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@spoopyblues214 tagged me in this and I thought it’d be fun. ☺️

Rules: you will be given a five letter word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

My word is: FIGHT

Fans were ecstatic that there was a famous person like them, not to mention how they found out.

It all started as a normal day in the sewers, well as normal as it can be when you live in the sewers.

“Gender norms?” “Yeah, that. Did I ever tell you humans are weird?” “Every other day.” “Good.”

“How?”, asked Mikey, “You’re like way too nice.”

Tao wore his long reddish hair down with a few braids. Usually, they preferred tying his hair up. Much to Raph’s surprise they wore a really nice dress.

It took way too long to find someone with F. That was like the only one!

So, now for the tagging.

@anyone who wants too…

I don’t have many writing mutuals….

Anyway, your word is: SOUND

how about now?

I love you dearly, whichever fucking dork you are.

I'M TESTING RHIS BECAUSE TUMBLR EMAILED ME AND TOLD ME MY BLOG IS FINE NOW HIIIII I LOVE YOUUUU <3<3<3

What if I kissed your gorgeous face though

IT HEEEE OH I LOVE HIM SO MUUUUCH

hoodieless hemo? hes never in a good mood without it LOL

some phobiaverse donnie and leo doodles, + a phobia!leo funny based on a joke spoopy made that i thought was SO funny

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEA-

HE'S MY BOYFRIEND HE'S MY BOYFRIEND !!!! I LOVE HIM SO; HE IS DEARLY !!!!!

Phobia Leo

PhobiaVerse Leonardo, representative of hemophobia.

(Don't let the silly demeanor fool you—he's the most dangerous of his brothers. He has no other choice if he wants to have any hope of protecting them.)

ive been calling him hunter in my head because. well. he hunts LOL

closeup under the cut!! :3

Weird ass mofo

I bet his bum he dreams of having a girlfriend.. but mutant turtle he is, he'll never meet love and will only dream about it.... literally

Also please please PLEASE if this comic comes off as suggestive or uncomfortable PLEASE NOTIFY ME AND I WILL REMOVE IT. I sometimes can't grasp my mistakes.

bruising bites

yan, dub-con, heed the tags

he takes this opportunity to take care of you.

you're staying over the lair for a few days, waiting for the police to do their business. it's stressful to walk by your neighbour's old flat down the hall and see police tape on the door. raph offered hospitality to you and you agreed on a week or so, which should be plenty of time to let nypd do their thing. your job even let you have a break at the unfortunate circumstance that had taken place.

mikey makes sure to keep you fed and safe the most compared to his brothers. you rarely find yourself going out for the first few days, watching movies with leo or playing video games with donnie. you even find yourself having tea time with raph, having a nice conversation about what's the best way to put someone in a headlock. but mikey tended to pull you close to him the most, letting you try the meals he makes first. letting you curl into him while the two of you comfortably laze on the couch. letting you run your hands along his shoulders. the shivers he gets when the pads of your fingers press a little firmer against his markings. as if you're comparing the texture of them to the rest of his skin.

he can't help it if he turns to kiss you. he can't help it if his hands wander under that sleep shirt you've been wearing around all day. he can't help it if he soaks his shorts grinding against your leg, panting as you make out on the couch. after a moment you push him away, surprised at how things have escalated quickly. you get up from the couch, quickly walking away with a warm face, and you shut yourself off in the guest bedroom, locking the subway door and curling up in bed.

mikey hopes he didn't gross you out. he really hopes you aren't disgusted by him. he had been working so hard to bring you closer, to not let anyone get in the way. he had you in his hands, feeling your flesh, reverently tracing your contours. his heart sank when you ran away from him. it's only right he should chase you down to explain himself, right ? that he adores you. that he would sacrifice anything for you. that he would kill for you. perhaps not that last part, but he knocks on your door regardless and waits for you to open it, coming out with a shy expression on your face. his stomach erupts in butterflies and his heart hurts, attempting to escape its confines.

with a few sweet words you let him in and he has you pinned against the mattress, pyjama bottoms and underwear on the floor, so ready for him to show you how much he adores you. even if you hesitate. even if you clutch his wrists and tell him you might not be ready. he reassures he'd be gentle. he'd be good, so good for you.

the way he kisses down your throat, little nips trailing along your neck. his cloaca pressed up against you while his hands tighten on your hips. he's shaking. he's weak. he's fantasised about this for so long he's starving for it.

the first bite was agonising. the second was electrifying. the third was claiming. his tongue laps at your stinging flesh and his cock drops while you sob, digging your nails into the marks on his shoulders, a small chirp leaving his lips while he nibbles on your pulse point. mikey's cock presses in, in, in, your walls complaining at the stretch. your nails create deep crescents at this point, you're trying to take deep breaths as his praises reverberate in your ears.

he sits up to look down at your half-lidded eyes, bite-ridden neck, and he finally glanced down where the two of you are joined together. you beg him to move, he listens. watching the way you stretch and take him. he churrs loudly, moving back down again to go harder, nuzzling back into your neck with little "so perfect"s and "pretty"s. mikey's hands grip your hips to keep you in place, but he's unsure how much longer he could last when you're so much better when it's you. not some garment of yours, but living, breathing you.

he stills and watches the face you make when you come like watching the sun set, stroking a thumb against your cheek as he keeps going. you could feel when he empties himself inside, but you're too overstimulated to complain about it. he carefully cleans you up and takes care of you, holding you close to him when you drift off.

after a while you wake up from your nap to find he's not there. you find it mildly upsetting. you stand, wobbling for a moment before stepping in front of the mirror, noticing the nasty bruises and marks appearing notably on the skin of your neck. you gasp, lightly touching the scabbing teeth marks and wincing at the shot of pain you get, then feeling your thighs subconsciously clench together. you're a little sure you could get used to this.

so... i finally did it.

@chessman-protocol

covert au fugitoid from Section 9 !

usually a field agent, fugitoid is among the brightest at the Gilded Citadel, it is also quite the asset in undercover operations. their favourite firearm is a sig sauer p365.

it has seen Section 5 in action and learned how to adapt quickly thanks to them, along with acquiring an interest in Mikhail.

an interest which it denies having for their safety.

regardless, fugitoid's origins are unknown, though there is no place they call home other than the Gilded Citadel's New York HQ.

fun fact: fugitoid's natural hair consists of 2c curls but they straighten it for professional reasons.

i would post this on my art blog but... anything covert au i usually reblog here so why not.

RAAAAAAAAAHHHH OMG OMF OMG OMG

Nineteenth Century ROTTMNT AU

tagging @spoopyblues214 here because they love the meme with the four character archetypes (but instead of the victorian englishman it's a spanish revolutionary in this) potentially crossing paths due to them being from the same time period and i want to dedicate this post to him <3 i'd even credit them for the idea if i didn't write it down first (silly)

side note: this derives from canon SO MUCH but this is the best way i could make it work in my head to make everything fit into place

~

the year is 1827. seventeen-year-old raphael is on the run, wanted by the spanish monarchy for inciting rebellion in the spanish colonies. he ended up in texas where he found michelangelo, a fifteen-year-old ex-mercenary cowboy planning to return east. the two meet at a saloon, drinking sassafras together.

"i seen your poster 'round down south of the border they're buildin'. spanish king'd pay a pretty penny to have you behind bars."

"you haven't seen any thing like that."

"relax, i ain't doin' none of that no more, jus' wanna go east. i am beat from all the heat 'round here."

the two agree to travel together, since bandits in that area are dangerous to deal with alone. raph realises mikey is hella fantastic with a whip while mikey acknowledges raph is a hella good shot. raph prefers his knives though, it's easy to put the blade between his fingers, even if he runs the risk of cutting himself. the two travel from corpus christi to new orleans, resting in town for a little while.

after some time the two come across a former samurai, homeless and starving in the streets. they take him in, feed him and mend his garb. he carries a splintered bo staff and what little he has in a rucksack with a persistent frown on his face. sixteen-year-old donatello expresses his gratitude by giving raph his unused sai and mikey an unused kusari-fundo because of his whipping skills. the three of them live in louisiana for a couple months, enjoying the bayou until raphael felt like he was being watched. there is still a price upon his head, the lingering worry deepening the stress lines on his forehead. the three manage to board on a boat headed to new york. mikey and raph leave their horses with a free woman, april and her friend casey, who plan to travel on land masquerading as a slave owner with his slave. those two plan on meeting with casey's cousin, cassandra, moving in the lower east side to keep her company.

the three turtles board a ship with an annoying stock boy and a crew of rogues who call themselves the purple dragons. as much as the three avoid these bothersome pains in their necks, they always meet with the stock boy when they need food. they always cross paths with the purple dragons when they need to get to starboard for fresh air. a few months of enduring these bullies and their luck got worse once the ship was rounding the coast of the tip of florida. a crew of pirates came across their ship and donatello was sick of it, fighting the pirates off after they threw stock boy and the dragons overboard.

sixteen-year-old co-captain leonardo and donatello hamato were at a stalemate at port, raphael was held back by capitán piel and michelangelo pinned señor hueso down at starboard.

"aye, swift with your staff, hm ?"

"your blades are faulty, marauder !"

leo quirks an eyebrow and drops his swords, raising his arms in surrender with a smug look.

"let's strike a deal, fox-eye."

the co-captain gives piel a look and he lets go of raph, then mikey gets off of hueso, who stands and glares at him. donnie quirks an eyebrow and stands with his staff on the plank his feet are planted upon, waiting for leo to continue.

"my blades are faulty to you ? what do you know about blades ?"

"usually concerns for pirateers like you are gold and jewels."

"answer me or you'll have the shogun to answer to."

donatello stills and drops his staff, lifting his hands up.

"if you would allow me to reach for my family blades ?"

leonardo watches carefully as donatello unsheathes his twin odachi, carefully resting them upon his hands and holding them up with a bowed head. the pirate drops his swords, reaching for the presented blades.

