#soft turtles deserve soft touches.

[yorshie]

Alright, gnawed on this for a bit, came back now that I think I have something to add that can stand next to Lucky and Spoon's writing holy guacamole you two, both of you wrote amazing stories and it felt like a train hit me each time. Really, really (that's two reallys), enjoyed reading both of those and I hope you like my addition.

Nonnie, thank you as well for feeding the well. Absolutely tragic that the trap at the top triggered and now you are down here with us. Truly a shame, but here's a Mikey nom-nom to make the pain of being stuck here in the well a bit better

It took a lot of give and take to get to this point.

Almost a year, if you really thought about it, eyeing Angelo as he stood before you in the low light, carefree face maskless for once and gaze soft as he looked you over.

You could feel the thoughts creeping in again, a little trail of appreciation for the planes of his face and the raised scales along the side of his throat that cajoled you to simply take him in instead of moving forward, and with a little sigh you turned from the mental path.

You reached out slowly, starting with a soft touch to his hand, an action that felt safe and familiar with the number of times you'd preformed it. His palm opened like the sun under your touch, letting you trace a careful finger over the fine lines between the finer scales.

Mikey's other hand rose to mirror your grip, cooler fingers turning your loosely clenched fist upwards and uncurling your fingers with a slow, gentle sweep of his thumb. His index finger pressed softly against each pad of your fingers before sweeping over the meat of your thumb and resting there, bracketing your wrist with his thumb on the other side.

You sighed out loud at the sensation, the sound shaky, and he soothed automatically, squeezing your arm gently in his grip.

"Only as far as you want, baby." He whispered lowly. "It's just us, kay?"

Instead of answering, you let your finger trail up his wrist, the side of your nail dragging over his skin.

Mikey slowly turned his arm, following the silent direction your finger was heading until you could press your palm flat against the larger scales covering the corded muscles of his forearm.

You lingered for a moment there, conscious of the fine shiver working through the muscle underneath your touch as you pet slowly over the inked lines and cheerful orange flowers covering his skin. You pressed firm against one of the larger flowers, earning a quick tic of jumping muscle and heavy beat of a pulse against the pad of your finger, and you smiled at the thought that maybe you weren't the only one fighting the feeling of being overwhelmed.

His following touch on your arm was lighter, more of a transition of grips as he worked his thumb up the inside of your wrist in little touches while his fingers kept the back of your arm stabilized. When you followed his silent cue to tip the inside of your elbow upwards, he pressed his thumb against the jumping pulse underneath the thin skin and hummed low in his throat.

You chanced a glance upwards at him, found his baby blues half-lidded and contemplative. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly before slowly turning to check in with you.

You ducked your head before you could get trapped in his eyes, trailing your fingers higher up the swell of his bicep, exploring the dramatic curve of muscle that tightened and balled up reflexively at the little tickle you inadvertently caused. You stalled out at the top of his tattoo, slowly tapping in between two of the darker shaded dots. Your gaze skipped to the side and realized just how close the two of you had swayed together.

The hard keratin covering his chest was just beyond your nose, the breadth of his shoulders stretching to almost either side of your vision, creating a solid line of mottled green and brown that was bare of gear or other barrier. Just Mikey, taking deep, even breathes that kissed the top of your head, his soft touch a bare whisper as he moved up from your elbow to cup the back of your shoulder in a grounding touch.

You tilted up just enough to confirm he was watching you in turn, on the look out for any sign you needed to stop, needed him to step back. His hand was steady, a silent promise against your skin, that it was ok to stop at any time, for any reason.

You shivered, shoulder brushing against his chest in a little caress that raised the fine hair along your arm, but the cool sensation of him in front of you and his steadfast aura spurred you onwards.

Renewed, you pressed your palm flat against his shoulder, another shiver threatening the curve of your spine when he smoothed his hand in turn over your shoulder to drag his knuckles across the fine bones along your collar, mirroring your hand step for step until you cupped the side of his throat and his palm covered you from the beating pulse in your neck to the jumping skin just underneath your ear.

He took the oppurtunity to lean into the touch, reeling you inwards under the guide of his splayed grip until your foreheads touched and all you could see was the blue blue blue of his eyes.

"You good, sunshine?" Mikey asked, breath painting your nose and cheekbones with little kisses of sensation.

Instead of answering, you against turned to instinct, to want, to desire, stretching up on tip toes to press your mouth against his.

*crawls carefully over to a deep and foreboding gaping hole and peeks my head over the edge to look inside. There I see three feral tumblrs prowling around and laughing maniacally (y’all know who you are)

I pull back a little to glance at the warning sign written in bold lettering “Mikey Well: DO NOT ENGAGE IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO FALL IN AND SUFFER THE SAME FATE”

I let out a little hum and tilt my head curiously, inching back towards the mouth of the hole. “They look hungry though…And it is the holidays…I wouldn’t want them to feel lonely…”

Turn slightly and grabs something out of my pocket. I glance at the random ask request sitting in my palm, considering for a moment. Then I shrug nonchalantly and with a sheepish grin, cautiously drop the ask into the Mikey Well*

Just wondering on your take on how Bayverse Mikey would handle having a friend/SO who’s exTrEmElY touch starved, to the point that most touches become super overwhelming. I think it would be interesting to see how he would handle that being the most physically affectionate of the turtle brothers 🤔

And then also how would Mikey respond to said individual finally feeling secure enough to request affection? AnYhOo, Hope you have a wonderful New Year and may all the good come back to you in the coming days. May you always feel inspired and never experience creative blocks! Here’s a little request for y’all to gnaw on for a while and once again please know how appreciated you are!🧡✨

ooooooo, a new request to gnaw on, i love those!!!!

and honestly, anon-chan, i wouldn't call it **maniacal** laughter! just a little, you know, crazed

we're certainly not reaching out to bodily pull you in the well with us

anyway, thank you very much for the new year's wishes! may you have a year that you've only ever dreamed of!

oh man what a request too thank you!! as someone who is seriously touch starved myself i have Thoughts

Mikey has so many feelings the first time you flinch away from his touch. He is sad that what he sees as an overture of friendship is apparently rebuffed. He is upset that you, who has been so kind to them, must still somehow see them as monsters. Why else would you shy away from his touch? He is angry, because he once again has been denied something because of who he is. Because of something he can't help, something that honestly, deep down, he doesn't really want to change.

It takes him some time, and a lot of pushing down his natural instinct to reach out, to realize that you don't let anyone touch you, not even other humans. To be fair, he's not really in a position to witness you interacting with other humans a lot. But April, Casey, and Vern all receive the same flinch that he did, so it must be a universal thing.

He feels the same things all over again. Sad, because he can't imagine going through life without the healing power of another's touch. Upset, because he should have realized sooner. Angry, because you are the one going through this.

Mikey's not the type to let this stand. But it's not like he can really do anything without your agreement. And he can't talk to you about it, it's not like you're Raph. Besides, he's still feeling a little... cagey? No, a little cautious around you. He really, really doesn't want to be proven wrong.

So he opts for the agonizing option of waiting. It's so hard, but it's for you, so he does it. He takes every opportunity to subtly (like a brick wall, but no one has the heart to tell him that) let you know that he's available to be touched. He hopes that with time you will reach out yourself and give him the permission he desperately wants.

When you reach out and touch him for the first time? Well, sunshine boy earns his name. He is so happy, even if he can't pick you up and spin you around the way he wants to. So he tucks that feeling away, for a time when that will be possible. He hopes that time is soon.

And when that time does come? When you finally come to him and ask for the affection he longs to give you? Mikey can hardly believe it. He starts small, though this too is hard for him. A press of his hand to your arm. A brief one-armed hug. A ruffle of your hair. Even those small touches are enough to give him joy. He's so happy that you're letting someone in, and he's especially happy that you chose to let him in, of all people.

When he gets to pick you up and spin you around the way it feels like he's always wanted to, it's only natural for it to end with a kiss.

[theturtlelovers]

Ꮤ𐋅𐌄𐌍 𐌕𐌀𐌁𐌋𐌄𐌔 𐌀𐌐𐌄 𐌕𐌵𐌐𐌍𐌄𐌃

Pairing: Raph/gn!reader Rating: Explicit Contents: dom!reader, Raph is a subby turtle Warnings: 18+, mdni, nsfw Wordcount: 220

Notes: Raph needs some love on my blog as well! It was something small, though, because it was just a random thought I had!

Raph exudes confidence and certainty when he's in the lead. He knows exactly what he desires when he seeks you out for pleasure, savoring your soft gasps and the way your body reacts to his touch. It’s amazing in every way.

However, when the tables are turned, and the focus is on him, Raph becomes flustered to the point where it embarrasses him. He blushes when you trace his arm, and his eyes widen, watching you like a deer caught in headlights. He releases high-pitched whimpers as you kiss him deeply, almost as if you don't want him to breathe. Or it could just be that he's so overwhelmed with desire that he can't even fathom taking a breather. Not when he feels your tongue gliding up the length of his cock, his thighs twitching with need and moaning with abandon like some common whore.

Seeing that formidable turtle, with his impressive muscles that make his arms and legs a feast for the eyes, squirming and biting his lip in an effort to contain his noises—though they escape no matter what he does—is intoxicating. You feel a surge of power that leaves you heady, and you wield it skillfully, teasing him until he's begging for release.

 You might let him if he looks pretty enough to deserve it.

