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His Harmony, Her Hope Part 4 ❤️🐢

(Side note: Name change! @rinksu-no-joo , I can’t believe we’re on the 4th part already! I love working with you 😆!)

Raphael POV:

Raphael stared at her. The panic behind her eyes felt familiar. Her uncomfortable body language like deja vu. It took everything he had not to hold her. Hold her and tell her to let it all out. He wanted her to know that she could be vulnerable with him. He knew how overwhelmed she was. Not really, but he had a sense.

He had felt that that feeling many times. The times when he couldn’t process what he was feeling. The times where his own confusion brought him to anger. Anger at himself on the inside, even though from the outside, it seemed he was mad at the whole world.

Raph frowned, none of his brothers seemed to notice her growing anxiety. In fact, Donnie was frantically dialing up a number on his watch. “I’m gonna call April, maybe she’ll have some clothes that will fit!”

Raph rolled his eyes, but he knew Donnie was right. Besides, maybe it would help if there was if there was another girl for her to talk to. “…April! This is an emergency! Do you happen to have any…um large clothes, like for a big person? Yeah…a leotard?…that will work…What’s this about? Well…um…come to the lair as quick as you can…yeah we need to show um you something…something important…Yeah bye!”

“…Raphael!” His eyes snapped to attention. He hadn’t even realized Splinter was trying to get his attention. “I need you to steady her, make sure she stays covered, and help me bring her to the dojo.”

He nodded, glancing at his three brothers who were huddled together discussing the situation. He was glad Master Splinter chose him and not Leo. It gave him a way to help her, which is what he desperately wanted but didn’t know how or in what way to do so.

She leaned against him. Her shaking was so frantic, one might think she was cold. “That’s it…I got ya…yer gonna be okay…” He tried to find the little light in her eyes, but the tears that streamed down her face had already put it out.

“Leave my son.”

“But I-”

“I said leave!” Reluctantly he left. He knew that Splinter could calm her. After all, how many times had Splinter calmed his storms?

063 POV:

She never thought complete strangers would care so much. Even those who knew her never cared. But his gentle wise voice soothed her fear. Even if it was just for this moment. He cradled her as if she were his own. Technically the turtles weren’t his by blood either, but that didn’t make him any less of a father.

Right now she needed to hear him. And listen, and to follow his advice. “Sweet child I’ll be honest, I cannot begin to imagine how or what you are going through. But I want you to know that our home is your home, if you wish to stay here you will be welcomed…and treated as an equal.”

She nodded leaning further into his nurturing embrace. “Y-Yes…” All she could do was let go. Let go of the pain and pressure inside her heart.

“Good…hold on my dear…I have something for you…” He glided to a small book shelf across the room and brought back a small book.

A symbol and some characters lay on the neatly bound, but throughly used cover. “This is the story of yin and yang…”

She listened intently as he spoke. She knew his lesson would all make sense in time. But for now she absorbed his words. “You my dear are white and black, and I don’t just mean your marbled skin…Your dark past that lie behind and bright future that lie ahead may feel unsteady now, but soon you will find balance…soon there will be harmony…My point is numbers aren’t fit for a lady…Kaina…a name for the one mixed with bad and good…the one who will find peace and tranquility, not only in herself but for those she cares for…you are all that Kaina…”

For a long time she sat in silence with him, processing everything. She had a name. She had a name! She had a name, Kaina…Kaina. Still, something was off. Something didn’t make sense. “But how can you trust me…?”

“I have faith. You should too…find hope dear Kaina…find hope.” He smiled gently leaving her be in the empty space.

Hope…her eyes flitted around the room. Hope…her eyes landed on him…“Hey…uh…sorry to bother ya, but April…a friend of ours is almost here. She has some proper clothes for ya…” His gentle smile contrasted greatly with his hulking body, but for whatever reason hope flickered like a lit match in her heart, desperate to ignite some sort of a fire before burning out…

Raphael POV:

He almost hated himself for disturbing her, she seemed so much calmer than she had been. “I need a few more minutes…is that okay?”

“That’s totally fine, take yer time okay?” Her small, barely noticeable smile filled his heart.

He was worried that she would be scared of him. They were both mutants but maybe he had hurt her when trying to get that damn box open. He pushed his unpleasant thoughts aside, leaving for her peace.

Donnie was greeting April at the lair’s entrance. Filling her in on every precise detail, with big stupid scientific words. He loved his younger brother, he did. But Don needed to realize that not everyone was a genius like him. After clarifying is tongue twister riddle of nonsense, April’s eyes went wide.

“She’s doing somewhat better, but she needs a few minutes to compose her feelings or somethin. But maybe if she talks to another girl she’ll feel better, so maybe you should go in there April…” He knew how good April could be at calming too.

She always acted like a big sister, giving them advice for girls, even though Raph knew in his heart that nobody would ever love him like that. Not only was he a freak of nature, but his brooding personality would never allow someone that close to his fragile heart. But maybe…it was possible now. After all, he felt something with her that he couldn’t quite understand, or even explain or express at the moment.

Kaina POV:

A female mutant just like her! She had too admit it was starting to make her uncomfortable being surrounded by all these guys. They were mutants, but they were still men. She wondered what type of mutant April would be.

Her head snapped up. “…Kaina…Kaina can I come in?” It was April!

“Yes!” She hoped her voice didn’t sound too enthusiastic, but then she realized it didn’t matter she was safe with them, they weren’t going to punish her for her normal and natural functions.

In walked a human. Her heart pounded, her eyes searched for an escape, there was no way out. Her eyes like daggers on the human, the target. Who was she? Before she could be hurt she sprang into action. She tripped her with her tail, slamming her down on the floor. April tried to fight back but Kaina was already on top of her, threatening her and asking her questions.

Raphael POV:

“…Kaina? I like it.” Of course Leo had to kiss Splinter’s ass.

It didn’t matter if he liked it. It wasn’t his fucking name, it only mattered what she thought. Her comfortability came before anyone else’s right now.

A sudden high pitched screams caught him off guard. The boys hurried quickly to the dojo. April was being pinned down. Kaina was crying, muttering curses under her breath. He looked up at his brothers, all of them had their weapons drawn.

“Ow! It burns!”

Kaina had so much fear in her eyes, Raph knew violence wasn’t the answer. He quickly pulled her off of April and as much as she kicked and screamed, as much as her skin seemed to sting his own, he hugged her. Pulling her tight into his embrace, coaxing her. Allowing her tears to fall onto his scaled skin. He held her until she stopped fighting. He held her till her breathing became steady again.

Kaina POV:

Leo bent down lifting the human to her feet. “April are you okay? I never thought she would do this…” April?

April was a human? April was trying to kill her. “…She was trying…to inject…me…with…” His eyes seemed to understand and comfort her.

“These aren’t syringes Kaina, these are sewing needles, Raph gave them to April in case the leotard didn’t quite fit. That’s all.” Donnie reassured her, showing her the small kit.

“April is a good human, she would never ever hurt us.” His gruff voice rolled like water over rocks in a shallow stream. Raphael’s touch felt so warm, so comforting.

“Yeah dude April saved us from Shredder. We could’ve just been experiments like you. But she rescued us and brought us here. Not to mention she keeps us a secret from other humans, except for our other allies.” Mikey nodded at his brothers and April.

“Why don’t we get outta your way and let you get dressed, then you can rest for a while. How’s that sound hmm?” She nodded, she was already getting sleepy from being in his arms.

