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Lazy Night with Comic Books (18+)

Mirage!Donatello x reader

A/N: Just a little something to get me back into the flow of writing😎

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Sex, idk😂

Lazy nights with Donatello was an absolute rarity. It was hard enough to get him to stay that night as it was, but a night where you and him could just lay around and do absolutely nothing, not having to worry about anything, just enjoying each other’s presence was a rare yet much enjoyed activity between the two of you.

Donnie and his brothers had a pretty tight schedule. Master Splinter had everything planned out, with strict training, ever since they had been nothing but turtle babies. And with dangers lurking around every corner in the dark and grimy parts of New York City. So when Donnie finally had the time to come over and stay with you, you and him made sure to enjoy your time together, getting up to things that the two of you both liked. Like you were doing right now, laying on your stomach on your bed with a open comic book laid out before you, your legs of your naked bottom half closed together between Donnie’s legs, his long and thick member slotted between your thighs, reaching deep within you with each subtle clap of his lower plastron against the bouncy flesh of your back side.

Donnie’s was neither too fast nor too slow. It was just at a point where you could concentrate on the comic book in front of you if you wanted to, but with Donnie’s heavy breathing in your ear, the feeling of his member filling you out so well, bringing you small bursts of pleasure whenever it softly nudged at your sweet spot, you decided to switch your brain off, your hands letting go of the comic in order to grab onto the bed sheet underneath.

Donnie chuckled when he noticed you slowly lowering your head, biting your lower lip as small sounds escaped you.

“What’s up? Not in the mood for reading anymore?”, he asked softly into your ear, his breath fanning across the side of your head.

You wanted to say something catchy, maybe even sassy, matching the energy your lover was throwing your way. But as soon as you opened your mouth, you let out a small pathetic moan, letting Donnie know exactly where your head was at.

Donnie let out another laugh, letting one arm sneak under you while the other grabbed a hold of the comic, closing it before tossing it to the side, his thrusts never once breaking their rhythm. “What to continue with something else?”

“Anything with you”, you were able to let out, as the hand that had tossed the comic away came to your face, softly stroking your cheek.

Donnie hummed, lovingly snuggling his snout against the side of your face. “Good thing we finally got a whole night”, Donnie said, his thrust becoming teasingly slow, letting you know that he was up to something. “Because I’m going to completely ruin”.

And with that, Donnie did a sudden hash and fast buckle against you, causing you to let out a loud moan, grabbing onto Donnie’s arm for support. Donnie chuckled once more, before doing another fast thrust into you, followed by several more, letting you know exactly how well he was going to ruin you that night.

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Just Friends (Angst) (Slight 18+)

Mirage!Raphael x reader

A/N: Just an idea I’ve been playing around with for some time. It has a pretty open and maybe even a bit sad ending, because that’s what I felt like today, lol😂❤️

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Mentioning of sex, conflicting emotions, fear of loss, failed discussions about relationship titles, unconfessed feelings.

It started out as a distraction. A way for Raphael to forget the cruel world around him and his brothers. A way for him to get some much needed release of his pent up frustrations, that just wouldn’t leave his body, no matter how hard he trained, or how hard he punched a Foot ninja.

It started one night when he came to your apartment, looking for you, one his best friends, who was filling to leant him an ear, so he could ramble out about his anger and all of his fears, along with the things that was building up, only making him more stressed and upset. But that night was different. Raph was more than stressed and angry. He was shaky, unsure of himself, and he wanted nothing more than for you to listen to him, and maybe even hug him. Anything to release the burden that had been put on his shoulders.

Once at your place, sitting with you on your couch, he told you everything. Master Splinter had decided it was time to exact revenge on Oroku Saki, the Shredder, and has tasked Raphael with delivering the message the next day.

Raph had been training for his all his life. He had always known this day would come, yet he was nervous, with an unease growing inside of him. Raphael was scared.

It was during this emotional confession, that something snapped inside of Raph. He wasn’t sure where it came from, but as soon as Raph had admitted to his fears, his lips were one yours in a heated feverish kiss, your tongues clashing together in a sloppy dance, with lewd sounds escaping both of your mouths. That night Raph fucked you into pillows of your couch, pounding out everything that had build up inside of him, replacing it with immense pleasure for both of you.

The next night, after having delivered the message to the Shredder, Raph came to your apartment through the window once again. Once entering through your window, he said nothing. He did not answer your question of how it went, instead he pulled you in for another kiss, just as heated as the night before, this time moving the two of you into your bedroom. And from that point, it kept going, almost every other night when Raph would feel some sort of overwhelming feeling. Even the night before, and the night after Raph and his brothers battle against the Shredder, he came to your apartment, seeking out a moment of pleasure to work through his thoughts, or maybe even leave them behind for a moment.

But even though you and Raph’s friendship took a physical turn, there was no admission of any feelings. Raph never gave any notice of any feelings towards you, and you never gave any notice for any feelings towards Raph. And neither did the two of you let Raph’s family know what you got up to. Whenever they would ask what you had been up to, you and Raph would answer with a simple “just talking”.