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[oozedninjas]

HARD CRUSH!

How different are Leo and Raph when they're in love?

Sfw + Nsfw / MDIN / +18 / Leo's 27, Raph's 26 / Thought for 2007, but I think it adapts cool to other verses.

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LEO

Every nuance of you doesn't escape his notice. He's the embodiment of observance, attentively absorbing every facet of your being. Your desires, dreams, beliefs, and thoughts, he listens to them all with keen interest.

The dilemma lies in his passive approach; he remains restrained in expressing his crush, riddled with self-doubt over jeopardizing your friendship. Still, there's a flicker of affection in the form of occasional winks, suggestive smirks, and inadvertent casual touches. It's as if these actions were mere happenstance.

When envisioning a relationship, Leo's thoughts teem with romance.

He's a daydreamer, imagining tender cuddles, soft kisses, and focusing on the intricate sensation of your lips meeting. He knows he'd excel as a boyfriend, ever ready to shower you with unwavering devotion.

Leo envisions a love that could cocoon you, enveloping you within his arms in the warmest embrace. But he restrains from confessing his emotions.

He believes you merit someone who can stand by you in daylight, attend family gatherings, join in celebrating birthdays, and accompany you through life's milestones.

Voicing his feelings, he fears, would convolute matters further, and complexities are the last thing he needs.

And during the nighttime, when those exhilarating thoughts begin to weave through Leo's mind, he cannot prevent the fantasies from taking shape.

He envisions whether you'd be quiet or loud if you'd squirm, let out soft moans if you'd want him to be above you, or taste you up.

Leo can't quite look at you the following morning.

RAPH

Raphael takes a more tangible route.

His attention homes in on your mouth, your laughter, your entire physique. He's an expert at deciphering body language, knowing precisely when and how to bridge the gap.

Wit flows effortlessly from him, each word carefully crafted to elicit your laughter.

Raph dedicates himself to crafting moments that resonate, subtly weaving a tapestry where you'd naturally seek his company.

It's a smokescreen for the torrent of affection he harbors. Just like Leo, the dread of risking your friendship hampers him from taking the leap. Besides, he's acutely aware of what he is: a sewer-dwelling turtle with little to offer beyond nocturnal escapes and thwarting villains.

He's not supposed to yearn for you to this extent. The priority should be what you rightfully deserve, yet whenever you smile at him as if he's the only one in the room, makes it more than impossible.

Soon, your scent becomes a dangerous feature, stirring something primal within him, a voice that insists he should claim you. Mark you up, keep you all to himself.

Fuck, it would be so good to feel your breath upon his lips as you whimper, pleading. Your nails scratching the edges of his shell as he buries himself deeper in you.

And Raphael loses sleep as he stares at the ceiling, imagining you're his. His to touch, his to kiss, his to protect.

[hotheadedhero]

can you do hug headcanons with the rise guys !!

AN: I sure can! These guys deserve all the hugs <3

Hug Headcanons

Rise Turtles x Reader

Raphael

It's no surprise that Raph adores hugs but there's always the worry that he'll somehow injure you in the process. He's a big guy, both in height and width but there are prevalent dangers even if his size wasn't a problem. Excluding his shell, he still has the odd spike poking out of somewhere, whether that be his elbows or the top of his plastron. It's no issue for his brothers seeing as they're turtles too but you're a human. There's too much chance of you catching yourself on one of them and he could never forgive himself if he ever hurt you, even if it was by accident.

You always assure him that no such thing could ever happen and, bit by bit, he allows himself to be bolder with the physical affection. He's glad for it too because holding you is like a dream come to life. If he had to pick a favourite hug, it's when you're curled up on his chest while he lies on his back. Having you this close with his large arms around you is such a pleasure. He takes great joy in knowing he can keep you safe this way. It's also a popular hold when you're both relaxing in the pool, floating around without a care in the world.

Leonardo

He likes to surprise you but not necessarily in the cute couple-y way. Leo makes a point of trying to scare you with his hugs, whether that be leaping out of a random room or embracing you from behind without any warning. He's really putting those sneaky ninja skills to good use, isn't he? You thought that him being an appointed hero of your city meant that he used his powers for good but it would seem you were wrong.

When he isn't trying to give you a heart attack, he's pulling you in with the addition of his phone. He just loves to throw his arms over your shoulders and snap an unexpected selfie. The sentiment appears sweet but you wonder if this is part of his scare tactic, if he's trying to capture a picture of your frightened face in the moment.

However, he does know when to give downtime a chance and frequently enjoys being the small spoon. Anything to feel like the centre of your world. It's also because of the kisses you plant on his shell or the back of his head. He adores those.

Donatello

Trying to get a good hug in with Donnie can be a difficult one. You can only assume that it has something to do with his soft shell. Deep down, you're aware of his vulnerabilities and how they've manifested into this desire to not be touched. Most of his contact will be administered through the use of his tech, whether that be with his bionic arms or the handful of times he's lovingly pat you on the head with his bo staff.

That being said, he does have his moments. Some days are a lot better than others but if you want a hug from him, he needs to be the one to initiate it. The times he does, he'll slowly envelop you from behind and hide his face in the crook of your neck. You suppose this position is part of his need to be in control of the physical affection. He can let go when he wants to and not worry about pushing your arms away if they're around him. You know how hard he tries and it makes those moments that much sweeter.

Michelangelo

Fasten your seatbelts because the hug-a-tron is in the house. He can and will find any excuse to trap you in his arms, sometimes to the point that you're starved of oxygen. Even if the last you saw him was only an hour ago, he'll lift you from the ground in a squeeze upon your return as if you haven't seen each other in months. Saying that you've had to check your ribs for bruising isn't an over-exaggeration. Further stating that you have found bruises is no word of a lie, either.

Mikey isn't sure if he has a number-one hug on his list. They're all amazing in his opinion and he'd feel bad for choosing in case you had a personal preference. In his eyes, it's more about the delivery rather than the sort of affection itself; the energy behind it. That's why it's his absolute favourite when you tackle him to the ground and smother him in that sweet cuddly goodness. He loves to know that you get as excited to see him as he does you.

[fishsticksloser]

May request tmnt smut 🔞 one-shot of (Dom! Future Leonardo x bottom! Fem! Adult reader)?

The 2 are in official relationship, as they were trying new clothes and outfits they bought their collection were quite the spicy one and turns on, and it was enough for them to decide to take the relationship to a new level.

Truly Madly Deeply

f!Leo x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, fluff, flirting, sex, p in v plus aftercare, fingering, oral (female receiving), first time together, Leo centered 2nd person, red eared slider courtship rituals, so much consent, Leo talks a lot, please let me know if I missed anything

A/N: This is explicit, don't like it? Move on... Sorry there's not much of reader talking, I got sick and kinda gave up... I have learned things that I would rather forget... But I'll share because I'm going insane... turtle penises are 30-40% the size of their body... Meaning the Future Leo we meet in the movie's junk is... 26.4-38.72 inches long... Because he's 7ft4in... I apologize for putting this information on you. No I don't...

"Damn, baby...!" Leo whistles, seeing you in one of your new outfits. He sits on your bed, politely commenting on your new clothes.

"This next one, I think you're really gonna like..." You smile, going back into the bathroom and changing. You looked yourself in the mirror, the dark blue lingerie laying beautiful in your skin. You step out and do a small spin for Leo. Leo's fingers are sitting in his lap, wiggling. "What you doing there, Leo?"

"Huh? Oh..." Leo looks down at his hand before hiding them. "Sorry."

"What does that mean?" You ask, smiling at him, genuinely intrigued.

"Uh..." Leo blushes, covering his face. "It's to attract a mate..." He mumbles the last part, it's almost to quiet to hear.

"So... You're flirting?" You smile, approaching him. His blush darkens and he nods slightly, watching you apprehensively. "Cute..."

"Cute!?" He gasps dramatically. Leo's fingers wiggle more, unable to stop them. Leo decides to grab your hips, pulling you onto his lap. He smiles flirtatiously. "You look amazing..."

He kisses you softly, his hand staying on your waist respectively. You can feel him smile when you wrap your arms around his neck. Leo kisses you deeper, your hands splayed out on his carapace. He flips you onto the bed, hovering over you. Somehow - guessing pure strength - he didn't break the kiss.

"Do you want to stop?" Leo pulls away and looks at you, a soft yet hungry look in his eyes. "You can tell me and this doesn't go any further. I want to make sure your comfortable, that matters more than anything."

"I don't want you to stop." You answer, nodding at him. Leo smiled softly, kissing you again, practically vibrating in excitement.

"You want to take our relationship to the next level?"

"That's what I just said, isn't it?"

"Just making sure..."

Leo uses his amputated arm to hold himself up, his other caressed your side. Sparks ignited as Leo's lips brushed yours tentatively. Your lips were warm and soft, like they were every time you two kissed, still his heart raced. He almost worried his heart was beating so hard it would crack his plastron.

"I don't deserve you..."

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard..."

He hovers over you, pressing your bodies together as his heart hammers in his chest. He slowly makes his way down, his breath warm and heavy as his nose brushes your neck. Leo’s fingers trail up and down your arm, teasing over your skin, over your lingerie, over your back and shoulders. His mouth doesn’t stray far from your body, his breath hot against your ear as his hand wanders. He’s not taking the lingerie off — not yet. There’s more to this, to the way he’s touching you. Leo is exploring.