They left. She told April how sorry she was. And now she reflected on her day as she pulled up the fabric. It felt soft against her sore cramped muscles. A whole lifetime of emotions had spewed out of her in a single day. She was exhausted. She turned around in the mirror admiring the way the little specks of glitter shined and shimmered. Just how the dark black of the fabric consumed any surrounding light, sleep consumed her and she fell asleep…hoping…hoping to wake up for a better tomorrow…

"Four Turtles & A Baby"

(TMNT BAYVERSE)

🐢 Chapter One 🐢

The weather was a perfect match to his mood. The storm outside raged with rain pounding on the surface, thunder rumbling, and occasional flashes of lightning illuminating the dank, dimly lit tunnels of the sewer. Raphael sat against the wall, tending to a bruised arm and scowls at the ground, his frustration palpable.

He muttered to himself. "Stupid fucking Leo…" They'd been training again and his brother had cheated, catching him off-guard and putting him on his ass. "Always having to show off and get all the praise..."

As the thunder growls overhead, he shifts slightly, glancing up at the storm drain above. Water cascades down into a rhythmic chaos that only amplifies his irritation. He sighs.

"Can’t get a break, can I? Just a freakin’ night off…"

Another thunderclap, he leaned back, fully prepared to sulk some more. Just then, a high-pitched sound pierces through the roar of the storm—a baby’s cry. His ears perk up, confusion quickly overshadowing his anger, and he sits up abruptly. "What the…?"

He inches closer to the storm drain, wiping the rain off his forehead, peering through the slits in the grate. His eyes widen as he squints against the deluge. There in the gutter, swaddled in a damp, tattered blanket, is a small infant, soaked and squawling. No way… No way this is happening. As lightning flashes above, he sees the tiny face, round and helpless. It's a little girl. She's nearly naked, and her skin is pale, indicating that she had been there for at least a couple of hours. The sight twists something unfamiliar to life deep inside of him. Who the hell would leave a baby out here?!

He scoffs. "Great! Just what I need… a crying baby to deal with while I’m nursing my own shit!"

The rain continues to pour. Not a single person is in sight, and with each passing minute, the baby’s cries grow weaker and more desperate. Raphael knows he can’t ignore it. He steels himself, eyes hardening. He makes his way over to the storm drain, grabbing hold of the grate, tugging at it with all his strength. It creaks but doesn’t budge. With a determined grunt, he pulls again, and the latch finally gives way. He allows the grate to fall to the side with a metallic clang.

"Hang on, little one. I got you." He reaches up towards the bundle, feeling the rushing water splash against his arm as he carefully scoops the infant into his arms. Her wails echo in the dark tunnel, a sound so small, yet it hits him like a freight train. "It’s okay… it’s okay," he shusses. "You’re safe now."

The little girl stares up at him, wide-eyed, her cries quieting just a little when she feels his touch. She's freezing cold. Previous agitation forgotten, all Raphael can focus on is the tiny life cradled in his arms. Determined, he carefully carries the infant through the sewer, navigating the darkness with purpose, the storm’s fury now a distant memory as his heart fills with a protective instinct unlike anything he’s felt before.

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This is my very first attempt at story-posting here. Please don't judge me too harshly! 🙏😐

His Harmony, Her Hope Part 3 ❤️🐢

(Side note: There’s no specific POV so it’s just gonna switch naturally. Co credit to @rinksu-no-joo Everyone is aged up)

The recognition hit him hard. It was another mutant? It? She. She was…beautiful…she was naked! Heat flooded to every part of his body. His limbs felt like warm uneaten jello that got left on the counter all night. He knew he should do something but all he could do was stare.

She was used to being tall and big, but being here in a box, surrounded by unknown mutants made her shiver in fear. The one masked in red had muscles on his muscles. He looked almost big and mean as stared down at her with a certain intensity, if not had been for the noticeable blush that flooded across his face. The purple one on the other hand, was quite obviously trying to do anything but look at her, with a face almost just as flushed.

“Woah! So that’s what boobs look like up close! Nice!” Raphael’s instincts finally kicked in as he hit his youngest brother’s head.

“Mikey you asshole! Can’t you see that she’s terrified?” He glanced around frantically trying to find something to cover her.

His new blanket! It wasn’t finished being knitted yet, but it was enough to protect her. He swiftly snatched it from his lounge chair and brought it over to her. He held it out to her, and tried to show her that despite his looks, he wasn’t that scary.

This wasn’t like him! She was part of Shredder’s new evil plan, yet he still felt the compelling urge that she wasn’t a threat.

She sniffed at the fabric, it smelled warm and musky. Not a bad sent but an enticing one. Like this blanket was her only chance of survival. She grabbed it, pulling the soft warmth over her cool skin. Yet she never once looked away from his intense green gaze.

Leo, you also had a late reaction jumped up, “I’ll go get Splinter!” he took off running.

Donatello shifted his goggles trying to get a read on the strange new mutant. “Donnie! Stop that! Yer just freakin her out even more! Just ask, like normal for once!”

“Okay okay…So uh…do you have a name?”

She frowned. Did they mean number? Only people could have names. Yet all of them seemed to have names. “…063…?”

The turtles frowned in confusion. “See! If you just let me do a sca-”

“Here she is Dad!” An older mutant stepped up.

For the first time she allowed her eyes to roam the room. This wasn’t at all what she was expecting. Her world started to spin again in panic. She needed to anchor herself in those green eyes again.

“Who are you and where did you come from?” His voice was soothing like old classical music.

“She says her name is 063!”

“Mikey my child, let the girl speak for herself.”

She knew she was trained differently. She knew this couldn’t possibly be Master Shredder, still she spoke, revealing her past to them. “I am 063, the men and the doctor told me I was ready.”

“So they numbered you and left you naked like some sort of lab animal!” Raphael could feel his anger rising.

He was not just mad for how they treated her, but how they would have been treated had they not been saved by April. “But that is what I am…” Nothing in her aurora eyes seemed be evil. They were just clouded with delusions from being brainwashed.

“Oh my, what did they do to you my dear?”

“What do you mean? They were treating us, giving us new opportunities. We were sick and they were trying to make us better. They didn’t always succeed, and sometimes they were harsh, but I am strong now. I am ready to serve Master Shredder. But you aren’t…you aren’t the other mutants…are you?”

Splinter sighed. “I’m afraid you have been manipulated since childhood. Shredder is evil. He needed you as a weapon, nothing more.”

Her whole world was a confusing mess. It couldn’t be true! A small part of her knew but it was so far buried. She was sad. She was angry. She was confused. She was numb. Her whole world seemed to be. And not even his comfort could save her at the moment. Or so she thought…

The way👏 I want to be sandwiched 👏 between these two mother fuckers! 👏👏👏

Cooking Naked Bayverse 💙 ❤️ 💜 🧡 🐢

(Side note: Not all of them are actually cooking, but who cares cuz they’re naked! I love them…I giggled so much while writing this. This is for mature audiences only. Everyone is 18+)

Leonardo💙:

The smell of bacon filled your nose, and in the distance you could hear sizzling. You smiled and wrapped the warm blanket around you. Your blanket smelled like him. And he, your amazing boyfriend, was taking care of you. Cooking breakfast.

You walked in and got the beautiful sight of his scaly green butt glistening in the sunlight. “Shit!” You stared as Leo grabbed a towel and wiped his plastron.

“What happened Leonardo…” He turned to stare at you.

He liked keeping composed around you but he wasn’t perfect. “Some of the bacon grease keeps splashing on me. Where are your aprons love?” You walked over and got one out for him.

‘Kiss the cook’ and that is what you did as you put it on. The blanket falling from your shoulders to the floor.

“I figured you’d need a hearty breakfast after all the work you put in last night. You were so good for me.” He smiled returning your kiss.

“I’ll need it for today’s rounds…” You giggle.

“You most certainly will…now…let me take care of you, go sit down a the table…and behave.”

You walked slowly. He watched as your naked body glided away from him. Beautiful, but how indecent of you. He thought quietly about you. What to do with you. How many orgasms he would heat up for you. Mmmmm…delicious! Now that was a damn good breakfast.

