, back to his front. He closes the space between you. The icy metal of the Nightwatcher’s armor to your bare skin makes you gasp.

The cool of his gloves scrapes against your heated skin as his palms trail a path from your shoulders to your arms to dance lower, dipping across your abdomen and up from there. His grip tightened around your breasts. You catch your breath. 

Expert fingers pinch your nipples, pulling, rolling them just enough for a soft moan to leave your lips. Raphael growls, enjoying the sound. His voice echoes through the metal helmet.

"Look at my little whore, too desperate to have me filling you up that you can't even wait for me to finish patrol?" he teases, as he keeps playing with them.

"I've been wanting this the whole evening..." you mutter, voice trembling.

"And you're not even sorry! Fucking cheeky of you," he chuckles, it's dark and sexy. "Let's fix that."

Raphael lifts the helmet from his head, placing it carefully on the bedside table. Under the room's dim illumination, the metal surface becomes a hazy, distorted mirror. He pushes you to the bed, barely giving you time to adjust on all fours before he licks a strip from your cunt to your ass. Your mouth gapes, and a whine puffs off.

"Mmm, so fucking tasty," 

His voice makes your blood run hot. Raphael sinks his face into you with not even a hint of shame as he starts fucking you with his tongue, wet and warm, impossibly soft against your pussy. He'd slide it over your clit from time to time, granting it the tiniest of attention.

You whine, pushing yourself to him, but Raph bites the inside of your thigh adequately hard to make you yelp. His hand fists your hair, pulling just enough to tingle your scalp. "Don't be greedy," he murmurs in your ear from behind. You can make out the scene of the reflection on the helmet.

 "Tell me, what do you want?"

His hot breath tickles your ear. Everything he'd just done left your pussy a complete mess. You could feel the dampness dripping. God, you wanted him to fuck you stupid, nothing more. But the fear of another bite from a direct answer keeps your lips sealed.

"What’s the matter? Can't my doll think straight?" Raphael says, pushing a metal finger inside your cunt, dreadfully slow. 

"Please— " your voice weak and desperate.

He smirks. "Yeah, that's more like it. But, please what?" he says, rubbing the tip of his finger on that sweet spot inside as he keeps you still by the hair. "Please stop?" 

"No!" it came out so desperate you cringed. His soft chuckle soothed you a bit. "Please fuck me," 

He withdraws, emptying you. You want to jerk back to chase the delicious feeling of being full, but he halts you. 

"Yeah? How bad do you want it?" 

"Very— please," you whisper. His grip on your hair burns so fine, "Please, I'll be good... I'll be good."

"Fuck yes, you will," Raphael says, thrusting inside in one motion. It janks your breath off. He reaches deep, just the right spot. You can't help the lewd moan that follows.

"Look at that drunk-like smile," he tells you, letting go of your hair as he brings you up to embrace you against him. This shift has you on your knees, back resisting against his torso. The cold armor soothes the fire of your skin. Raph holds your face toward the reflection on the helmet, forcing you to watch your blissful expression. "You're such a good little slut for me. Gonna make you feel good, you want that?" 

"Yes," you breathe, desperately holding his hands where they rest over your body,  clenching and unclenching around his shaft.

He mutters praise in your ear, but you can't make it out as he starts pounding in and out, rhythmically, building a pace that makes your head fall back, mouth gaping while loud moans along with the filth of skin slapping fill the air.

He curses under his breath, you're tight, he says. You feel good, he's going crazy. "Touch yourself, let me see you," Raph takes your hand to drive it down to your front. You reach your clit, not losing detail of his dark gaze reflecting on the helmet, absorbing the whole scene.

It takes you a few seconds to pair his thrust with the circles over your soft nub, but once you do, it feels fucking heavenly. You make it last for as long as you can, right there where pleasure lingers strongly right before the peak. Your orgasm crashes over you, numbing everything. 

"Fuck, yes, just like that- t- that's a good fucking girl," 

The pulsations of your high around his cock trigger his own, and he comes loud and long. The hot loads filling you up weaken your knees.

He holds your ground before gently placing you on the mattress, allowing his weight over you as he rests. 

"Remind me to send you nudes more often," you say, once you catch your breath.

A raspy laugh pours into your ear, tickling. 

[faith-forgxtten-land]

Hihihi!

I'm not sure if your requests are open, but the fic I just read was a request and was posted within the last 24 hrs, so I'm gonna take the chance that they are (can you tell I'm autistic yet?😂)

Could I request a slightly nsfw (just a lil spicy) Bay!Raph fic where the Fem! Reader is watching him workout and offhandedly mentions that she wishes she could lift as much as he does?

Her question prompts him to let her lay on the bench and "lift" the weights (obviously he's carrying almost all of the weight). Just a corny little piece that shows our Big Red some love.

Thank you for your time!💜

Spotting | Raphael

requests are open dw!! honestly feel free to send as many requests as you want at any time, if they're not open you'll know because i'll plaster it somewhere obvious. and corny pieces are the best kind <3

since its valentine's day, i kind of went extra corny with a vague valentine's plot... i hope you like it and lemme know what you think! it's only slightly spicy and suggestive because tbh i wasn't sure how far to go.

warnings: suggestive, slight choking? (oops) valentine's day mentions, single people try not cry too much. everyone is 18+!! never proofread

summary: it's valentine's day and for some reason you have nothing better to do than watch raphael lift weights

word count: 1195

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Why are you lifting weights on Valentine’s Day?”

“Why are you watching me lift weights on Valentine’s Day?” Raphael retorts quickly and it’s such a good question that you pause.

Well, then. You sniff in mock indignance. “I’ll have you know that I was asked out by 12.5 different people ahead of today, thank you very much.”

You can’t see it, but you can tell he’s smirking. “12.5?”

“I figure Mikey only counts for 0.5 since I’m pretty sure he’d ask every woman he sees if he could.”

Raph snorts and your mouth pulls into a stupidly wide smile knowing you’ve amused him. He’s so relaxed like this, when it’s just the two of you, and your smile turns soft at the thought. There’s no one you’d rather spend the day with – Valentine’s Day or not – and the view isn’t bad either.

Speaking of... you tilt your head. Rivulets of sweat trickle down his green skin and you bite your lip watching the flexing of his muscles. He’s so much bigger than you, you’re pretty sure his bicep is bigger than your head, and he could cover your entire face with his palm – he’d done it just yesterday when you wouldn’t stop pestering him about a romcom you wanted to watch (it’s okay, you knew they were secretly his favourite kind of movie too, he didn’t have to protest so much – even grown turtles should be allowed to indulge in some Richard Gere and Julia Roberts). 

His size had intimidated you at first, had made you hesitant, but now it makes your knees weak and makes your heart accelerate with something entirely different to fear. It’s quiet apart from his breathing and the clang of his weights and you wonder if he can hear the thundering of your pulse.

“You’re staring.”

“Hmm?”

His muscles flex again and you’re quick to press your thighs together. You’re certain it's deliberate at this point. “You’re staring,” he repeats, his voice a little deeper.

You flush as you realise what he’s saying. “Not my fault you can bench press a truck,” you grumble to hide your embarrassment. “I’m jealous.”

The terrapin smirks again and sits up, his eyes bright. “C’mere.”

“Ex-squeeze me?”

It’s Raph’s turn to grumble. “You’ve been hanging around Mikey too much.”

You grin because it's true and walk slowly towards where he’s waiting. Your feet are clearly more sensible and less fuzzy than your brain (you are definitely not still thinking – and staring – at his arms, nope) because they stop just before you can stand between his legs. His eyes run along the curves of your calves and his gaze feels like a dizzying caress as it glides up your torso, lingering on the bare skin around your throat in a hungry way that makes you swallow just to watch him watch the movement. “What’s the plan, Red?” 

Your voice doesn’t feel like your own and you’re kind of impressed by how put-together you sound. It’s not the breathless wheeze you expected, it's low and sultry and suggestive and your eyes flutter as his breath hitches. The two of you have flirted before but this feels different. It’s intimate beyond your typical friendly banter and you have the urge to touch him.

He reaches for you first, pulling you closer and resting his hands on your hips. His hands are huge, and your mouth feels dry as he squeezes a little too hard to be innocent. “Raph...”

He squeezes again at your murmur. “Lie down.” His voice is rough and you shiver. He brushes his fingers across the goosebumps he’s raised, and you let him manoeuvre you with ease.

It probably looks so silly, and you fight the incredulous laughter that bubbles in your chest. The bar above you is ridiculously oversized and heavy and the thought of you lifting it is absurd and your laugh can’t be stopped this time as you look at the green-skinned ninja above you. His lips are twitching as you cackle and your eyes focus on the scar that decorates them, longing to soothe your tongue over it, as you regain your composure. “You good?”

“I’m good,” you reassure him. He’s so fucking cute, you think. You can see his nervousness now even if he tries to play it off and you feel like you’ve just swallowed a bucketful of butterflies. “Are you spotting?”

Raph runs his tongue – you do not shift your hips at how thick it is – across his upper lip, over that scar you want to taste for yourself. He looks torn for a moment, building himself up, and places his heavy hands on the bar above you. “Something like that,” he agrees before instructing you on how to position your hands.

You push up and immediately swear at the impossible weight. Raph snickers and you pout and glare simultaneously. “Don’t be mean.”

“You haven’t seen me be mean, baby.”

Oh. Your glare falters. That’s just not fair and he knows it. He’s grinning now and you curse him in your head. You push again and this time the bar lifts, as light as a feather. His hands are still wrapped around it and you’re not lifting a single thing, but the moment feels heavy. He hasn’t let his eyes drift from yours and you don’t dare look away. It feels intense and intimate and you can admit that your skin is on fire and your pulse is throbbing knowing how easily he’s carrying a weight that you couldn’t budge with all your might.

He guides the bar back down after a moment that could have been seconds or minutes or hours and you release a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. He’s still looking at you as you sit up and he invades your personal space. You have to tilt your head back to maintain eye-contact and you shudder as his palm cups your chin.

He’s so tall and imposing and you have to bite your tongue as his hand trails further down. You let him wrap his fingers around your neck and you rest your hand on top of his in encouragement, unable to stop a needy whine as he heeds your silent request and squeezes gently. His pupils are blown and he’s breathing harder than he had been while working out and you feel smug knowing you’ve caused this reaction. In a blink he’s pushed you back and he’s leaning over you. He smells like sweat and his skin is damp from exertion and it's kind of gross and it really shouldn’t be turning you on, but it is and your legs spread involuntarily.

You expect him to close the gap between your lips as he hovers above you and your eyes that had fluttered shut open again when it’s clear he has no intention of moulding your mouths together. He’s got a soft look in his eyes paired with a devilish smile and it makes your chest burn. You don’t expect the next words out of his mouth.

“Be my Valentine?”

You splutter and he laughs as he finally presses his lips to yours.

[shochansstuff]

"𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋..When you know, you know..⨾𓍢ִ໋𝄞"

Summary: Basically, how you and each of the tmnt interact when you try to hide your feelings for one another.

Characters: Leo, Raph, Donnie and Mikey

Warnings: some explicit words, but mostly fluff, and very short :))

A's/n: Well well well... Hi everyone! It's been such a long time since I wrote on this platform─ actually, it's been some time since i wrote anything at all. Today I felt kind of inspired, i stumbled across the tmnt movies and oh...my obession with them came. I've just got out a very long (two years ezz) writer's block. (scholl kills artists they say). Anyway, i don't know how this will turn out but please don't be mean to me it's the first thing i'm writing in such a long time, so it's kind of short...with that being said...Enjoy my, well, whatever my brain so strangely produced! Luv ya── .✦

✩°｡⋆⸜ Hidden glances (leo)✮₊˚⊹♡

Leonardo, was a leader, a role model, the figure to look up to whenever you feel down, or in need of a word. He's always there for the people he cares about. Always able to say a word of comfot, or reassurement, Always able to understand and accept others.

Then why, whenever you enter the room, his heart drops. Then why, whenever your eyes lock, all he can do is stare. Stare and drink in, soak in every little detail of your soft face, of your caring smile, of your adorable look.

He never thouth he'd ever find himself in such a situation. How his eyes would automatically be on you, whenever you entered his eyesight.

Who was he kidding? he's the leader, he should't get distracted by you, and yet, whever you give him that sweet smile of your framed by those sultry lips, like the teenager he is, he feels a flutter in his chest, and heat pooling in his stomach.

But he was content, because he was no fool. He sees the flicker in your eyes whenever you make eye contact across the room. And you on the other side, can't keep the eye contact. You'd hold it for a bit, and then look away before that smile he loves so much would curl your lips upwards. He'd grin lazily every time, looking away too.

"Friends don't look at each other that way" He knows that much. but hell. They say they were friends, but eyes don't lie. They never do, and never will. Because those stolen glances were everything that was needed between you two. A greater connection. He didn't need to speak to you about it, because your gazes spoke volumes

They say the eyes are the windows of the soul, that's why, whenever you turn to look at him, he was already looking. And he looked at you, like all the girls would love to be looked at.

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✩°｡⋆⸜ Sweet lies (Raph)✮₊˚⊹♡

Raph has never been a guy for romantic words. Call him heartless, a jerk even. But that's the way he is. He's an asshole to you, there is no hiding that. You two bicker and provoke each other all the time. It's almost hilarious to look at.

You two would sass each others down at every chance. He was a complete ass to you, but you never allowed him to have his way. You and your bratty behavior alwaya had a witty remark or a sassy answer to fire back to him. And honestly it drove him insane.

Why was he always on full jerk-mode on? Because he could't accept that a frail human like you could make him so weak.

Whenever you give him that satisfied smirk, right after one of your comebacks, he'd feel his strong knees grow into mush.

He hated you. Or at least that's what he told to each one of his brothers whenver they tried to pry into the reasoning behind his behavior.

"[name]'s insufferable." He'd say. But truth be told, he was actually trying to convince himself. He was lying to himself, to you, to everyone. But deep inside he knew, that if he let's out even a tad bit of how much he'd love to pin you down and smash his lips against yours, and fucking the attitude out of you until the only things allowed to escape your mouth were whimpers and moans.

That's all those lies are for, those necessary sweet lies that he forced out of his mouth. He was just keeping his distance, because he was sure he could't have you.

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✩°｡⋆⸜ Loud silence (Donnie)✮₊˚⊹♡

How do you rationalize feelings? That's what donnie found himself asking. C'mon. He felt ridicolous. When he found himself looking around, making sure nobody was around, and typed on his screen the words "How to get rid of feelings - easy steps" or navigate through sites to understand what the Krang was going on in his brain.

He even reduced himself to consult that damn wikihow, to try and understand why in the world his brain turned to mush everytime you were around. He hated it really. How everytime you'd ask to helo him with his emperiments, or for him to talk about what he was doing, his brain would just turn into an useless pudding.