"God, you're so beautiful," he whispers into your ear, moving his tongue up your neck until finally meeting your lips with his own. He kisses you tenderly, wanting to make the first time between you just... perfect. Leonardo wraps his arm around your waist, holding you close as your tongues dance in each other's mouths. He pulls away after a moment, smiling down at you.

"Is this alright?" He asks, voice slightly breathless. "I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"Yes, yes. I'm fine." You answer, breathlessly. Leo can feel a warm hand trail up his chest, slowly drawing across his collar as it wraps around the back of his neck and pulls Leo into a kiss, you push him gently back into the mattress and press into him.

He doesn't move for a moment, stunned by your boldness, the way you take control, his heart racing as you kisses him, and for a moment, he forgets about all the things he's scared of, everything he hates about himself and just enjoys this moment.

"Is this okay...?" You all, pulling away from him. You look down, both of you absolute messes; lips swollen, eyes dilated, faces red.

"Yes, it’s okay." His voice full of affection and wonderment as the warm sensation of your touch radiates through his body, his heart still fluttering slightly. You lean back down and kiss him, slowly moving to kiss down his jaw and neck. Leo closes his eyes, relaxing into the kisses, enjoying your touch as you kiss his jaw, his neck. There’s a deep, passionate hunger to the way you kisses him, like you've been waiting for this.

You gently take his hand, guiding it to your back. Leo catches on, slowly unclipping your bra. He pulls it off, setting it to the side. His eyes are soft as he admires you, his heart beating out of his chest.

"You like what you see?" You tease.

"I love what I see," Leo replies, tracing his finger along your side. His eyes are filled with admiration, his lips parted in a slight breath for how gorgeous you look. "You’re absolutely beautiful..."

You laugh softly, tracing the dips in his plastron. "You lost all your cockiness... Still flirty, but not like normal..."

"It's you... You do all these things to me," he replies gently, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. "You make my brain stop working, make my heart jump out of my chest. You turn me into a soft blob of whatever it is I am." Leo smiles, feeling warm in his chest as he gently traces your face with his thumb.

"Now I've got poetic Leo, huh...?" You hum softly, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch.

"I know, crazy, right?" He kisses the corner of your mouth, tracing the outline of your lips with his tongue. His eyes are warm and soft as they look at you. "I never thought I’d say this to anyone again, but I love you. You're just so damn amazing. How could I not be poetic around you...? Am I being cheesy?"

"Very, but... I love you too."

He laughs and tackles you, so you're laying underneath him again. He leans down to nibble on your neck again.

"You're beautiful, smart, funny, charming, sexy... What else can I say?" Leo holds you by your hip, pinning you down to the bed as he smiles to himself. He gives you a cocky grin and speaks in a hushed tone. "Your smile is the brightest thing I've ever seen."

"You're the most amazing person I'll ever meet. I can't believe I found you. You're so damn gorgeous... Everything about you is just perfect..." Leo starts nibbling from your collar bone up to your jaw, slowly tracing his hand up your thigh. "I want to take you to the next level, baby... So... How should we go about it?"

"Just do what feels right..."

"Your wish is my command," Leo leans down, his lips brushing gently against yours. You can feel his breath against your skin, his heartbeat pounding against you. Leo pulls back slowly, his eyes locked on to yours. Leo smirks, a devilish, playful gleam in his eyes, his hand trailing up and around your body. "You trust me, baby? Because I'm gonna make you feel really, really good."

"With my life..." You answer, watching him somewhat curiously.

“Good,” Leo replies breathlessly, trailing his lips over your chest and stomach, slowly kissing his way to your bellybutton. “Because I’m here to make you feel better than you ever thought you could. More alive than you ever knew was possible…”

"You're... You're incredibly sexy right now.." You pant, his lips still gliding over your skin.

"What can I say, I know how to treat the woman I love." Leo chuckles at your comment, kissing down your stomach. "You’re... incredibly sexy yourself," he whispers to you, his head coming up to meet yours. The heat and passion he feels for you in his eyes is practically contagious.

"Your skin is soft, your body is beautiful, and you deserve to feel it too…" Leonardo's eyes go back to your neck and stomach. "I want to make it worth it, baby. I’m only getting warmed up…"

Leo smiles at you gently, kissing you again with genuine love and affection. His hand takes your chin and holds you in the kiss, closing his eyes as he leans down to nibble on your neck, on your collarbone, working his way down to your chest.

"Anything you want, baby," he groans, kissing your stomach, trailing his hand over your thigh and up your side. "Anything to make you feel good." He whispers breathlessly. Leo gently parts his lips, blowing a soft puff of air along your stomach before leaning in, planting more kisses along your belly. "You got it, sweetheart…"

Leo hears your breath hitch as he finally remove the last piece of your clothing- your underwear. Leo pauses for a moment after pulling off your underwear, his fingers tracing your hips as he looks you over. Leo looks at the underwear for moment, biting his lip with a smile on his face.

"You're... stunning." He whispers quietly, his heart once more roaring in his chest. He looks you in the eye, concern on his face as he searches your face, seeing you're a little anxious. "You okay, baby? Do we need to stop? You want me to turn off the lights?" He cups your face in his hand, leaning in for a small kiss.

"No... No! This is just our first time together..." You mumble, shaking your head. You wrap your arms around yourself.

"I get why you’re nervous… What's on your mind? Let me help." Leo pulls himself back up, hovering above you as he waits to hear what you have to say.

"Just... I want to make you feel good too." You huff softly, crossing your arms over your chest. You pout playfully, looking up at him. "It's also not very fair for you to still have clothes on."

"I understand." He winks, his voice smooth as butter with that signature grin of his, looking down at you. With one swift movement, he pushes his sweatpants off his hips, letting them drop to the floor. He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly as he lets you take in his body, letting his nakedness speak for him. "You're impatient."

"I'm not impatient." You continue to pout.

"You're face tells a different story, pretty girl." He chuckles under the weight of his teasing. "We can take this as slow as you want it. You know I don't want you to feel awkward or uncomfortable, right?"

"I understand and... I'm ready." You answer. Leo leans down and kisses your stomach, hand gliding over your thighs.

"Good," he purrs, his lips tracing down your belly. "Ready to have your world rocked, babe...?"

"Absolutely." You laugh, your arms wrapping around him again.

Leo flashes you the familiar smirk as your lips meet once more. "Alright, then," he whispers breathlessly, his hips grinding gently against yours. "Let’s get to it, shall we?"

Leo hears you moan softly into his mouth as he grinds his hips against you. His hand drift down to your legs, caressing them softly. He traces shapes towards your slit. His fingers gently brush your heat, experimentally.

Leo pulls away slightly and looks down at you, his tongue slipping from his mouth to brush against your neck. "You sure you’re ready to take this step?" He’s suddenly serious, his breath slow and soft as he looks into her eyes. "There’s no taking it back."

"Yes I'm sure... I want this. I want you." You reply, cupping his face gently.

He smiles thoughtfully and kisses your cheek. "Alright, babe," Leo whispers slowly, "I'm going to make this great, you have my word…" He kisses you again, moving his hand up your ankle and leg. After a second, he trails his fingers up and around your thigh. He pauses, taking a deep inhale before kissing your hips and stomach again, feeling your breathing speeding up. "Slow and steady wins the race, yeah...?"

You nod and snort slightly at his little joke. Leo smiles widely before kissing your hips and down to your thighs. He gently drapes your thighs over his shoulders, resting your legs on his shell. Leo kisses, nibbles, and licks his way to where you needed him most. He gives a tentative lick along your folds. He pauses and makes eye contact with you, asking if he could continue. Once he gets a small nod from you, he practically dives in. Leo may be a bit sloppy due to his excitement, but he makes sure you're feeling good - keeping eye contact so he can see any and every change in your face. Leo pulls away for a moment to catch his breath and to somewhat change directions. He slowly pushes a thick finger into you, kissing your thighs to relax you. Leo is still studying your face to check for any changes.

"Are you okay?" He asks, breathlessly. He moves back down, kissing your stomach softly, waiting for an answer.

"I'm fine." You answer just as softly, he smiles up at you before pushing his finger in more. Leo smiles smugly to himself as he watches your head fall back against the bed. He slowly thrusts his finger into you, not wanting to hurt you. He gently pushes his other finger in, watching you intimately. He's slow, methodical. Stretching you out while also being soft and gentle.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" He asks softly, with a slight bit of concern. He removes his fingers and finally kneeling between your legs. He kisses all over your face, pushing in slowly. Leo feels you squirm and he stops, pausing and looking up at you intently. "Are you ok? Did that hurt?" His voice is soft, gentle, and concerned, and he wants to make sure you’re comfortable. "Please let me know. It’s totally ok if you want to stop."

"I'm okay, promise." You answer softly. Leo nods and kisses you quickly. He presses himself against your body, pushing into you like before, to make sure you're fully comfortable.

"We can do this at a pace you're comfortable at. We don't have to rush… This can go at whatever speed you want it to." He moves his hand back to your waist, kissing your neck once more before moving his hand back down to your thigh. Leo continues with small and gentle movements, watching your face and expressions to make sure you’re alright. Leo stops when you whine, frowning worriedly. He looks at you intently. "Are you ok? Should I stop? Are you in pain?" he asks frantically, stopping all motion and pulling out slightly. "Please tell me what to do. I don't want to bring you any hurt or pain!" he says, sounding legitimately worried for you.