"i have given you the last of my metallic weapons. now please leave my brothers and i alone."

mikey and raph were surprised to hear donatello refer to them as his brothers, but they connected the dots quickly and kept their smiles to themselves. leo observed the odachi in his hands and gave them a test swing, grinning to himself from how easy his technique came to him. he looked up at donatello, the samurai's head still low.

"aye, look at me."

donnie listened, a glint shining in his eyes as he blinked up at leo.

"you best be ready for another lad to join your family, because i am right here."

raph, mikey, and donnie join the crew of leo's ship. while capitán piel is the true captain of the ship, he lets leo lead pillages for fun. definitely not for the fact that the kid has a natural talent for leadership, he just had to learn the hard way how to watch for his crew. unfortunately, leo couldn't acknowledge the fact that a pirate crew is not expendable. señor hueso thinks the only reason why he and his brother are the last ones alive from the original crew is because they're the ones still truly in charge. the turn of events for leo to adopt three strangers from different corners of the world as family all of a sudden had them questioning his motives.

the ship manages to arrive in virginia for a break, which is where the four crew turtles decided to watch big mama's travelling circus. piel and hueso got to stocking up for food and supplies in the market. so the brothers saw the leading act in said circus was a lean middle aged man, going by the stage name lou jitsu. donnie recognised he was a martial artist by the way he moved, fighting all the big burly men ringleader mama pitted against him, but mikey could tell by the strained look on his face that he was tired.

lou jitsu was exhausted, he had been fighting for big mama's circus for over a decade. he was once part of a prominent family in japan until he ran away against his grandfather's wishes, travelling the new world as an actor until he ran out of money. he managed to stay with a witch doctor in louisiana, baron draxum. the yokai bewitched lou jitsu body and soul, granting him more money and fame... but at a price. lou jitsu started acting and travelling again, even going back to japan. unfortunately, four of his lovers bore children draxum cursed to be half-turtle half-man. lou had some idea, because he occasionally received letters from them believing them to be fans who wanted to bear his children.

raphael's mother in south america raised him despite ridicule from the townsfolk. leonardo's mother abandoned him and sr. hueso was the one who took him in and he and capitán piel raised leo as their own little brother. donatello's mother tried hard to keep him hidden until samurai raided her home and took him away to be raised by a high status family instead. they thought of him as their good fortune. michelangelo's mother had to sell him to some farmhands, so he grew up tending to livestock and keeping them together in one spot.

once lou jitsu spots the four turtles in the audience he experienced a transformation like no other, the dormant part of the curse draxum put on him taking place. he quit on big mama, leaving the circus to join the turtles.

"surely... you can give me a chance to be in your lives... ?"

the turtles hesitantly agreed and the group went back to the boat to escape big mama, leaving the harbour to get to new york. the crew arrives and they meet casey and april in the harbour, mikey and raph glad to see their horses again.

the ragtag group of raph the spanish revolutionary, leo the pirate, donnie the former samurai, mikey the cowboy, and lou jitsu the ex circus performer settle in the greatest city in the world– shenanigans ensue !

Last song I listened to is Choke by IDK HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME.

I was just listening to my day list. I hadn't actually listened to this song for a while, but I still like it!

Currently watching Fallout.

I'm terrible at sitting down and watching more than one episode of a show when each episode is an hour long, so I've watched an episode every now and then. It's good so far! I've been watching youtube videos about the games now too.

I'd pick Savory

Salty flavored foods are just so much more preferable to me. Sweet things get to be too much rather quickly, and then I can't handle spicy foods if they get too hot, but savory foods are always delicious.

Currently obsessed with TMNT

Still, somehow. I'm a fan of a lot of different things, including now getting more interested in fallout because of the show mentioned earlier, but nothing stays in my thoughts throughout the day like the turtles do <3

My favorite color is Blue

Specifically light blue, and in general I like cold colors. Light blue, mint green, cool purples are amazing. I hate orange.

@fungalittlefreak @8-bit-angel @astral--horrorshow @beanieable and anyone else who want to join of course !!

I got tagged twice in this and I think it's so cute!! I'm gonna do mine apart because I don't wanna bury things under chains atm!

Tagged by: @skittlesqueen101 and @ze0n-wuz-here

Last song I listened to: This is my favorite band

Currently watching: Nothing, but the last thing I watched was Jujutsu Kaisen with some friends on discord!

Spicy/sweet/savory: SPICY🔥

Relationship status: Single

Current obsession: I have three at the moment? DC comics Flash (Wally West specifically), Across the Spiderverse and ROTTMNT

Fav color: Red!

Tagging: No pressure! Trying not to tag people who have already been tagged and failing... @yourlocalartsonist @yosajaeofficial @rottmntsimp @notjustdragonspages @lordfreg @chessman-protocol

VOTE BATS AN BUTTERFLIES ISTG ISTG

@ask-the-tmnt-bnb's TMNT Bats and Butterflies

@tired-o-fighter's Space Turtles

The way I only use ellipses and the dash in dialogue, but then I am fighting every higher power there is about putting too many semicolons now that I know how they work. Commas are whatever, we love the stability of the comma <33

feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

Redrew @teatreeleafs's art because they told me to after I had an art block

Asking some artists/writers that I follow:

What is the most recent thing you've written or drawn? Do you like to share sneak peeks of your work, or do you prefer to post finished pieces only?

I drew this on magma with some swag artists....

As for my art, I post wips and cleaned art. But sometimes, when Im not proud of my work, I hide them.

ROTTMNT 60s AU !!!

UHHHH JUST WANTED TO PUT THIS OUT THERE WHILE I'M STUCK IN DENIAL ABOUT MY WRITER'S BLOCK

raph

please this man has SOUL

he sings in clubs in new york, he has a record coming out in '67 with his band Raphael and The Digg

his brothers didn't feel like joining the band, so it's up to some talented musician girls he met without a trained main vocalist (digg, with prairie dog, honey badger, and groundhog)

they're super popular in harlem and they make it to charts

raph meets other motown records signees and they always find he's the gentlest of giants

he and his band DESERVES a grammy

leo

he's a surfer !!!

he loves competing in surfing tournaments in long island

the boy's a legend, other surfers think he's a fish at first

if he didn't have separation anxiety for his brothers (a post-kraang headcanon) he would have gone to the west coast where the real competitions are (they never feel like leaving new york for very long)

for now he's happy surfing the coast of long island

he loves when todd surfs with him, his favourite part is the lemonade he gets afterwards

donnie

donatello is OBSESSED with the space race

he managed to hack nasa for rocket blueprints

he got caught and they asked him if he was a communist but there was no found evidence that proved he was so he was let go and his name was cleared

he managed to improve the blueprints he got his hands on and built more efficient rockets, then he used computing tech to make his very own battleshell

he has a super-powered telescope he nicknamed shelldon

donnie predicted the states would win the space race in 1965 because it had something to do with the war, i myself don't know how he used that data point to draw a conclusion

mikey

mikey is such a hippie he has mugshots of his charming smiling face framed to prove it

very anti-war, very pro-civil rights movement, pro-dope and lowkey anti-united states government

he was at the stonewall riots !!!!!

he not only fought for human civil rights, but for mutants too, so that he and his brothers could be acknowledged as citizens

humans turned into mutants are already citizens, but the mistreatment they get is unfair and mikey chose to be a leading pioneer for mutant rights

leo (hesitantly) opened portals for mikey in the south so that he could stand with people of colour in their trying times

misc notes !!

lou jitsu was popular in golden age hollywood, he won many accolades for his films until big mama made it look like he was signed to stay in the battle nexus

jupiter jim films are actually westerns, his name is junebug jim instead

big mama is a big mafia boss woman regardless of the era she's in, though her battle nexus is televised for all ages

instead of becoming criminals, mutants follow mikey's lead protesting for mutant/yokai rights and new york is the first city to acknowledge it

the turtles' beach parties are insane, there's always some people other than the siblings lingering around at midnight

april is the best reporter out there, she reports on the turtles' exploits all the time and she makes mad BANK over it (successful 60s black woman slay)

the foot clan is a cult a lot like the manson family, the turtles hate their guts

baron draxum does the same thing he always did, brood in his lab trying to destroy the humans (that is until mikey gets through to him)

sr. hueso's run of the mill pizza is still the turtles' favourite pizza spot, though the establishment is beachside because he's on good terms with his brother, who mainly does imports

casey jr. is a star hockey player, he also avoids the draft because he's from the future, so the government doesn't have his records

but cass protests against the war with mikey whenever she can, she's also anti-war

donnie also managed to be the first mutant on the moon by his own means, it's been a childhood dream since he saw laika's launch in sputnik 2

aight that's all i have for now, i hope you enjoyed !!