"y-you really want to know how my latest invention works?" He knows you're genuinely interest, but he is mentally unable to function properly with you around him. And when you'd get a bit too close? Oh dear. Donnie.exe stopped working.

He appriciates you, he really does, but the tension he feels in the air every time you just hang out in his lab...dear lord the silence was so loud. How you'd just...be there, looking at him, listening to him, being there for him and only him.

But he doesn't know, that sometimes silence, is louder than hundred words.

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✩°｡⋆⸜ Stolen Touches (Mikey)✮₊˚⊹♡

MIkey was...well Mikey. He had an unique personality, one thta, to be honest, made him quite easily likable. He was bold, funny, a bit of a chat box, but you found him endearing for that.

He liked you, and it was generally acknowledged that he did. After all, he didn't exaclty hide it. He's quite shameless about it too.

How he'd sheak his arm around your shoulder whenver he had the occasion, how he'd place his hand on your thigh under the table, how he'd playfully poke your sides knowing you were terribly ticklish there, just so you'd squirm away and let out those little gasps and giggles he loves so much.

He loves PDA, a huge fan actually, but you'd be an idiot not to notice how touch starved this guy is.

"where's my hug at?" He'd say, with the hugest grin on his face, and who are you to say no to that adorable face of his.

But there is so much more than that. He physically ached when he was away from you, so whenevr he could, he'd randomly touch you.

Handing you a slice of pizza? your fingers would touch.

You were in the way for him to get something? He'd move you aside by placing his hands on your waist.

You were tired of walking? He'd throw you over his shoulder and carry your around.

The good thing? You enjoyed it.

[angelpuns]

50Au Part 21

“ And he still hasn't moved?” 

“ Not yet. I…I didn't want to go in and have him run again,” Donnie murmured, tapping idly on the desk, “ I don't want to turn the camera off for the same reason, but this…it can't be good for him. I'm not sure if he's actually…there…or…” 

He let out a frustrated sound and rubbed his forehead, a headache growing behind his eyes. 

Leo had been sitting and staring at the camera for at least 6 hours now. Donnie didn't know what to do. If they went in and tried to bring him out of it, he might run. Not that he would get very far, but Donnie didn't want him to rip his stitches and panic further. 

Not to mention he seemed to react better to the  whole ‘strangers claiming they're your family’ thing when he didn't wake up in a panic. 

He texted Raph and Mikey as soon as he realized what was happening, Raph joining him in his lab minutes later. He guessed Raph was about in the same state as himself, probably unable to sleep. 

“...could you turn the TV on from in here? Maybe get his attention with the montage?” Raph suggested, pointing at it on the screen, “ he musta woke up ‘nd turned it off or something’” 

Donnie blinked. Right. That would have been the easiest solution. He suddenly felt so stupid, quickly wrenching open his desk drawer and rifling through it. 

“ Raphala, I officially name you as Family Co-Genius!” He pulled the remote out from the messy drawer and held it up, “ behold! The Plot Device!” ( aka a remote Donnie modded to turn off/on all the tvs in the lair for his own amusement ) 

He clicked the power button, the TV in Leo's room flicking on and bathing him in blue light. 

Leo jumped, pressing himself impossibly close to the wall as the TV flickered with static. The video started a moment later, Donnie watching tensely to see Leo’s reaction.

Leo brought his hand to his face and chewed at his nails, watching the TV with a faint frown. Ah, so he was doing that when they couldn't see. Donnie was going to make sure Mikey got onto him about it later. 

Much later, when all this curse business was over and it didn't feel like Leo would try and run at the first sign of aggression. 

“ I can't tell if its working…” Raph murmured, leaning closer to the screen, “ d'ya think it's makin’ it worse or..?” 

Donnie shut the camera off with a sigh.

“ I don't know, but we better get down there in case he tries to make a run for it,” Donnie murmured, “ I've got the tranq gun ready, but hopefully we won't have to use it,” 

He led the way down to the lobby, hands fiddling with his sleeves. He ran through the list. 

The lab was locked down, Leo's swords were hidden away proper, and he has the tranq gun. 

And unfortunately, Leo couldn't fight them in his current condition anyhow. 

Mikey stepped out of his room as Donnie stepped off of the last stair, yawning and heading to the kitchen. 

“ Morning! Did Leo-” 

Donnie shushed him and quickly covered his mouth, glancing towards Leo's room. 

It was quiet, only the soft mumble of his own voice on the TV coming out. 

Donnie slowly let go of Mikey, readying the gun. 

From inside Leo's room there was a bit of shuffling, and then the door slid open. 

Leo peeked out and gave them a shy wave. 

“ Um..hi?” His voice was rasping and weak, but he didn't sound like he was going to bolt at any second, “ any chance a guy can get some breakfast and a couple Tylenol ‘round here?”

Donnie hid the gun back in his hoodie pocket. Hopefully they wouldn't need it today. 

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“ So you're going to have to go into my head?” Leo muttered around a spoonful of cereal, “ brothers or not, I don't think you all wanna see what's going on up there,” 

They had filled Leo in on the last couple of days. He seemed to believe them for the most part, not too surprised to hear about how he'd been injured. 

Donnie was a little shocked at how calm he was, really. Considering he'd spent half the night in and out of a panic and probably delirious with the pain. 

He did make a point to tell Leo about the camera, but promised that he would remove the red indicator light. There was no need it for anyway, since Donnie could track whether it was working from his lab. He even showed Leo the live feed from his bedroom, to which Leo had laughed and told him he was ‘ a huge fucking creep doe that’. 

Which. Fair. In Leo's eyes it was probably creepy as hell, but it was a necessity given the circumstances. 

“ Trust me, I'd rather not go into any of our heads ever again, especially due to the amount of trauma we've all gone through, “ Donnie huffed, finishing off his plan bagel with a final bite, “ but apparently it's necessary to make sure we ‘wash the correct memories’ - which is completely unscientific and sounds like a whole lot of magical bullshit if you ask me,” 

“ I told Barry what you told us, though, and he said it makes sense. Sometimes a curse needs to be broken and sometimes it just needs to be washed off,” Mikey offered, “ like a bad stain or something”

“As opposed to a good stain…?” Leo muttered, giving Mikey a skeptical look. 

Donnie sighed, “ the point is, we'll have to go into your memories once we get all the ingredients for the- the potion or whatever it is. As much as it pains me to say it, there is no medical or scientific way to fix this, because that would be far too easy,” 

He slid his tablet across the table to Leo, showing off the plan they'd been working on. It was more or less a ‘Leo Protocol’ until they could get the rest of the ingredients. 

He didn't include anything about the tracker or any codes they had put in place, just in case this was Leo acting again. If was getting harder to tell if he was just playing along or if he genuinely believed in them. 

“ We just need to make sure to that we keep you safe and not panicking until we can wash away the curse,” Donnie supplied, “not that telling you this is going to help for the coming days, but I figure being forthright with you will help today, at least” 

Leo shrugged, “I mean its not like I can get very far anyway. That Tiger guy totally fucked up my leg!” 

That was another thing. Donnie was still gathering data, and it appeared that Leo had memories of the previous days, but just…different. 

Like someone had gone in and erased everyone else out and left him alone. It sounded…incredibly sad, actually. 

But Donnie still wrote it down in the notes he'd been keeping. It was important to remember what Leo could and could not remember. That their memories, while still more correct than Leo's, weren't that far off from his. 

“ yes, well, I'd have liked you to sleep in the med bay and be on bed rest for at least w week, but as it stands that would probably freak you out,” Donnie shrugged, “ and the montage idea seems to be working out,” 

“ Oh yeah that was great. I really felt like Drew Barrymore in the waters of Alaska,” Leo grinned, “ Except way less cold. And probably less seasick.”

He finished his cereal with a sigh and pushed the bowl away, “ so, what's the plan for today Family? I’d love to go back to with town and give that Tiger a piece of my mind-”

“ yeah, no. You're not going anywhere. You've got a fucked up leg, a concussion that I still have yet to fully check on, literally less than 50% of your actual memories, and I'm fairly sure less than 5 hours of sleep,” Donnie listed, “ so you're going to stay here with Raph. Who also probably didn't get much sleep,” 

Raph scoffed at that, but didn't argue. So yes, he most definitely hadn't slept. 

“ and me and Mikey are going to get the rest of the ingredients with Barry. So you two play nice and Leo, don't even think about running away,” He said pointedly, standing and heading for the door. He and Mikey had to get an early start after all. 

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Hopefully my Lil brother doesn't take me to court again for this ( long story ) but I don't really like this part. I just didn't really know where I was going with it at any point, but that's kind of the idea of this whole au, so I'm not too upset by it.

Also Raph and Leo bonding time! Yay! These guys need a nap.

Also Leo not talking about the whole ' 5 hour staring at a red dot' thing is 100% on purpose, he definitely said ' listen I'm already kind of freaking out so pls don't make me talk about it ' . he'll discuss it later tho :)

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In my opinion Stella had the most missed potential but my fav of these characters is Octavia.

[taffycandyqt]

hey so how do you think the tmnt 2003 boys would deal with having helped (more like mother hen) their s/o back to good health and s/o is just super cuddly and loving after. “Well I’ve got to thank you some way for looking after me”. “I’m not making it a habit of getting hurt, but I liked the attention”. “Normally I’d just deal with this stuff on my own” <-explanation why they enjoyed the smothering from their favourite mutant turtle?

You always give some great writing prompts my friend. 👌👌👌

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Your boyfriend helps you out when your sick. No one's ever done that for you before, so safe to say your feeling extra cuddly when your all better.

2003 turtles (separately) x reader

Warnings: none

Fluff, angst?

Established relationship

Leo:

It was flu season and well, you had an incredibly weak immune system.

If felt like your brain was stuffed with cotton balls and you couldn't breath through your nose.

Breathing through your throat hurt but it was the only way to get your oxygen.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Safe to say you haven't stopped by the lair in a while and contacting the guys was the least of your worries.

Leo was getting worried so he decided to stop by your place and was terrified to see you so sick and BY YOURSELF.

WHO LEAVES A SICK PERSON ALONE???

Nononononono.

You'll try and tell him your fine and that you can take care of it but he's attitude is basically "no shut up."

He will get you all your meals, refill your water as many times he needs to, gets you all your medicine, and anything else you might need.

If there is something he can do, he will.

And well... You felt spoiled.

It would be a lie to say you didn't enjoy it.

This was the first time someone had ever made such a fuss about you.

And it continued until you were all better.

"Hey Leo, can I come in?" You ask outside his bedroom.

This is the first time you'd stopped by the lair since you'd gotten over your sickness.

"Of course," he answered.

As you entered you saw him reading over some Japanese scrolls on his desk. You walked towards him and looked over his shoulder to get a better view.

"There Master Splinters," he told you, "He says it's important to know the events of the past in order to learn from them."

He continued to tell you about what he was reading and why he thought it was important but you couldn't hear him. You wished you could have listened better but the burning sensation tingling just below your skin was too distracting.

He had been with you all day everyday during your sickness and now that you were better, you really missed him. You wanted to kiss his face and wrap his arms around you. You watched the way his lips moved as he spoke to you and the way his face lit up while talking. As you sat there watching him a warm glow bloomed between you both. A soft comfortable atmosphere full of love.

As he was talking you reached out and wrapped him in a hug, unable to keep to yourself any longer.

"Y/n? Are you alright?" You weren't normally super touchy, so this was new for him.

"Yeah. Keep talking."

He eyed you curiously but then picked up where he had left off. This time though he wrapped his arm around you and leaned back on his other. You nuzzled further into the crook of his neck before pecking the bottom of his gaw. This time his pause was quite abrupt.

"Are you sure you're alright? You aren't acting like yourself," he questioned.

"I'm better than ever Leo. I just feel like cuddling my boyfriend," you looked up at him, "Is that so wrong?"

Leo flushed but then smiled softly at you.

"Not at all."

Raph:

When you called Raph and said you wouldn't be stopping by for a while, naturally, he was curious as to why.

He was also curious why your voice was so raspy and why you were coughing.

When you told him you were sick, all three of those questions were answered and he was on his way to you before you even hung up.

He showed up at your place like 🧍let me in.

Safe to say you were very confused by his sudden appearance.

You let him in and he took out a can of soup from a plastic bag he was holding and then handed the bag over to you.

He would detail everything it contained before telling you to get some rest while he made you something to eat.

After he left your room you kinda just stood there staring at the door he had disappeared through.

The bag had different kinds of medicine for specific symptoms, a couple movies, some non sugary snacks, and a rice bag you could heat up or through in the freezer for later.

He was a surprisingly comforting presence to have around when sick.

And he stuck with you throughout the whole thing.

Safe to say that after the whole thing you felt like showing him some lovin'

Raph had come to check in on you as early as possible, as per the routine for the past couple of days. He would show up in the dark hours of the morning, stay till midnight when you were fast asleep, leave, repeat. This way when you were awake he was always there.

Today though, you were already awake. Granted you were still in bed, in your pjs. It was clear you haven't left your bed. But you were sitting on your bed, wide awake, reading a book.

"Good morning," you greeted him, setting your book down to look at him.

"How long have you been up? Shouldn't you be asleep to help you get better," he posed the question as more of a statement.

"I'm already better," you smiled at him.

"Really now?" He walked over to you with a playful smile on his face.

He knew you were being silly, which is why he has a hard time believing you were actually better. He leaned down a little and placed a hand on your forehead. You weren't particularly warm. He grabbed the thermometer from off your nightstand.

"Really Raph?" You teased.

"Really," he teased back.

He set it in your mouth and waited a couple of seconds until it beeped. When it did he pulled it out and read a normal and completely healthy temperature. He set it down and looked back at you.

"you breathing okay? No stuffed nose or sore throat?"

"Nope!"

"Your not sore anywhere?"

"Not even a little bit!"

Raph stood quiet for a bit. He cycled between looking at you, touching your head, and checking the thermometer a couple of time.

"Are you sure?"

If you didn't know any better he almost seemed a bit disappointed. Unbeknownst to you, he actually enjoyed the time he took to take care of you. You decided to try something. You scooted over on your bed and opened the covers a little bit for him.

"Come on," you softly while patting the space next to you.

His eyes widened not expecting the offer, but took it quickly. You leaned into him resting your head on his collar bone.

"I- what?" He choked out.

"I am feeling a little tired though. Rest with me?"

Okay, so maybe you didn't want this to end just yet either. No one has ever devoted so much time and energy to you before and you just wanted to soak up as much of his presence as you could. Raph didn't say anything in response. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled the blanket higher on the both of you.

Donny:

You weren't feeling to hot.

Or, scratch that, you felt waaaay to hot.

And not in the good way.

You decided some time in bed would be a good idea so you called Don to tell him you wouldn't be coming round for a while.

Today was supposed to be a date too but oh well😔

When he learned that you were sick he gathered everything he could find to help and made us way over to you.

I'm talking immune boosting tea, liquid IV, vitamin D chewables, vitamin water with antioxidants, ect.