Raphael❤️:

“You know Raphael, we’re usually supposed to eat before we have sex.” You peeled yourself off the carpet.

Raph hadn’t even walked five feet into your apartment before you two were banging like nobody’s business.

“Yeah well, maybe if you hadn’t started it we wouldn’t be here right now…So what did ya make for dinner anyway?”

“Pasta but it probably needs to be reheated.”

“I can do that.” He was already was turning the burner on.

You frowned. “Aren’t you going to put your clothes back on?”

“Why bother? We’re just gonna do it again.” He smirked.

That was a good reason, plus seeing him naked was always a treat. You walked over to him, brushing your fingers on his arm.

“You’re distractin me…” He gave a light playful smack to your butt.

“But that’s my job Raph…”

“You can do it right…here…” He easily picked you up and sat you on the counter.

You swung your legs and marveled his muscles. Damn he was toned everywhere. Muscles even rippled on his ass when he shifted. You reached down. Sneakily trying to relieve your desire. But Raph saw you out of the corner of his eye.

“Whatcha think ya doin? Huh? You just said I had to wait for my desert, yer gonna have ya wait too shorty…” He warned.

But despite his growl you kept going. He would have taken you there by now. He groaned jaw clenched, white knuckling the wooden spoon. Then with the blink of an eye you were being pinned down on the dining room table.

Donatello💜:

You wake up exhausted. 5:00 am, it took awhile to find the safest way to the surface and you already snoozed your alarm once. Groggily, you pulled your clothes on. You reach over to his side of the bed but it’s empty again. Sighing, you head to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee before you have to leave for work. That’s when you see him.

Buck naked. Sneaking into the family Pop Tart stash. He only did this when he ran out of his own hidden away stash. You stop and stare at your boyfriend, admiring his cute green butt. Just as he’s unwrapping another pop tart and shoving into his mouth, you make yourself known.

“Donnie…what are you doing…?” Your sweet voice rang out startling him and causing him to choke.

Getting control of his coughs he spoke “…Nothing! I…everything…I got hungry…” a look of guilt in his eyes.

“Donnie honey I could have gotten you one, you just had to ask.” You touch his arm tenderly, before giggling at his nakedness.

“I know but I wanted more than one…like…thirteen…” You stared at him wide eyed as he showed you the evidence.

You smiled sly and slipped out of your unwanted clothes. He gulped down the last bite of Pop Tart and stared.

“Donnie dear, if you were really hungry for something sweet you could have eaten me…” you giggled bouncing up to steal his lips for kisses. Laughing at the crumbs still on his face.

Michelangelo🧡:

“Hey anglecakes, I’m hungry gonna go heat up some leftover pizza. Do you want any sunshine?” You sleepily smiled at your boyfriend and nodded.

It was already lunch time and you were getting hungry. You shifted up on the couch as you watched your boyfriend stride into the kitchen, naked as the day he was born, without a care in the world.

He took out two different pizzas and looked over at you. “Pepperoni or pineapple?” You were to busy staring his manhood to notice.

“…banana…I mean uh…do we have any um…sausage!” He laughed waggling his brow.

“No you had all of it last night…remember…?” You thought back to last night and giggled.

Mikey put a slice of each on both plates, and popped it in the microwave.

As he waited he did a little fun sexy dance just for you. Just he was about to twerk the microwave beeped. He brought over the pizza.

“Ow! Hot!” A bit of cheese fell on your sensitive skin.

“Yeah but it’s not as hot as us hotness…” He dipped his head low to lick the sting. “Yummers…”

What happened next was yummy indeed.

His Harmony, Her Hope Part 2 ❤️🐢

(Side Note: I’m not that great at fight scenes yet😢. POV changes. Thanks again @rinksu-no-joo for the idea and being so awesome!)

063 POV:

A loud blaring alarm shook her immediately awake. Red blazing light blinked and flashed around room, as she quickly hopped out of bed to see what the commotion was all about.

One of the men with masks was calling out their numbers, “323, 458, 063, 917,…” unsure of what to do she made her way over.

“Sir, what the hell is going on?” One of her peers asked over all the noise.

The look he gave 801 made it clear she was speaking out of turn to a superior. “You all are being transported to Japan to meet Master Shredder, but first we need to give you an injection.”

It had been years since 063 had any injections. She wondered if she was strong enough now to take on the pain. But before she could think about it much longer, Doctor Stockman was already calling her number.

She quickly followed him into his lab. He always had so many cool gadgets but she knew better than to touch them. Still it was nice to look at them, especially to distract herself from the immediate and intense pain. His chemical filled beakers, test tubes, and other scientific equipment, usually grounded her when her world started to spin.

Today was different though, as she looked around to see the changes he made throughout the years, she noticed the box of neatly stacked syringes. The fluid in them was different in color and consistency than she was use to. She braced herself for impact, trying her hardest not to use her natural defense mechanisms. If she poisoned Doctor Stockman she would be in a huge heap of trouble.

But as he slowly pushed the needle into her soft flesh, she realized that despite a little prick she felt no pain at all. Actually, it felt fine…numb…and painless.

As she drifted out of consciousness, she could hear him shout: “She’s done…take her…917!” Maybe they were all being punished. Maybe this was the end…She felt nothing as everything, even her own thoughts, went dark.

…

Raphael POV:

“It appears the Foot Clan been building something right under our noses! Now they’re transporting it to their base in Japan.” Donnie typed away as a maps and diagrams popped up on his computer screens.

“Is this the same place that Shredder is hiding out at?”

“Yes Mikey…Look guys, their ship hasn’t left New York waters yet, we have to try and stop them-“

“And see what exactly it is they’re taking.” Leo interrupted, nodding in understanding.

“Mkay so what are we waitin for? Let’s go already.” Raph was already ready. As soon as he heard Donnie say Foot Clan he knew it was bad. And then they were on their way.

…

Every inch of the ship seemed to be guarded by Shredder’s henchmen. Nevertheless they were pretty bad at doing their jobs, each of the turtles quickly and quietly disarmed some of them.

“Cowabunga motha fu-“

“Mikey!” Leo whispered furiously.

But it was too late the others had already noticed their presence on board. “Great going idiot!” snapped Raph, already preparing for battle.

“Sorry dudes, I gotta little carried away.”

As they kicked, punched, and overall fought the Foot Clan, Donnie spewed information about where their precious cargo was located on board. “We’ll have to go down to the third level!”

“Guys! Check it out.” Leo gawked as he finished his opponent with a final thwack to the back of his head and pointed.

There, in the distance were more ships.

“More…?” Raph wondered why they needed so many ships.

“Let’s head down below, and figure out what it is that we’re dealing with. Then we can see if we need to tackle all these other ships” Leo stated, opening a hatch that lead below.

After fighting off more Foot Clan guys than they could count, they finally arrived to a singular box, on an otherwise empty level.

To Raph it didn’t look like anything they could open easily. “Well what now leader?” He looked over to Leo.

It still angered him sometimes that Leo was in charge, but Leo tried to give each of them, but especially Raph more leadership moments from time to time.

“Well whatever it is, it’s probably to difficult to open. But it looks like it’s an important piece of the puzzle for whatever they are building. We need to take it back to the lair. Donnie check for tracking devices, Raph do you mind?” Donnie finished up and pushed it over to him.

Raph grunted as he lifted the heavy metal box. He was surprised that it was pretty light for a metal box with supposedly something inside. But he decided maybe that was what Shredder wanted them to think, and didn’t say anything.

…

063 POV:

She was cold. It was dark. But she could…she could hear voices…? She wasn’t dead! Before she could get too excited she calmed herself and listened.

“Raph careful! We don’t want to destroy what’s inside!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.”