VOTE BATS N BUTTERFLIES GUYS ISTG

Dragonflies TMNT @saldr1dd

VS

TMNT Bats and Butterflies

Rise Turtles at a Rave: Headcanons

yes, yes, i know, i have requests to get to ! they will be done when i get them done, i prommy <3 right now i am filled with THOUGHTS.

i was thinking about how i missed going to raves so i made a playlist, then my rottmnt rotten brain told me "tee hee, what if you went to new york for a rave fest or something" and you know, immediate connection to the turtles because of nyc. so here we are.

there are some nsfw bullet points which is why i will post this on this blog. remember i always write the turtles as adults ! in this they should all be envisioned 21 and over.

cw: substance use, sexual advances under the influence (consensual)

Leo

he would be the one to have heard of a rave at a local venue, sizeable enough like a House Of Blues but local, you know ? otherwise, he's alright with stadium shows as long as it's not too crowded.

he's totally up for the kind of commercial rave that the venue hosts monthly or something.

he invites you because he doesn't want to go alone.

despite popular belief that he goes out a lot, he doesn't go to many raves, hence not wanting to go alone.

leo would dress in a flashy jumpsuit if you let him.

if you don't (he might wear it anyway or) he'd wear a sparkling skintight mesh longsleeve and holographic short shorts. you're not gonna stop him from being flamboyant.

he likes it when you wear techwear, especially those tight cargo pants that make your ass look so fine.

he WILL be wearing makeup highlighting his red stripes, maybe some body paint on his arm and thigh stripes.

he wouldn't do your makeup, his experience is limited and he wouldn't want to ruin your handsome face.

he will stay sober ! if you're not or you don't plan to be, he'll watch over you.

he'll give you lots of water, doesn't matter if you need it or not.

leo dances a lot, he brings two light up batons to the raves the two of you go to to wave and twist around, a lot like his swords.

sometimes he brings hula hoops though, just for funzies.

his favourite genre is that popular edm or plur, like calvin harris, martin garrix, zedd, or avicii, but he's open to most edm (except for what donnie and mikey's into, eugh).

if the venue doors open at six pm, the two of you would be waiting fourth or fifth in line for entry.

you guys would most likely leave between midnight or 1 am (likely when it ends), leo has a lot of rave stamina for being sober.

like, you barely sit down for five minutes after an hour and a half of dancing (you're sober, in this case) and he asks if you want to get up and dance again.

after you guys leave you order a pizza and hang out in leo's room after a nice shower.

sleeping over with him after a rave always makes you happy.

there's usually no more energy left in you for anything other than cuddling if you're sober.

and regardless if you express consent that leo could do whatever he wanted to you while you're under the influence of something, he doesn't want to.

he will squeeze your ass while cuddling though. that's a given.

Raph

he is not a raver.

but he worries about your safety way too much not to let you go by yourself if you didn't feel like inviting anyone else to go with you.

will wait with you by the venue door and wrap an arm around you for comfort (his, not necessarily yours).

or squeeze your hand to stay close to you if it's a warehouse rave or anything of the like.

ironic, he feels you are safest attending outdoor rave festivals because of the open air and the freedom of space to use his ninpo in case he loses you.

he's such a worrywart !!

usually he will wear black so he's inconspicuous.

you do some makeup on him and he melts at that because it's you.

will strongly discourage you from drinking, smoking, or using any substances but if you know how to handle yourself he will watch over you like a hawk.

he always stays sober at raves. drinking is a thing he does at home, with family. like during movie night. not surrounded by a bunch of strangers.

he will definitely keep water on hand for you, leaning against the wall or barricade until mind raph tells him "go ! give them water now ! they are extremely dehydrated ! go ! before they pass out !"

you guys will leave at eleven pm max. no matter what time you guys got there.

unless it's a rave festival and you two arrived sometime while the sun was up, then you guys might leave at eight or nine pm.

he'll take you back to your place even if you ask to stay with him in the lair.

he'd let you clean up and then cuddles would ensue !! because you're tired !!

but not before you drink water. you need to stay hydrated.

like leo, he would never try anything with you while you're tripping, high, drunk, or anything. he prefers sex when you're fully present.

but the morning sex ?

it's insane.

he'd be holding you against him, rutting into you from behind– it's because you're so soft against him, you trust him so much. you're his.

he loves keeping you safe. as much as he doesn't like raves, he loves you and that's all that matters to him.

of course, that morning sex is only if you have no hangover or lingering effects from anything.

then he would make you a breakfast sandwich ! it's not much but it would hold you down for lunch.

Donnie

donnie almost always invites you.

sometimes when you invite him he says "i know the dj mixing for that one, their stuff is kind of mediocre compared to my mutual from soho opening for a show on long island–" or something along those lines.

so you know donnie's active in the new york rave scene.

he'd dress in fishnet tops, leather bondage gear (like collars, harnesses, garters), tripp pants, and new rock shoes.

that's only if he's not rocking his own genius built apparel (which of course he would).

occasionally he'd look at your outfit before you leave and say "are you opting for style or comfort ?" (it's meant to be playfully judgemental, but a genuine question on his part)

he secretly likes when you wear very little clothing to raves.

omigosh especially if there's satin and lace, oh ! he's weak in the knees if you wear bondage gear.

the two of you do each other's makeup.

he likes it when you sit on his lap to do it, with your thighs all warm against his.

donnie would smoke weed or eat edibles at raves, or he'd limit himself to a patch or two of acid if he knows what to expect from the set so he's sure he'll have a good trip (he never mixes substances for obvious reasons).

he has a tech gauntlet for you to wear at raves for when you're both tripping and separate from one another, just in case.

but that's never the case, you're all up on each other while the hard bass ripples around you.

your gauntlets give you periodic reminders to hydrate, take breaks if needed.

breaks ? what breaks ? you guys are high as/tripping balls.

donnie actually turned his old techbo into a rave baton, he only twirls it when he's sober, though.

he loves dubstep, french house, techno, drum and bass, and hardstyle !! but his favourite raves to bring you along for are the latter three (he likes the way you dance when the bass is booming through the ground)

depending on the rave, you and donnie will leave at sunrise or a couple days since it started.

i like to think donnie's the first to have moved out of the lair, especially with his eclectic lifestyle (owning a tech company, a fashion brand, being active in the ny rave scene, and more probably).

so the two of you head back to his apartment and depending if you're still high, things get spicy.

before becoming rave partners, donnie made you a checklist to check things off and sign an agreement in case you guys do things together when you're not sober, like go out of the country somehow or have sex– irresponsible things with possible consequences.

you checked every possible thing off because you trust him that much holy shit-

making out with him while you're sweaty and gross after a rave does put him off a little bit, so shower sex it is !

it's hot, it's messy, but does he love it when he holds you up against the wall by your thighs, letting you take what he could give you.

and you look so pretty to him, tears running down your face as you mewl his name, it strikes that possessive part of him just right.

after that steaming shower and the both of you are clean, it's definitely cuddle time. but then donnie makes sure the two of you hydrate before knocking out, entangling limbs upon his bed.

the morning (or afternoon) after he would most definitely order breakfast because there is no way either of you are getting up to cook after the amazing experience you two had.

Mikey

unlike donnie, mikey isn't pretentious about his involvement in the rave scene.

he loves it, adores it, even.

anything you try to invite him to ? he already planned to take you with him.

you're his rave buddy ! he can't go to a rave without you ! or donnie, for that matter.

sometimes he misses out on a rave because he knows donnie's gonna be there and he really wishes it would be just the two of you.

but new york is a big city, sometimes there's two raves going at the same time and mikey could reach an agreement with donnie not to cross paths.

what donnie doesn't know, is the raves in the hidden city.

they could last weeks with the right mystic charms, but mikey never wants to subject you to substances as potent as mystic speed.

he wants to make sure your raving experience is safe and fun !

he usually wears techwear with uv orange accents, they look super cool under blacklight.

mikey could never keep his hands off you if you're wearing sleeved fingerless gloves and miniskirts, he also likes it when you wear tiny tops because it's easier access.

he loves when you do his makeup, but he doesn't like it too flashy, it clashes with his techwear look.

he prefers watching you do your makeup over doing it for you because your pretty hands are at work.

now, mikey never asked donnie to make him a safety gauntlet too, but donnie worries for his little brother– he gets a little hardcore at raves.

sometimes you're worried enough to stay sober to watch over mikey, even if the gauntlet does the job for you.

but at the raves you go to, sometimes substances are a must if you want to keep going.

mikey is the most flexible for personal rave lights, but his favourites are light up nunchaku and fibre optic whips.

he doesn't necessarily have a favourite genre of rave music, but he goes the hardest when the dj is slavic or has slavic influences.

usually when you go to raves with mikey, the minimum amount of time you guys spend is at least seventy-two hours (unless you as an individual can't go any more than one night).

you're usually the first one to want to leave, if mikey wants to leave that means he's having a bad trip– you do everything in your power to keep the good vibes flowing.

if you two leave with fully good vibes of your own volition, it's likely you guys will go back to your place.

no shower, just crashing on your bed after peeling off uncomfortable or strappy clothes that would dig into your skin if you slept in them.

but if you and mikey are still peak tripping, a few hickeys and a little bondage wouldn't hurt.

before you guys started raving together, there was clear communication that you trusted what the other would do while under the influence.

expressing clear consent to each other sober before taking anything was the best thing you have ever done... because mikey is so good.

really. good.

so good, in fact, you feel it the morning after, cuddled up against him and feeling gross (not in a bad, mentally taxed way), but your heart is so full.

somehow mikey wakes fully rested and ready to make you breakfast while you drag your aching body into the shower.

the two of you smell like sweat, burned plastic, and skunk weed. a shower is NECESSARY.

mikey takes your aftercare to the next level, trying to make it last as long as the rave did.

i hope you enjoyed reading this !! i surely enjoyed writing it :3 i miss raves, i wish i could go to one soon x/

tee hee look at them !!!

Get that traction gummy!