Bro wants you to get better so fast.

Just take it, don't be like, 'no it's okay, you don't have to do that it's not that bad!'

Cuz then he will want to cook for you.

And I'm not joking when I say that is it canon that this man CANNOT COOK.

Please don't let him near your kitchen, just take the vitamins.

After you take everything he brought and settled in for a nap he'll kinda just stand there awkwardly.

Like, he want to help more but he's already done everything he could think of.

Unless you invite him to cuddle or something he's just gonna hang around your room until you wake up.

He didn't leave you side the entire time you were sick, and well, it touched you.

After you got better, you felt it was only fair that you returned the favor.

"Hey Don?"

"Yes hon?"

"You at a good stopping place?"

"Huh? Uh... Yeah... juuuuu-" he made a few short adjustments to the contraption infront of him, "-uuuuuust there! What do you need?"

He turned to you with a smile on his face.

"You're not feeling sick again are you?"

"What? Oh, no no. I'm feeling great!" Standing up straight to showcase your good health.

"That's good then," he guided you to the couch in the train car and sat you down, "what can I do for you then?"

"Actually can you sit next to me for a second?" You asked.

"Oh sure," he took a seat next to you on the couch.

You really missed his company after you got better. You especially missed his cuddles. He was always there, consistently and constantly. It made you feel so loved and appreciated, but now that he's not around all the time, you've been feeling a bit lonely. You were a little embarrassed to ask him to cuddle though, so you really weren't sure what to do. Because of this, you sat there nervously fidgeting trying to figure out exactly what you were going to say.

Donnie noticed your discomfort and put a hand on your shoulder to try and ground you from your thoughts. What he didn't expect was this to prompt a sudden and tight hug from you immediately after.

"Is everything alright?" He was a little worried now.

"Yes I just want a hug," you squeaked.

"Oh," he chuckled, "alright."

He embraced you and pulled you closer. He smiled to himself about how cute you were.

Mikey:

Oh precious boy has attachment issues.

You tell him you can't come by cuz your sick, bro is packing an overnight pack and everything.

Dude will literally camp out at your place until your better.

He doesn't really know much about taking care of someone when there sick and he didn't really think about it.

But when you ask him for something he'll get it. When you go to do something he'll do it.

Legit just wants you to spend time getting better and that's it.

Be prepared for lots of movie nights.

Dude loves horror so if you don't you better tell him.

Honestly horror isn't even that bad with him though cuz he is talking the whole time.

Watching any movie with Mikey is honestly the best.

He says the most out of pocket stuff and his reactions are so over the top, it's usually more entertaining than the movie itself.

When you do get better and start coming by the lair again you can't shake the feeling of wanting to be near him.

One thing about your relationship with Mikey is that physical touch was a big love language. That and quality time. When you were sick Mikey slept over every night and it was great. Now that you were better you both agreed he should probably move back in at the lair.

You were kicking yourself for that now. Everytime you've visited the lair after you just wanted some alone time with Mikey but his family is always doing something and when they weren't he'd be to dense to pick up on your hints. Gosh he's such a an idiot sometimes. Unfortunately you love idiots so these are the cards you delt yourself.

Then an idea hit you. If you can't get some time when you go to him, why not get him to come to you! So you called Mikey about maybe having a movie night at your place that night. Unsurprisingly he said yes, quite enthusiastically.

With the plan set in place you cleaned up your room a bit making sure to throw away any loose trash and vacuum. Was your room a mess when he slept over? Yes. But, for one, you were sick and two, Mikey was staying over. He wasn't exactly the picture of cleanly habits. Realistically you knew he wouldn't care whether it was messy or not but you wanted to relax with him. You couldn't relax in a messy room. After you were finished it was only a matter of time before Mikey swung by.

"Guess whoo!!" Mikey sung from your open window.

"Hmmmmm. A particularly intelligible pigeon?" You answered not turning around from your closet.

You had been looking for your extra blankets for you both to use while you snuggled.

"Hahaha," he answered sarcastically stepping into your room, "Now the real question is what do we wanna watch? I got Slasher and Friday the Thirteenth and Chuckie OR we could do a trilogy!"

When you turned around you noticed he had brought his entire case of movies with him even though he was only gonna be there for the night.

"Let's stick with a single, stand alone movie yeah?" You told him sweetly as you lazily adjusted the blankets on your bed.

"WHAT! You only want to watch ONE movie!?"

"Mikey, we'll only have time for one movie!" you laughed.

"You said movie night!" He told you clearly distressed.

"You normally only watch ONE movie at a movie night!" You informed him, unable to quell your chortling.

"WHA- BUT-" He looked at his box of movies.

How was he only supposed to pick one!? Once you were able to calm down you saw him looking over his movie crate concerned.

"Mikey, just one nice tonight doesn't mean no more movies ever. We can watch one tonight and another a different night. We could even have a marathon at some point."

"You promise?"

"I promise," you grinned at him.

And with that Mikey grabbed a movie and started it up. He had gotten comfortable on the bed before you could even get on. When you did join him he nudged a big bad of potato chips your way, you both would be sharing. As the movie continued you slowly moved closer to him until you were practically on top of him. By the end of it you weren't even facing the movie, opting to nuzzle into his chest.

Mikey if course didn't notice, too invested in the film in front of him. When the movie ended however he noticed he was unable to move how he wanted. Only then realizing that you were completely cuddled into him. He flushed and stuttered, oh how he wishes he knew when this happened. He wasn't sure if you were awake or not though until you told him to put in another movie.

"I-I-I thought you said only one?" His voice wiggly.

"I think we can break that rule once in a while."

With that Mikey popped in another movie, this time one that wasn't particularly his favorite. This way he could focus on returning your affections.

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More Headcanons: Personality Quirks

Leo:

• calm and collected but also very stubborn. it's his way or the high way until you prove him otherwise

• feelings aren't foreign but definitely aren't something he's particularly good at. he's guarded when he's confronted with someone who's heart is on their sleeve

• feelings, that being said, aren't a sign of weakness in his eyes. go ahead, be angry or be sad, but get it together cause shit needs done

• only truly comforting if you're full blown sobbing, and depending on your relationship, big bro leo or soft boyfriend leo come out

• best at de-escalation unless he's the one fighting with the other person

• hates, hates, hates being wrong (i don't make the rules) but weirdly not afraid to apologize for being wrong, in his own way of course

• he hates the word sorry and believes it's just a word. since he's a man of few words, he prefers to show he's sorry. (i've mentioned it before and i'll die on this hill, king of acts of service)

• can dish advice like it's candy but for the life of him can't take his own advice

• the patience of an absolute saint, unless you're one of his brothers

• confrontation is his middle name

• sarcastic but very thoughtful and very appreciative

• besides mikey, he gets the most depressed because he feels like his only identity is a leader at times

• he strikes me as the kind of guy that just comes up out of nowhere and says "need some help with that?"

• willing to try anything once, open minded to an extent if it's not dangerous

• extremely trustworthy and loyal

Raph:

• hothead but the most sensitive out of all the brothers. very quick to cry

• feelings, like mikey, are shown on his sleeve. he makes it everyone's problem

• bad at communication...that's all i gotta say on that

• unhealthy projector of feelings but is willing to hear tips on how to do better

• the type to start crying if you start crying

• not the most patient in the world but if you're new something he tries (keyword: tries) to be as patient as possible

• he gets awkward if he knows he hurt someone's feelings and has to apologize. very bad at words and not the best at showing he's truly sorry

• horrible at advice

• chronic gaslighter in some situations (i don't make the rules)

• he truly does try to better himself if you call him out on his bs, he's able to hold himself accountable..in his own way

• even though he's a hothead, once you start crying, immediately he stops. the first sight of your lip quivering and he's shut up cause he crossed the line and he knows it

• doesn't mind confrontation

• loyal, loyal, loyal

• type to hold a grudge forever and never forget

• the "where's my hug at" guy

Donnie:

• his intelligence is his strongest suite but sometimes it goes to his head...literally

• very awkward with feelings and has no idea what to do in situations that call for comfort

• unless he's very comfortable with you, he will send you to someone else if you're upset so he doesn't upset you more

• not emotional but also not not emotional

• doesn't like confrontation at all unless you're nice about it

• best at communication out of all the guys because if he's bothered, he makes it very known

• besides mikey, he's very easily manipulated

• chronic overthinker

• very insecure in his abilities as a ninja

• hates to talk about his feelings and bottles them up until he explodes

• not one to get angry but he is the passive aggressive king

• germaphobe (no elabortion...he just is)

• he's very kind and very helpful when the situation calls for it

• he's the most gentle of all the guys

• definitely on the spectrum (not sure which, but he's definitely on one)

Mikey:

• number one most emotional out of all the brothers and doesn't show it

• jokester but is able to have meaningful and deep conversations the best

• most empathetic and compassionate but too quick to trust

• explosive temper that only comes out when his family or friends are in life threatening danger

• feelings are worn on his sleeve and he isn't ashamed to show them

• boundaries are an extreme work in progress (do with that what you will)

• sometimes is unable to decifer when not to make a joke

• will take jokes as far as they'll go to the point where the offense level is very questionable

• apologizes until it gets incredibly annoying

• will never be afraid to share his opinion but will always be quick to point out the good

• he cries all the time with no shame

• actually a very analytical and extreme outside the box thinker

• the "i had him/her first" friend if you get into a relationship

• very good listener when needed, but selective hearing most of the time

• he has adhd. nothing further needed.

[lizaaardstuff]

Hellebores (shattered)

Hey guys, I’ve decided to try something a little new. This is a fic I’ve been working on for the last month now, and I wanted to share a small snippet of the beginning with you guys since it’ll be a bit longer before I’m able to post it on ao3.

This is a Donnie centric story that will take place after the invasion (like my other fanfic), but the beginning kicks off during the end battle.

⚠️Trigger warning for this fic will include: Major Character Injury, Permanent Injury, Paralysis, Internalized Ablism, PTSD, Medical Stuff; you know, the works.

Please let me know your thoughts once you’ve read this, I’d love to hear them <3

Word count: 1,845

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Being apart of the Technodrome was... incredible. Being so wholly welcomed into such vast knowledge and power was thrilling- world changing. He was everything. He was everywhere. Nothing was out of his reach. He could feel the space in his head expand, his senses heightened to new levels, and as long as he ignored the pain in his shell and the prickling in his limbs and the pressure in his head, he would describe this as the best experience of his life. Truly, nothing could ever compare.

And then he was ripped out.

Violently.

Without any care to what it would do to him.

And suddenly the greatest experience of his life had turned into a living nightmare. He had never felt pain like this before, and not a second too soon, he blacks out.

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"...nie!"

"Donnie, wake up!"

Donnie's eyes blearily crack open, dizzying colors invade his senses, and he fights the urge to close them again. He can hear himself wheezing, struggling to take in a full breath. He feels his head dipping down towards his chest, and he realizes he's being held up. Blinking to try to clear the haze from his vision, he looks around to his brothers, who are all being held up by the same gooey Krang matter. Donnie almost does a double take when he sees Raph, with the Krang's influence gone, but he doesn't even get a second to revel in this new development, because Leo and Mikey are suddenly yelling for him again.

"Donnie, c'mon, you have to fight it!" Leo shouts from across the room. A flash of blue lights up the room, and Donnie can feel the electricity of his brothers ninpō light up in his chest. And now that he's focusing on it, he can feel Raph's ninpō there too, strong and steady. Feeling that spark ignites something within his own kindling, and when Mikey's ninpō joins the mix, that's all the push Donnie needs before a beam of striking purple joins the cacophony.

There's yelling, but Donnie's ears are ringing, and everything sounds like it's happening behind a wall of cotton. He sees everyone's ninpō burning away the Krang matter that was holding them up, and he assumes the same was happening to him, but he could barely feel it.

Donnie drags in a breath, feeling like he was breathing through a straw, and uses all of his strength to lift up his right arm to pull at the Krang gunk that was pulling at his neck. If I could just get a moment to catch my breath...

And then the Krang matter is gone, and he's falling.

Donnie lands hard on his side, pain flaring through the upper part of his spine and echoing out across his chest, and the impact forces a weak cough out of him that takes away the little bit of air he had managed to gain in his lungs.

"Donnie!" he hears from above, but his eyes are slipping shut again, his energy spent.

There's a soft thud next to him, and a gentle hand on the side of his face. "Donnie, open your eyes man, please. C'mon, just open your eyes."

Leo.

Donnie slowly peels open his eyes again, despite how badly he wanted to just let them remain closed. Because Leo asked nicely.

Donnie drags in another breath.

Why is it still so hard to breathe?

"There you are," Leo sighs, a confusing mix of worry and relief painted on his face.

Donnie hears quick footsteps behind him and a soft gasp, "his shell," "oh Donnie," but when he tries to turn his head to see who's talking, Leo's hand that was still on his face presses down lightly to keep his head in place. "Don't move."

Donnie's head is starting to feel light from the lack of oxygen.

"Oh my god, Leo, what do we do." Mikey. That's Mikey. Donnie's fingers twitch against the ground as he tries once again to turn his head to see his baby brother, but Leo's hand remains firm.

"We have to move." Raph. His big brother is here too. Wait...

Donnie's already unsteady breathing halts, his eyes going wide. "Wait," he croaks out, all eyes turning back on him, "if you're all here... the Krang." Donnie's words slur, and his sentence ends in another wheezing breath.

The others share a confused look above him. Leo looks back down to meet Donnie's eyes, gently taking his hand with the one that wasn't securing the softshell's head. But Donnie could barely feel it. Everything felt so disconnected and muffled. Shock, maybe.

"Donnie," Leo says sharply, like he'd been calling his name a few times. Donnie drags his eyes back up to Leo, blinking through another round of haze. "Donnie, you're holding them off. Or, at least I'm assuming it's you. There's a big purple dome around us, and you're glowing, so..."

Huh?

"Leo," Raph says urgently from wherever he is. Donnie still can't see him or Mikey. If only I could just sit up... "We still need to get the Krang through that portal." There's hesitation in his voice, and Donnie wishes he could see his face.

"I know!" Leo snaps, voice trembling and eyes brimming with overwhelmed tears. It felt so unlike him. He'd only seen Leo make that face a few times in their lifetime, and most of what he could count were from the last 24 hours. Donnie focuses solely on flexing his fingers around Leo's hand, and Leo squeezes back automatically, looking back down at him but still talking to Raph. "I know, but- we can't move him like this."

"Leo, we can't stay here," Donnie hears Mikey say from somewhere above him.

Donnie watches as a tear rolls down Leo's cheek, catching the purple lighting of Donnie's ninpō. Then Leo squares his shoulders and his face hardens, eyes glancing up to meet the others above him, and Donnie knows that he's come to a decision.