These weren’t voices she recognized. Who could they be? Why did they not know she was in there? Why was she in there? Where was there? She didn’t know. She stayed cautious. She felt cramped and alone, just as she felt as a child. She jolted as she heard the awful sound of metal being cut. Sparks and small pieces of metal pierced her soft skin. It surprised her more than it hurt.

Then she saw light. It was bright and her eyes had to adjust, but she was able to make out him…And he…peered down curiously at her…

This is soooooooooooooooooooooooooo good!!

Bruised

18+ THIS IS SMUT.

We in angst town baybee! Hurt\comfort because am soft. Bayverse Raph x reader. Aged up as always.

TWs: domestic violence, strong hints at strangulation, hints at previous sexual assault, dissociating\panic attack

Cloaca references.

Written for @turtlecleric

Special thanks to @yorshie and @avery73 who's wonderful brains I picked for Raph Opinions and who helped me brainstorm immensely. This fic would not exist without them.

It happened again. It always happened again. One perceived misstep, a bad day, the wrong choice of word at the wrong time; it didn't actually matter. It never mattered. He was violent because he chose to be violent. Because he wanted to be. He wanted to hurt, and he got away with it. People liked him. They liked him a hell of a lot more than they seemed to like you, because it didn't seem to matter what he did to you. They always chose him. Maybe you just didn't love him enough. Maybe if you loved him, really loved him, he wouldn't want to hurt you. Maybe he knew you didn't love him enough - knew you had eyes for someone else. Feelings, too.

With a heavy sigh, you release yourself from your musings and rise from bed. Fixating on how shit your life is wouldn't make it any less shit. Besides, you'd see him today. Getting dressed, you fantasized a little about what it might be like if he loved you instead. What it would have been like if he had chosen you first, before Gabe had. It was … indulgent. Decadent. The mere concept of being loved for real. Tenderly.

It was torture.

Shaking out your limbs, you free yourself from this worse line of thought. Pulling on an oversized hoodie, you sink into the comfort of its weight - into the comfort of invisibility. If the marks that litter your arms, your throat, can't be seen then maybe you can pretend they aren’t there. At the very least, you can try.

You look forward to the day ahead, pushing those more painful musings to the back of your mind as you head out. It had been too long since you'd been able to spend a full day at the lair. Not since your relationship had started to get more serious. Gabe had taken to monopolizing your time, getting violent if he discovered you'd gone to see a friend without telling him or spending too much time with other people. But that didn't mean you couldn't sneak time with them wherever you found the chance.

It has become something of a subconscious routine at this point, sneaking quietly into the dojo to watch Raph train after Gabe had put his hands on you. Something about the way he moves when he's in his element, the precision and control in his powerful strikes when he's focused, makes you feel secure when everything else feels unsteady. When Gabe turned your world upside down, Raph made everything right again.

Today, though, you were not so lucky.

“Hey, Angelcakes!” Mikey's joyful voice calls to you as soon as you step foot inside the lair, his body bounding towards you in greeting like a giant Golden Retriever puppy whose favorite person had just arrived. His arms are around you before you can get a little distance, before you can shut him out, and you have to hide the way you wince when his strong arms wrap around your bruised ribs and *squeeze*.

“Hey, Mikes. You're in a good mood today.” You barely manage to contain the pained sound in your voice, and if he's noticed he doesn't call attention to it.

“Of course I am! My favorite girl is back!” His voice is so *excited*, so *happy to see you* that you can't bring yourself to be disappointed that he'd intercepted you on the way to your usual routine.

A raspy sounding laugh escapes you as you hug him back. “It’s good to see you, too, Mikes.”

He pulls back, a suspicious squint as he studies your face and looks you over. “Is everything okay? Your voice sounds … wrong.”

*Fuck.* He wasn't supposed to pick up on that. *He's going to find out*. Mikey might be a goober, but he's not an idiot.

“Oh, yeah.” You smile reassuringly at him. “I had a cold a little while ago, and I can't quite get my voice back.”

His squint narrows, and for a moment you're afraid he doesn't believe you, but then his face lightens once more. “You should've gone to Leo, babe! He's got, like, a million teas. I'm sure he could give you something.”

“You're right. I'll have to ask him later.” You reply, guilt curling up in your chest at the knowledge that you've lied to him about something so important, and he *believed* you. It makes you abandon your usual routine, following Mikey back to the couches instead of slipping off silently to the dojo where you know Raph is training.

Mikey has noticed the way you always slip into the dojo first, and he has no shortage of ideas as to why that might be. “No Raph time today?” He asks slyly, a hint of mischief in his grin as he looks at you from his spot on the couch.

For your part, you feign ignorance at his question. “What, I can't hang out with my favorite youngest turtle?” You ask him coyly.

Mikey’s sly smirk cuts straight through your coy reply. “I see you, angelcakes. Your first stop is always slipping into the dojo. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are.” His sly smirk quickly morphs into a knowing, evil grin. “Those puppy dog eyes you get when you ogle him are a dead giveaway, too.”

“I do not ogle him, Michelangelo.” You argue, however the blush on your face lets him know he’s right on the money.

“Oh, you definitely ogle him, angel.” Mikey responds, getting off the couch to crowd your space in that annoying-little-brother way he’s so fond of. “I’ll bet you’d like to do a lot more than that, too.” He says lowly, his voice suggestive as he waggles his eyebrows at you.

“Don’t be crass, Michelangelo.” You scold him, a hint of embarrassment to your voice.

Mikey’s eyes positively *gleam* with mischief at the sound of your voice. “Oh, you *do* want to do more than that!” He practically squeals.

“You know what, maybe I *will* go find Raph instead.” You respond, voice deadpan as you turn to step away from him.

Michelangelo practically leaps off of the couch after you, eager to continue his teasing. “Oh come on, Angelcakes, don’t be like that. I’m just saying that you’d *like it* if Raph -”

His voice dies in his throat instantly at the sound that comes out of you when he grabs your forearm. He’s never heard you *whimper* before.

There’s an impossibly long moment of dead silence that stretches between you as the two of you stare wide-eyed at each other - you like a deer in headlights, him like a hawk on the hunt.

“Angel.” Mikey’s voice comes out firmer than you’ve ever heard him before, his entire body perfectly still in a way that screams danger.

“Mikey, no.” Your voice is unsteady, your response too quick. You know it’s too late, but you can’t help it - you don’t want him to piece it together, don’t want to see the look on his face when he does. “It’s fine. I’m fine, it’s nothing.” You try to twist, to pull your arm away, but his grip on your arm is unwavering. Somewhere in the back of your mind, the sound of a door sliding open and shut again registers, but your focus is entirely on the youngest turtle in front of you and the way he’s looking at you like he *knows*.

Mikey doesn’t put as much emphasis on the importance of proper form and technique as Leo or Raph, but it’s a mistake to think that means he’s not just as fast or as skilled as they are. In one swift motion he has your sleeve hiked halfway up your arm, and the both of you freeze. Your eyes are fixed on him, preparing for a reaction, but his eyes are still fixed on your damaged skin. He isn't moving. It feels like your breaths are coming at a million miles a minute. Neither of you fully register the sound of footsteps moving through the kitchen behind you - or so you think.

“Raph.” His voice is shaky as he calls out to his brother, and if you thought you were afraid of Mikey's reaction before, you are *petrified* of Raphael’s.

“*No.* No, Mikey, *please*, no -” you try to shush the youngest brother, but it's too late.

Raphael walks in, annoyance on his face until he sees the two of you. His brows knit in confusion, and he opens his mouth to ask what Mikey wants, but then his eyes finally land on the now bared arm you've been trying to pull from Mikey’s hold. His jaw snaps shut, and you feel your breath stall in your chest.