Villain Rise Mikey Thoughts: Part One

i have already written so much for this one, this is part one of my storyline for a villain mikey au !! i genuinely just spewed thoughts out here, i will continue with a part two eventually <3

i'm making up my own villain mikey as i go because i am craving.

the abandoned at birth trope is a little overdone imo, i love it when i read it for the other turtles but mikey deserves something unique

he felt a little different compared to his brothers, not because he was the youngest... he just felt different.

three year old mikey genuinely didn't want to hurt his brothers, not after he practically launched raph at high speeds toward a wall trying to get a jupiter jim toy out of his hand.

he ran away after that, guilt eating at him for some time until he forgot, then he found the hidden city.

he finds baron draxum and realises he's his other dad, which made the screws already loose in his head rattle a little bit.

draxum trains mikey in the mystic arts safely so that he doesn't hurt himself, which was very loving and tender on his part.

mikey deserved an attentive father, that was something draxum realised when mikey told him what he could remember about splinter.

even though mikey was raised in a decent environment, draxum still wanted to destroy the human race and that warped mikey's thoughts and actions a little bit.

this especially affected his views on getting what he wanted whenever he did, he definitely is a youngest child at heart.

he would start being a delinquent in the hidden city, running away from the police if they caught him loitering or tagging places.

then he moved on to stealing.

coins, unicorns, jewellery, mystic trinkets, you name it.

he used his mystic portals to steal and hoard like a dragon.

while draxum was proud, he created mikey for something bigger than petty thievery, mikey was destined for something greater.

draxum told eleven year old mikey about going back topside, and he did just that, enduring homelessness for a brief period of time before getting a small apartment from all the money he pickpocketed in the financial district of manhattan.

he hated being among humans, seeing their lives as minuscule and pointless– but he never let it show, he always had the mask of a sweetheart.

he witnessed his first murder and for the first time in a while, he wasn't bored.

mikey wondered about upping the ante to his criminal lifestyle, he was growing bored of stealing and he completed his father's training, what kind of human could defend against him ?

he only started with nobodies, people who would be forgotten within a week.

it got his blood pumping, adrenaline coursing through his veins. he liked it.

but killing "undesirables" meant little to no money, and mikey has to pay rent. he lives in the bronx after all.

villain mikey likes the thrill of the hunt, he started hunting down drunk people after they leave the bar, sometimes even sober ones just getting off a late shift at work.

it was when he crossed paths with yokai capturing humans that he found interest in keeping one as a pet.

he moves to brooklyn at thirteen to go back to tagging graffiti, sometimes in the oddest of places.

that was around the time his brothers interrupted draxum's experiment and released the oozequitos to new york.

he captured a large sum of oozequitos to give back to his dad, but there were still others that decided to breed and persist.

mikey has no real motive for what he's doing, he's doing what his father asked of him and he wants to appease him, but he regularly has his doubts.

then when draxum teams up with the foot clan, that's when he really questions his dad, if the dark armour is worth all the risks he's taking.

mikey meets big mama and realises she's behind the human trafficking, then asks her if he could have a pet human of his own.

she scoffs and tells him to capture one himself, no kin of draxum should get meddled with her business (after all that happened with the other turtles, if mikey's the one with draxum she's not taking any chances for a temper tantrum)

even though villain mikey's a spoiled brat, he also recognises that if he wants a job done right, he has to do it himself.

mikey moves back to the hidden city to nurse draxum back to health after the dark armour drained his life force.

he finally comes across his brothers again and thinks they're amateur idiots.

he's a bit of a bastard, ignoring his brothers and continuing to do what he does for fun (graffiti, stealing, offing innocents).

a couple years pass and the krang invasion happens.

he put aside his differences with his brothers just for this, he still cares because these are the turtles he was created with, even though their dad is kind of whack compared to draxum (mikey really does love his dad).

mikey suddenly unlocks his ninpo and he's the greatest mystic warrior of his timeline, junior finds it weird he's not with his brothers.

leo explains to junior mikey's not one of them despite his assistance, he's not family.

even though mikey physically turned out fine post-krang, it sickened him seeing his brothers losing to some pesky alien creatures.

the way the krang biomatter clung onto raph, leo, and donnie pissed him off.

it unlocked something wrathful and hideous within him, wiping out the krang and sending their tech back to the prison dimension.

it was a miracle when his three brothers snapped out of their krang possession and they snapped him out of the mystic altered state he was in, golden-eyed and chains lifting the technodrome back into the prison dimension.

even though villain mikey is a lot more skilled in his mystic abilities from years of training under draxum, it took a lot out of him to make a portal that big.

he passed out and his brothers, casey, april, and splinter were beside him when he woke up, but he was so annoyed.

he didn't want to wake up to these assholes.

mikey could barely walk, but floating out meant overexerting himself, so pushing everyone out of the way to get back to draxum it is.

post-krang, he suffers a lot of paranoia and anxiety, almost too much to the point where he chains up draxum when accidentally going into the mystic state.

draxum tells him to go to the market, get some herbs to calm down.

he accidentally comes across a dispensary in the market, getting a few strains and asking if he could have it in the form of tea, since he sees a few yokai smoking the herbs.

he's told he could bake them, that's when he gets interested in baking.

Author’s notes: short lil drabble ish cause i don’t ever remember writing leo as a yandere, have i only ever done donnie???

Warnings: yandere tendencies, stalking, implied murder, intimidation, gaslighting, manipulation, unedited

Song: House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls by The Weeknd

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Yandere!Leonardo who is tired of watching you. He’s itching to talk to you. To have your eyes finally recognize the shadow that follows after you. For that attention you give so freely to be his. No one else should matter, you’re his whole world. It’s only fair if he becomes yours in return.

Yandere!Leonardo who seamlessly enters your life like it wasn’t pre-meditated. Like he hadn’t planned every minute detail. He was meticulous when it came to you. Think of him as your knight in shining armor. Come to him with all your troubles.

Yandere!Leonardo who fixes all of those issues that you have. Your neighbors in the apartment aren’t as loud anymore, actually you haven’t heard them fighting for a couple nights now. They must’ve made up or maybe even broke up! Either way it didn’t matter to you, finally you could get a good nights rest.

Yandere!Leonardo who starts draping himself over you. You guys are friends now. Friends touch! It takes some getting used to, but don’t worry it’ll be second nature soon. Don’t think too much about it. His frame leaning into yours, his arms going over your shoulders. He’s tired, he stayed up too late again. Won’t you let him rest against you for a little while? He’ll even close his eyes.

Yandere!Leonardo who thought he had taken care of all your little love interests. But he portals over unannounced only to hear you gushing about this new guy, someone from your finance class. He creeps closer to your bedroom door, it’s cracked open, just a sliver. He peers through to see you bouncing around, jumping on your bed to kick your feet out happily.

Yandere!Leonardo whose eyes grow cold as the phone call hangs up. Words of encouragement were given to you. To finally go after a crush since the last couple had gone so horribly. He thinks this kind of puppy love isn’t good for you. Why can’t you just catch on already? Does he have to spell it out for you?

The door creaks open.

You lurch up, smile disappearing from your face.

So does your flush. You look ashen now.

Maybe it was because he had a sword out.

He’d never pointed one towards you.

Despite his weapon now facing you, he tilts his head and tries for a smile. It’s strained, his eyes looking at you with barely restrained mania. It’s been hard keeping his true self hidden from you. The side that wants to whisk you away and keep you from the rest of the world. No one else deserves you. Your happiness. Your smiles. Your attention, that was all his.

“You belong to me.”

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AAAAAA SPEAKING OF IM DEVOURING THIS RAAAGGGHH

All four 12 turtles first meetings/impressions headcanons pleeeeeaaassseee <3333

anything for pookie <333

2012 TMNT First Meetings Headcanons

Leo

i think he would be interested in keeping you safe if you're a civilian

if you're a criminal he might talk you down from doing crime first, if you don't listen to him though he will kick your ass

but back to if you're a regular person in new york– if you were in danger he would most likely defend you

and if you insist on keeping him company because he saved your life, he might get a little shy and embarrassed

are you hungry ? he'll get you an order of pizza gyozas as soon as possible

you're one of the few humans he's ever met, it's a little hard for him to socialise with you at first but then gets the hang of it

if you're interested in any of the things he's interested in he will ask about it

he might infodump about space heroes if you're not careful

if you let him, he might develop a silly little crush on you

sorry this leo first impression headcannon thing is purely spoopy fanservice

Raph

he'd think nothing of you if you're a civilian

if you're a criminal he'd beat your ass, no questions asked

but if you're insistent on talking to raph after he saves your life or whatever he'd get annoyed and ask why you want to talk to him so bad

but this is only if he's still with mona

if he hadn't been with mona at all or they broke up or whatever, he might be bored enough to have you around for company

he might end up venting to you if you listen to him for long enough

raph feels as though he's never listened to and to have someone so ready and willing to hear him ramble, it comforts him

you might become his favourite friend after a night of talking and getting to know one another

he also would like it if you wanted to watch him train and cheer him on, it helps dissolve his insecurities

Donnie

depends how you react to him when it comes to you being a civilian

as for you being a criminal ? he'd ask you why, how, when– he wants every little detail about the crime you're committing and the context behind it. he might not even want to kick your ass at all, maybe he just wants to talk.

now, if the turtle's saving your life and you're grateful like a normal person, thanking him and going on your merry way, he'd be proud of himself for handling whatever you tangled yourself with on his own.

if you make out his save as a knight-in-shining-armour-saving-his-princess situation ? he would get all flustered and embarrassed, falling for you hard if you give him any semblance of affection as thanks.

the mutant is starved for affection after all the years he's pined and yearned. crushing should be his middle name and it's not for crushing his enemies.

spending the rest of the night talking to him would probably mean him checking for wounds or if you got hurt.

he would worry about you no matter if your life was threatened or if someone just tried to steal your bag

haha you're the next april (whether you reciprocate or not is up to you)

Mikey

nah dude you're chill brah

bro's clueless if you're committing crime

but otherwise he'd fight whatever's threatening you then offer if you want to hang out with him

whether you agree or scream and run away it's your choice (but the latter isn't what you're here for, is it ?)

he'd take you to murakami's or some pizza place he knows of for food first

after eating you guys would go up to the rooftops and he'd try to show you tricks on his board

maybe try to flirt with you if he finds you easy on the eyes

you spending time with him kind of reassures him that he's not annoying like his brothers say he is, so you're making him feel better about himself just by keeping him company

he'd love to talk to you again !! definitely will call you in the middle of the night to ask you if you think pineapple belongs on pizza.

bonding with friends over your favourite fictional little guys

RAAAAAHHHHH THE POOKIES WRITING RAAAAAAAHHHHH <33

Yandere Rise Donatello Designer AU

okay, hear me out.