"Raph, in a few minutes I'm going to need you to pick up Dee. As carefully as you possibly can. I'll portal you down to a safe spot. Donnie actually managed to get the ship pretty close to the portal before the Krang grabbed him and Mikey, so all Mikey and I have to do is push the big guy through. I need you to watch Dee, if you can find anything hard and flat to lay him on once you're down there, that would be best. Make sure he doesn't move." Good, Donnie thinks as he listens to his twin slip back into his leader voice, Leo's got this covered. Donnie can feel his eyes slipping shut again right as Leo's eyes shift back over to him. "Dee, look at me, I need you to focus."

Donnie would have rolled his eyes at the slider if he wasn't feeling so sluggish. Instead, he tries to hum to let him know he's listening, but it turned more into a weak groan.

"Before I have Raph pick you up, I'm going to do a quick check to see how you're doing. I need you to keep the shield up, okay? Can you do that for me? No, don't move your head, I got it," Leo adds quickly, pulling their hands apart to stop Donnie from nodding with both of his hands.

"Okay," Leo says, more to himself, as he finally lets go of Donnie's head, throwing a sharp glare in his direction with one more, "don't move," as he picks up Donnie's wrist to take his pulse.

He frowns, clearly not pleased with what he's feeling, but he moves on anyways, carefully shifting his head to lean against Donnie's chest. It was difficult since Donnie was on his side, and Leo seemed to take extra care in making sure not to jostle him. Leo's frown only deepens. This check up clearly wasn't going well. Damn, there goes my perfect test scores...

Then Leo goes to check his eyes, but without a pen light to use and the lighting around them being so dim, he gives up on that, moving to hold Donnie's hands instead.

"Squeeze my hands," Leo instructs.

Donnie has to dig through his energy reserve moving his fingers, and he notices that his right hand reacts before his left. Huh. But either way, he manages to give Leo's hands a weak, lopsided squeeze, which seemed to be good enough for now because Leo nods approvingly.

"Okay, now wiggle your toes for me." The slider sits up a bit straighter to look at the softshell's feet. Or, where Donnie assumes they must be, because he can't feel anything below his chest. Donnie's never been in shock before, and after this experience, he never wants to again. Though, that's a bit redundant. No one ever wants to go into shock, that would be masochistic. But Donnie definitely would rate this experience a zero out of ten, would not recommend-

"Donnie, focus," Leo says, placing a hand on Donnie's arm, bringing Donnie back to the present. "I need you to wiggle your toes." Was Donnie becoming delusional, or was there a hint of desperation in his brother's tone? Probably both.

So Donnie wiggles his toes like Leo has asked of him, if only to ease his brother's concern.

"Donnie, seriously, man. Move your toes so we can finish this up. I know you're feeling kinda out of it right now but-"

What? "I already did," Donnie mumbles out, immediately wishing he hadn't spoken when such a simple task leaves him breathless and dizzy.

"What? No, dude, you didn't. Try again." Leo's tone sharpens, eyes going wide, despite his casual wording.

Donnie furrows his smudged brows. "What're you talkin about?" Donnie tries to get an arm under him to push himself up, turning his head towards his legs, confused, but the second he tries to move, Leo's on top of him again.

"Stop! Stop moving," Leo shouts hurriedly. Donnie can feel the sharp sting of Leo's panic through their interlinked ninpō, and suddenly there's a shift in the air. Ignoring Leo's frantic pleads and shaking hands, Donnie tilts his head up slowly, painfully, and sees the large purple dome he had accidentally created to surround them shudder. A loud pounding followed by muffled rage filled roars could be heard just outside of the shield, as the Krang leader slams his fists into the structure, clearly becoming impatient.

When the Krang brings his fists down again, the structure glitches.

Donnie gasps, along with his brothers, and by pure instinct he pushes more energy into the shield. The world starts spinning and the corners of his vision go dim as he uses up the last of his reserves, and when Donnie blinks his eyes back open, his head is laying on the ground again. Leo's shouting something to someone, and there's a flash of bright, neon blue, and there's a large arm shifting under him. The last thing he sees is a burst of purple pixels as the dome shatters before his eyes slip shut.

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Okay so I really have no idea how to format anything on this app, so if it’s hard to read, I’m so sorry 😭

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Soft Spot - Chapter 22

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Looks like we're in for quite the surprise with this week's chapter art by @garbagemilkshake

Rated: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Romance, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Married Life, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Villain Donatello (TMNT), Love, POV Second Person, Babies, Pregnancy, AFAB reader, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Fertility Issues, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Reader-Insert, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Cum Eating, Turtle Noises (TMNT), I have a Biology Degree and I’m Using it, Menstruation, There WILL NOT be any Miscarriages

Synopsis: First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the next step about as smooth as the others arrived. The baby-oriented sequel to Weak Spot.

Also available on Ao3

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“I have to pee.” You scurried away from the couch.

“Y/N!” Donnie’s voice chased you.

“Not my fault!” You reminded him as you rounded the corner in your bedroom.

“He’s in the building!” Donnie tried.

“I can’t help it!” You hissed as you got the bathroom door shut.

His concerns were the same.

His anxiety leaked through your wedding band and you waited until relief washed over you before you reached to give him some of his own.

He didn’t settle in the slightest, as he hadn’t in the past few hours, and there was a knock at the door.

You heard clips of Raph’s voice as you washed your hands. “-personalized door thing!”

“Right.” Donnie remarked.

“That was… you, wasn’t it?” Raph asked, clearly wary.

“There’s business at hand…!” Donnie’s voice peaked and you could tell he was trying to summon you.

“Sure…” Raph drew out his own concerns as they were bypassed. “You said you needed to talk.”

“We require your introduction.”

“Ya mentioned that over text, but I don’t really get why…”

You dried your hands and were especially careful in opening the bathroom door as silently as possible.

“I mean, who can Raph introduce you to?”

You crept forward.

“I don’t really know people that require introductions. You probably know more people than me!”

“True, however…” Donnie led again.

Your ring begged you to appear.

You were slow as you approached the partition.

You took a breath.

“Well, Raph…” You spoke just before you walked out. “You see we have some news…”

“What’s tha-?” Raph was genial right up until he froze in place.

You couldn’t really squirm at six months pregnant.

Your belly was a little too large for that. These days you were getting closer to the quintessential waddle and you did what you could to support the growing weight bulging from your front. You tucked your hands under your baby for support and to make yourself the picture of pregnant so Raph had no room to be mistaken.

Raph blinked once and slowly rotated his head to Donnie.

Your husband gave a single skittish nod.

“Y/N…” Raph checked with Donnie again and got another go ahead before he approached.

You looked up at him as cheerily as you could. “How’ve you been?”

“Good… Pretty good…” He knelt down in front of you and was the picture of gentleness. “And you?”

“You know…” You smiled warmly at him. “I’ve really been getting that glow lately. It’s been a tense time, but I’m finally starting to enjoy it.”

Raph’s smile shook and he licked his lips to curtail it. “Izzat’so?”

“If you want…” You removed your hands and put them in another stasis position tucked into your lower back for the pressure. “... you can feel them.” 

His eyes danced as he glanced up at you and he held up a readied hand. “You’re sure?”

“Yep.”

Raph puffed with one watery chuckle that he swallowed before he put great care in laying his enormous hand on your belly.

“Not sure you’ll feel a kick.”

“Did you guys have any trouble with a surrogate?” Raph did the faintest chaste stroke before he released and sent joy in your direction.

“Surrogate…?”

“For the sperm.” Raph moved to stand. “Congratulations don’t even start to cover it. Don…” He turned to address your mate. “This is amazing. I can’t believe it. I’m so happy for-!”

“Raphael…” Donnie tested as he took a cautious step forward.

Raph was clearly hesitant. “Sorry. I meant Donatello. I didn’t mean to-”

“That’s fine.” Donnie told him.

“It… is…?” Raph was hit with concurrent waves of happiness. 

Your spouse nodded.

“O-Oh…” Raph almost blushed as he turned his elation to you. “He’s already getting soft at the prospect of being a dad, huh?”

“Raph…” You took your turn.

“Hm?” The bigger turtle was caught in glee.

“There’s no surrogate.” Donnie finished for you.

“Huh?” Raph’s mood didn’t diminish. “Was that a bad assumption? Did you get a fertilized egg implanted or something?”

“Raph.” Donnie put a hand on the other turtle’s shoulder.

Raph blinked once at Donnie’s hand, once at the arm it was connected to, and finally once at your husband’s face. “What other way is there?”

“They’re mine.”

Raph was silent and stared openly.

“My child.” Donnie pressed. “Y/N’s egg. Without aided fertility.”

“Mutants are sterile.” Raph spoke like a tape recorder.

“Not necessarily.”

“That doesn’t… That doesn’t make any sense…”

“We calculated a 1.73% chance of successful conception of which…” Donnie looked pointedly at you.

You finished pressing your spine before taking up your belly again in demonstration.

Raph was slow in gaping at you.

He raised a finger to point and his neck creaked as he moved it, rusty, back to Donnie.

Donnie nodded several times.

Raph’s hand shot up to cover his mouth.

He leaked excitement and traded it for a form of concern.

“Getting pregnant was one of the toughest parts of the process…” You offered to the awkward air.

“I’m glad!” Raph squeaked out. “Don’t get me wrong! This is just-!”

Donnie released him to go stand by you.

“You two-!” Raph’s hand waved a few times before gluing back to his chin.

“The introduction.” Donnie spoke cautiously. “We need to know about how ninpo affects children. I want to commune with the ancestors.” 

“The ancestors?! Our ancestors?!” 

Donnie clearly didn’t agree with the specification, but he also didn’t correct him. 

“A baby and then-!?” Raph did a nervous dance in place. 

He then took a long breath to calm himself before he addressed you both. 

“Okay… This is… a lot…” 

“Wanna sit?” You offered. 

“Can I?” Raph looked like he might keel over. 

You lead around the couch in demonstration. “Of course you can.” 

He mirrored you on the opposite side before he plopped down on the couch. “It’s not you guys, ya know?” 

“Sure.” 

Donnie inched up to the sofa’s back. 

“Like, let’s start with the mutant thing. That’s crazy! Does that mean I have same chance of having a kid or is it just you?” Raph looked back at Donnie. 

“That was a calculation between Y/N and I. Yours would differ.” 

“How much…?” 

Donnie looked on with a neutral expression. 

“Yeah, I know there’s science, but ballpark it! Please?” Raph begged with a toss of his head. 

“It depends, but it’s likely yours is not nil either.” 

Raph’s hands shot up to his face to stifle a scream. 

“Do you need to make a call?” Donnie droned on. 

“What?!” Raph squawked with embarrassment. “No!” 

“Your concern. You may need to contact a partner.” 

Raph’s hands blurred as he waved them. “No! No, no! That’s not the problem! Don’t-! AH!” 

You waited until you could see his arms again before reaching out to put a hand on his limb. 

He sent you a weak look that begged you to understand. 

You did a similar chaste rub as he had. “Is it knowing you can?” 

His lips curled a few times before he nodded. 

“Sorry for springing this on you.” 

“No, no, that’s not-” Raph sighed. “I just don’t know what to do. Like Dad always joked about us giving him grandkids, but it’s not like we could. We were told from all sides it wasn’t a thing. Mutants getting rights was because we’re a dying breed. Knowing that’s not true is… I don’t even know…”

You nodded and kept petting him. 

Donnie caught the couch and leaned over some. 

“Then you guys! You’re having a baby! Seriously! I’m so happy for you guys.” Raph continued. 

“Thanks.” 

Donnie gave a courtesy bob of his head. 

“And you telling me and nickname privileges? It’s big deals all around. I’m shocked and I’m happy and my world’s kinda flipped upside down!” 

You looked at your mate. 

He returned a warm gaze. 

“Oh, and the ancestors! What’s up with that?!” Raph bobbed to better attention. “You want to tell them next or something?” 

“We’re… concerned.” Donnie began before he knelt down so he could fold his arms along the couch’s back. 

“Uh…?” Raph’s eye darted between you and Donnie. “Wait! I was paying attention. You said something about ninpo!” 

“Right. Have any…” Donnie had to swallow bile. “... Hamato clan members been bonded?” 

“Bonded.” Raph repeated as if he might not have heard right. 

“In the yokai sense.” 

“I’m pretty sure the Hamato were all human…” 

Donnie barely contained his bitterness. “Their use of mystic arts? How Saki gained the Kuroi Yoroi? It’s unmistakable.” 

Raph shrugged. 

Donnie stewed with closed eyes for a moment. “If we return to unlocking ninpo.” 

Raph’s head lolled. “Again, Donnie? How many times are we going to go over the same thing?” 

“It doesn’t make sense!” 

“I don’t know what else to tell ya! It’s a family thing! A bond-” 

You perked up a little. 

“Oh.” Raph spoke once. 

One of Donnie’s brows rose. 

“Oh.” Raph spoke again. 

You encouraged him with a little bob of your chin. 

“Does your ring bond reach the baby!?” The gravity caught Raph’s throat. 

“I can sense them.” Donnie told him. 

“I can’t.” You added. 

Raph looked between you two. “Okay, okay. Let me…” 

He took a deep breath and squared his elbows. With them at his sides, he brought curled hands inward to access his core. It was similar to what you expected meditation to look like and remembered Mikey’s teachings. This was Raph’s case and you watched him dig deep before his eyes snapped open with a flick of red. He then turned and looked squarely at your stomach. You had to fight off the urge to shield your baby even though you had seen Raph do this before.  

Donnie clearly felt similar off put because he stood and menace began to ooze off him. 

Raph blinked out of his power and looked at Donnie with bare interest. 

“What did you do?” Donnie spat. 

“I’m the best at visualizing ninpo. I was seeing if there was any.” 

“Preemptive!” Donnie seethed. “There’ve been no signs.” 

“I’m making sure!” 

“There was no need!” 

“It’s not like a microwave! Y/N is fine!” 

“You examined them with an unstable and illogical power-!” 

“Donnie!” Raph interrupted and set his jaw in a hard line. 

Donnie bounced on irritation before he took to a short pace. 

You watched your mate and shot Raph wide eyes. 

“We’ve talked a lot about boundary stuff.” Raph announced proudly. 

“Leashed.” Donnie hissed. 

“And how I know he doesn’t mean it when he lashes out when he’s upset.” 

Donnie’s aura flared rage. 

Raph sent him a dry look. 

Donnie stormed around with heavier steps. 

“You two really do have a good friendship.” You remarked. 

“I prefer Kaleb.” Donnie clicked his tongue. 

“Captain K is pretty great.” Raph said fondly. “I’ll take a loss to him.” 

There was a beat of silence before you tapped Raph’s leg. 

He got the hint to be quiet and lowered his head to listen. 

“What does everyone else look like? The one’s without ninpo?” 

“Little flames of life force right in the middle of the chest.” Raph gestured with a hand to his plastron. “They aren’t colored. It’s like looking for a bright pop in a world of black and white. The ninpo shows up neon and is shaped to the user.” 

“Shaped?” 