The waiting is the worst part. He is silent for one impossibly long breath, and then he is pushing Mikey out of the way to take your wrist in his massive hand. His eyes are still fixed on your bruised skin, silent rage building behind his gaze as he *stares*. You’ve never seen Raphael this still. Never seen him this *angry* before, and that was saying something. Several moments go by, and none of you move. It feels like you can’t breathe, like you’re suffocating under the scrutiny of his gaze on your marred skin.

“Say something. Please.” You beg quietly, voice tinged with fear and anxiety as you brace for the rejection you're certain is coming. Who would ever want *damaged goods* like you? Certainly not Raph, who values *strength*.

“He thinks he can beat on *my girl*?” Raphael snarls.

For the first time since you’ve known him, it’s *Raphael* that sends your world spinning on its axis. Before you can ask him if you heard him right, his hand is off your skin and he’s *gone*, running out of the lair faster than you’ve ever seen him move and leaving you standing there frozen in place.

“Mikey?” Your voice is quiet and shaky, barely above a whisper. “Mikey, *what did you do*?”

“What did *I* do?!” His voice is incredulous as he stares at you. “What do you mean, what did *I* do? I’m not the one who left a *bruise* on your arm.”

Mikey instantly lowers his voice the second he sees you flinch. “Hey. Hey.” He calls to you softly, finally moving to pull you into a gentle embrace. “It’s ok, Angel. It’s going to be okay.”

Your body can’t seem to relax as he pulls you against his plastron, his hand running softly over your hair. You’re trembling. “He’s going to hate me, Mikey.”

“Angel, why would he hate *you*?” Mikey's quiet voice asks in disbelief.

“Because it's *my fault*, Mikey. He hurts me and I can't stop him. I let him hurt me. I'm too weak to make him stop. I'm weak, and Raph values strength. He's seen how *pathetic* I am and he's going to stop wasting his time on me.” The tears are hot on your face as you speak.

For once, Mikey doesn't have anything to say. He wants to tell you none of that is true, but he doesn't think you'll accept it - not from him, anyway. He's not the brother you need to hear it from. He wants to comfort you, to tell you some magic words to heal your heart, but no words come. So he simply holds onto you instead. Quiet murmurs as he guides you to the couch once he notices your legs shaking, soft reassurances that Raph is coming back and that everything will be alright. You're still tense at his touch, and for the first time in a long time Michelangelo realizes that you're *always* tense when someone touches you - anyone but *Raph*. He wastes a few moments in self-pity, thinking about how he should have *noticed*, how he should have seen it because he's the *emotional* brother. But those thoughts don't help you, and they can't undo what's been done. You don't need his regrets right now, you need his brother.

*Where the fuck is Raph?*

Mikey does the only thing he can think of, and sends his brother a text.

Raphael can barely hear his phone going off over the sound of the blood rushing in his ears, the *crack* of bones shattering beneath the pressure of his hand. This *bastard* thinks he can lay hands on his girl? He thinks he can leave a mark on your arm like that? Well, Raph will just have to return the favor - *in spades*.

The screaming stopped an hour - and several bones - ago. All that's left now are pathetic, ragged whimpers. Small, wet sounds and the cracking of bones breaking.

And the sound of his phone going off.

‘She needs you, bro. Now,’ is all his younger brother sent. It's all he needed to send. Raphael casts one last sneer at your boyfriend - no, your ex-boyfriend - before he leans down close to his face.

“You stay the fuck away from *my girl*.” He snarls, and then he's gone into the night. As much as he'd love to keep hurting that bastard, he had more important things to attend to. He'd planned to kill him - to make sure he never touched you again - but he'd have to settle for a thorough maiming.

*You* were more important than his vengeance.

When you see him, he's covered in blood. You hadn't heard him come back, hadn't realized he was there until he was right in front of you. There's a hollow look on your face that he can't stand, and it only serves to stoke the angry fire burning in his chest. It's like you're waiting for everything to fall apart.

“Hey, darlin’. I'm here.” Is all he says for a long moment. He doesn't touch you yet, still too angry to trust himself to have gentle hands for you. His eyes rove your features, stilling on the bruise that started all of this. The sight of it makes his blood boil just beneath the surface again, and he can still smell that bastard on you. Suddenly, he just needs to do *something* before he leaves again to finish the job. “Come on.” He growls, scooping you up with one arm like you don't weigh anything at all and carrying you with him to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he grabs a washcloth and sets you on the countertop beside the sink. His movements are extremely precise and controlled as he goes about wetting the cloth to wipe himself clean of every last trace of your rancid boyfriend, carefully controlled to contain the anger. He's silent, quieter than you've ever seen him, and still absolutely furious.

After a moment, you simply can't take the silence anymore. “Raph?” You ask quietly, your voice even more hoarse than before and barely audible now.

“You don't gotta worry about him anymore.” He says gruffly, scrubbing at the blood on his knuckles.

“Raph -”, you go to speak, but he cuts you off.

“You've been datin’ that piece of shit for a year. How long’s he been hurting you?” He says, his voice sharp with barely contained rage.

“I…” you begin, but your voice dies in your throat as the shame takes hold. “Since… since August.” You admit quietly, your voice so quiet he actually has to lean down a little to hear you - and when he does he goes completely, perfectly still.

August. *Eight months.* That bastard's been beating on you since *August*. Raph’s fingers move to the edge of the countertop, gripping so hard he can hear the tile cracking, cracking, cracking - just like that bastard's bones. He wants to break more of them.

That was when he'd realized he loved you - about eight months ago. When he'd started to call you his girl in the quiet of his own mind. All this time, he'd been *right here*, and you'd picked that bastard. It makes him want to keep breaking things - to break everything until there's nothing left that isn't as broken as his heart right now.

“Why'd you let him do it?” He growls out lowly, hating everything about this conversation but *needing to know*.

“I don't know.” You tell him in that same quiet, broken voice, and the sound of you *hurts*.

“He hits you, and you take it, and all you can say is ‘I don't know’?” He responds, his voice thick and low with the anger he's trying to contain.

You open your mouth to say something, to defend yourself, to tell him that it isn't that simple. It's not like you had just laid down and taken it! But he doesn't give you the chance, too consumed by his own anger and pain to be sensitive right now.

“Why'd you stay? Why didn't you fight back? Why didn't you *leave*?” He asks, his anger boiling over now. *Why didn't you pick me?*

“I don't know! I don't know, okay?! Everything just - it happened too fast! He was nice to me and then all of a sudden he'd just - he'd claimed me and then he was hurting me and I had nowhere else to go, okay?!” Your voice is raw and hoarse and broken in its desperation.

Eight months of this, eight months of him pining after you while Gabe was beating you and you thought you had nowhere else to go. You always had a place to go - you could have gone to him, you could’ve been in his bed, and none of this would have ever happened.

His hands come to cup your jaw, dwarfing your face tenderly between them. “Darlin’, you could have come to me. You could have come home.” His touch is hesitant, tentative, as if afraid you’ll flinch at the feel of him.

There's no anger left inside of him anymore. *Of course* you hadn't known. He'd never told you. He'd been so good at hiding what he felt that he'd gotten exactly what he wanted - you hadn't ever realized his feelings for you. You thought he didn't *want* you, because that's what he'd *made* you think. He hadn't given you the *option* to pick him over Gabe.

“You could have come home.” He repeats softly.

There's a moment where you simply let him hold your face like that, eyes closed as you fight the tears. It's too much - everything is too much, and his words are stuck in your brain. “I did fight back, Raph. I *did*.” You tell him, your quiet voice watery with the tears you're keeping inside. You sound broken, and all Raph wants to do is put you back together again.