let me give context for this concept idea first (you could skip the next paragraph if you don't care, i'm just weird, i promise i start discussing the concept right after this next paragraph trust me)

i am a huge fan of this one designer in new york, bella pietro, her work is amazing. i was able to attend her bridal line debut fashion show in person this past sunday and got to speak with her very briefly. she's very lovely, relatable, super down to earth, and humble. she is also one of the influences for my own jewellery line, but this isn't the point i'm making, i'm going insanely off topic. i thought about what it would be like being a clothes designer in nyc.

donatello is the founder and ceo (at least, that's canonically what i'm led to believe) of Genius Built Technologies. it's also canon he designs Genius Built Apparel. i initially had this idea and shared it on discord a while back based around donnie being a member of a discord server with other designers. these designers usually joined said server for creativity, support, sharing each others' work, and giving critiques when wanted.

imagine you, an up-and-coming designer, join this server to gain more reach. while donnie was bored looking at others' designs and critiquing them harshly when asked to, he admired your work and advocated for you so that you could gain more popularity. the two of you accepted each other's friend requests and started talking in dms. he admired your work and thought it was cute how you were slowly rising in the industry, but you needed the right connections to actually get things going. you started getting seamstresses and a manager, but that took your time away from donnie.

donnie might have found out you lived in new york, that was when he suggested a meet-up for a collaboration. he was excited when you said yes, and a GB Apparel x For You line was in the works for when the two of you started discussing potential pieces. your crew got a little upset when you put all your attention on the collaborative project, especially your manager, and they thought it was a bad idea. you thought about listening to them and backing away to work on the collab line in the future. donnie... didn't really like that.

he loved spending time with you, as hard as it was for him to admit it. he adored the way you drew your designs, the face you made when you focused and shrimped over your tablet to get the details just right. he told you to adjust your posture, and you did it with a stretch, you ran your fingers through your hair he so badly wanted to run his fingers through instead. donnie hated the thought of having that taken away from him. once you told him you wanted to file away the collaborative project for another time, he managed to manipulate and gaslight convince you into believing your manager has the wrong idea, because his own brand was well known and high quality.

you hesitantly agreed with him and your crew began getting a distaste for you when you arrived late to meetings, made decisions with poor judgement, and delayed your own projects in favour of working with donatello instead. what you didn't know is that donnie anonymously emailed them all to quit their jobs with you because you were practically not working with them anymore. your crew moved on to work with other local designers. you didn't think much of it, you were aware people in this business would come and go, they would find other people to work for and it's no big deal, because you could sew your designs yourself.

besides, donatello had been a big help, he lent you his sewing machines that literally sewed by themselves. your own fall line had been presented on a runway at a moderately sized venue, a team curated by donatello organised it as if he were your manager. everyone on the server the two of you met on barely showed their support at first, until you got incoming praises and compliments from everyone after donatello's worship of you was sent in the runway channel. you were unaware to the fact that donatello threatened everyone with their careers if they didn't support you.

everyone seemed beginning to dislike you, your fans acknowledged that it didn't seem to be you at fault because your head was still held up high, staying positive and thanking anyone who bothered to take a look at your collection. donatello was working behind the scenes to isolate you as much as possible. he didn't want anyone taking you away from him because yo were his precious fashion genius, your ideas complement his. that's why GB Apparel x For You is going to rock the fashion world, he had thought, deep in his delusions of spending more time with you. one look at you and it had his heart beating out of his chest.

your workspace in his apartment was a mess, fabrics everywhere, sketchbooks and a couple tablets (courtesy of Genius Built Technologies) with plenty of space for designs and you sat on the floor with your hair a mess and new glasses (those were courtesy from donatello himself) on your face after staring at the screens for so long. the softshell simply watched you work, enamoured and savouring the way you find his apartment more comfortable to work in because yours is already so cluttered.

donatello was so proud to see the results of your collaboration, he kissed the top of your head and held you close. you've had affectionate friends before, but you had only intimately known donnie for a few months. sure, he was one of the turtles that saved new york years ago, not to mention his brand even climbed up the ranks for a place in paris fashion week alongside balenciaga and valentino... so you knew him... but you didn't ask for this. you used to have more friends, lovely colleagues. whatever happened to that ?

of course, once the collab line debuted in the spring you went back to work, you designed a men's fall line you thought would grab people's attention. it certainly snatched donatello's, when he called you frequently and realised you were parting from him to work on your own, it pissed him off. he wanted to know what you were hiding. you hesitantly let him in on a day when you were being interviewed by april for press, dressed up for photography and not for him. you're only for him, no one should see you except when you're beside him. he lashed out at you in front of april, upset that you weren't telling him your plans since the GB Apparel x For You collaboration, and april took notes of the drama. not for press purposes at all, but to tell his brothers.

you didn't see donatello for a while after that, to which you were glad. you felt a weight finally slipped off your shoulders as you rebuilt your community. people didn't know that donatello was the one at fault for your darkest moments. you rebuilt your community over the course of a year, making new connections and finally making it into new york fashion week all by your own efforts, not by donatello's.

it was when he showed up at your door everything went downhill again. he pushed his way back into your life, asking for a spring GB Apparel x For You line even though he already started on his own designs, incorporating style that you would add due to how well he already knew you. over the year he had been gone, he watched how you grew and connected with other people in the soho fashion scene. the thought made his skin crawl. it irked him to know you were out and about, perhaps having dinner with your new manager, or spending hours at a time with your new seamstresses after you threw out the sewing machines he so lovingly gifted to you.

all he wanted was to share his world with you, have you live in lavish luxury like you deserve. you said no. you already had ideas for your spring line which would be presented in london along with new york, you didn't have time to collaborate with him. donnie threw another tantrum in your apartment, this time feeling a lot more destructive. he threw your decorations everywhere, then held up some of your supplies to set them on fire. it scared you into submission, telling him yes, putting off your own projects to move into his apartment and get to working with him on the next collab line.

things were different this time. donatello was a lot more clingy, literally working alongside you as the two of you designed the thirty-piece collection, he made gentle suggestions and leaned in close, added and subtracted things on what you already drew. the two of you had ordered takeout sometimes and he would be the only one allowed to receive the food. you felt trapped. there was nothing you could do about it, just accept your fate.

you disappeared off the tabloids, no one knew where you went, not even april. donnie kept you away for his eyes only, wrapping his arms around you at every chance he got, nuzzling into your neck from behind as you tried to break through the parental locks donatello placed on your tablets. that won't work, darling, he said, a smirk on his face you could feel against your skin. it made you sick, your stomach churning at the thought that you might stay in your captor's arms forever.

My gummy is always gonna be reposted [which is fine because I barely post anything ever I'm so slow now]

chubby!reader × Donnie? he gets a tad bit flustered? maybe a bit of a spicy peice? praise kink🙏🙏🙏🙏

-👾🐈‍⬛️

already writing limes in the sfw blog, are we ?

jules fears NOTHING !!

i love writing this kind of content anyway >:)

if you wanted something higher on the citrus scale i shall direct you to my other blog, @fungalittlefreak where you could get even more specific with whatever you desire !!

i initially wanted to make this longer but i'm swamped with so many things to do, might have a part two if there's demand for it.

one chubby reader x flustered donnie coming right up B)

thank you for the request anon <3

important side note: while i don't deem this as "mature content" i feel more comfortable if anyone 15+ could interact with this post, otherwise please don't read or interact. while i can't force you not to, i hope anyone below 15 years old could respect my wishes.

May I?

It's movie night in the Hamato household and you're invited! April said you didn't have a choice, so here you are contemplating on wearing something comfortable or something cute.

Delivered (18:42 PM): is this too much? i'm bringing a change of clothes because i'm sleeping over

apes (18:42 PM): oooo who are you trying to impress

apes (18:42 PM): god i hope it's not leo

apes (18:42 PM): you deserve better

You shake your head, grinning at your phone as you send your last message to April.

Delivered (18:43 PM): i'll never tell :)

You finish getting ready and grab your overnight bag, heading over to the lair. The clattering and chattering in the kitchen tells you that the brothers would be in there, but you spot Donnie alone on his phone in the projection room. He seems comfortable enough not to wear his battle shell, which you find surprising. You take a step toward him and he looks up, turning to you as you put your stuff down beside the couch. He stops, staring while you move to sit beside him, even though you already greeted him, waiting for his response.

"Uh, yes. H-hello. Greetings. Good evening."

He looks away, then looks at you out of the corner of his eye. You grin and lean in with a smirk. He blushes, then a nervous smile plasters itself on his face. "D-do you need anything from me?" Donnie asks politely, but his eyes darted everywhere, scanning you as if he is committing the way you look right now to memory.

"A kiss might be nice."

The softshell freezes and it looks like his brain is malfunctioning, his face warming at the thoughts racing through his mind.

"May I?"

He reaches up to cup your soft face in his hand. His fingers twitch as if he's holding himself back from holding you firmly. You nod with a whispered yes, leaning in for a delicate, soft kiss. The softshell perks up and a dopey smile spreads across his face after you part, then he leans in for a deeper kiss, the heat on both your faces burning a little hotter.

"Your lips taste so good," Donnie breathes, threading his fingers through your hair at the base of your skull, holding you close as the two of you made out on the couch. "So sweet for me..." He whines, his blush darkening his face even more while he reaches for you with his other hand, holding you against him. His fingers knead the plushness above your hip for a moment, the hitching in his breath apparent. After another minute or so the two of you officially part, noticing the lair has gotten quiet.