“Like… Donnie’s is blocky like an old pixel video game. Mikey’s is loose like liquid. but it sort of burns so I guess like magma…? Or lava…? Whichever one does that and Leo’s is classic blue flame.” 

“And yours?” 

“Uh… Huh!” Raph paused to think. “I don’t see mine. I guess I could look. I think they once told me it was solid, kinda like a red saturn ring.” 

“That sounds right…” 

“Ya think?” He grinned. 

Donnie crept over with a lowered head. 

Raph didn’t tease him and opened up his posture. 

Donnie didn’t apologize, but his body language indicated he was. “Your findings?” 

“All clear, but the more I keep thinking about it, it’s a problem. When can babies… I don’t know… think? Feel…?” 

“Discussing consciousness. Might as well discuss asinine morality.” Donnie grouched. 

Raph tipped his head to agree. 

“So can we?” You asked. 

“What?” Raph seemed ready for whatever. 

“Talk to the Hamato ancestors.” 

Raph’s face shifted to a grimace. “The scrolls were destroyed.” 

Donnie rolled his entire head with his eyes. 

You glanced at Donnie. 

He caught the twitch of movement and righted his person. “You have other techniques.” 

“I mean… We do. There’s training. We all got our strengths.” Raph tipped side to side as he spoke. 

“You can meld minds.” 

Raph gave a slow nod. “Sure.” 

“The ninpo is a shared power.” Donnie continued on. “Meld with the ancestors.” 

“It doesn’t work like that. Not exactly.” 

“Don’t pull semantics on something so obviously ambiguous.” Donnie swept out a hand. 

“Okay…” Raph chuffed. “Let me ask something then.” 

“Go ahead.” Donnie led with that hand. 

“You asked me here, but you wanted an introduction. S’that mean you really wanted to ask me about this?” 

Donnie chuffed as he turned away. 

You put it together. “It’s not something you can do alone.” 

“Bingo.” Raph pointed at you. “If it’s just me I already did what I can do. The ninpo belongs to everyone, but you need to access it together. We’ll need combined forces and Dad to get at what you’re wanting.” 

“Exhausting onus rhetoric.” Donnie hissed. 

Raph shrugged. 

“We need to.” You said. 

No one else moved. 

“We need to.” You checked with Donnie. 

He looked away. 

“We need to.” You tried Raph. 

He openly agreed. 

You tried Donnie again, but he didn’t budge. 

“I think…” Raph started and quieted. 

Donnie didn’t look, but his head turned a few millimeters. 

“We need you too.” Raph spoke with the quality of not trying to spook a wild animal. 

Donnie snapped to his attention. 

“We’ve tried to ask questions before, but… something’s off. It’s hard to explain, but it always depletes someone. I think that’s why the scrolls existed. It’s a huge amount of power to tap into. Dad used to take the brunt and he’d sleep for days after. Then Mikey figured something out and he did it. One of those times is when he got that grey streak. I swear it keeps growing each time he over uses his power. I mean dad is all grey! We’ve only ever done it a handful of times, for emergencies, but…” Raph sighed. 

“You believe I’ll bring balance to your pathetic crest.” Donnie didn’t do his usual lording. 

“You’rer part of this.” Raph said simply. 

Donnie breathed and in doing so puffed his plastron out. 

You could feel his pride was wounded and made yourself a net through his bond if he needed to fall back on it. 

He stood tall. “I dislike the obvious and otherwise.” 

“What else besides us?” Raph’s brow ridge cocked through his mask. 

“I’ve had my lifetime fill of ferrying.” Donnie glared daggers. “I despise calling upon the blue one.” 

Raph smirked. “Yeah, Leo’s sick of portalling us too.” 

Your lips rounded in interest at Raph’s amusement. 

Raph gave you a quick flick of his eyes that you read as agreement. 

He also thought Donnie and Leo were far too alike. 

You tried not to giggle. 

“So sick in fact…” Raph pushed to get up from the couch without shoving it away. “He stopped doing it for any of us after Y/N’s recovery. He looked into new ways to train and use his power.” 

Raph was clearly prepared to show you something and you spun in your seat to watch. Donnie approached your side in a protective stalk and Raph reached up to his shirt. Pinned like an accessory to his jacket was a series of metal studs. You thought they were part of the garment until a snap unhooked it. Raph held the tiny piece up in a comical pinch of his huge fingers and you swore you saw a small zip of blue electricity flick around it at the ready. 

“We going?” Raph checked. “To the lair?” 

You looked at Donnie. 

Donnie’s eyes were trained on the thing Raph was holding. 

“Let me just pee first.” You bumped the couch as you stood. 

You felt Raph smile as you passed him. “How far along are you?” 

“Six months!” 

“What?!” You left Raph gaping. 

You heard your husband tell him something and Raph continued on with astonished questions. 

You emptied your bladder fast, cleaned up, and all but jogged back over. “Ready!” 

“You good?” Raph asked Donnie. 

“Let’s get this over with.” Donnie relented. 

Raph dropped the pin and a blue portal exploded up from it the moment it hit the floor. 

It looked very much like Leo’s. Only said turtle man was not impatiently waiting on the other side. That was the lair and you felt a foreboding in going. You had never really had much of a positive experience with the place, but this would be one of the first times you would be going there on some semblance of your own terms. There was the pressing need to go to keep your baby safe, but you bet if you changed your mind, you and Donnie could navigate some alternative solution.

Though that might involve the Hidden City. 

More fear cropped up.  

Your hesitancy pulled your partner. 

He dipped his beak into the side of your head. “Problem? I have doubts regarding this new portal method.” 

“Not really…” You told him and felt some truth there. “Not the portal. We’ve done a ton of those and I doubt this is different. It’s just… going there. I was preparing mentally.”

“Same.” Raph flanked you with an exhausted expression pulling his cheeks. 

“Any warnings?” You asked. 

“None that you don’t already know.” Raph shook himself out. “Dad might be intense. Like I said, he’s been talking about grandchildren since we were kids.” 

“They wouldn’t be his.” Donnie spoke testily. 

“You know how he sees it.” Raph shot him a look before he dipped down through the portal. 

Donnie frowned deeply and followed after. He sent you one last look before he disappeared through the ring. His head then immediately re-appeared to give you the safe go ahead. He led you through and tucked you in close to his side as soon as you made it. Affirmations were cuddled close as your husband reviewed yours and the baby’s well beings. Raph reached back through the disc and grabbed the stud. There must have been some kind of time limit because he yanked fast through the other side as if burned and waved his hand off the supposed heat before the portal disappeared. 

You tilted your head. 

“Portal chopping is real.” He spoke to you in a haunt and reclipped the stud to his jacket. “Let’s find everyone. Roll call! Who’s home!?!” 

Donnie went to straightened attention, but kept his arms protectively around you. 

You observed the room you were in. It was the one you had long dubbed the portal room. It still had some white board slapped onto one wall, but it was curiously clean. The space itself was usually sparse and Raph wandered to one side as he listened. 

You heard Mikey stutter something unintelligible out from down below. 

“This way.” Raph scooped his arm for you to follow. 

You moved after him with Donnie glued to your hip. 

You descended the stairwells to where the train cars were and you watched Mikey stumble sideways with several enormous white cardboard boxes stacked up in his arms. 

“What.” Raph stared out. “Mikey!” 

“Help me so I don’t drop ‘em!” Said man quaked. 

Raph shot forward and hoisted a few of the boxes up like they weren’t unwieldy. “What are you doing with Leo’s comics?!” 

“Nothing!” Mikey shouted immediately and with a staunch expression. 

“Nothing? Yeah, right!” Raph snorted hot air straight into Mikey’s face. 

“I wasn’t doing anything, right-?!” The younger turned to garner support from you and stopped. “Donnie… Y/N…” 

“What did you call me?” Donnie seethed. 

“You’re…” Mikey’s eyes were glued on your stomach. 

“Did you put him up to that?!” Donnie demanded from Raph. “Sharing hypocorism as if your familiarity is shared amongst you as well!?” 

“Obviously not! I don’t even know what hyno-crism is! I didn’t do anything! How could I!? It’s Mikey!” Raph squared his stance. 

“You’re…” Mikey didn’t look away as he set the long box down. 

“Two slipped tongues in one day!? Unlikely coincidence!” Donnie hissed. 

“You think I can control him!? Mikey!?” Raph waved his boxes around to point. 

Mikey hobbled forward a few steps. 

Donnie sensed the movement and darted away toward you on instinct.

Mikey slipped out of existence and Donnie outright snarled. 

He rounded you as best he could, but there wasn’t enough of him to conceal you. 

Mikey appeared in a blind spot and whisked you, squeaking, straight off your feet. “You’re pregnant!!!” 

Before your stomach could settle, Donnie plucked you from Mikey and sent the smaller turtle flying in one fluid jump and kick. 

Raph dropped his boxes and caught his brother like a pop fly and you were set on the ground with Donnie’s arms around you like a cape. 

Your husband spat like a cat. “Don’t. Touch. Don’t. Think. Stay. Away.” 

Mikey flailed happily in Raph’s arms. “Pregnant! Raph! Did you see!? A little baby! They’re going to have a baby!” 

“We definitely dropped you on your head too much when you were little.” Raph turned Mikey over to look at him. 

Mikey was giggling and stopped only to pop out a, “What?” 

“Nothing.” Raph set him down. “You’ll never have any self awareness.” 

“What’s that?” Mikey teased with a wink. 

Raph rolled his eyes. “They’re here for a reason.” 

“To tell us about the baby!” Mikey mooned. “Tell me everything except how! When are they due!? How far along are you!? Are you happy?! You look amazing!” 

You chuckled and patted your mate’s arm. “That’s not exactly why.” 

“A reason!” Raph made a fist and softly conked the top of Mikey’s head. 

“This is a reason! We’re planning a baby shower, right?! You’re going to ask us to be godparents?! Pick me over Raph, I’m the obvious and not spiky choice!” Mikey flew through moods. 

“H-hey!” Raph looked insulted. “I’m not that… I could do it… I’m gentle. I’m the gentle giant! That’s Raph in the dictionary definition!” 

“He only knocks over displays with his tail because he wants to!” Mikey cackled. 

“Neither of you-” Donnie panted out rage.

“Okay.” You squeezed his face beside yours. “Mikey.” 

Said man perked up. 

“I’m due in maybe 2 months. Mutant baby mixes don’t exactly have known gestation times. I’m 25 weeks and Coral and Hypno are currently in the top running for those positions.” 

“Hypno!?” Mikey squawked. 

“Hypno-Potamus!?” Raph bellowed. “He knows?!” 

“Uh…” Your hands loosened on Donnie. 

“You told Hypno before me!?” Raph looked right at Donnie. 

“You did… tell him…” You squeaked out as you turned to look at your husband. 

Some of his anger had abated and he returned Raph’s criticism with a wary gaze. “I would have preferred to not tell any of you.” 

Raph twitched. 

The silence suffocated the space until Mikey broke it to say, “Not cool.” 

“What do you expect…?” Donnie turned away.

“You to be nice to him when he’s been nothing but good to you!” Mikey huffed. 

“You expect-!” Donnie finally lifted to his true height, but stayed pressed to you. “Do you see to whom you speak!?” 

Mikey growled to himself before he slapped his hands to his eyes. “I don’t want to do this!” 

Everyone else stood firm. 

“There’s a baby!” Mikey threw his limbs out in demonstration. “This is a time for celebration. No stupid fighting.” 

Donnie’s throat choked on irritation. 

Raph rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Baby!” Mikey snapped at his brother before being far more careful in a second approach. 

Donnie stiffened. 

“I’m taking their hands.” Mikey told him before holding out his in offer. 

You placed your fingers into his palms. 

He squeezed gently. “I’m so, so happy for you.” 

“Thank you.” You told him for several things at this point. 

“How about the baby shower? Is there space there?” Mikey tried. 

“Coral has been looking for a caterer…” You offered. 

“I’m your turtle!” Mikey lit up. “Give me her number! I meant to get it before!” 

“I’ll ask her first, no offense.” 

“Yeah, whatever. Boundaries!” He chuckled. “Let’s go to the kitchen! I don’t have samples, but I can show you some cake molds I have! How on the nose would turtle cupcakes be…!?” 

Mikey rounded you and pulled gently with flicking eyes to Donnie for permission. 

You could tell Donnie was holding back for Raph this time, but signaled Mikey to go ahead. 

Your partner didn’t leave you and walked on your other side to avoid a certain larger turtle who trailed in the background. 

“Do you have colors picked out yet?” Mikey told you on the stairs. 

“We’re thinking purple.” 

“What shade?” Mikey held no judgement. 

“That, we’re not sure. There’s so many.” 

“Such is art, baby!” Mikey chirped and paused. “Baby! So cute! You know what? I’ve decided I dodged a bullet on godparent duties. Uncle duties are way better. That’s my nibling when they’re cute, but not when they’re gross. I will not change a diaper; don’t ask me to babysit!” 

“Fair enough.” You laughed. 

The air that followed you was stagnant. 

You knew you needed to push the ninpo question, but it felt impossible with Raph and Donnie no longer on speaking terms. Their intensity followed you into the kitchen where both men stood as far apart as possible. Mikey was predictably immune to the bad aura and went on his merry path in showing you all manner of cookware. He had his phone out to illustrate projects he had done in the past from what looked like a cooking website. It had a posh design and you could only gawk at as he sped along. 

“Oh good, you’re in here.” Splinter’s voice drifted in from the doorway. “Orange, I am ready to try that Pouchong tea you have been nagging me about.” 

Donnie stumbled forward to catch up to you. 

You barely looked at him when Splinter emerged and was perfectly positioned so he had a clear view of you. 

His eyes widened out from beneath his brows and he blinked a few times. 

He then shot his head to the side and waved a dismissive hand in front of his face. “Never ask such a question.” 

He was the first. 

He was the first person to give you even an ounce of decency. 

He was the first to not stare. 

He was the first to not assume. 

It tugged your heart to have that amongst everything else that was happening and you blurted out, “I’m pregnant!” 

Splinter’s shoulders pinched. 

He swallowed thickly. 

He was slow, creaky, as he turned to look at you with eyes shined up to a sparkle. 

“We’re here to ask you something!” You shouted again as you were further compelled. 

“Me…?” Splinter’s voice was small and his hand found the side of a cabinet for stability. 

“Yeah…” You deflated and felt Donnie press into your side. “You.” 

“I-!” Splinter caught his excitement by the throat. “Pardon me! Congratulations are in order!” 

He hopped up onto the counter to be at your eye level. 

“I am so happy for you! This is a momentous occasion! I-I have tea! Birthing tea, yes! You must have come for that! Orange, you told them of the family tea, yes?!” 

“The wha…?” Mikey slurred. 

“Are those cake pans?!” Splinter seethed at his dumbfounded son. “No sweets! It’s too cold! The baby must be warm! You are keeping him warm, aren’t you?” 