But as time went on, you couldn’t stop your mind from racing, bringing up one question after another. Were you into Raph? Was he into you? Were you two a thing now? Did Raph think you two were a thing? Or were you just hoping for Raph to think so? And as Raph came over one more night, those thoughts ran through your head, only giving you peace for a moment, when Raph descended upon you with open mouth kisses, and firm hands grabbing onto your thighs, carrying you to your bed with the intention of rocking your world yet another night. And so he did, like he did any other night.

That night, Raph brought you one earthquaking orgasm after another with nothing but his tongue, leaving you whimpering in pleasure, unable to string together a full sentence. Raph had simply growled at this, before turning you over on your stomach, forcing you up on your knees, before slamming his member into you, holding your arms up behind your back, using your own weight to bounce back against him. The loud slapping for your skin echoing through the room, with nothing but Raph’s names leaving your lips.

It didn’t take long in this position, before both you and Raph came, collapsing onto the bed, breathing heavily in order to catch your breath. You turned onto your side to face Raph, your legs shaking as you moved, having gotten weak from Raph’s hard thrusting. Raph was already getting comfortable on your bed, offering you part of the blacket he had already draped over himself. You took the offer, sliding under the blanket, trying not to make your weak legs hurt more than they already did.

“Ya okay?”, Raph asked, noticing you wince as you moved.

“Yeah”, you said, biting back a pained sound as you flopped down next to him. “Just well spent”.

Raph chuckled with a smug smile, placing his hands behind his head, resting back against your pillow with a satisfied self pleased sound. “What can I say? I got skills”.

You chuckled along, always having found Raph’s comments entertaining. But your chuckles soon died out, when you remembered the many concerns that had been plaguing your mind. You took another look at Raph, seeing how he had closed his eyes, most likely trying to relax enough, until he would fall asleep. You bite the inside of your cheek, thinking of the questions that had been going through your head, finally deciding to have a talk with Raph about it. He was your friend after all.

“Uhm… Raph”, you started, playing with your fingers as you started to get nervous.

“Yeah?”, Raph asked, still not opening his eyes, looking as peaceful as ever.

“If you don’t mind me asking”, you said, taking a moment to think through your next words, causing Raph to open his eyes, only to be shocked at your next words. “What are we?”

Raph was somewhat shocked by your question. It was not one he had thought you would ask him. He would be lying if he said he had never thought about it, but it certainly wasn’t something he felt ready to think more about.

“We’re friends, aren’t we, (Y/N)?”, he answered confusedly with a question of his own, feeling a slight fear grow inside of him. This was definitely not a conversation he felt ready for.

“Okay, so we are friends with benefits?”, you asked, causing a slight reaction of disdain from Raphael. That was not a title he liked, especially not with you. You were his best friend, and worth so much more. But the “friends with benefits” title sounded demeaning to him, like he thought you were something else than a friend of his.

“(Y/N), why are we talking about this?”, Raph asked, sitting up straight, a slight look of irritation written over his face. “I don’t see you as a “friends with benefits”, so why are you asking?”

“Then what do you see me as?”, you asked, growing slightly irritated yourself. “I’m asking because I don’t know. I can’t read your mind”.

Raph’s mind was racing. He came to you, who he would consider his best friend, for support and a place he could relax his mind. Sure, your friendship had taken a drastic physical turn, but he was not ready to have this kind of conversation, especially not when he did not know what tomorrow would bring, or if the nature of his dangerous and strange life would even let him survive for that long. This was not what he needed right now.

“I have to go”, was all Raph said, before getting up from the bed, heading towards your window, ignoring your shocked expression.

“What the hell, Raph?!”, you asked, moving yourself to the edge of the bed, letting the blanket fall from your naked body. “You can’t just leave like that!”

“Yes I can”, Raph said, opening your window before swinging a leg out on your fire escape.

“Please, Raph”. Your whimpering came as a surprise to both you and Raph. Neither of you and expected such a pained plea to leave your body. “Why can’t you tell me?”

Raph swallowed, before looking at you for a moment, his throat growing a little tighter at the side of you, naked on your bed, fighting tears that was pushing from behind your eyes. It was heartbreaking. Raph felt horrible, like he had hurt you on purpose.

“I don’t know”, Raph said, feeling his mouth dry out. “I need time to think. See you around, (Y/N)”. And with those words he left out of your window, climbing your fire escape before running over the roof, heading towards the lair. He felt a pain in his heart, remembering your pained expression when he disappeared out the window, wishing to do nothing more, than to return to you, and give in to all the feelings that had been going through him, ever since he first realized his growing feelings for you. But Raph wasn’t ready. He simply wasn’t in a state, where he trusted himself enough to take your relationship any further. He feared hurting you, and he feared losing you. He feared that if something were to happen to him, you would be pained. Or that something would happen to you, do to what his father had trained him for. So for the moment being, you were just friends. When Raph’s brothers asked, he would always answer the same. Just friends. Just friends till he finally wasn’t scared anymore.

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Clash of Priorities (Angst) (Slight 18+)

Mirage!Leonardo x reader

A/N: I’ve wanted to do something with the Mirage boys for some time now, and I decided to kick the weekend of with a short one with Leo💙

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Warnings: Mentioning of sex, but nothing graphic.