You turn around to find nearly everyone with their jaws dropped to the floor, eyes boggled. Donnie sneers, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you against him possessively. The way his hand grips your tummy made you yelp, feeling embarrassed now that the two of you were caught. April snaps a picture, Leo snickers, Mikey cheers, and Raph narrows his eyes in suspicion, then smiles, proceeding to whack Leo upside the head before he moves over to tease Donnie. The Caseys walk in with two bowls of popcorn, Junior has a knowing look on his face while CJ looked on in confusion to the commotion. You sigh with a grin, shaking your head and relaxing in Donnie's arms as movie night started to kick off.

Habits (Mikey x OC)

so i'm collabing with @spoopyblues214 on ao3 for kinktober... i wanted to share my day 4 (teratophilia prompt) oneshot here for a little more reach >:)

NSFW !! MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST !!

i'll paste the link on ao3 here (you BETTER read spoopy's chapters too /nf) and !!! i made an ai cover of mikey singing the song this oneshot was named after posted on tiktok :D

Mikey’s casual affair didn’t last more than a month, but he admits it was one of the hottest months of his life so far. She was taller than him by a head, her red scales always shimmered in the lowlight, long white hair cascaded in ringlets down her back, her debauched features are still fresh in his memory, and the thought of sucking on her cock while her pretty hands tugged on his mask tails in a Hidden City alleyway made him grip his knee to keep his leg from bouncing out of control. He took a deep breath, taking a sip of his drink at the bar he managed to find outside of Big Mama’s or Masters of Barbarianism territory, the peach flavoured vodka burning his throat briefly. He thought he had a little bit of reflection to do, getting involved with Boss Bruce’s daughter the way he did.

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“Garçon! Get me a bottle of the finest champagne you got!” The snake at Boss Bruce’s table laughed as the other yokai in the party chuckled amongst themselves, the dinner party in full swing now that the Dons were all gathered together. Señor Hueso once again asked the turtles to assist in serving at his restaurant, this time with only one MoB reservation, and it was for a celebration. Leo couldn’t make it, so Mikey and Hueso were all by themselves for the night, waiting on a large party of eleven. Mikey went to grab the champagne, pouring everyone glasses until Boss Bruce stopped him from pouring one to the only other dragon yokai at the table. “Not her. She's not old enough to drink. But get her whatever she desires.” The boss waved off, turning to a snake beside him and whispering in his ear when he asked a question. Mikey looked at the dragon yokai who looked similar to Boss Bruce, her antlers more polished, and her black formal dress hugged her body just right. Mikey tried his best to look respectfully, waiting for her request with bated breath.

“Get me something that looks like a fruit juice, but mix me a surprise.”

She winked, and Mikey rushed back to the kitchen. He tripped through the door to get to work on mixing her a concoction. Then, he hurried back with a tall glass, cherry heart shaped ice clinking together, pearl dust shimmering in the rose lemonade, and raspberries floated with golden flakes at the top. Present Mikey smiles, remembering how he mixed that drink, it being one of his proudest creations. He had added two shots of Pink Whitney before he placed it upon a silver tray. He brought it back out to rest the glass in front of the gorgeous dragon yokai and her eyes widened at the presentation. Mikey leaned in, his breath fanning against her neck as he spoke, “I didn’t know your preferences, so I added two shots of vodka. This one’s on the house if it’s not to your palate.” Smoke wisped out from her nose and there was a glimmer in her eyes as she looked back at Mikey, who had already gone back to the kitchen to cart the main course to the table, handing out the food with Señor Hueso. To the young lady yokai’s dismay, her father asked for Señor Hueso to tend to her for the rest of the night. Bruce didn't like the way her snout flared when the turtle leaned in, knowing the facial expression all too well. Mikey minded his own business, handing out everyone’s orders and finally getting a break as Hueso double checked if everyone was satisfied.

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Mikey looked at the dancers in the club, finishing up his peach vodka, sighing to himself when a deer yokai in semi-formal attire sat next to him, ordering a margarita. The bartender looked at Mikey and pointed to his empty drink. The mutant turtle nodded, nudging his glass closer to the bartender’s side. The deer spared a glance at him, deciding to strike conversation. “What brings you here this Friday night?” They queried, and their margarita was placed in front of them, salt sprinkling off the rim. “Boredom.” Mikey isn’t in the mood to talk, not when the deer’s antlers looked too familiar. "Are you sure it's boredom?" They urged as politely as they could, sipping their drink, puckering their lips from the taste. Mikey sighed, looking up at the deer with a forlorn expression. "Mm, I've felt that way before. Let me keep you company for a while."

~

Señor Hueso stepped into the kitchen, dropping his customer service smile to frown at Mikey. “What are you doing?” He waved his bony arms, his accent becoming a little thicker. “What? I served them except for the lady my age, Boss Bruce asked you to take over for her service.” Mikey put his empty glass in the sink, and he started filling up the basin with water, adding a generous amount of dish soap. “She wants to see you when her father and his… colleagues leave.” Hueso went to the fridge, taking out the ingredients to make a fresh dessert. Mikey stiffened and he turned around to stare at Hueso. The skeleton yokai looked back with a face that spoke the obvious. “All the tips are going to you, you know.” He shrugged, turning back to continue making dessert. Mikey immediately stepped back out to gather everyone’s plates, carrying the heavy porcelain in a show of strength, which impressed the party of eleven into quiet applause except for one. The lady dragon yokai smirked and Mikey felt heat spread on his face. He felt like a fool. He stepped back into the kitchen as Señor Hueso finished the plates of dessert, only counting up to ten plates worth of flan with strawberries on the side. “Who didn’t order dessert?” Mikey inquired, raising an eyebrow at Hueso. “Bruce’s daughter. She said she wanted something else. Now go!” Bony fingers gripped the turtle’s arms and pushed him out of the kitchen with the cart full of dessert.

He handed out plates of flan to everyone, but his white sleeve was tugged when he passed by the young lady, and it took some ninja skills to keep his balance, her snout was right by his head as she whispered, “You’re my dessert tonight, pretty peach.” She let go and Mikey had trouble adjusting himself, the cart dragged behind him as he stepped into the kitchen, catching his breath. The Masters of Barbarianism dinner was over, he just had to wait until everyone left. As he washed the dishes he heard the kitchen door open, and he thought it was Señor Hueso until he saw those pretty, manicured red claws grasp the edge of the sink basin, trapping Mikey in front of her. “Hey,” her voice rang in his ears, and he shivered when her snout was a hair’s breadth from his face. “You said your name was Michaelangelo? You introduced yourself at the beginning of dinner.” She grinned, and the turtle could practically feel her jaw clamping down on his shoulder as he–

“You can call me Mikey. What’s your name, sunshine?”

She stopped, separating from Mikey, and more tendrils of smoke flowed from her nostrils, she was seemingly blushing; as close as a blush could get, what with her crimson scales. “That’s not important, you could call me whatever you want, Mikey… Would you care to join me for a night in my father’s hotel? It’s not as big as Big Mama’s but… I think you might like it.” She giggled, reaching to twirl one of Mikey’s mask tails in one of her claws, and he returned the gesture with a slight snap of the thin strap of her dress after he dried his hands. “I’m banned from Big Mama’s hotel actually, so when I’m done here you could lead the way.” He put on his best bedroom eyes and she bit her lip, stepping away to wave. “I’ll be waiting then~”

~

A new glass of peach vodka on the rocks was placed in front of Mikey and he immediately took a swig, letting the deer talk about the reasons why they were at the bar tonight. He listened, watching the yokai down their margarita slowly, watching the way their mouth moved, the way their tongue licked their lips. It was almost sensual. Almost. “You said something about working on the surface, do you have a cloaking brooch?” Mikey asked in mild interest, rubbing the water droplets on the side of his glass. The deer lit up, going on about the origins of how they got their cloaking brooch and how they got to apply for work topside. The turtle mutant watched the way their reddish-brown fur faintly glowed in the neon light of the bar, flashing back once again.

~

“This is it! My father’s going to be out late tonight, so I have the penthouse suite to myself… But we could absolutely go to one of the roomier hotel rooms if you so desire.” The dragon yokai stepped past the bellhop, waving at him and stopping by the front desk. “Whatever’s comfortable for you, angel,” Mikey continued walking with her, stepping in the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, she pinned him to the wall, locking lips hungrily, savouring the taste of him as he hummed in surprise, his hand moved up the slit of her dress and played with the smooth silk of her panties. She grinned through the kiss, and then the elevator announced they had arrived at the penthouse, waiting for the yokai to punch in the security pin. She pushed the buttons in annoyance, then pulled Mikey out to rush into a bedroom—hers, to be exact—and she locked the door, starting to undress him. He slipped his fingers under the straps of her dress, reaching behind her to unzip it. The satin fell from her shoulders and stopped at her hips. Mikey urged the dress to fall even further, inching it down her wide hips, past her tail, and she stood in orange satin panties that complemented the scales of her stomach and broad chest. The turtle’s eyes dilated at the sight, his breath wavering before he rushed to finish undressing himself, unbuckled trousers on the floor and dress shirt in wrinkles with his vest across the room.

She began pulling Mikey in for another kiss, but he stopped her, looking her up and down. He admired the way the light hit her scales, the way her tail swished from side to side in anticipation. “I can enhance the mood, if you want?” her manicured claws reached for the remote belonging to her LED lights, turning them on to a blood orange that had Mikey pinning her to the bed when she returned to him, her chest against the Egyptian cotton, knees spread as he kneeled between them, and she gasped at the change in position, panties already forming a wet spot with her pre. The mutant turtle took a mental picture of the view, the way her back arched and how her tail raised readily, the back of her thighs right against his. Her white hair fell over her shoulder when she turned to look at him, biting her bottom lip with sharp canines. Present Mikey gulps down his fourth glass of peach vodka and asks for another one from the bartender. “Before you… do anything… I need to disclose something,” She opened her nightstand, and reached for her hidden bottle of lube. Mikey played with the waistband of her underwear as he sat up. “I’m into whatever you want me to be, beautiful,” he smiled, the gap in his teeth made her snort a bit of smoke, heat rising in her cheeks from the adorable sight. “I’m trans… I surely don’t doubt you know how to work with a dick, considering you look like you got one yourself?” She laughed her blush off, handing Mikey the lube, and he pulled her panties off. He watched the way her cock twitched from the exposure. The orange masked turtle licked his lips and poured lube in his hand, lightly pressing a finger up to the dragon yokai’s clenching hole. She lay on her bed, took deep breaths to relax, and Mikey’s finger dipped in slowly so as to not hurt her. “Anything to please you, angel.”