Leo frowns, still worried about hurting you. He pulls out completely now, looking at you for any signs that something is wrong. “I’m so sorry. I really don’t want to hurt you, I promise.” He sighs softly. "Do you want to keep trying, or do you want to just stop?"

"No! I'm okay." You promise. Leo moves slowly, trying to be very careful not to hurt you. He looks up at your face intently and then looks back down again.

"Tell me everything that you're feeling, ok? I want to make sure you're comfortable and that you're ok." His voice is soft and soothing, as he continues his patient movement. Leo slows to a stop, as far in as your body allows. He looks up at you intently, his eyes conveying a sense of calm and a desire to put your well-being ahead of his own desires, and moves his fingers into your hair, starting to stroke it. "Ok-Okay, I'll just stay right here for a bit now," You hear a hint of concern in his tone, as he looks at you earnestly, his eyes full of concern. Leo pulls out slightly to give you some space to adjust to his size. He waits patiently, looking down at you for any sign that you're ok.

"Okay... I'm okay." You breathe. Leo starts moving again, going slowly once more. You can tell that he's trying his hardest to be careful, and he still stops every few seconds to make sure that you're okay. His eyes are filled with concern as he looks down at you intently, and his heart is filled with a profound desire to respect you and make you feel safe and comfortable. When you let out a soft moan, he feels his face flush, and his breathing deepens. He moves his mouth closer to you, kissing the corner of your mouth.

"You're so beautiful… you're so perfect." he whispers. He kisses your cheek for a moment before pulling back and slowly starting to speed up. His eyes are filled with love, and his breath grows heavier as he gets into the rhythm. Leo smiles, watching your face and body react. "Wow. You like that, huh?" He asks, continuing his slow, deliberate strokes. He looks up at you, waiting for a reply with a look of soft-hearted adoration.

Leo chuckles as he hears your moans. "I'll take that as a yes," he says with a grin. "I'm glad you're having a good time." He moves to kiss you gently. "You feel amazing… You're so beautiful, you know that. You're perfect. Absolutely perfect." The words fall out of his throat, as he stares into your eyes, he's breathing heavily through his nose now, his face growing red with his face covered in sweat. His eyes convey an immeasurable amount of desire and passion.

Leo pulls you close to him as he speeds up a tad. His eyes are filled with adoration as he watches you intently, wanting you to feel good and to get the most out of this. It's obvious just how much you mean to him, and how you're an integral part of his life. He keeps going, wanting this to be something you'll remember fondly. Leo's forehead falls against yours. "I'm close…Are you close too?"

"Yes!" You tell him quickly. Leo continues his movements, not wanting to stop for even a moment. He's lost in the moment, in the intimacy, in the passion, and he's just so in awe of you.

Leo kisses you once more, passionately and intensely, you both climax together, before he pulls away slowly. His breath is heavy, and he seems completely content. His face is filled with passion and pride, and he looks down at you fondly with eyes full of pure adoration.

"Wow… That was incredible…" His voice drips with awe, love, and warmth. He slowly pulls out, trying to make it as painless as possible. "You're so beautiful and so perfect! I can't believe I get to love you,"

"Quite the charmer..." You hum softly, completely breathless, kissing him again.

“Did you like it that much? Am I that good?” Leo asks with an amused grin. He kisses you again, softly and tenderly. You shove him playfully, watching him dramatically fall onto the bed next to you. Leo chuckles at your reaction. “Alright… I’m sorry, I don’t mean to come across as conceited.” He sighs softly, still teasing slightly. “But that was… incredible. I’m really glad I was able to pleasure you.”

You snort at him and kiss him gently, leaning over him. "Clean up time..." You mumble softly.

"Bath?"

"Preferable... As long as you join me."

"I'm going anywhere my queen desires." He winks at you. Leo scoops you up and carries you to the bathroom, setting you on the toilet so he can prep the bath. Leo helps you slide in once its' ready before sliding in behind you. "You're a queen," he whispers into your ear. "A goddess, the most beautiful woman I've had the pleasure of meeting in all of my years."

You spin around in the tub to face him, kissing him hard. Leo's caught off guard by your surprise, aggressive kiss and flushes red, knocking his breath out of him. A low moan escapes his throat as he slowly lays down in the water with you, kissing you back with passion as he holds you closely. "You know I love you, sweetpea," he mumbles with a soft smile.

[oleander-nin]

Secrets(Yan!Rise!Donnie x Reader)

A/N, not important: Had an idea and executed it horribly, oh well. This was not proofread at all. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

Tw: kidnapping, yandere themes, unconsentual touching(nonsexual), crying, being locked in a dark room, collar w/ chain

Words: 741

Summary: Donnie finally brings you home without anyone else knowing

-Ollie

Light floods in as the door swings silently open, the darkness being chased out of the small room for a fleeting moment. The door swings shut once more, the softshell turtle’s markings being the only source of light in the room. His captive squirms in his grasp, Donnie’s battleshell digging painfully into their soft stomach. When they start to whimper, small pleads falling from their mouth as they beg the mutant to be freed, to beg for their life, Donnie merely shushes them. He had no wish to let his captive go, not when they looked so perfect wrapped up in his ninpo.

Donnie sighs as they continue to whine, their eyes wet with tears while Donnie sets their limp body on the small cot he had in there. He would make a bed soon, one that was specified to their exact needs once they proved they deserved it. But for now, the cot was all they needed. His battleshell produces metal arms, grabbing a chain out of a compartment built into the wall. Donnie easily attaches the chain to the collar his captive was wearing, cooing at the sight. He watched in satisfaction as they struggle to pull it off, neither chain nor collar budging.

His hands wrap around his prisoner’s, pulling the limbs away from their neck. Their eyes start to leak as Donnie sighs, a box of tissues being produced from his battleshell. “Hush now, dear. The room is soundproof, there is no one to hear your cries but me, and believe me. I don’t want to hear them.” Donnie’s voice is gentle, yet firm, a silent warning hiding between the words.

Their sniffles continue, but slowly quiet, tears streaming down their cheeks and dripping onto the floor. Donnie takes a deep breath, trying his best to not lose his temper. He understood their fear, to an extent. He had just drugged them, kidnapped them, and made everyone believe they were dead, of course they’d be a bit upset. But their fear should’ve ended the moment they realized they were with Donnie, the one person who cares for them the most. Donnie continues to silently wipe their face with the tissues, cringing as stray tears touch his skin.

“I really am doing what’s best for you, there’s no reason for you to be acting like such a dumb dumb right now.” The prisoner scoffs wetly, their voice cracking as they try to become coherent enough to speak. A single drawn eyebrow raises, Donnie seemingly not impressed with their small amount of attitude. They should be thanking him, not crying. It really was a shame they couldn’t see how much he loved them, everything would be so much easier then. Donnie wouldn’t have had to build them this room, and he wouldn’t have to hide them from his brothers.

Donnie waits patiently for them to speak, his eyes scanning their puffy face as their mouth spills nothing but soft babbles and incoherent pleas. His hands pull back from their face, unable to deal with the onslaught of liquid pouring from their eyes. A grimace dons the mutants face, a generous amount of hand sanitizer coating the palm of his hand. The faint scent of alcohol floods both of their noses, Donatello’s captive crying harder as they pull their knees to their chest. Donatello watches for a moment more, his hands twitching at his sides with a scowl on his face.

Standing from the cot with a huff, Donnie leaves the room without looking back, leaving the young adult to fend for themselves in the cramped room. The door slid shut, sealing itself against the wall until it looked near indistinguishable from the other panels in the room. Donnie moved to his lab table, looking over different designs and blueprints that were spread across the surface. It was incredibly frustrating, having to confine his love to such a small space. If only his brothers weren’t such dumb dumbs, if only the one he gave his heart to loved him back. 

No matter, the room was built, and his love was secured. It was equipped with a small bathroom and all the basic necessities. He would add more decorative items as rewards for good behavior, but for now, it only needed the necessities. He pulls out a pencil, making small edits to a blueprint he was making. Everything would work out. They were his, and his forever. No one had to know.

[eveandtheturtles]

Could I get some fluff with Reader and Raph? Reader get her monthly gift and dealing with unbearable cramps and Raph is just being a big teddy bear and cuddling her and comforting her? (Basically when I get mine and wish Bay!Raph was there :( )

(Thank you for the request @lostdreamerinafantasy I won't lie this is a bit tricky for me because when I am in pain physical touch is no Bueno lol but I tried my best!! Cause you deserve those cuddles from big boy Raph! Also apologies for it being super late.)

Tagging: @madammuffins @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @pheradream15 @sharpwindow @dilucsflame33

(anyone else wanna be on tag list lemme know)

The pain was hot within your stomach. It twisted you inside. You dared not to move once you found a good position or it would pierce your whole body again with a minimal change.

You whimpered helplessly.

"Aw, shit." You heard Raph from somewhere in the room.

He retreated quickly and your heart sank, feeling lonely and abandoned. Tears gathered in your eyes and you sniffled.

You didn't know how much time passed but suddenly there was some more noise, scrambling about and then footsteps approaching. You recognised Raphael again. You could easily tell by the way he walked. He was so distinct from his brothers.