“I know you did, darlin’. I know you did.” He tilts your chin up ever so slightly so you have nowhere to look but him. “*My girl*? She's a fighter.” He tells you, his voice soft. His eyes study you carefully, searching for any sign of discomfort - any sign that you're about to pull away. When you let yourself lean into his touch instead, his eyes are impossibly soft on you. “You're my girl, darlin’. You've always had a place here.” There's a quiet sniffle as you press your face into his hands a little more. The way you nuzzle against his palm for comfort, seeking more of *his* touch, fills him with a warm sense of pride.

It's your next words, though, that really do him in.

“This whole time, I wished it was *you* instead.” The words come out of you almost of their own accord, summoned by the way he keeps saying you're *his girl*. “All I could think about was … was how *different* everything would be if it had been *you*. I *wanted* it to be you. I wanted to be *your* girl, not his. I've always been your girl, Raph.”

Your admission is so soft, so sweet, so *heartbreaking.* His arms wrap around you like a fortress. All this time, all this pain, all this *wanting* when he could have been *having*. When you both could have. It *shatters* him, and suddenly he needs to see - needs to *know* how badly he's fucked up. He finishes wiping away the last of that bastard's blood, unwilling to let any part of him touch you ever again, and then his massive arms are scooping you up against him to cradle you against his chest. His feet are moving before he's even really conscious of it, carrying the both of you to the safety of his room. It's not until he hears the soft click of his door closing that he sets you down, reaching behind him to turn the lock as he studies you carefully. His eyes take stock of every inch of you, checking you over for any sign of discomfort, any indication that you don't feel safe.

There isn't any. Your eyes are still nervous, still filled with disbelief that any of this is happening - that your nightmare is *over* - but you look more at ease in his presence than he's seen you since all of this started hours ago.

A giant, gentle hand comes to cup your cheek as you look at him. “I need you to take off your shirt, darlin'. I… I need to see what he did.”

His voice is so quiet, filled with something so genuine that you can't help but do as he asks. You're tired of hiding it, anyway. Tired of covering for Gabe and all of the ways he's failed you - all of the ways he's hurt you. He doesn't deserve your protection, and you won't be giving it to him anymore. Still, your hands tremble when you reach for the hem of your sweater. Not quite able to bear the look on his face when he sees, you turn so your back is facing him as you pull first the thick hoodie and then the worn tee shirt you're wearing away from your body to reveal the extent of the damage. Your hands pull your hair up and away from your skin so there's nothing left to obstruct his view but your bra.

There is absolute silence for one long moment before you realize that it isn't silent. Raph is *growling*, the sound so low you can't even hear it. You can feel it, though. Feel the way it reverberates through your bones, the way it rolls through your chest like waves of thunder. Casting a glance over your shoulder, you see the intense way his eyes are roving over your body, taking in every single mark before his gaze meets yours and he gestures with his head for you to turn around so he can see the rest of it.

Everything stops the moment his eyes land on the handprint around your throat. Neither of you move - you're not even sure that he's breathing anymore. You're certain that you aren't.

When he finally breaks the silence, his voice is dangerously low. “I should have gone back - I should have made him hurt *more*.” His hand reaches for you, gentle fingertips sliding their way carefully over the mark as if to cover it with himself, to erase it. He can still smell that bastard’s scent on you and something primal in his brain *snaps*. He's pulling you in to him by the waist before he even knows what's happened, curling down to press his face tenderly against the hollow of your throat and nuzzle against the bruise there in an instinctive display as he leaves traces of *his* smell there. He needs to do it more - needs to leave his scent on you *everywhere*. Needs to cover you in *him* until there's no trace of that bastard left.

“Raph?” You ask him quietly, your hands instinctively coming up to rest on his chest.

He rubs his face gently against you for a breath more before answering you. “I'm gonna fix it, darlin'.” He murmurs softly into your skin, his lips brushing feather-light over the handprint on your throat with every syllable. His mouth drags over the bruise, pressing gentle kisses over it, up the column of your throat to the underside of your jaw before he speaks again. “Gonna make it so there's no trace of that bastard left on my girl.” His hands are trailing along your body, his touch so light it's almost ticklish as he slides his face along your skin to find the next mark and cover it with his scent.

The tender way he's touching you, the way he's *claiming* you, is so at odds with everything you've experienced that for a moment you're entirely overwhelmed. It's too much - too much and yet somehow *not enough* all at once. He's touching you like you're something *precious*. You don't realize you're on the verge of tears until a shattered gasp escapes you.

His head snaps up at the sound, eyes checking you over intently, and the loss of him on your skin makes you feel so *empty* that all you can do is grab desperately at him.

“No, please.” Your voice comes out pleading and desperate and broken. “Please don't stop, Raph. Please.”

Raphael is a strong man. A fortress. The shield that protects the ones he loves. Despite that, he finds himself wondering if there's a man alive strong enough to resist you when you sound like *that*, because he sure as hell isn't.

“Shhh.” He soothes, his voice low and deep. He wraps a large hand around your wrist, bringing your bruised forearm to his mouth. His gaze never leaves yours as he brings your skin to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss there and nuzzling his face along the point where your veins lie just beneath the darkened skin. Raphael is consumed with the need to paint over every mark, every bruise, every hurt with traces of him instead. You can see in his eyes that he's staking his claim over you, replacing every hint of Gabe with strokes of him so that there can be no mistake. You're *his girl*. “I’ve got you, darlin’.” He speaks against your skin, lips brushing against you in a way that sends goosebumps down your spine.

His massive hands are impossibly gentle on you, despite the immense power in them. Despite the way he could absolutely *crush* you if he wanted, there's no scenario in which Raphael would *ever* hurt you. All of his strength - all of that power, all of that *deadliness* - and there's nothing in this world that could ever make him turn it on *you*.

“I don't want to hurt anymore, Raph.” You tell him, your voice shaky as you tremble at the way he touches you like you're something precious.

“Nobody’ll ever hurt you again, because you're *my girl*, you hear?” He says, his voice a low rumble against your skin. There's something in the way he touches you, the way he's *laying his claim on you* that is in such stark opposition to the way that Gabe had claimed you, and it's all you can do not to crumble beneath his fingertips.

Gabe had turned your world upside down for the last time, and Raph was here now to make everything right again.

“I want to stop feeling so broken, Raph.”

“Let me fix it, darlin'.” His voice is low, filled with promise as his massive hand cups your jaw, his face coming back in to nuzzle across every mark he can reach. Gentle hands with gentle pressure sliding their way across your skin, cupping around your sides to stroke their way up your low back to the bottom of your ribcage. You've never seen him so singularly focused before, every atom of his being intent on painting himself over every last trace of your monster of an ex. No one's ever *touched you* like this before, and it's almost too much to bear. A dizzying, heady sort of feeling overtakes you with every pass of his face, every stroke of his fingertips, every press of his palms. It's too much, it's too much, it's too much - *it's not enough*.

He's so *focused*. Focused on the *scent. On getting Gabe's scent off of you, on getting *his* scent all over every last inch of you. He's so focused on his task that he almost misses it.

What's *this* scent?

A new smell, this one *all you*. Sweet, and enticing, and enough to lose himself in if he isn't careful. It's dangerous. It's *you*. It takes him a moment to process, for it to register - *you're aroused*. You're *into this*. Into the way he's covering you with traces of *him*. And then he's spiraling. His entire body freezes, rigid as he drags in a sharp breath through his nose, fighting to retain control. He *needs* you, but you don't need this. Not *now*. You need comfort, need to be held, need to be touched with gentle hands like you're something *precious*, you need -

"Raph.” Your quiet voice cuts through the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears. “Raph, please.” The sound of his name on your lips as you plead is almost enough to break him. “Put me back together.”

He can feel his control *shattering*. Raph wants to give you what you're asking for, wants to give you *everything*. He's *desperate* for it - but he won't be like your ex. He won't hurt you, not ever. He won't *take* from you. He needs to be sure, needs you to be absolutely certain.