~

“What did you say your name was? I’m afraid you didn’t introduce yourself,” the deer smiles kindly, leaning on the bar with their head in their hand. “Name’s Angelo,” Mikey hums. The alcohol in his system wasn’t taking effect as fast as the bar he went to last week. He finishes his drink and goes to ask for his fifth... sixth one? Before the deer interjects, asking to get two concoctions of pineapple-orange juice mixed with Don Julio Blanco. “It’s a cocktail I make at home,” the yokai informed, and the bartender handed the two their glasses. Mikey sits up straight, about to protest, but the deer interjects yet again. “It’s also on me, so don’t get your panties in a twist,” they snicker, sipping on their drink. The turtle shrugs, gulping down the drink, grimacing at the new kind of burn in his throat. “Woah, this is strong,” Mikey shook his head, suddenly feeling dizzy as he stared at the ring of condensation on his napkin. It looked a little blurry.

~

“M-Mikey…” The dragon lady yokai gasped, gripping the brick of the wall she leaned against, then reached to tug on the orange fabric of his mask at a particular lick Mikey knew would make her knees buckle. “N-not here… my dad’s colleagues… fuck,” her voice deepened the way Mikey liked, he puffed out his cheeks as he took her in his mouth deeper. He blew her for a minute more before pulling himself off and responding, “Let them see how pretty you look, sunshine, let them know I’m the one that gets you like this,” he churred, nuzzling against her thigh under her skirt, and she trembled while his hands reached to hold hers. The box turtle rubbed his thumbs along the backs of them. Intimately. She pulled them back, but Mikey took that as a sign to lift her up, a feat she had always wondered how he could do considering she was twice his weight. With Mikey now standing, he unbuckled his trousers and spat on his hand. He reached for the tender area right under her tail and stroked her before he plunged a finger inside, a small whine escaping her throat. She panted, looking down at the box turtle mutant with affection in her eyes as the stars were held in his. One hand held her up against the wall while the other jacked her off, and spurts of her essence covered his hand, all while she whimpered and he complimented her to the point where she wanted to become a puddle on the ground.

“You look so pretty when I make you cum, honey!”

“I can’t wait for us to go back to yours so I could stay between your gorgeous legs for as long as I want.”

“We could do this all night if you want to, angelface.”

It all came to fruition when they arrived back in her bedroom, cries of ecstasy leaving her lips as Mikey thrusted into her, desperate groans of passion echoing in the walls. He moved to grasp her white hair, leaning down to bite her neck, his other hand stroked her cock at a steady rhythm matching his pace. He continued whispering filthy things about how he could watch her come undone for hours, how he would love to watch her touch herself knowing he could touch her better, how cute her dislodged scales looked if he scratched or bit too hard, and before she knew it, her juices made a mess of her sheets yet again, while Mikey came inside her, his own cum leaking from her while she hugged her burning pillow, sniffling at the loss of yet another cushion she could easily replace. She quaked, still sensitive from her orgasm, and Mikey pulled away to start getting on with their usual aftercare routine.

~

Mikey is on his seventh drink and he doesn’t know his left from his right, laughing along to every joke the deer yokai told, reciting some of his own, the two seemingly laughing at nothing. The bartender told them she would hold off on serving them unless they leave or sober up, so Mikey stood from his bar stool, blinking up at the deer yokai who decided to stand with him. That’s when he gets the urge to go for what he had been thinking about all night. “Why don’t we go back to my hotel room, angel?” He slurred with a wink and a grin, standing a little closer to the blushing red stag. “As long as we sober up… you’re my dessert tonight, pretty peach,” they giggle, adjusting their black dress, linking arms with Mikey as they walk out of the bar. The mutant box turtle looks up, blinking, seeing red scales instead of fur in his haze, a smile playing on his lips as the two retire from the bar for the night. “That’s what I like to hear, sunshine."

RAAAAAAH RAH RAH RAH *FOAMING FROM THE MOUTH AND CONVULSING* I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT SM

Jules I want 12 donatello. And 12 leo. I want the 12 blurple please. First impressions ig.

fixing that up and making it all four 2012 turtles because you told me to >:)

also, everyone tell spoopy happy birthday or i'll slice your elbow skin.

hmmmm this request isn't specific and i'm feeling particularly fluffy today so here's this monstrosity of 2012 turtles x gn reader (the turtles are aged up to their twenties i guess)

this is so mid

this is actually so mid even for something i had only 24 hours to produce

i'm rewatching the ENTIRE 2012 series because i HAVE THE BOX SET WITH ALL 124 EPISODES and i will characterise them all so hard

i just keep adding on to this author's note istg who let me start writing fanfic again (spoopy this is all your fault)

(i love you though pookies mwah mwah)

(happy birthday <33)

So Much For Huevos Rancheros

You decided a sleepover with your favourite mutants was long overdue, so last night you went to the lair wearing your fluffiest pyjama pants for an impromptu movie night. Mikey chose an R-rated Chris Bradford film to make fun of, and all of you agreed to make it a bad movie night. Ninety minutes and a turtle pile for sleeping later, you wake up to the smell of breakfast wafting from the kitchen.

Groggily, you sit up and wince at the stomachache, immediately laying back down due to your stomach telling you to kill yourself. Raph groans beside you, reaching for your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours, yawning with a comfortable smile. Mikey's head was previously on your chest and Donnie's is on your lap, drooling on your pyjamas. The orange turtle was awake, rubbing at his eyes and giving you a dopey smile as you looked up at him.

"Morning tummyaches again?" He reached down to your stomach, rubbing your left side gently to soothe the aches. You sigh in relief, thankful enough that Mikey knew just how to make your mornings better. After a moment, a blush flushes your face and you sit up to bump your head against his plastron.

"Thanks Mikey," you peck his cheek then carefully get up, trying your best not to wake Raph and Donnie. The youngest turtle brother goes to turn the TV on again, keeping the volume low. You move on to the kitchen, where Leo seems to be the one cooking.

He was wearing a a frilly apron, which seemed out of character for him, but he was making huevos rancheros, just the way you showed him. Your heart lept in your throat at the display, sighing dreamily as you watched your turtle work.

"Come here and give me a good morning kiss, hm?" He turned, smiling at you while you lean forward, planting a chaste kiss on his lips. You try to step back but he drops the utensil he was using to wrap an arm around you and keep you in close proximity so he could keep kissing you. You melt in his arms and reach to grab onto his shoulders, and he snakes his arm up your back to feel how tense your back muscles had become due to the way you slept. He parts with a concerned look. "You should have slept in my bed last night," Leo frowns and jabs at one of your pressure points to undo the tension of your muscles, your spinal cord turning to cooked spaghetti.

"Nuh-uh, we all agreed on a cuddle pile last night because April and Casey couldn't come, just because you're leader doesn't mean you get them for more time than the rest of us!" Mikey walked up to the kitchen with a pout, letting the TV run as background noise instead.

"Fuck you mean, nuh-uh?" Raph yawned, walking by Mikey to nudge him harshly, then kiss the side of your head to pass by, his destination seeming to be the fridge. Mikey was flabbergasted, gesturing to Raph as if he was saying "get a load of this guy". Raphael turned from the fridge with the pitcher of homemade orange juice in his hand and a glare that put Mikey in his place.

"I... I think we're supposed to be on Mikey's side, Raph."

Donnie walks in to wrap his arms around you and nuzzle on the top of your head, breathing you in. You rolled your eyes, putting your hands on your hips.

"I swear, the four of you have a hard time sharing even though you're old enough to know how. It's cute when it's a movie or comic book but not when it's me. Can we please just have breakfast in peace? Together?" You sit at the breakfast bar and the turtles responded "yes" in unison, a smirk playing on your lips. Leo served your huevos rancheros last, giving you the freshest of the food he cooked. The four of you eat in silence, enjoying Leo's cooking.

After breakfast, the five of you end up cuddling on the couch, each turtle entangled with a part of you in some way, giving you adoring nuzzles as you watched Space Heroes together.

"You know we love you, right?" Leo whispers, stroking your hair and giving you a quick kiss below your ear, making you flinch.

"We love you lots, princess..." Donnie grins from your lap, looking up at you, then reaching for your palm to press his lips against it. Not quite a kiss, but a romantic gesture nonetheless.

"Love you beyond the moon and back, honey..." Raph reaches for your other hand, kissing a trail up to your bicep, then nuzzling into your shoulder. Mikey turns around to look up at you from below, where he usually sits when there's no room for him on the couch. He leans in to kiss your knee politely, a grin on his face as he stares up at you in wonder.

"Nothing will ever make us stop loving you, ice cream cake! You're ours forever!"

You pull your hands back to cover your face, feeling embarrassed, but heart so full. You're glad you slept over the lair and spent time with your silly turtle boyfriends.

SCREAMIIIIIIIIIING

SCREAM IIIIIIIING

Maybe one one of the brothers(rise) with a crush on reader but hears from Casey that resder marries/falls in love with someone else/doesn't make it.Whatever you feel like.ALSO LETS GO NEW WRITING BLOCK‼️‼️‼️

cyrill my friend i am going to feed you so well here

hmmmm

donatello x male reader, set a couple years after kraang-- the good timeline

i asked my friends at college to pick a turtle and a gender so i got that lol

i'll get more organised as i write more on this blog trust meee </3

enjoy!