"Right, so," you felt him sit on the bed. "I looked this shit up on the Internet so sorry babe if somethin's wrong. Here's some snacks you like, hot water bottle, blanket an' I- um-" he cleared his throat. Some embarrassment showed in his tone of voice. "Well, I noticed you were running low on- you know- your lady stuff, so… April gonna drop by later, yeah? I got you Tylenol and water too."

You listened to him talk and you opened your eyes a bit in disbelief.

"Anything else I can do fer ya?" He asked and you felt the heavy hand on your side.

"Hold me?" You asked.

"Sure babe," he said with a soft smile.

The bed creaked under his weight as he climbed behind you.

You took the moment to swallow the painkillers and washed them with gulps of water. The water bottle has been snatched and pressed to your stomach.

Raph hugged you to his plastron, stroking your hair and kissing the top of your head. You fit so well against his body and he was so warm against your back. The way his arms just closed you in the safe space of your own bubble made it easier to relax and stand the pain.

"Just um- no word of this to my brothers okay?" He whispered.

You giggled nuzzling the beefy arm of your boyfriend.

"Your reputation is safe with me."

[regretisstoredintheme]

Okay so, I’m definitely an x (y/n) binge reader and I happen to come across https://www.tumblr.com/d4suki/699427094293299200/forget-the-love-at-first-sight-give-me this post.

And that got me thinking, huh, that sounds a lot like Donnie too.

HERE WE ARE WITH SOME DONNIE HEADCANNONS WITH THIS CONTEXT~~

- Donnie. The purple themed turtle seemed to always be in his little world. He loves being in his little world.

- Donnie doesn’t like emotions. He finds it hard to deal with them. He doesn’t understand them, and has no way of comprehending them because of how unpredictable they are.

- Donnie doesn’t like dealing with emotional people, his orange brother being one of the only exceptions.

- Donnie doesn’t understand why you admire him so much.

- Or, maybe he’s just so awesome that you can’t help but stare at him while he’s working…

- Donnie received many gifts from you, he’s become fond of you and your little gifts to help with his simulation. He cherishes them a lot.

- You love helping Donnie in his lab. Frankly all you do is hand him the tools you need.

- You always listen to his rambles, even if you don’t understand a single thing that he’s uttering out of his lips.

- Donnie finds himself staring at you when you’re playing with one of his brothers. Why??

- You haven’t texted Donnie all day. Are you okay? Did something happen? Oh you had extracurriculars…

- You lightly brushed over Donnie’s side, sparks are igniting in the parts you touched. Why is this happening?

- Donnie couldn’t help but think how cute you were when you were doing school work. You were so focused and your concentration made it look like you were glaring lasers at your homework. It’s adorable. He covers his mouth to hide a small smile tracing his lips.

- Donnie has the urge to ruffle your hair once you’ve achieved anything really. Your hair is very soft.

- Oh god.

- How did it get like this?? How did he get here??

- There was no way, NO WAY, that his scientific ass was crushing on you.

- He stayed up thinking about you once.

- God he- he can’t believe he let it get this far!

- He groans every time he realizes he’s thinking about you.

- His brothers noticed he was acting odd, he locked himself in his lab more often than not.

- He said to himself that he was fine. He said he just didn’t want to stop working. He said that, if he continues working…maybe, just maybe, he’ll forget about her.

- …

- Well that failed miserably.

- He found himself making simple gadgets.

- Ones that would specifically help you in any situation you’ve complained about.

- God he was so infatuated with you.

- And God he misses you.

- He wants to hear your voice, feel your soft brushes against his skin as you pass him his tools, feel your gaze on his form, receive your heartfelt gifts.

- He sighs, he has been ignoring you for a while now.

- You tried to text him but eventually you stopped.

- His heart shattered at the thought of you not wanting to talk to him anymore.

- He tried to hold off from calling you. It didn’t work.

- Ring-Ring……Ring-Ring……Rin—

- “Hello?”

- He almost cried at hearing your voice again, but he has to stay calm.

- “Hey…”

- “Donnie?”

- “The one and only darling~”

- He tried to act as casual as possible.

- “Darling?? Donatello, you don’t get to ignore me then call me darling moments later, I need answers.”

- He wished he never ignored you.

- “Yeah, I’m…I’ve been trying to work a couple of things out. I thought isolation would work best for me to think of a solution.”

- “And you didn’t think to tell me to leave you alone? Not once did I deserve to know why I was being ignored by my best friend?”

- You sounded like you were about to cry. He wants to hug you and comfort you so much.

- “I’m…really, really sorry…two reallys.”

- he heard a sniffle from the other side.

- “I missed you, you idiot…I missed you so much…”

- His heartache had just became worse.

- “Wait right there for me, I’m coming.”

- “wha—?” He didn’t let her finish and ended the call.

- Quickly he went to Leo and asked him to portal hime to you.

- After a few teasing remarks from Leo and a promised explanation, he was in your room.

- You were sobbing, he never wished to see you so…sad. Especially because it was his fault.

- He kneeled in front of you. He brings his hand slowly to your face, he hesitated for a moment before he cups your cheeks and wipe your tears with his thumb.

- Your eyes look up into his, teary and wet, yet they still sparkles like pearls.

- He has to accept it. He looks into your eyes with his soft ones.

- He felt you lean to his hand, breaking eye contact, and you bring your own to grab his.

- You release a deep shaky breath.

- “I’m sorry.”

- You look into his eyes again, a hint curiosity and anger in yours.

- “Why did you do it…”

- He stayed silent for a moment, wondering how he would word his answer.

- “I did it…because

- …

- I was scared.”

- There goes his dignity and self preserved bad boy image, but he thinks that persona left him a while ago.

- “Scared of what..? Heh—there’s nothing to be scared about.”

- “I was scared of these…feelings. I don’t understand them and maybe I should’ve never tried to understand them.”

- You stare at him, he continues.

- “I was scared of what these feelings might do to me, so I…shut myself out in hopes of getting rid of them.”

- “clearly that wasn’t such a bright idea.” You said.

- He shakes his head, “Yeah no, never will be.”

- He smiles, and You also give in and give him a smile of your own.

- “So what, pray-tell, were those feelings, huh?”

- He stared at you nervously.

- “Ummmm maybe I’ll tell you next time?” He suggests.

- He was met by the deadpan of your face.

- “Donnie..”

- “Fine, fine”

- “Okay, so from what my scientific brain knows and my therapy sessions with Dr Feelings I’ve come to conclude that…Imayhaveamassivecrushonyou.”

- He was nervous, who could blame him?

- “A crush?? On me???” And you who somehow understood whatever the fuck he said, damn, it’s meant to be.

- He gave a slow nod confirming what you heard. He felt his face heat up increasingly as you stare at him with wide eyes.

- You’re so pretty….

- “WhAT??”

- He jumped a bit at your loud voice.

- “You mean I could have kissed you and YOU WOULDNT MIND??”

- The blush on your face was evident as you had confessed that out loud.

- A smirk graced its way to Donnie’s lips.

- “Oh? Well this is quite the plot twist Darling~”

- You felt your face heat up in embarrassment.

- “Yeah so what?? A girl can dream can’t she?”

- You tried to save yourself from embarrassment.

- Donnie’s hand came to hold your chin up to him. He leans forward, you incisively lean backwards. He then brings his other hand to balance him on top of you, your lips are inches apart and your hot breath on each other’s faces.

- “Oh she sure can, but I can make yours a reality~..”

- You felt his lips timidity touch yours, lingering there.

- You pushed yours into his, making the kiss deeper.

- It was innocent, new, and colourful.

- You felt your heart beating quickly.

- His heart isn’t beating any slower.

- He brings his hand behind your head and pushes you into a more passionate kiss. He felt like he was high on your soft lips, only wishing time would stop right here.

- Soon enough both of you ran out of air and had to pull away.

- You we’re breathing heavy, and so was he.

- “Never in a million years would I have imagined a kiss would feel this amazing.” Your hazy eyes look into his.

- He smiles at your gaze, happy that you’re finally looking at him again, only this time in a different light.

(I TOOK THIS WAY TOO FAR HOLY SHIT)

To all those Donnie Kinnies, hope you enjoyed ~ Sortzi 💙💜

(Also letting you know that I’m posting this here cuz I don’t plan on having a blog of my own so- yeah :>>)

YOHOHO

why did it take me so long to read this that was AMAZING 😭😭 I LOVE IT

ok to be fair the long words intimidated me

BUT OH MY GOD ZIZI.

I LOVE THAT

everyone PLS READ THIS AAAUGH ITS SO CUTE

[turtletimewriting]

Day 17: Interrogation

Summary: Leo has been captured and is in real danger...

Note: You may be surprised by this, but this is a tickle fic so beware! I wrote this for the 2012 boys but in reality, this could be any turtles. So I've tagged this as rise as well.

._._.

The harsh light flashed into his face. Leo woke up with a dramatic gasp. Peaceful sleep ripped away from him in an instant. The light blinded him. It took a few moments of desperately blinking away the spots in his vision.

"Well well well."

Leo managed to look up and was faced with the back of his baby brother. He was standing with his hands neatly clasped behind his back and staring off into the pitch black room.

It was then that Leo became aware that he was currently tied up with Mikey's chains. He was chained against his brother's bed's headboard.

"Mikey!" Leo gasped, "What the hell!"

Mikey turned around slowly as he removed his sunglasses that he was wearing. His face stern and rigid. "I just have a few questions for you. If you cooperate, then this shouldn't be too bad."