“Darlin’...” His hesitation is clear despite the hunger in his voice. He wants to *ask*, but he doesn't know *how*. He's never *done this* before.

“I used to imagine it was you, instead. When he'd…” You swallow, not willing to give that particular memory a voice right now. “I imagined what it would be like with *you*. Please, Raph. I don't want to *imagine it* anymore. I want to be your girl, Raphael.”

That's *more* than enough permission for Raph, and he lets his last shred of control fall away. His lips are on yours in a second with a desperate, hungry kiss. It's messy, and hard, and wet, and full of every ounce of *need* in his body. His tongue darts out on instinct and for a moment, he’s worried he’s overstepped, but then your lips part so sweetly for him that he just can’t help himself. He needs more of you. Hands grip your waist, firm but ever so careful not to hurt you - *never* to hurt you - and he guides you back towards the foot of his bed, his tongue surging forward to explore your mouth greedily.

Your legs knock against the frame of his bed and suddenly he’s picking you up, his grip firm and secure as his arms snake around you to keep you close as he maneuvers you up so he can climb onto the bed. Careful hands lay you out beneath him on the mattress, his mouth never leaving yours. He’s pressing your head into the mattress with the force of his kiss, hungry with a primal need for more of you. It isn’t until your lungs start burning with the need for air that he pulls away, his eyes raking over your half-naked form laid on the bed - on *his* bed.

A shiver runs through you at the sight of him there above you, staring intently down at you like a man starved. One huge hand slides its way up from your hip to your ribcage, fingers gliding over the fabric of your bra. When you arch your back a little to grant him better access, he takes the invitation and reaches around to unclasp the thin material, sliding it off of your shoulders and leaving your torso entirely bare for him.

His breath hitches in his throat at the sight of you, drinking you in hungrily until he spots the faint outline of an old mark left behind. A low, dark growl escapes him to know that your bastard ex had left his mark there, too, and he’s nuzzling his face into the plush flesh of your chest to leave his scent and rewrite the story on your skin. You’re *his girl* now, he thinks to himself, darting his tongue out to run it soothingly over the faint mark.

The *sounds* you make at that have him feeling about half-ready to drop then and there. He’s never heard anything like it before, and doesn’t think he can survive if he doesn’t hear it again. His tongue darts out again, slower this time, lingering as he makes his way to your nipple and runs his tongue across it. A low whine escapes you at the feeling, and he does it again, needing to hear it over and over. If you make sounds like *that*, he’ll run his tongue over every last inch of you without complaint. His hand comes to cover your breast, rolling the peak of your nipple between his fingers experimentally. A satisfied grin tugs at the corner of his mouth as he takes in the sight of you, pleased with himself as he earns another low whine from you.

When he brings his mouth down to run his tongue over your other bruises, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses over the darkened skin as he continues teasing your nipple with his fingers, you think you might just crumble beneath him. It feels so much *better* than when you had simply been imagining it was his mouth on you instead of Gabe's. There’s a moment where the thought flickers across your mind, and you feel like you can’t *breathe* - because *what if you’re imagining it*. What if it’s not real, if *none of this is real*, what if that bastard finally got what he wanted - finally *broke you* so *completely* that you’re too far gone to even know what’s happening to you anymore?

Raph can *feel* the way your breath catches in your chest, and something about it is *different* this time. His eyes dart up to meet yours, and immediately he knows something’s *wrong*. Your gaze is distant, unseeing as your entire body freezes, and suddenly he doesn’t know what he’s done wrong but he knows he has to keep his promise - he has to *fix it*.

“Hey, hey, hey, darlin’.” Large hands move to cradle your face so you’re looking at him as he hovers over you. “What’s wrong?” There’s an uncharacteristic tremor to his voice as he looks at the distant, panicked way your eyes fall on his. He asks again when you don’t answer. “What’s wrong, darlin’? Talk to me.” Every muscle in your body is rigid, and he doesn’t know what to do. Part of him is screaming to back away, that he’s scaring you. Another part is terrified you’ll think he’s abandoning you when you need him. He *doesn’t know what to do*. So he just keeps talking, keeps stroking your face. “It’s just me, darlin’. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did, but I - I’ll never do it again, sweetheart. I promise. Please.”

It’s the ‘I’m sorry’ that catches your attention, makes you focus on his voice. You’re pretty sure you’ve *never* heard Gabe say those words, not for any reason. Least of all for *this*. Your eyes are already on his, but now they’re actively *on him*. His hands on you feel more like a memory, like it’s happening to someone else, and you can hear your own voice quietly asking him for reassurance. “Raph?”

His breath comes out in a rush when he sees you start coming back to him. “There she is,” he strokes your face adoringly, “There's my girl.” He says with a small, relieved grin.

“Tell me…” You can feel your voice in your own chest again, feel your throat as you swallow. “Tell me I'm safe.” It comes out like a quiet plea, and it's all Raph can do to bring his big arms around you and cradle you close.

“You're safe, darlin'. I'm here. You're safe.”

You can feel his hands on your skin now, feel the way his plastron presses against your bare chest. You're back in your own skin, your body yours again, and you use it to raise your hands in a tender caress. “It's not your fault, Raph. I just… I got lost in my own head, that's all.” You explain, wanting to take away the guilt you can hear in his voice when he speaks to you.

“We can stop. We don't have to - we can stop, sweetheart.” He murmurs against your shoulder, terrified that he pushed you too far.

“No.” Your response is instantaneous, the thought of being bereft of the feel of him against you in this moment worse than any of the torture you'd been through before. “Please. I don't want to stop, Raph. I want to feel you everywhere. I want you to *fix it*. Please, Raphael.”

He wonders again if there's a man alive who's strong enough to resist you when you sound like *that*, and he thinks to himself that if there is then he's glad it's not him. He doesn't want to stop, either. He wants to touch you *everywhere*, wants to replace every bad memory with a memory of him. Wants to make you feel good, feel better than you've ever felt before.

*You* kiss *him* this time, and all bets are off.

Suddenly, his hands are *everywhere*, searing a path along your skin. He wants to hear those sounds you made earlier, wants to know what other sounds you can make for him, wants to know that he's doing it right. He wants to be the *only* thing you can think about in this moment.

To his credit, it's working.

Your mouth matches his, hungry and desperate and tender all at once as your lips slide against each other. A nip at his bottom lip and now it's your turn to be enraptured at the sound that comes out of *him* - something low and rumbling and *animal* that lights your skin on fire. You want to know how to get him to make that sound *more*, make it again and again and again. Something delicious occurs to you then, and you gently press at his shoulder to encourage him to roll over, to let you try something.

Curious, he follows your lead and rolls to his back, his strong hands bringing you with him to straddle his lap. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you nip at his bottom lip again. This time, when he makes that rumbling churr, you can feel it where your clothed core is seated on his plastron. A spark of heat runs up your spine at the feeling and your whole body shudders, earning a smug grin from Raph. He opens his mouth to comment, but the feel of your mouth pressing open mouthed kisses and little nips along the side of his throat makes his jaw snap shut, the words dying in his throat and being replaced by a deep growl. Your lips travel lower, exploring the skin at the junction of his neck and shoulder. Hands that seem far too small and delicate on his massive frame push gently at his gear, encouraging him to take it off.

He obliges quickly, his eagerness more apparent than he wants it to be but unable to hold himself back as he sits up a little to unbuckle his straps and pauldron and slides them off. His motions are hurried, not willing to keep his hands off of you for longer than necessary. The sight of you on top of him, bare chested, your now messy hair falling to frame your face has him feeling a little breathless. Adjusting yourself so you can slide your way down his body, you start trailing kisses along his plastron.

Once it's clear where you're headed, clear what your *intent* is, he reaches down quickly to pull you back up to his eye level.