“Cold…?” It was your turn to wonder as he looked over you. 

“Yes, cold! You should have a sweater! I can get you one! I have a very flurry one that my sons gave me!” 

“A robe, dad.” Mikey tried to interject. 

“It is too big! Too soft! Perfect for you! Let me-!” 

You reached out and touched his arm before he could leave. 

“Y/N…?” He looked up to you. 

“Did… you say… ‘him?’” 

Splinter’s ears flicked. “Yes. You’re having a boy.” 

You felt Donnie startle as much as you. 

“You can tell by roundness…” Splinter went on. “Or… that is what I was told once. You are very round. Must be a boy.” 

You laughed out something wet. 

Splinter bobbed to take your hand. “Should I not have…?” 

“No… No…” You wiped your eyes. “I thought maybe you knew for sure. We don’t know yet. Um, there’s a shell or… some shell. That’s probably why I’m so round…” 

“It has a shell…?” Splinter unmistakably looked to Donnie with hope. 

“Y/N refers to an egg shell. Part of which has developed.” Donnie clarified. 

Every head minus your husband’s shot to you. 

Your eyelids fluttered. “It’s weird. Just… don’t…” 

A unanimous agreement was made to let it go. 

 “In addition… to a carapace…” Donnie suddenly continued. 

You leaned into him. 

“That is very good. Congratulations… to you… both.” Splinter tried. 

Donnie gave a curt nod. 

“This tea… Um… All these traditions or… whatever you’re talking about. I want to hear them, but there’s actually something else we need.” 

“Yes?” Splinter looked ready. 

“About… Hamato ninpo…” 

Raph made a small noise as if he remembered that was the point. 

“Our family’s power?” Splinter pressed. 

“So… Um… Donnie and I are…” You squirmed a little before showing Splinter your ring. “We’re bonded and we don’t know…” 

Splinter took your hand. “Mystic rings.” 

“Yeah…” 

“They bind essence…” Splinter seemed to be recalling something before he stopped. “Oh…” 

“What?!” Donnie curled around you. 

“That is…” Splinter looked troubled. 

“Hey!” Donnie snarled. 

Splinter looked straight at him and your husband was immediately disarmed by the severity. “We need to commune with the ancestors.” 

Mikey popped to attention. “We’re gonna talk to gram-gram!?” 

“Just like that?!” Raph complained and shot forward. “We don’t have the scrolls! The last time we did it-!” 

“It’s fine!” Mikey waved and followed as Splinter jumped off the counter and started to head somewhere with purpose. “I got it!” 

You fell in line with Donnie in tow. 

“No, one of you always ends up bedridden!” Raph chased after. 

“It is one question.” Splinter was determined. 

You were led back to the portal room. 

Splinter grabbed a marker from the board and used it to draw some kind of circular pattern on the floor. 

Once one quadrant was completed, Mikey plopped down into it with crossed legs. 

Raph expertly danced around the lines as he chased his father. “Dad, listen! How does this work?” 

“We have five.” Splinter said simply. 

“Donnie’s not totally connected! You know that!” 

“It will work.” 

“Dad!” 

“It will work!” Splinter stopped long enough to look Raph in the eye. 

Raph shook with a protest that he didn’t voice. 

Mikey pulled out his phone and started tapping on it. 

Donnie eyed the growing patterns on the ground with equally growing concern. 

“You should step away…” Donnie spoke to you. 

Splinter responded. “No, Y/N stays.” 

“You do not-” Donnie hissed. 

“Y/N is your tether.” Splinter finished off a pattern that held four outer circles connected to one in the middle and switched over to scrawling out some sort of language in between the lines. 

He wrote faster and faster. 

“Your reason for unlocking your power.” 

He dotted off mark after mark. 

“Your family.” 

He finished and stood amongst an intricate design. 

Donnie both held you for strength and as a shield. 

You could only return the support through your bond. 

“Your place…” Splinter offered Donnie one of the outer circles. 

Donnie refused. 

“It’s here.” Splinter told him again before walking to the center. “Raphael.” 

Raph took his corner with obvious reluctance. 

“We do this for the baby.” Splinter told him. 

Raph still didn’t agree, but sat in his spot for obvious greater good. 

Splinter took on a meditative pose. 

Nothing had changed, but it felt like there was a growing energy to the room. 

“Are these my comics!?” Leo’s voice boomed. 

Splinter was unfazed. 

Raph shot Mikey a look. 

Mikey scrambled to match Splinter’s pose. 

There was obvious stomping up the stairs. “My comics! My rare, protected, bagged and boarded, Jupiter Jim legacy collection, meticulously kept and, for some reason, sitting out in the middle of a walkway!!” 

Leo appeared in a storm cloud. 

“One of them was on its side, have you no shame!?!” 

His arms were up in clawing horror and they fell at the sight of the room. 

“What… are you doing…?” 

“Take your spot, blue.” Splinter demanded. 

“Take my…?” Leo’s eye wandered the scrawled curves to you. “Y/N.” 

Donnie covered up your bump. 

“Donatello.” Leo’s words dripped characteristic venom. 

“Leonardo.” Donnie matched the candor. 

“I’m gonna assume comic theft is beneath you somehow?” Leo popped a hip out. 

You felt Donnie flick his eyes to Mikey. 

“Hey!” Mikey shouted before slamming his eyes shut to continue his meditative ruse. 

“Your ass is grass, amigo.” Leo pointed to his little brother before walking straight across the lines to his father. “Dad.” 

“We will ask the ancestors a question.” 

“Dad!” 

“One question.” Splinter finally looked at someone and it was Leo. 

“Dad… You know what that does. What could be so important, with him, that this is necessary? So his power’s busted, so what?!” Leo chuffed. 

“Leo…” Splinter pressed before gesturing to you. 

“What? Is there something I’m supposed to-?” Leo started by lazily looking toward you. 

Donnie tried to cover up more of you. 

Leo finally saw you. 

He moved forward a few steps. 

Without care for the lines. 

Donnie rumbled with a tea kettle’s warning and the first of stovetop clicks. 

“Move your arms.” Leo said simply as he was trained on your midsection. 

“Stop!” Donnie barked. 

“Drop ‘em.” Leo stalked forward. 

“Donnie…” You tried. 

“I said move.” Leo blinked blue light. 

“Leo!” You yelled.

“Let me see.” Leo was glowing when he stopped just a few feet shy of you. 

You heard a single gun cock. 

Mikey and Raph shot to readied positions. 

Leo crossed his eyes to look at the purple gun floating in front of his face. “Cute.” 

“Boys!” Splinter’s voice boomed. 

“You’ll just look!?” You demanded. 

“Sure.” Leo spoke a little too dismissively. 

Donnie squeezed you tighter. 

“Leo.” You mustered as much authority as you could. 

“Yes.” He barely relented. “I’ll just look.” 

He showed his arms for good measure and his fingers weren’t crossed. 

“Donnie, let go.” You told your partner. 

He inhaled to complain. 

“Just for a second. I don’t want you to leave me. Just long enough to show him. Leave the gun.” 

Donnie’s nostrils rattled on the exhale. 

Leo cocked a brow through his mask. 

A tense moment ticked by. 

Donnie’s arms lowered in a sweep like parting curtains. 

He pulled your top in the process and revealed your pregnant belly. 

Leo only looked at it with lowered lids and a single nod before he turned heel. 

Donnie wrapped you back up. 

Leo sat in one of the circles and shut down in his spot. 

You didn’t know what to make of that, but you felt dismay. 

Donnie nuzzled the side of your head in spite of everything. 

“Donatello…?” Splinter asked with the softest voice. 

“Just long enough.” You reassured him. 

He couldn’t bear letting you go and trailed with you to the one empty circle. 

Raph and Mikey shared glances as they got back into position.  

Leo didn’t move again. 

“Y/N will be safe?” Donnie asked as he neared his line. 

“Perfectly.” Splinter spoke. “Outside the ritual they will only see us connect. I’m told there is light.” 

Donnie held you one last time before he removed himself like it was unanesthetized surgery. With torn ligaments he made it into his circle and stood stoic. Nothing came for him or his body, so he eventually moved to sit. He chose to kneel, a prayer for the knowledge he hoped to gain, and with it Splinter gave a loud exhale. 

That energy built back up in the room and you saw Splinter’s ninpo for the first time. 

It was faint wisps of white that drifted off his fur.  

Mikey connected next with a joyful zip of orange. 

Raph was third with a solid support of red. 

Leo’s energy flicked with agitation as the fourth. 

They stood charged up and your husband just sat there. 

He watched the others with those hues dancing in his eyes, but not his own shade. 

He looked abysmally over the process. 

You could feel him giving up. 

Closing yet another door to this strange power. 

Shutting himself off from the rest of them. 

Something he had long done out of necessity. 

You took a few steps toward him. 

He gave you pure fear in return.

You minded the circle with your feet, but reached over it to touch your husband’s shoulder. 

You sent him nothing but love and understanding. 

It washed over him through his bond. 

It took a few tepid minutes of him drowning in it before he almost smiled. 

You felt it then. 

A new current. 

That beating power in his chest that you had once avoided. 

It pulsed large and you felt yourself forced back. 

You saw, but didn’t see your mate blink confusion after you. 

The moment you were out of the circle’s bound you actually saw him. 

White light poured out of his eyes like he had his villain mask on. His teeth were clenched in apparent pain, but you felt none of the usual signs from your bond. You could barely sense him at all. 

He was gone to you. 

Lost in some other power and his head threw back in fighting resistance. 

Something flickered in front of him. 

You squinted at it through the high beams. 

It looked like some sort of sigil. 

It had five slices in it, all with their own dots. 

One of which was blinking in and out. 

Light sparked in the written runes. 

Your gaze stumbled as it seemingly read them off. 

Each connected phrase triggered a quadrant and in the same order they connected, they lit up. 

Splinter. 

Mikey.

Raph.

Leo. 

The leading lights headed straight for Donnie and he yelled out as if his flesh was torn. 

“Donnie!” You shouted, but held yourself back. 

The final sigil slice filled in and your husband went slack. 

They all did.

You fretted back and forth at their limp forms. 

You reminded yourself you were safe outside the circles. 

You approached them anyway. 

You toed the line. 

You sought your ring. 

It pushed back. 

Your shoe clipped the line and, in a blink, you saw dozens of greenish hooded figures. 

You stumbled away. 

Your baby leapt. 

When it landed you felt your organs kicked and you choked out a wheeze. 

Your knees wobble and you bumped into the wall while holding your belly. 

There was no further feeling outside the norm and you sat there for a few agonizing seconds before the energy sucked clean out of the room. 

Everyone awoke in different stages. 

Splinter’s eyes opened. 

Mikey blew out a held breath. 

Raph shivered. 

Leo’s head bowed. 

Donnie was their contrast and wheezed while tearing at his chest. 

He scuffed the circle lines out and you took that as cue that you could break them as well. 

You joined your mate and held him as he clawed at his plastron. 

You didn’t impede him and only draped safely over his back.

“We’re… okay… All of us…!” You heard Raph pat himself down. “Guys!” 

Mikey was checking his own limbs. “Weird… I don’t feel like passing out…” 

Splinter nodded to himself. 

A drip of drool hung out as Donnie’s maw gaped. “This is fine!? This!? You call this a success!?” 

“It worked.” Splinter confirmed. 

“That was working!? That was coercion! A trick!! You fiend! You knew!!! You had to have known!!” 

“Donnie, what-!?” You tried. 

“It supersedes!” Donnie turned on you. “Ninpo is a higher connection! It trumps the others! ‘You are not alone.’ I was always-!” 

You held him and he curled into you. 

You knew he couldn’t say more and looked out to the others. 

Leo stood in one fluid movement and left. 

You stared after him. 

“Your bond will not be a problem…” Splinter translated softly. “Your baby may continue our lineage if taught our ways. It is always there, but a choice. You choose… your family. Choose to be part of something greater. To believe in more than just your power. It is a mature choice.” 

You checked on Donnie. 

“Ghosts. Ghosts! Incorporeal beings…” He choked out. “Apologized… to me… Before anyone else…!” 

You saw Splinter move with regret in the corner of your eye. “I did not know…” 

“None of us did…” Raph added. 

“Donatello…” Mikey tried.

“No.” Donnie didn’t turn from you. “No more. Not today. We got what was necessary. We leave.” 

You nodded into him. 

He squeezed his eyes dry. 

A portal appeared near you. 

You glanced at where Leo had gone, but didn’t see him. 

“Take your leave, but…” One of Splinter’s hands reached out. 

“We’ll talk.” You told him. 

Donnie shook his head and together you rose. 

“We’ll talk.” You also glanced at Raph. 

Raph rubbed his arm.  Leaning on one another, you slipped through the portal and back home.

💜 NEXT 💜

As we enter the liminal space between Christmas and New Years, I still devote my time to my darling betas @tmntxthings and @unrestrainedhotsoup

[honeylief]

Hey, sharing my first one shot of Raph x Emmy! They're also on my A03 I recently got an account for! Feel free to leave any thoughts on them and my writing, thank you <33

For a Slice of Cake by Honey_Lief - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) https://archiveofourown.org/works/60323023 via @ao3org

For a Slice of Cake

The day had been long in the tooth and the two finally aligned in time together with a whole weekend to look forward to. Superhero movie marathon. Pantry full of snacks. Chinese takeout leftovers for dinnertime. Nighttime reading for lightweight and heavyweight divisions. It felt good to have an apartment space meant for couples only fun. Very vanilla. Very routine.

Nothing ever stayed truly routine with these two however.

"Raph, you know I can't handle it when you use the tickle jitsu! Get away from me!"

Emmy tried to make a break for the next room over, only to be yoinked off her feet by her bigger turtle partner. She had her favorite camisole on and sports shorts for maximum flexibility. They weren't much help in escaping her current situation.

Raph playfully pulled her into a one armed grip, his free arm ready to 'attack' her weak points. He had his usual fit on except the ninja wraps. Didn't need them for this slippery target. "How dare you inhale that cake slice like a savage, you miscreant."

Emmy struggled and squirmed like a cat. "Not my fault you're being extra soft and slow on my account. I love when you wait on me like a gentleman, but it makes for fun getting away with anything around you."

At that remark, Raph lifted Emmy over his shoulder in one quick swoop. No amount of hitting and kicking by her fazed him, he'd have a cut on his lip by now if she really wanted to hurt him. With girlfriend secured, he moved her and himself over to their massive couch. This was a heavy investment piece, with enough space and support made for mutant alligator snappers who could pass out anytime of the day.

Raph plopped her on his lap, arms secured around her torso for further grilling. "Well we're not going anywhere until I know for sure it’s all gone. What’re you gonna do about that?"

Emmy fluttered her eyes up at him. "Maybe I still got cake frosting on me if you're lucky. You got the better angle tho to check if I'm really clean."

Big red turtle man keened down on her, his exaggerated fake scowl slowly forming into a cheeky grin. "Raph's gonna mess you up for that talk."