"What?" Leo said incredulously but he was very much trapped in the chains. He couldn't move his legs or arms, at the most he could kinda sway to side to side.

Mikey slammed his hand against the headboard just beside his head. "This is serious!"

Leo gave him the exact response that demand deserved: a sassy side eye.

"Yesterday, I ordered a large pizza. Jellybeans, jalapenos, pineapple and spicy sausage." He spoke nostalgically. "But I didn't feel well. The pizza was to cheer myself up from feeling sick but eating it didn't make me feel good."

"Okaaaay?" Of course Leo remembered this. Mikey had been off all day and he had even been the one to grab the pizza off the delivery guy when it arrived.

"And I put it away in the fridge. To have tomorrow when I felt better."

Mikey crowded even closer to him for a moment, the eye contact intense, before finally backing away again. He cockily moved to sit down on the bed beside him. "And when I got up."

Leo felt a bead of sweat drip down his brow. He never realised his goofball adorable baby brother could be so scary.

"There was only a singular slice left out of the whole. Damn. Pizza.."

Leo tried to push himself away but he couldn't move his legs. "Mikey. Now listen. It wasn't me! You know it wasn't me! I wouldn't touch your pizza!"

Mikey put back on the sunglasses, sticking the sellotape back on so they actually stuck to his face. "I'm sorry, Leo. But I think we're gonna need to talk about this some more."

Leo was nervously sweating buckets at this point. "Mikey, it wasn't me! It definitely wasn't me! H-have you tried asking Donnie? Donnie would know what happened!"

But Mikey paid him absolutely no attention. He examined his nails before holding both his hands out. He raised a brow.

"Mikey! Please! It wasn't me!"

Mikey tutted and pointed one finger out. "If you don't start talking then I'm going to start tickling your side."

Leo lurched forward like the word alone tickled him. "Mikey! Mikey! Please! No! You know it wasn't me!"

Mikey's finger started creeping closer and closer. Still nonchalant. "I'll start with a single finger on your right side. Just scratching along your side. Then I'll start going up and down. If you don't start talking then I'll use my other finger on your other side. Just tickling you with two fingers."

"Mikey!" Leo screeched with a humiliating voice crack.

Yet his finger did land on his side. Leo flinched like he had been electrocuted. "GAH! HAHAHAHAAA!" The singular tickle did not warrant such an explosive laugh but his nerves were screaming just from their quick conversation.

From all the years of 'being taken down a peg or two' by his brothers, never had he been so easily riled up. Never had teasing gotten so quickly to his head.

Mikey's finger stayed in the exact same spot, right in the soft flexible cartilage of his side and gently tickled away. Not ramming his finger into his side painfully like Raph would. Just a gentle consistent itchy tickle that couldn't be ignored.

He threw himself to the side but he didn't get very far. Mikey didn't even blink as he followed him. Bouncing up and down did nothing. He had no choice but to bare the tickle.

"HahhAHAHAH! MIHi! HAHAH! MIKEY! I DOHON'T KNOW ANYTHING HAHAHAHA!"

"Where were you last night then?"

"HAHA! HA! MIHIKEY! EEEEEEE HAHAHAHAAH! CAN'T TALK! HAHAA! YOU'RE TIHI-"

"Aw man, Leo. When did you get this ticklish?" Mikey giggled himself, taking a moment to squeeze both his sides rapidly, absolutely delighting himself in Leo's screechy squeal. "Okay, okay."

The tickling was taken away and Leo could actually breathe again.

Well, in theory. Instead, the giggles never stopped. The ghostly tingling sensation still fluttering away at his side like no one's business. And Mikey was still sitting there and making no move to stop 'interrogating' him. That fact alone was enough to send him spiralling into frantic giggles.

"Where were you last night."

"In my room! In my room! Mihihihi hahaha heh Mikey! You know I wouldn't heh- AH WAIT NO NO NOHAHAHA AHAHAAHAAAAAH AHAAHA!"

Mikey simply raised a non-existant brow. "In your room, huh?"

He had grabbed a hold of his foot and was happily scribbling away as if it was completely normal and Leo was the weird one for losing his mind. His foot totally trapped in Mikey's cradling hold but he could still see Mikey's fingers trace and tickle him. "HAHAHAHAHAAA! MIKEY! HAHAHAAH! IT'S THE TRUHUTH! PLEAHAHAHAAHAHAAA!"

"You see, Leo, I just don't think I believe you," Mikey said conversationally as if he wasn't making Leo lose his sanity one tickling trace at a time, "You see, I have it on good authority that you weren't in your bedroom last night."

"DOHOHONNIE'S A SNITCH!" He shrieked out without thinking, the tickling corroding his ability to think.

The tickling halted. Didn't withdraw. But his hand stopped mid motion of raking down his sole. "So you admit it!" Mikey yelled before leaping forward and squeezing his sides like his life depended on it.

Leo bucked so hard he thought he heard the bedboard creak. But he still didn't break free. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! AAAAAH! HAHAHAHAHA! MI-HAHAHAHAHA!"

"ADMIT IT!" Mikey screamed, just absolutely beaming with happiness.

Leo shook his head madly as if that would constitute denying the allegations. He was laughing too hard to really say anything and Mikey was now too lost in the ler-sauce to stop tickling home.

Both of them broke free from their stalemate when there was a harsh knock on the door.

"Michelangelo. Stop tormenting your brother. I believe it was Icecream Kitty who took the pizza anyway. Training in ten minutes," Splinter lied.

Leo gasped desperately as Mikey pulled away.

"No," He whispered horrified, "There's no way. After all we had been through... Icecream Kitty...."

He was snapped out of his sorrow when Leo tried kicking him with his foot. "Let me go, Mikey!"

"Haha, oops? At least Sensei told us before I could interrogate Raph."

[luckycharms1701]

Bay turtles getting a surprise bouquet of their favorite flowers for the first time? (Don’t ask how reader knows, they got that info from a certain rat)

whoops you tapped into an interest of mine and i just spent an hour and a half solidifying my headcanons for their favorite flowers

anyway this is amazing anon-chan i love love love flowers and giving them and these boys deserve so many flowers

(just so you know, these blurbs take place pre-relationship, but like barely)

Leonardo

You immediately resolve to do this as often as possible when you see the look on Leo's face. He reaches out and gently fingers one of the blood red petals of the dahlias you're offering him. "These for me?" His voice is wondering, causing an ache deep in your chest. You push them a bit closer to him with a soft smile.

His hand cups yours as he pulls them (and you) closer to him. He buries his face in the flowers for a moment. When he lifts his head, you are arrested by the intense expression on his face. In the same way he gently touched the dahlia petal, Leo gently touches your face, cups your cheek. "Thank you," he breathes.

Raphael

Raph huffs and squints at you suspiciously. "This some kinda joke?" You roll your eyes and push the pink irises into his plastron. When you go to let go of the bouquet, however, his hand comes up and traps yours with the flowers against him. He looks down at the flowers and breathes in deeply. You can't smell much from the delicate flowers, but you suppose that he can.

He looks back up at you and tilts his head, contemplative. Your lips twitch at how cute the motion is, and his gaze zeroes in on the movement. You feel Raph's fingers tighten around yours before he deliberately relaxes them. A rare bashful smile spreads across his face as he meets your eyes once more. "Thanks, doll."

Donatello

"Ah, celosia! These are my favorite! How did you know?" Donnie gives a pleased chirp as he studies the blooms you shove into his face.

You smirk as you press the bouquet into his hands. "Wouldn't you like to know."

He turns his chair around, gaze still on the flowers, and stands almost uncomfortably in your space. You hold your ground. His eyes flick up to yours, and a small, smug smile spreads across his face. He shuffles the tiniest bit closer to you. You gulp but continue to hold your ground. "Oh," Donnie begins in a low, silken voice, "I would like to know. And we both know that I will find out. Don't we?" He steps back and turns to look for a vase. "Thank you for the flowers," he throws over his shoulder towards your trembling form, "they're very nice!"

Michelangelo

Not even the stars in the sky can match the sparkle in Mikey's eyes. "You got these for me?" You grin as you present the marigolds to him with a little 'ta da!'. The both of you start to laugh as he picks you up and twirls you around, flowers and all. When he sets you down, your smile gets small and shy as you hand the marigolds to him.

He takes them reverently. Then he leans forward and kisses your cheek. He leans back, takes in your reaction, and kisses the other cheek, lingering just a little longer. When Mikey pulls back the second time, he hovers for just a moment over your lips before pulling back. You feel the hand that is not holding the flowers brush against your own. "Thank you sooooo much angel! Marigolds are my favorite!"

[mightyanxiety]

*waddles into your inbox and awkwardly holds out a small bouquet of pink roses and hydrangeas with a sheepish smile*

Um h-howdy. I discovered your art through the Yeehaw Peepaw tags and I just had to say that your art has completely left me speechless. It’s such a delicate and soft style that somehow still manages to pack a punch that leaves me with a gaping mouth because of how incredible spectacular it is.