Communicate With Your Lab Partner, Donatello!

"I see the way you look at him, Donnie."

He blinks, takes a deep breath, and shakes his head with an awkward laugh. "I don't know what you're talking about Casey, it's nothing. I've just been thinking a lot about him lately. I hope he and his eventual partner are happy together, that's all. I want my lab partner to be happy." Donatello's face contorts for a moment before it finally lands on an off-putting smile, "Anything but could affect the efficiency of which our labs are conducted."

Casey shakes his head and looks away, "Now I regret telling you about them." The time traveller sighs, standing up to frown at the softshell mutant. Donatello waves him off and urges him out of his lab, muttering about how Casey has nothing to worry about and that he would carry on like normal. But that very night he finds himself staring at the ceiling of his lab, blinking away the blurring of his vision. Donnie reaches for his phone without adjusting his posture, holding it above his face to check the time.

2:42 am.

He yawns, scrolling up to find his lab partner had texted him a funny picture of some cat meme. Donnie's lips curl up and his chest blooms with warmth as he reacts to the photo with a laughing face emoji, then responds with a meme of his own. His friend reacts with a straight faced emoji, responding with you're not funny, stop pretending you are. Donatello rolls his eyes, continuing to talk to him as the hours pass by, and when he checks the time again it is seven in the morning. It's time for the spiny softshell to head to bed even though he was meant to stay up all night regardless.

Lab Partner (7:02 AM): I know you should be heading to sleep now, but before you go, what's the weather going to be like Friday night?

Donatello sits up straight and winces as his neck's pain receptors send massive signals to his tired turtle brain, screaming at him to go to bed. He opts to shrimp over his keyboard as he checks his weather prediction algorithm, finding that there would be a seventy percent chance of rain over the tri-state area. He texts the extensive information to his lab partner, then asks him why he needs to know.

Lab Partner (7:11 AM): I asked this person out to go to Central Park expecting it to be sunny because of this week's forecast

Lab Partner (7:11 AM): But I trust your weather algorithm a lot more

Lab Partner (7:12 AM): Especially since they let Warren Stone back on the air

Delivered (7:12 AM): Scoff, any weatherman who associates themselves with that literal worm cannot be trusted for the weather. You came to the right turtle.

Lab Partner (7:13 AM): Yeah, I know I did

Lab Partner (7:13 AM): Get some rest, okay Don? I love you <3

Donatello's heart skips a beat and he stares at the screen for a moment, blinking at the three silly little words he somehow feels like he stole. Just for a moment, I could pretend... he thinks, pursing his lips as he responds in kind, then gets up from his chair to turn everything off in his lab, save for the emergency low lights. He begins heading toward his bedroom with his phone off in his hand.

The softshell is now lying awake, staring at his ceiling as he lay in bed fantasising of silly things he thought could never happen. It's bothering him, he knows it, but he doesn't feel like paying a visit to Dr. Feelings. His hand's gentle caresses on his plastron remind him of how his lab partner would hug him from behind and sway with him as he works, even though it always distracts him for a moment. The stim always brings him down to earth when he is in too deep in his work. Donatello misses the way he nuzzles into him when he's sleepy, spending days working on something together and letting him sleep on the air mattress he has set up in the corner. He misses the opportunities in which his lab partner would ask for him to sleep beside him, curling up in each other's arms.

Now that he thinks about it, Donatello and his lab partner are not strictly platonic, the way they interact with each other is quite intimate. The turtle blushes at the memory of his lips carefully planting kisses on his lab partner's head, and him doing the same. It was kismet, the way they met, since Donnie's lab partner was a former member of the Purple Dragons. Kendra let him go after he started spending too much time with the softshell rather than just spying on him. He risked so much for me, Donatello thinks, wringing his hands as he blinks away his exhaustion. He decides to take matters into his own hands, falling asleep with an uneasy feeling in his gut.

~

Donnie's lab partner wakes up with a start after a four hour sleep, promising Leo he would sleep more, then berating him for staying up late too. He makes himself a small breakfast and goes through his phone, then gets ready for his free day. Donnie calls him and he answers with a dramatic groan of annoyance. "Don, I swear, go back to sleep," he starts packing a bag to go out while listening to Donnie whine over the phone.

"I know! I know! You told me to rest and I already did. But you didn't sleep enough either so you're a hypocrite. I... wanted to talk to you about something."

"Can it wait? You need to sleep, dude."

"No, it can't."

Donnie seems to take a shaky breath, then speaks again.

"I need to tell you something important and I can't wait another day to tell you."

The mutant's lab partner sighs, then nods, even if 'Tello couldn't see him make the gesture.

"Yeah, I'll be over tonight. As long as you rest."

"I promise... I love you."

He pauses, the words ringing in his ears, bouncing around in his head like a screensaver avoiding the corners of its device. He's never heard Donnie say those words out loud before. He's never said them to him either, so the initiative shocks him into silence. Before the boy could respond, Donnie hung up the call and he stands in the kitchen with toast crumbs in his palm and marmalade on his fingers.

The difference between saying it out loud and sending it over text is made apparent in the boy's head, a realisation taking over as his heart beat faster in his rib cage. Oh... no... Being Donnie's lab partner has been fun these past few years, especially developing a close friendship like the one they have, but he finally realises how he must have come across. I should get my errands done quick to be at the lair in a timely manner, he thinks, washing his hands and grabbing his things to step out of his apartment, locking the door and starting his day.

~

Donatello is bleary-eyed and yawning to the point where his throat is dry. He stumbles into the kitchen to look for a glass of water, asking S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. to serve him some hydration. He gulps it down instantly and slams the glass down on the counter, then jumps at the voice in the corner of the kitchen.

"Happy to see you're drinking water, 'Tello."

An awkward smile plasters itself upon his face as he turns toward his lab partner, looking him up and down. He is wearing comfortable clothes as if he plans to stay a while. His tail twitches before he stops it from wagging in excitement.

"Ah, my favourite friend! I... I expected you to come to the lair much later."

"I can see that," He raises an eyebrow as he gives Donatello a once over, noting the black sweatpants he donned. "Cold?" The boy's arms snake their way around Donatello's waist and he jumps at the contact, nudging him away with a robotic laugh.

"Cold? Scoff! Who said I was cold?" Donatello now feels awake enough to serve himself his own water, watching it fill his glass as his friend stood beside him curiously. Then he gulps the entire glass down again.

"You usually wear clothes down here when you're cold. You don't opt for pyjamas like your brothers either, so you must be cold."

"Oh dear lab partner, how dare you use your observational skills on me."

Said lab partner chuckles and leans against the fridge. "You also don't reject my physical advances toward you... Is today a bad tactile sensory day?" He taps in a pattern against the countertop, signalling to Donatello that he is mildly worried. The softshell sighs and puts the glass down in the sink, stretching and cracking his limbs. He inhales through his nose, then exhales cool air that gradually calms him down.

"I am afraid of what I want to talk about."

The boy's eyes widen, his face depicts concern, and he moves on to sit on the stool beside the rack holding the pots and pans. Donatello goes to sit on the counter across from him. A couple beats of silence pass as the two look at each other, studying one another's body language. The turtle came to the conclusion that his lab partner is laidback enough to take the conversation seriously but without too much panic. He feels relaxed enough to continue talking, so he does.

"I am aware that the future Casey speaks of—whenever he feels ready to, that is—is much different compared to ours. Everything that happened in that timeline is completely irrelevant to now due to the butterfly effect. You know, how a flap of a butterfly's wings could summon a hurricane? Well... something he told me keeps nagging me. It keeps this voice in my head rambling on and on, it won't stop telling me things that make me feel... Things. I don't know what! I am feeling things and I hate when I do because I can't label them!"

Donatello stands up and begins pacing, cracking his fingers one by one as he continues to talk and his lab partner listens.

"Casey told me you had a partner in the future. It was great at first... spending a little under a decade together... then they were possessed by Kraang biomatter. You... you disobeyed Leo's orders to look for them, to capture them and keep them under control for when I found a serum to inject in them, one that could kill off the Kraang schmuck but leave their human flesh unaffected... But you didn't make it back to base."

He stands from the stool he sat on and approached Donatello, carefully holding his hands out, palms facing up. The softshell takes his hands and revels in their softness, visibly relaxing and staying put.

"Your passing is not what affects me the most," Donatello reaches up to cup his friend's cheek in his hand, swiping his thumb lightly across his face. "It's you sharing your affections with anyone other than I. That is what is bothering me."

The boy freezes, blinking up at Donatello with a confused smile. "You're the only one I share moments like these with. I don't understand what you're saying," he giggles, reaching up to squeeze Donatello's hand. The scientist is equally as perplexed.

"I'm saying that I love you."

He stands up straighter, rigid and unyielding. Heat spreads upon his face and he looks away, his laugh wavering.

"You know, hearing that in person sounds a lot better."

Donatello still holds his breath, waiting, waiting, waiting.

"I love you too, Donnie."

The mutant feels lightheaded when he exhales, then leans in for a second before stopping himself. His lab partner grins, nodding while he bites his lip knowingly. Donatello springs into action, gripping his friend's shoulders and pulling him in to meld his lips on his, tasting, savouring, fluttering his eyes shut as a grin stretched across his face, parting from the kiss with muddy, blushing cheeks.

"Can we do that more? That was really nice. I would like to open a document for this... if you let me."

He rolled his eyes and pulled his favourite turtle closer.

"Yes, you may, 'Tello. We have all the time in the world."

RAAAAAAHHHH LET'S FUCKING GO!!!!

My dear friend @spoopyblues214 started another cool story called „Rising Smoke and Sparks“ and I decided to once again draw a few scenes.

I have been waiting for the Donnie Chapter to come out, I finished the drawings in the beginning of December.

I lov him sm he's underrated

MICHELANGELO!!!! porfavor :>

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