Emmy shuddered as he started cuddling her up. Raph made good on his word and also started playfully poking her to get her giggling. Nothing and nowhere risque, he just really enjoyed her bubbly laughter. How she buried into his chest when she tried to muffle her occasional cackling outbursts. It did help that she gave him a whole cheat sheet, and as they did this more frequently, Emmy was constantly thinking up new strategies so he wasn't having too easy a time figuring her out.

Raph’s usual mode of 'friendly soft giant' was always nice, but she's head over heels for him when he’s a little less restrained in all that he does for her. He had of course voiced wanting to sometimes act on raw muscle, to which Emmy assured him in kind she's a tough cookie who can handle it and like it a little rough.

She can be affectionately rough like him right now.

Would this be an intrusive thought though? She had to know he'd feel it.

**CHOMP**

Raph's eyes flew open to see Emmy really sinking her teeth in on his snout. This feeling wasn't new, but damn she really had been full of little surprises since they started being together. And positively crazier now that they have their own crib.

She didn’t seem to pick up he'd caught onto her literally smitten on him.

"You're biting me?"

Emmy's eyes opened at his question. She regarded him in a state of confusion before the slow realization hit and she let him go slowly. "Haha, oops, when did that happen?"

Raph let her go entirely as he patted a hand over his snout. "You really bit me!"

Emmy put a hand to her mouth. "I didn't draw blood, did I?"

Raph didn’t feel broken skin or anything like it under his fingers. The initial tingle was already gone, but something about that sneak attack still seemed to stick.

"Don't think so. But mind telling me what that was about?"

Emmy averted her eyes as she fidgeted her mask tails. "I don't know. Maybe I read this as a thing turtle partners do with each other."

She continued to fidget as she flustered for the right words. "I thought since we do these clockwork couch cuddles, maybe you would like something with more teeth to it. I really wanna match how much you already give me every time. Adding more to that face value."

Raph's done his share of quick turtle courtship reading and his eyes lit up piecing it together. "Y'mean like the face tapping?"

"Uhm yeah, that." Emmy trailed off before half-heartedly laughing. "Sorry, is the biting… too weird for you?"

Raph seemed to ponder on it, and Emmy felt herself wilting on the spot. Was that stare he was giving her a good or a bad one?

"Now you got me thinking how I wanna try it on you."

Emmy stopped fidgeting. She had half expected this answer, but she hadn’t expected how straightforward he was about wanting to try. "Wait, really?"

Raph shrugged. "I mean, between the four of us knucklehead brothers, I lost count how many times we bit each other over anything. Dad had to carry a newspaper or swatter so we'd let go. Just never thought to try it on someone who ain't family, and not that way."

That way. Emmy's face rapidly turned red at the scenarios in her head, and Raph hastily amended extra assurance with shaking arm motions.

"If you're okay with it first of course!"

"Oh. Ohhhh," Emmy struggled on followup. "U-Um, Raph, know that I do trust you with my life, you have a winning smile 24/7, you're the best at kissing me head to toe. I would be lying tho if I wasn't a little nervous about bites from you. And uh…"

Raph didn’t look away as he intently hung to her every word. "I’m listening."

"I really am sorry I sprung that on you," Emmy blushed as she tucked in on herself. "I wanted to be grand about giving back as much as you give me. I still sometimes feel I'm all take and no give with you, even with all the tricks I pull. I can't swing you around the way you’re always doing it with me. I'm never enough in my head."

It was all Raph could do to hug her on the spot, but maybe Emmy needed to be held differently here. She was so so much more than her size, physical or other.

He reached for her hands. "You’re enough for me. Maybe it would be nice for Raph to be held or carried in bigger arms, sure." He proceeded to lean over so their heads touched. "But then I know I’d have to give up how we butt heads like this, the eyes and small hands that see/take care of little scratches on my back, a shell size just right for my head to rest on. I wouldn’t trade those away for anything."

He gave her hands a firm squeeze. "You being in Raph's life like this? All the biggest experience he could ever want. All you gotta know. You’ll always be enough, bonita."

His girlfriend snickered at the left field pet name. "You've secretly been word training!"

Raph smirked. "That’s what you get loving a ninja turtle who's stupid dedicated to any training."

Emmy visibly relaxed at his word play and found her smile again. "Yeah, okay. I’m down for it now. But can we start small?"

"Absolutely," Raph guided her hands so they cupped his face. "Wanna give me a dental once over first?"

Emmy giggled as she did a quick glance over of him, Raph’s head completely rested in her hands. She idly rubbed her thumbs on him as he slowly bared his teeth. He really did take immaculate care of his pearly whites since he was finally off the corrective braces. Emmy and him both were so glad he got to keep his signature snaggletooth look. Up close, it was hard to believe his set of intimidating chompers was capable of saying the sweetest things and mostly free of meanness.

"Looking and smelling like minty fresh breeze to me, big fella."

Raph shut his lid. He looked quite pleased with himself. "Thank you, I try."

Emmy squished his cheeks together. "I bet you a dollar you're more excited about this than I am."

His smile only got wider and toothier at her assumption. "How would you like to be treated, my queen?"

Raph’s eyes didn’t leave her, and he also didn’t move as Emmy had him wait. Her hands eventually pulled away from his loosened grip. She laid down on the sofa, with only her head propped up against an arm rest. Her thighs and arms folded towards herself. She looked back up at him before making both a face and a noise that can only be described as impish–and inviting.

"Come here and mess me up, 'good boy'."

At 'good boy', Raph felt electric. He silently shifted to loom over Emmy topside, right where he wanted her. She looked beyond cute at this angle under him.

"This is entirely your fault for being so dang sweet and saucy, by the way. Close your pretty eyes for Raph."

Emmy did just that, breathing in deep and sinking into the sofa as though she was in a bathtub. His breath felt warm, but also cooling from the lingering menthol. She could feel his scraggly chin dig into the crook of her neck as he sniffed her down. His usual musk of ‘happy’ took hold of her senses. It was a strong earthy smell every time he leaned in this close.

With this new angle to his maw, Emmy could take in the hesitant, cool tongue licks against her skin. She could feel the edge of his snaggletooth glide over her face, a mix of delicate strokes and gentle pressure. It never ceased to amaze her how much deliberate self control he had, his size never a hindrance to his movements. In and out with precision. Ebb and flow that kept her guessing. Completely valid application of master ninja techniques.

Emmy wasn't completely lost at the moment though. She opened one eye to see how much he was enjoying this. Raph once again made off with an idea she got them both into and doing all the work. His scent made it hard to think straight.

"Nnngh, Raphael."

Raph gradually intensified the earlier motions. Hungry. Famished. Emmy quietly grasping for his proper name only goaded him on to keep on giving. Make sure every inch of her face was lovingly caressed the best way his chops could appreciate. She was her own tier of plush softness unlike anything else. Silky smooth cheeks, a ticklish chin, familiar lips that tasted so jazzy fresh without fail.

Maybe he'll save that for last? It was too much fun riling Emmy up now.

Emmy was stiff as a board while Raph nuzzled and nipped. Every time she tried to bite her lower lip, she could feel Raph tug back at it, stopping short of kissing her outright. The nerve. His licks were brief, but eager like a puppy's. And that tongue, he did not disappoint flexing it physically as much as he did with words only meant for her ears. Oh gods. Emmy won't hear the end of it if Raph starts calling her his squeaky toy after this play biting experiment was over.

She wanted so badly to give back as he was giving now. Her hands wanted to cradle his head again. Or arms to loop around his neck. She had to give back now. Reach out. But she was stopped in her tracks when she felt one wrist restrained. Raph also paused his ministrations.

Emmy dared a peek to see her turtle man so focused on her. He looked very determined. She felt her cheeks heating up at his stupidly steely gaze.

"Safe word?"

"No, but–"

"Then let Raph finish."

"Raphael–"

His mouth fell on hers to shut her up and immediately Emmy saw stars with the sudden tongue-to-tongue contact. Both of them sunk completely into the couch. Both her hands were also now pinned under Raph's. Their fingers intertwined in short order. She could really take in the minty mouthwash he was on when he's in this deep. He pressed forward and maintained his pace, his bigger tongue doing all the swirling and savoring movements. Her whole body trembled from all the sensations, and it took a bit of time to compose the big thoughts.

He was her everything right here and now. Or she was everything to him? It made her heart race and belly flutter in butterflies at both thoughts.

If he wasn't gonna let her touch, she's gonna make this kiss something he won't soon forget in other ways. She had to. But how to without her hands?

Raph eventually pulled away without warning and it sent Emmy reeling on the exit. His mouth didn’t really leave her for long however, as she soon realized.

He went back in with renewed determination, alternating between the teeth grazing, small kisses and nibbles all over her pretty face. Her exposed neck and shoulders were lovingly attended to in the same manner. He felt Emmy go a little limp at his hurried onslaught. She'd completely given up on form, reduced to making small tickled noises or slurred, churring words on how good he was doing. How he was too good to her. How he was always, always a good boy.

One last affectionate nibble to her cute snoot, and Raph returned Em's earlier gesture in full. And a parting gift of a smooch on the same spot for good measure. He let her wrists go, slowly withdrew back to give her breathing space and looked down on her.

She looked like a deer in headlights, blinking dazed and mouth a little hung open.

Despite his work and all the positive affirmation earlier, he needed to hear her feedback loud and clear. "So, how'd I do?"

Emmy was still dazzled in place taking in the last five minutes of everything. "I am never taking your smiles for me for granted ever again."

Raph beamed, even as Emmy got her senses back, crossed her arms and gave him a puffed up pout. "But you didn’t let me bite back either, you monster."

"Cake theft."

Emmy had completely forgotten about her earlier transgression. "Okay, fair."

Raph eventually helped her up so they were both sitting facing each other. "Were you scared at all through it?"

Emmy replayed the moments in her head. "A little, but some fear made it fun. You wanna go back for seconds and take a bigger bite of me right now?"

Raph's face immediately scrunched funny. Conflicted, nervous and redder all at once. "I–"

"Just teasing!" Emmy cheekily stuck her tongue out and pressed a finger to his lips. "We'll train up to that level like always. I promise neither of us are gonna hurt bad with practice. And I know you’re all about serious training, my king."

Raph’s earlier doubts instantly vanished at her assured words. Emmy quickly scooted up and planted a kiss to his cheek. "To my amazing and wonderfully talented boyfriend. I’ll be better about the intimate warnings." He churred at her show of affection. "Mmm. Sounds good to me."

It felt bizarre to be grounded again after what just happened. It took a bit, sorting out all the thoughts, but Raph finally remembered what started it all.

"Thank you for being you, Em. Forget the bet, but I really am hungry for sweets."

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 3: Housebreaking

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Raph held onto his brother for half of the drive home before Mikey finally broke free and started scuttling about the tank, sniffing everything and nibbling on the edges of the console in curiosity.

"Hey! Hey now, no — bad Angelo, bad!" Donnie scolds, his shell concocting a mechanical arm with a spray bottle and squirting at Mikey.

He hisses at the water, scrambling away and crawling under Raph's chair with a low growl.

"I don't think he likes that, Don," Raph mumbles.

"Well, I don't like him trying to eat my baby," Donnie rebuts, gently cleaning the console and even giving it a kiss for good measure.

"What happened to him?" Leo asks, his voice soft and weak as he glances back at the youngest Hamato, still scrunched up under the eldest's chair, his eyes glowing and reflecting the light around him like a wild dog's.

"I... I don't know," Raph whines. "I didn't even recognize him at first."

Raphael hears Mikey make a sad whimper at that admission. Raph lowers his hand down, and Mikey rubs his face against his knuckles. Leo sets the tank to autopilot and walks over to look at Mikey.

He kneels down slowly, crouching on all fours to get a better look at him. Mikey slinks back slowly before recognition crosses over his face, and he gives his older brother a mild smile.

His tiny sharp teeth glint in the light, causing Leo to lean away and Raph to retract his hand. Mikey stops smiling.

"Oh, Miguel, what did they do to you?" Leo whispers, slowly reaching forwards to cup his face.

Mikey purrs at the touch, leaning into it. Leo tries to coax him out, gently tugging his face ever so slowly. Mikey attempts to retract at first, but eventually relents and allows the leader to softly pull his face out into the light for a better inspection.

Mikey's face is covered in scars, scrapes, scratches. His skin is no longer cerulean green, but a much darker, deeper shade of forest green. It contrasts sharply against the bright yellow spots that now cover his face, spotted across his cheeks and eyes, speckling all along his arms and legs. His hands and feet are now claws, and Leo wonders if Mikey can still draw or cook or dance with them. They are sharp, and small red bloodstains are underneath the dirty fingernails.

Leo swallows nervously.

Mikey chirps at him, trying to be positive. At least one thing is still the same...

Leo smiles, and brings him closer for a hug. Mikey sniffs Leo's shoulders and arms before attempting something similar to a hug. His arms drape over him, his tail wraps around Leo and curls over his toes on the opposite side. His tail had barely been more than two or three inches long before, now it must be two or three feet...

Mikey chirrs at him again, attempting to communicate.

"Are... are you trying to talk, bud?" Leo asks, pulling away just enough to get a proper look at Mikey’s expression.

Mikey's face scrunches up as he forces noises from his throat. Soft growls, low groans, grumbles and moans as he attempts to get his vocal chords to work properly again.

Tears start forming in his eyes, frustration bubbling up. His tail whips around in anger, slashing against the console and creating a small gash in the metal.

"Whoah, hey!" Leo says, grabbing Mikey's dotted and spotted arm.

Mikey stares at him in shock and fear.

He can't do it.

He can't get the words out anymore.

His eyes communicate basic emotions. Fear. Panic. Desperation. Utter grief.

"We'll figure it out, bud," Leo promises, rubbing Mikey's arm. "I promise."

Mikey blinks at him.

He tries to smile again. Without showing his teeth.

"Donnie," Leo calls. His twin is trying to fix the gash in the metal. "Goggles?"

Donatello pauses from his repairs and turns to Mikey, flicking his goggles down and inspecting his transformation.

Mikey flinches suddenly, whimpering as Dee starts inspecting him all over. Donnie grabs his arm and lifts it up to scan it, but Mikey starts struggling against him, crying like a little child. His eyes swap between Leo and Raph, begging one of them to help. He opens his mouth and moans at them, trying desperately to speak, say something. All he can manage is croaks and whines.

"Ah, ah...! Ah! Ah! Mmnghh! Ah!"

"Mikey, what's wrong?" Raph asks, worried.

"I'm assuming he doesn't like me poking around him," Donnie suggests. "I'm guessing it has something to do with whoever did this to him."

"What?" Leo asks, his voice cracking. "W-what do you mean?"

"Well, it's obvious enough that Mikey didn't do this to himself," Donnie says flatly. "Therefore, logically, someone else did this to him. He was in a lab, so I'm guessing scientists wanted to either study mutations on other mutants, or maybe they were just experimenting in general. It doesn't really matter at this point. They'll still have to deal with me."