Like it’s so refreshing and ✨aLiVe✨ that I just want to reach through your pages and pinch the turtles boys cheeks they are just so positively darling. Looking at your heart is lowkey like…healing? In a way? So delightfully aesthetically pleasing, and so I wanted to give you these flowers as a form of appreciation. Because you make such pretty art, I feel like you deserve something pretty too. Pink roses represent sweetness, appreciation, and admiration. While hydrangeas represent abundance, heartfelt emotion, and gratitude. I sincerely hope wherever you are tonight that you realize you’re making a difference because of what you create and you’ve sincerely touched my heart because of it. You’re doing a great job honey and I just wanted to let you know! ✨🧡

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[hotsoupthemusical]

Why Lou?

I'm assuming you're referring as to why this musical is centered around Lou Jitsu?

In all honesty, all the credit goes to a post I came across while casually going about my day. I was in need of a project to hyperfixate on, and to just keep myself busy!

But on the other hand, I've always had a sort of soft spot for rise!Splinter.

Yes, he can be a terrible father, at times even neglectful, but I feel it just adds to the charm of the show itself. Many people hated on Rise of the TMNT for being different from other iterations because of the vibrant colors, and the artstyle, and especially the characters.

I know the basic "people hate the turtles because they're different," but I don't see enough people including the fact that a huge part of why RotTMNT is hated on is because of this iteration's version Splinter.

Calling him a lousy father and master, rise!Splinter has gotten a lot of hate, and I'll be the first to admit that, yes, he does deserve some of it, but I can sympathize with him.

Not only did he watch his mother "die" as a child [when he was probably around the age of six or seven mind you], he had to grow up on his own.

Later he chose to chase after his dreams of becoming a Hollywood star, even if it meant leaving his childhood behind. I know some people call him rude or heartless for leaving Grandpa Sho so easily, but if I speak anymore about their relationship I might end up going on a rant that spoils the whole musical-

Afterwards he finds that the woman he loves is not even human, gets down on one knee only, to get rejected, kidnapped, and forced to fight to the death!

And after all of that, he's kidnapped once more and has his DNA stolen, which is used in an experiment without his consent, and then out of no where, with no warning whatsoever, he's a father of four!

After all of this, I wouldn't blame him for wanting to take things easy.

Sure, yes, he was a terrible dad, but he changes. He grows as a character, and it's evident throughout the series [Might touch this topic some other day] as he grows to accept his ancestry as a part of him, and if this isn't enough to make you want to produce a whole musical, I don't know what is. /lh

[pantheracatluv1105]

Nerdy prudes must die thoughts warning random Spoilers Read at your own risk these were just my thoughts as I watched

Opening scene makes me think tinkys gonna be the baddie this time around he's one of the most sadistic

Lots of little nods to nightmare time with the night hawks and grace chastity back again

Corey and Mariah being a father daughter duo again! slaps! Also the fact that she put her hand between her phone and a literal hammer and it seemed like something a teen would actually do ha scary how realistic that part was

Corey as Jason is fucken hilarious as the one nice himbo in the group of dumb jocks

BUTT STUFF BUTTER I MEAN BUTTER

The Cackle from the audience made my night

Dirty girl is gonna be stuck in my head for weeks but I won't be able to sing it out loud

The collective aww when poor Pete came out with that black eye so sweet starkid is really good at getting you invested in their characters

Angela as grace chastity is the best I love her she's so horrible and amazing

Did they name the Whalen house after Kim??

Kudos to the choreograper they are amazing and I love it so much just little moves that just really establish character I love the heart it brings

"Am i reading as ghost or Lin Manuel Miranda"

oh fuck the homeless man reference definitely foreshadowing for twinky stuff being afoot maybe hopefully

Max is so dumb I love/hate him

Soo so so dumb

Boo hoo bitch haaaaaaa

Oooooh is max gonna haunt them !!!!

Kill count 💀 1

Bury the body also slaps and I also can't sing this in public without getting looks

Pete and Steph are cute together

Things are looking up but I don't think this is gonna last for long

Ooh the Clydesdale vs Hatchetfeild rivalry still going strong

On noooooooo he's gonna die he's alone !!!!!!! Never be alone in a horror musical the ohh no from the audience as they caught in too

Smoke club reference 👌😎 👌

The score holy fuck it hits I'm not a loser

Nightmare time theme wooo

Kill count 💀 2

The chair kick chefs kiss immaculate

Turtle Lauren 🐢 🐢 🐢

Ma brarbaque

The audiences reactions are one of the best parts of this

Ruuuuth why you gotta go by yourself love the solo but ya should've gone home with the rest of them

Also Lauren slays have I mentioned that she's amazing The whole cast is but I've always had a soft spot for her

The sadistic head pats ha

Kill count 💀 3

Kim's screams 😱 😍

Oh shitttttttttttttt the cop lady!! She's figuring shit out

Ballet flats and a gun 🔫 grace chastity people

PAUL AND EMMA PAUL AND EMMA PAUL AND EMMA!!!!!! MY BELOVEDS

Joey as hot chocolate boiiiiiiii

Sells women shoe- shoes Joey's little flub was hilarious

Steph being every lesbians dream

Also Steph and Pete's chemistry is adorable

LEAVE ROOM FOR JESUS

Good luck getting a hold of her Does your phone plan cover calls to hell She's bisexual and dead where else would she be.

Holy fuck love that line I need that on a tshirt

Who am I...flops

Ohh shit what is up with that house 🏠 😳

Chairs clinking in the dark

Ooh church of the starry children were bringing it back love me some Lore drops

You can't touch him but he can touch you audience cackles

Ooooooooooooooooh THE BLACK BOOK MORE LORE!!!!!

Ooooooooooooh tinky tinky tinky time

I beg to differ bitch

Kill count 💀 5

Should stayed in Chicago cop lady

Kill count 💀 6 maybe?????

Love the lighting BTW the sound and lighting guys deserve all the praise

Who knows what kinda doors were gonna open

Singing the lords in blacks names dang I'm gonna need to memorize

WIGGGLYYYYYYY

The lords in black all together ❤️ love them

Pallywalls I guess it's not just tinky this time

The phone she cherishs it above all else haaa

Ooooooohhh nooooooooo she wants Pete nononononononononononononon

Pay the price or fuck off

Fuck she's gonna kill him nooooooo

I'm into you steph awwww I'm gonna cry 😢

The purple light is blinky still watching 👀??

They could have gone to homecoming together 😢😫

So you do know the Bible

Danmmm grace chastity lines all fucken slap

The slow step forward I love max the evil himbo ❤️

Grace is having sex with a fucken ghost 👻

The jump up on the bleachers he's amazing

So we get a happy ending I guess????

Awwwww Pete and Steph they did make it to homecoming after all

Kill count 💀 is 5 after all the cop lady survived

Love the homecoming number

Oh shittttttttt grace has gone off the rails love that for her

Welp it's done and I loved it

[totally-a-different-person]

and if i request another paultryk one

well I mean, with the way things work around here I think you know what would happen, we've settled into a comfortable formula, you should have figured this out by now (nsft past this point)

"Alright I trust you have things handled then" red leader said with a smile, glancing at Paul and just nodding before leaving Pat's workshop, shutting the door behind himself. Patrick sighed softly before groaning once he left, making Paul frown slightly. He had come to him with another thing that needed fixing, it just felt like the list got longer and longer and he would have three more projects that needed doing before he could finish his current one. Paul stood up and walked over, leaning on him. He was worried about his boyfriend, he worked to much, but its not like it was totally his fault, he was the best mechanic they had after all.

"You should take a break" He reached down and intertwined their fingers looking up at him. Pat couldn't help but smile a little looking at his lover, but sadly he couldn't "I'm sorry but I'm swamped right now, I really shouldn't." He huffed a bit, letting his hand go and wrapping his arm around him "Come on let me take care of you! You deserve some time off" The taller sighed "I really wish I could but I don't wanna fall behind, if you want I can try to stop early tonight?" He offered, honestly feeling a tiny bit guilty. He did want to go spend time with Paul, he just had work to do. Paul frowned a little more, then he got an idea. One that would not only include him getting some... "quality time" with his boyfriend which would have sold the plan on it's own, but it would also almost definitely convince him to take some time off afterwards and relax some.

He gently rubbed Pat's side with his thumb "That would be great but it's alright, I can just take care of you some right now" He purred kissing Pat's cheek then neck, making the younger man blush pretty deep. "What...?" "Come on, we'll be quick, you've been working so hard, you deserve to feel good" He nipped at the skin a bit, sort of moving Pat to have him back against the table so Paul was in front of him, the polish man seeming very flustered. The way his partner spoke was as if he was just telling him he would get him some tea. Paul reached sort of around him to clear some room on the desk as he pressed their lips together before Pat could argue or speak at all really.

The mechanic melted into the kiss though, letting Paul lean over him a bit as he wrapped his arms around his partner. He couldn't help it, he was weak to the brunettes lips. Paul let his hand wander up under Pat's sweater and shirt to hold and rub his side. The other one first went up to the back of his neck, holding it for a moment before tangling his fingers in his hair and holding tight. He kissed down his jawline and tugged his hair making him yelp and tilt his head back so Paul had access to his neck. He shivered and groaned as he felt the other gently pulling at the brown locks while marking him up, stretching out his turtle neck.

He took his hand out of Pat's sweater and opening up his belt and taking it off. "P-paul~" he breathed gripping the pilot's shoulders tighter as he let go of his hair and lifted the sweater all he way up to kiss down his chest. Paul listened to the huffs and soft moans of his partner while he made marks on his sides down his v line. Patrick's voice sounded so sweet like this, he never sounded like that any other time, only when Paul was touching him and taking care of him, he loved that. He loved it because it ment he knew for a fact he was the only one that got to hear it.