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Priorities was something Leonardo often found himself measuring. Weighting them up against each other, basing his decisions on much more than his own wants and needs, but the protection of his family. And for that reason the disciplined and steadfast leader of the ninja turtles, found that his dedication to his duty often tested the boundaries of his personal life.

Amidst the chaos of battling against nefarious villains, Leonardo found solace in the company of a remarkable individual - you. A human he had met without the knowledge of his father and brothers, intending to keep you a secret, both for you and his family’s protection. Yet your presence brought a sense of tranquility to his tumultuous life, a gentle reminder of the humanity he fought to preserve amidst the chaos of their world.

It had started out innocently enough. Leonardo had saved you from one of the many dangers of the street, before making sure you got home safely. That turned into him coming to your apartment at least once a week, making sure you were okay. That continued for several weeks, until you finally invited the mutant into your apartment. And as if fate had wanted it, that night ended up with you and Leonardo making out on your couch, followed by him rocking your world in your bed.

Leonardo would visit you as often as possible, whenever his chaotic life allowed it, as soon, whatever connection you had formed started to develop. You never put a label on it, as a label meant another responsibility for Leonardo to look after. A responsibility he might not live long enough to see come to fruition. But he still cared for you, deeply. And though he never brought you to meet any of his family members, he told you about them. Their small arguments and his strong love for them, and how strongly he felt for the duties his Master Splinter had put upon him.

Leonardo enjoyed every moment he spent with you. His only complaint was that he wished he could do it more often. Feel your flesh and your breath as you called out his name, your nails clawing down his arms. How you hugged him tightly in every way possible, begging him to bring you the high that only he could give you. And then, after bringing you both the pleasure you had been seeking since you last saw each other, you would rest in each other’s arms, and tell one another about all the things that had weighed you down. It was something that Leonardo looked forward to everyday. With every tiring battle, with every drop of blood dripping from his katana, and with every ache of his muscles, Leonardo wished for the day he could see your face and feel your body again, calming down his strained mind.

However, as the battles grew more intense with time, Leonardo's commitments to his duties as leader began to strain his relationship with you. The constant demands of protecting the city left little time for personal connections, and Leonardo found himself torn between his responsibilities as a ninja and his desire to nurture his bond with you. He often found that he missed the feeling of your skin against his under your warm covers, and the silky smooth fabric of your sheets. Your lips against each other’s, and the sweet relief you provided him, along with a short peaceful moment. The two of you soon found that you had to wait weeks before you could see each other again, and that was what drained Leonardo the most.

One fateful evening, as Leonardo returned to your place after one particularly grueling mission. He found you waiting for him on your couch, covered in a warm blanket, greeting him with a smile. However the smile faltered when you saw the expression on his face. The weariness etched into his features did not escape your notice as you approached him, concern lacing your voice.

"Leo, you look exhausted", you remarked softly, reaching out to gently brush your hand against his arm. "What happened tonight?"

Leonardo sighed, his gaze drifting away as he struggled to find the words to express the turmoil raging within him. It had been so long since he last saw you, and right now he just wanted to forget all the things he had been through since the last time. 

"I... I don't really want to talk about it, (Y/N)", he simply said, leaving you staring at him with a stunned expression.

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, understanding the weight of his burden all too well. Yet you could not help feel a slight pain in your chest, like his words had just jabbed you straight in the heart, leaving a small indent.

"Leo”, you said, bringing your hand to his face. “I know how important your duty is to you, but you can't keep sacrificing your own well-being for the sake of others. You need to find a balance, for your own sake as well as ours".

The tension between you hung thick in the air, a silent testament to the conflicting emotions swirling within both of you. You could almost see the emotions and thoughts as they went through his head. Leonardo's eyes met yours, his expression a mixture of regret and determination.

"I... I'll try, (Y/N). I promise", he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached out to cup your cheek in his hand, his thumb stroking your cheek as he admired your face. The face that he had found himself dreaming about for so many days and nights. "But please, understand that my duty as leader will always come first. I care about you, and I will do everything I can to see you, but it's who I am. It's what I was born to do".

Your heart clenched at his words, a bittersweet reminder of the sacrifices that came with loving a hero like Leonardo. Like he said; it was who he was, and there was no changing that. With a heavy sigh, you leaned into his touch, silently accepting the reality of your situation.

"I know, Leo”, you whispered, your voice tinged with resignation. "I just hope that one day, we can find a way to make it work - together."

And as you stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, you couldn't help but wonder if love was truly enough to bridge the divide between duty and desire in the heart of a hero like Leonardo.

As the night stretched on, the shadows of New York City whispered tales of sacrifice and devotion, a testament to the unwavering courage of those who dared to love in the face of adversity. And amidst it all, you and Leonardo were wrapped up in your sheet, feeling the comfort the two of you had been craving for weeks now, bound by a love that defied the boundaries of your worlds. You knew that it was going to be hard to make this work, but you were willing to try. Even if it meant going weeks before seeing and kissing Leonardo again, you would try. Just like Leonardo was going to try for you, even if other matters were pressing on. You would try for each other.