Mikey's eyes widen at Donnie. He slowly relaxes, letting him continue.

"Anyways, I guess me examining him brought up traumatic memories. Scan complete, by the way," he announces, releasing his hold on Mikey's arm.

Mikey scuttles away, still slightly wary of his new surroundings. He creeps around the tank, looking at everything like it's brand new, like he’s never been in this tank before.

"Just don't go biting anything, okay?"

"Or anyone," Raph whispers.

"Did he bite you?" Leo asks in shock.

Raph shows him his hand, and Leo jumps to help clean and bandage it up. For such a small puncture, it's bleeding a lot. And who knows what else has been in Mikey's mouth? They can't risk an infection.

Mikey explores the tank and rediscovers the ice cream machine as Donatello uploads the scans and information to his network. The look on his face says that it probably isn't good news...

"What is it?" Leo asks.

"Just... complicated," Donnie assures him. "Nothing a genius can't fix..."

There is hesitance in his voice. Anxiety. Worry. Doubt.

Fortunately, Mikey doesn't hear it. He's too distracted by the overflow of frozen confections pouring from the nozzle. He flinches and hisses at the cold, sneering at it. He doesn’t like the cold very much.

After a few minutes, they arrive at the lair.

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[dvilsdesire]

spicy prompt for my fave incubus :3c

haarlep or raph being used as a cock warmer while cuddling at night ✨️ 👀

Writing prompts

Haarlep was like a wretched child that could not get comfortable, or like a dog that was sniffing around for the perfect spot to curl up on. By the Nine, it was annoying, especially when the creature didn't need sleep like Raphael did.

From beneath the sheets, Raphael's brow pulled downward in a frown, his eyes scrunching closed as if that would help him succumb to the sleep he actually required. It did nothing, of course. In fact, it only made him more awake, and more frustrated. It was a vicious cycle.

"What are you doing!?" he finally snapped, eyes opening as he turned over his shoulder, the boudoir lit up only by the souls that roamed the area and the oil lamps that were lit. The curtains to the large windows and doors were all drawn closed to give the illusion that Avernus had some semblance of night, despite how bright it was outside.

"Would you just pick a spot and be done with it?"

Haarlep, who paused in his movements, pouted as his wings were trapped beneath the blankets and he felt like he was being smothered. "My dear, I cannot get my wings comfortable like this," the incubus sighed dramatically.

"Then go away."

The incubus only pouted more. "That's not fair, my pet. You are allowed to sleep in your human face so the wings don't get tangled. I cannot."

No, the creature couldn't. At least, not whilst Haarlep was within Raphael's company. He did not like when his personal incubus turned to a different glamour during his sleep, or anywhere in the bedroom for that matter. That was for his preference only. Whatever Haarlep did behind closed doors was the creature's own business, but not within his company.

"Then get out from beneath the sheets and rest on top of them. It is truly that simple." Raphael said it like he was speaking to an incompetent child. He rolled back over and fluffed his pillow up with a huff, closing his eyes again.

When the bed shifted from the weight, he felt cool air at his back when Haarlep obviously pulled the covers back, but suddenly, an infernal heat was pressed up against where the cold had reached (not that it was cold, by any means, not in the House of Hope).

"Haarlep..." he muttered, his eyes halving in annoyance. He was certain he could feel his temple throbbing.

"Shh, I am comfortable now," purred Haarlep, his arms moving around Raphael's waist and pulling him against his belly. With the size difference, it was a perfect fit, Raphael's back nestled against his stomach, his rump sitting right between his legs as he tended to curl up during his sleep.

A sudden heat surged up Raphael's spine, his hands having tucked themselves beneath his pillow. They suddenly closed into fists. It wasn't his comfortable pillow that made him feel warm at night, though, or the blankets that tucked him in. Haarlep was a warm body to lean against, that required no effort on his half--and even if it did, he was more than pleased to indulge the incubus' nature, for it was his one true weakness.

"Haarlep, you-," the air was pushed from his lungs as he felt the incubus squeeze him, something firm pressing between his buttocks. Haarlep was not entirely erect, he could tell, but it was enough to feel the girth squeeze its way between his cheeks.

"If you are uncomfortable, then go away..." teased Haarlep, his warm breath against Raphael's ear, pressing his nose into the hair of the devil's head and taking in the scent of his lotions. His voice was a soft velvet between them, a temptation and corruption.

Raphael's muscles tensed at the notion that Haarlep would use his own words against him. They always did. They were a wretched creature, but one that was, at times, not worth the effort to correct. Or perhaps it was just Raphael had a fondness for them, and could not find it in himself to refuse the hellspawn.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes again, feeling Haarlep's warm arms wrap themselves around him, as if holding some sort of plush doll for comfort as the incubus slept--which they didn't need to do at all.

Raphael was a sore loser at the best of times, but some battles... he still won despite what Haarlep thought.

"Do not get used to this. I am merely too tired to entertain your childish antics this evening." Unlike some, Raphael actually had work that needed to be done in the morning.

Haarlep rumbled a little purr in his chest, right against Raphael's back. "Of course, my dear. I wouldn't think otherwise." He pressed his naked body against Raphael's further, his tail wrapping around a thigh.

They both knew that wasn't true. They both knew that Raphael liked every part of it.

[colibrie]

Confrontations: Ricochet, Donatello.

Art and sanity credit to @trilobitepunch.

He distantly felt his body jerk into a weak salute before his mechanical limbs turned, carrying hm away from his most recent failure. The walls of the base caved in as he moved, Raph’s calls of “Donatello!” barely registering over the incomprehensible muddle of thoughts and adrenaline. Some barely functioning portion of his hindbrain guided him to the correct door, shaky fingers pawing at the embedded scanners.

“Don, wait!”

The door slammed shut, sealing him into the blessedly familiar darkness of his bedroom.

“Donnie?”

His helmet sailed across the room, striking the far wall with a sharp crack as he crumpled to the ground. A faint whine slipped through his teeth as he dragged his numb legs into his chest, arm wrapping around them in a hug as he frantically began to rock back a fourth.

Heknowsheknowsheknowsheknowsheknows…

Bloodless fingers dug into the edges of his armor, throat now strangling his vocal cords as he tucked his head into the protective circle of his arms. Time crawled, broken only by his hiccupped breathing and the occasional knock of his battle shell against the wall as he rocked.

He knows.

Interesting.

Breathebreathewhycan'tIbreathe?

It's going to be okay, DonDon, don't listen to them. Do you wanna squeeze my hand?

YesIdoIneedyouIcan'tdothisyoupromised...

Something cool and solid carefully bumped against his shoulder, bits of binary breaking through the shrieking reel of his mind. Donnie sniffed, reluctantly lifting his head until his eyes could just bare peer at his visitor. Silvery fins waggled at him in greeting as a large lens swept Donnie from head to toe. The miniature droid beeped softly once more, and when Donnie failed to respond beyond a faint flinch, it drifted closer to gently nudge his shoulder. One fin gently brushed against his knuckles, accompanied by binary based command to relax. It didn’t flinch or retreat when Donnie’s fingers tightened reflexively. It simply continued to drop light taps on his knuckles until Donnie finally gave in and acquiesced, winching as blood rushed back into the tips of his fingers.      

Wiggling with joy, the drone zipped forward to wedge itself into the minuscule space between Donnie’s legs and chest, gently pushing and pressing, soft beeps and clicks asking him to lower them.

“F-f-fi”

A stronger beep cut him off as small struts unfolded from the droid’s undercarriage, delicate pincers grasping onto his chest plate as it forced Donnie’s legs a smidgen further from his chest.

It took far longer than it should have to fold his legs down into a crossed position. His joints were stiff, and somewhere in the haze of his panic a deep, familiar ache had begun to simmer beneath his shell. The presence of that pain, the way it swept up and down his spine like a molten tide, would have sent him spiraling once more if not for the droid in his arms. A port in his armor popped open, and the hiss of a hypos-syringe filled the room before he could fully register what was happening.

“Hy!” he choked; voice garbled as his teeth ground together.

An unrepentant chur was all he got in response as the droid settled back into his chest, motor shifting until a soft purr rumbled forth, one deep enough that it was more felt than heard. It gently pulsed through Donnie’s chest, soothingly repetitive as the muscle relaxers from the hypo quickly went to work. The fire in his back cooled, banked by the drugs that allowed his legs to finally drop into a loosely crossed position. The tension in his throat loosened too, letting air pass freely in to and out of his starving lungs.

Donnie sighed as he tipped his head back, eyes falling shut as he clumsily tried to follow meditation breathing that had been drilled into him at the temple. His droid trilled softly, giving him more space by floating down the settle on his now crossed legs. For a while all was quiet once more, save for sonorous breaths and the low hum of an idling motor.

“5HL-DN.”

The little droid perked up, ignoring the gravely strain on its name in favor of nuzzling into the hand suddenly resting on its carapace.

“How long was it this time?”

A longer stream of bleeps and clicks answered, partially jolting Donnie out of his daze.

“What do you mean, ‘access denied’?! That data is not password protected!”

More bleeps and blips flooded the air as 5HL-DN and Donnie glared at one another.

“5HL-DN, you give me that data right now or I-”

“Beeeeeoooooop!”

“…That bad?”

“Brrrriiiip.”

“I…I acknowledge that it has been a while since I have experienced one of this magnitude. It has been a…difficult day. All the more reason to look at the data.”

“Brrrrrrrrrrrrr-up!”

“What kind of a trade are you proposing?”

5HL-DN’s antenna wiggled as the following binary made Donnie’s mouth drop open.

“Wha- twelve hours?! Unacceptable!”

“Beep!”

“I will consider resting for four.”

“Weeooo-uuuuriiiii.”

“You will do no such thing! The materials for those experiments are not easily acquired!”

“Reeeeeeeeeeeoooorrrrrrrri!”

“Fine! Fine, I will sleep for six! Satisfactory?”

“Skrrrriiiiiiiiiiiii?”

“Oh my…yes. Yes, if it will keep you out of my research, I will take off the battle shell.”

Donnie tried to maintain his scowl but could not stop the hint of smile that bloomed as his droid wobbled, whooping in triumph as it shot up and zipped towards Donnie’s bed.

“I don’t recall installing blackmail software,” He grumbled, slowly levering himself up. His legs trembled, but held, allowing him to limp after the droid and sit on the edge of his bed. A sneaky retaliatory pinch was all he got in reply.

“As agreed, I will rest for six consecutive hours. However, if Raph comes or if Krang summons us, you need to wake me. Understood? Either scenario would be too important for me to risk sleeping through.”

5HL-DN bobbed, pincers pulling back the blankets as Donnie slowly removed his armor, placing it in neatly accessible piles on his bedside table, until only the battle shell remained. His fingers hovered over the latches, hesitating as sour discomfort stirred in his stomach. As cumbersome as his battle shell was at times, the freedom and security it brought made it a difficult thing to part with for any reason. Perhaps…perhaps he could simply…

A low warning whistle shut that train of thought down.

“Yes, alright. I am a turtle of my word, calm yourself.”

A series of subtle clicks later and the battle shell popped free, falling to the mattress with a soft thump. A moan of equal parts pain and relief snuck past his lips as Donnie rolled his shoulders, one hand slipping down to tentatively rub at the edge of scar tissue that ran in a jagged slash across the base of his shell.

Beeps that sounded somehow smug yet concerned tinkled through the air just before one of 5HL-DN’s struts flicked the side of his head.

“Stop that,” he huffed tiredly, scooting back a smidge before dragging his legs under the blankets held by his unrepentant friend. Heavily weighted warmth, one of the few secret splurges he’d ever claimed for himself ensconced him, working with the relaxants to turn his tense muscles into jelly.

“Member t’wake me,” he mumbled, nuzzling into his pillow as lead weights dragged his eyelids down. “An don…don’t touch th…s’sensitive…”

Soft coo’s followed him down to sleep as 5HL-DN settled into the junction of Donnie’s shell and neck, motor gently vibrating as it began its watch.

[pianocat939]

down with the sickness but the reader catches it. So like they’d take advantage of the reader being like super affectionate or whatever. Pls 🙏🙏

turtles are Yandere btw

Something tells me this is gonna have people feral-

Tw: pill-swallowing, mostly fluff.

You could only glance around the room you're in wearily, fatigue and sickness weighing down on your body like an elephant sitting on you. You feel a firm, but gentle tightness around your arms and waist, with something scaley rubbing against your neck.

"Oh poor you, you'll get better soon..."

With an evidently concerned expression, Raph holds you close in bed, his face nuzzling into your neck. You don't move, as you're too sick and exhausted to feel bothered by it; letting him cuddle you as much as he pleases, and you can't deny: it's comforting in your miserable state. Then the door opens and the rest of the brothers flood in, cradling items of all sorts in their arms.

"Hydration! Medicine! Food! Comfort! We have everything!" Donnie exclaims, his metallic spider arms clenching medicine bottles and water bottles within its claws. He marches to the bed, his eyes brows furrowed with a stern look, but you can tell he's panicking for your well-being. He motions Mikey over, who's holding a bowl of soup and seasoned bread.

"Now, my dearest divinity, we know pills aren't for everyone...So me and Donnie agreed it would be easier if we combined it with the soup to make it easier on your senses!" The youngest scooped a spoonful of the soup, and let Donnie place a pill on the spoon as well before hovering it before your mouth. You reluctantly opened your mouth, knowing it would only do you good to swallow the pill. Mikey then lets you swallow the soup and its contents, with the pill.

You can still feel the drug, but they were right, it is easier to swallow than taking it with just water: especially with the bits of vegetables. After slurping down the food, Mikey holds another spoonful and continues to utensil-feed you. You didn't protest, knowing he would only insist and beg for you to let him feed you.

Then you feel a damp, cool towel gently plopped down onto your forehead; the feeling makes you flinch in surprise, but you relax after a second. You hear a soft chuckle from above, and someone gives your head a few pats. "Ah, you're so cute~ Especially when you're letting me take care of you~" Leo comments with an amused tone, an eyebrow muscle lifting upwards slightly. He then proceeds to stroke your head in a pattern, his smirk morphing into a softer one.

"We're so happy you're letting us help you get better~ For me to provide for you..."

"Yes, for once I do agree with 'Nardo. It's praise-worthy you're letting us assist you in your time of illness."

"Mhm! I'm so happy to serve my divinity!"

"And when you're with us, we'll always be by your side...We'll always be ready to protect you and be there for you whenever you need it. Always..."

You're held closer to Raph's plastron as the four smiling at you with admiration.

And for once, you crack a slight smile back.

It's nice there's someone always there to care for you in your time of weakness, even if they're immoral criminals.

(I've been taking pills since like forever, but I know other people aren't used to it so for a- small courtesy I suppose I wrote the pill swallowing difficulty in there.)