He unbuckled and pulled down his bottoms, right away being greeted with Pat's almost fully hard cock. The taller blushed deeply, now just holding onto the side of the table behind him as he bit his lip. Paul gently kissed it from the base up to the tip before taking it into his mouth. A full body shiver followed as pat felt the wet heat surround his member, giving a muffled moan into his hand as the other gipped the table tighter. "P-paul~" he groaned, instead grabbing onto his own sweater now. The bushy eyebrowed man grinned, taking more gagging slightly and making Pat moan loudly. With no warning he came in Paul's mouth, panting softly and drooling, gripping the front off his turtle neck tight as well as the desk. Once Paul swallowed he pulled off, panting softly under his breath as he fully removed Pat's pants and pushed him back on the table electing a yelp from the taller, being quite hasty about it.

The polish man was still panting softly as Paul quickly undid his belt, taking it off and his pants as well. He opened up one of the drawers and spent only a few moments searching for a bottle of lubricant, pulling it out and opening it up. He put some on his thumb as he had Pat spread his legs, gently rubbing it against his hole, making him gasp softly. He didn't bother prepping him, lubbing himself up and pressing it in slowly. Pat gave a long moan as he felt the familier mass inside him, panting softly with shakey breathes. He stopped for a moment once it was all the way in, letting him adjust a bit. He gently tangled his fingers in his lover's hair and kissed his neck as he slowly started moving.

As he sped up Patrick didn't have the mind to try to be quiet, too distracted and caught up with the pleasure. Paul however, as much as he loved doing things like this he didn't want either of them to get fired so he hushed Pat with a kiss that he was more than happy to return, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's neck. As one of Paul's hands came down to gently stroke his cock he gave a muffled, high pitched moan and held him tighter, his peak beginning to build again. They both panted as the kiss broke, the shirter hiding his face in Pat's neck as he got harder, chasing his own orgasm as well at this point as he could feel it just out of reach.

"Fuck- Paul please!~ So so close please don't stop~" he mindlessly babbled as his lover pounded into him, gripping the back of his sweater tight. He was trying his best to stay together but Paul thrust especially deep and it pressed into his sweet spot, almost immediately pushing him over the edge. He came hard on his own stomach and the pilot's hand with a loud moun. Paul only managed a few more thrusts with how tight he had gotten before climaxing as well, slowly stopping as they both panted, faces flushed and sweaty. But, little did Pat know, the brunete's plan had gone perfectly because he knew he would want to take a break now, and he would get to take care of him.

The taller happily accepted the affection as Paul gently kissed his neck and face, offering a few kisses of his own. After a few more moments like that he pulled out, shuddering slightly before helping Pat back into his pants. "Come back to the room, it can just be for a little while if you want, I'll help you get cleaned up then we can take a nap" He asked softly resting his head on Pat's shoulder. He sighed softly but nodded "ok... yeah. That sounds nice."

[flyinghome-againstthewind]

Your top 5 JxC scenes from The Outlander ?

Hi there! So sorry I have been sitting on this for forever. It is a struggle for me to pick my favorite of anything usually so I just couldn't make up my mind 😅 So this is like, my top 5 JxC scenes from Outlander that immediately come to mind (and in no particular order!)!

This will not be shocking to anyone, but the scene in 2x06 where they're cuddling in bed and talking sweetly to each other and Jamie feels Faith kick. That whole scene is so tender and lovely and just 🥺🥺🥺!!

The 5x11 window scene. They're so MARRIT in that scene, I actually cannot stand it �� It has everything! Jamie waking up immediately bc Claire is not beside him! Going after her bc gotta make sure wifey is okay! Their entire exchange leading up to "your special perfume??"! Claire with the butt smack! The way Jamie is so upset with himself when he says "You wanted me and I fell asleep without touching you, I'm sorry"! The way that Claire's voice gets all soft when she says "you were tired..."! 😭 Jamie making it up to his wife for falling asleep without touching her!!!

I'm cheating and saying all of their scenes together in The Wedding. This is like my ultimate comfort episode because so much of it is simply Jamie and Claire being adorable and falling hopelessly in love with their new spouse, and there is almost no drama or danger or other plots in that episode. I just love newlywed JC so much 🥹🥰

THE DEVIL’S MARK!!! 😭 Claire trusting Jamie and telling him the truth and him believing her even if he doesn’t understand it. That’s love!!! I lose my mind every time I watch that scene!!

As much as I love A. Malcolm, I think I gotta go with the turtle soup scene in 3x11. I love drunk, flirty, giggly Claire with my whole heart, and after all the shit they've been through, they deserve to be silly and horny together!! Also Jamie not being able to administer the shot bc he cannot hurt Claire 😭🥰

[dawnswine]

WHAT DO YOU GET FOR a man that has everything? It’s a question that has haunted her for well over a month. Weeks of excruciating pondering entertaining and then eliminating every possibility for something that could convey the sheer level of sentiment she wanted to offer him without making things awkward. They’ve been making progress in recent weeks, back to speaking in more than just clipped sentences. Finally sharing deeper conversations than idle small talk or matters of state. It’s a fragile state of progress she doesn’t want to disrupt…and yet, he deserves everything she can possibly give. 

It isn’t diamonds or pearls, or any treasured trinket that she bestows upon him in the half light of a setting sun. The day is almost over and she’s running out of time, but bathed in the quiet solitude of soft light and softer hearts, Jean has finally steeled her nerve enough to find herself in his presence. ❝’luc?❞ With affectionate fondness his name carries her own warm inflection as her palms extend forth to offer him a package wrapped in shades of green and white. 

❝I know this isn’t quite so grand as you perhaps deserve, and you don’t have to use it, it’s okay…❞ Cryptically she babbles with an unprecedented sense of nervousness, fingertips reaching upwards to toy with the small silver turtle that now hangs around her neck once the package is safely within his hands. Within the layers of immaculate paper, there is a scarf decked out in scarlet and gold, lovingly (and painstakingly) crafted by her own hand, amid far too many late nights. 

When the gift is unveiled, the blonde sheepishly shuffles, fingers reaching forth to tuck her hair behind her ears as she tries to rationalise the…gift she bestowed upon him. ❝I learnt to knit just for you…or tried to, it’s a little wonky in places, because I kept losing count of the stitches, but it’s warm, and it’s soft and… ❞ The way she trails off is adorably self-conscious, her eyes deviating from his face as she wrestles with her own miniature monologue to try and justify why she had done this and not just given him something simple, like a watch or a book. 

Pausing to take a deep breath, the Acting Grand Master exhaled slowly, that cool outflow of air as calming and courage building as she can possibly surmise. ❝…I wanted to give you something else too. ❞ One step guides her forwards and then another, hesitation present in the way her fingertips hover beside his neck without ever touching, even as those heeled feet rise up onto her tiptoes. ❝…❞ Wordlessly she offers him a second gift, saccharine lips pressing to his own without further explanation. It’s neither chaste nor carnal, both simple and complex, but there is sentiment to be found in the taste of her lips. Sentiment and sanctuary that he has unreservedly earned.

❝Happy Solstice, Diluc. ❞

a myriad of opulent things, delicate, porcelain vases, silverware that had been burnished until it shone, remnants of his father’s time in the manor. It was to have everything but also, have nothing in the same breath. healing was an arduous passage, sorrow was etched deep into the crevices of his being, hollowing the cadence of his voice, jading the flames of his eyes - but she too, ached so deeply for what had been lost. he had been selfish, ignorant to the hands which reached for him, recoiling at his bursque words and austerity. diluc’s atonement could not be a prayer of forgiveness, it had to be of his own actions, to close the distance that had come to separate them. she was cute. It was in the way her words became interwove to incoherence, her cheeks dusted with the softest hint of roseate. the sentiment felt foreign, in their times as children he had always admired her gallantry, in the striking way her blonde hair would be tucked behind her ear in triumph. perhaps, she had always been cute.  “ i am barely deserving of a gift from the grand master herself.” and yet he accepts, the tips of their fingers brush, lingering against one another for a moment. carefully, he unveils the gift. It was scarlet & gold in all its grandeur, the outcroppings of wool she christened wonky made him smile, a sort of subtle response, solely for her.  “ knowing you have taken the time to make something for me -  to harness a skill.”  he lowered his head a little, an almost bow, before swathing it around his throat. It was soft, so much so that he felt he could sink into solace encompassed by it.  “  I am grateful ,  it’s wonderful jean.” He was undeserving of her gifts & yet resplendent as she strode the distance between them steeling her resolve for the sake of their moment, a quiet, cherished thing for the two of them alone. svelte fingers almost reach for the scarf, in all its elegant hues it contrasts her, she almost hesitates and he can feel it because his heart beats in tandem with hers, the same unease settled between the ridges of his chest. They would lose their chance once more if they were to succumb to such notions of fear. Jean kisses him & it’s the disclosure of all that she held close to her heart, the immensity of their yearning, the despondence that festered at the others departure. he had never felt himself a man of audacity & yet his arms fit, flush to her waist, drawing her a little closer. It was a sentiment that he returned, a confession that needed no words. He rested his forehead against hers, thumb idling against the hem of her shirt; he was smiling, subtle, yet undeniable. “ and to you,  jean.”  he murmured, closing his eyes.  “  happy solstice.”