“Not this time, darlin’.” He pants out, a primal part of him positively screeching at the knowledge that he's *stopping you*, but he has to keep his wits about him. He knows he isn't… typical, that his anatomy isn't what you're used to, and he's afraid he'll scare you off before he's had a chance to show you just what he can do with it. A chance to win you over first. Besides, this first time isn’t about him. When he hears the way you whine, a low chuckle escapes him. “Next time, sweetheart. I do my job right, there'll be *plenty* of next times.”

The urge to pout is strong, but quickly overpowered by a desire for *more* as he presses his mouth to yours again, tongue sliding into your mouth as he rolls to place you beneath him again. Taking a cue from your own ministrations, he moves to press open mouthed kisses along your jaw. When you make that low whine he likes so much, he knows he's onto something. Tentatively, he scrapes his teeth over the edge of your jaw. It's louder, this time. Encouraging him on. Happily, he obliges. His hand comes up to cradle your nape, adjusting the angle of your head to give him better access to your throat as he dives back in and presses a hot trail down your throat with his mouth, his tongue dragging a thick line across your pulse and making you shiver. *This* sound is higher, less a whine and closer to a *whimper*, and he's determined to pull more of it from you.

You can tell he likes the way your breathing has gone a little ragged, likes the effect he's having on you. And, god - so do you. It feels so *good* with him. He's a quick study when he wants to be, you think to yourself. His free hand slides down your side to rest at the waistline of your pants, tracing gentle patterns along the edge of your hip with his fingertips as he continues his assault on your throat. Somewhere in the back of you mind, you had been concerned about the mark on your throat and the way it aches, but he's so mindful of it - so careful and gentle and *tender* - that all it does is tingle faintly when he runs his mouth over it softly. Your focus has zeroed in on what his fingertips are doing there on your hip now, hesitantly exploring, and you arch yourself ever so slightly against him. His fingers dip below the waistline of your pants, running along the top edge of your panties for a moment. He's hesitant, as if silently asking for further permission, and you grant it to him eagerly. Your feet press against his mattress to lift yourself up, giving him the space he needs to undo your pants and slide them down your thighs with your panties.

It's decadent, he thinks, the way you look there on his bed. Naked, hair splayed around your head like a messy halo, lips puffy and well kissed as you look at him with open adoration in your eyes. He could get drunk off of the sight of you like this. “You're so beautiful, darlin'.”

You feel a little silly that out of all of this, everything that's happened so far tonight, it's Raphael calling you *beautiful* that brings a blush to your face. The feeling doesn't last long, though, because he's got his mouth on your chest again and your entire body feels positively electric at the sensation. Is this what it was supposed to be like? All this time, is this what you could have had? Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of having *missed out* washes over you, but it doesn't last long. Too distracted by the sensation of Raph’s tongue flicking out over the hardened peak of your nipple, his large hand kneading your other breast as his fingers toy with that nipple too, the thoughts simply drain from your mind like water through your fingers. When he finally begins to trek lower, pressing kisses along your abdomen, he makes sure to keep his hand where it is. He likes the way you respond to his calloused fingers rubbing against your sensitive skin too much, wants to keep hearing what it does to your voice when you whine for him as he makes his way down.

Teeth scrape gently over your hip, causing you to jolt slightly at the sensation with another whine - this one more high-pitched. He can smell your arousal even stronger now, and it takes everything he has not to simply dive in like a man starved. Instead, he presses little kisses and nips along your inner thigh, teasing you as he gets closer and closer to your core.

Raph pauses, hovering over the spot you want him most, his hot breath fanning across you and kicking that sweet, heady scent back up at him. His eyes flicker to your face for your reaction, needing to be absolutely certain. When he sees you looking down at him, eyes half-lidded and biting your lip in anticipation as you snake a hand down to grip at the tails of his bandana, he has the confirmation he needed.

You're pretty sure there's fireworks going off in your veins when he presses the wide expanse of his tongue against your entrance and *licks*, tracing a slow stripe along the entirety of your entrance and up to your clit. His tongue is large, just like the rest of him, and it works you over slowly. Again and again and again, licking that slow stripe along your entrance to flick over your clit and back. Over and over, until your head falls back and a low moan tears its way out of your throat. You can *feel* the way his eyes are studying you, absorbing your every reaction and reveling in them as he learns what you like. Everything he does is slow, almost achingly so, building your anticipation and arousal as much as he can.

Raphael wonders briefly whether it's possible to get addicted to this, before deciding that he doesn't actually care if it is. That's fine. He can be an addict, as long as you're his fix. His fingers are still playing with your tits as he lets his tongue press inside of you at last, and the sound that earns him has his eyes rolling back for a second as his hips jerk into the mattress involuntarily.

Your own hips jerk to meet his face eagerly, and he takes his free hand to hold you in place. “Don't be greedy, darlin'.” He murmurs against your folds, and you outright whimper at the loss of his tongue inside of you.

That deep, animalistic churr starts up again at the desperate little sound you make, and you can *feel* it when he presses his mouth back to your slit and slides his tongue inside. It's too much, it's all too much, and the sensation sends you rocketing over the edge faster than you've ever come before. His tongue doesn't stop, and neither does that churr, as you ride out your high against his mouth. The feel of your walls fluttering against his tongue has him dropping eagerly for you, his cock sliding out and pressing against the fabric of his shorts. He has you pressed down so firmly with his free hand that you can't even buck your hips for more, can only lie there and take it as he laps at you. His own hips have no such restraint, and he's grinding himself against the mattress almost instinctively as he urges you towards your next orgasm. Your fingers grip hard at the base of his mask, nails scratching a little against his skin, and it only spurs him on. He doesn't let up even after you finish, his thick tongue fucking into you over and over and over until your eyes roll back and a pretty little keening moan falls from your lips as he brings you over that edge a second and then a third time.

He *definitely* likes *that*.

It isn't until you start whimpering that he slides his tongue out, kissing your entrance gently as he looks up to take in the sight of you. “How'd I ever get myself such a pretty girl?” He muses with a grin, his eyes soaking up the way you practically glow from the release he'd just given you.

Your eyes track his every movement as he brings one of his large hands to his mouth, using his thumb to swipe firmly at his bottom lip, wiping away the wet mess you’d left there. A tremor runs through your entire body at the sight.

His eyes don't miss the way you respond to the sight of him, and it makes something in his chest puff with pride. Knowing he has that kind of effect on you is outright *dangerous*, the kind of thing that could drive a man to think he's invincible. But then you're tugging gently at his mask tails, urging him to come back towards your face, and he knows he's not invincible. How could he be, when you're his biggest weak point? He hauls himself up, shoulder muscles rippling as he prowls over you like a big cat.

The sight of him is something to behold, and you can't resist tugging him down to press an adoring kiss to his lips. There's a tender moment where you're just kissing him, arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close. But you can taste yourself on his lips, and it's only fueling your arousal.

“Raphael. I want you. Please.” You murmur softly against his lips.

For a moment, you think maybe you've said something wrong because his entire body goes completely still. Every muscle in his body is rigid, and you're about to say something to let him know it's ok, you don't have to, when his hips stutter and buck against you and suddenly you can feel just how *badly* he wants you, too.

There's something like embarrassment on his face when he looks at you, and you can tell he's debating something.

“It's -” he tries to start, but the nervousness in his throat chokes the words before he can get them. He wants to *warn* you, to tell you what to expect, but the words won't come. He screws his eyes shut and takes a deep breath before trying again with a different tactic. “Just - just don't look, okay?” His eyes open to meet your gaze, pleading with you to listen and sighing in relief when you nod.

“Tell you what. You keep that handsome face right here where I can kiss it, and I won't look at anything else.” You tell him playfully, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

His mouth seeks yours in an instant, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. He shifts to slide his shorts off, kicking them to the floor before settling himself between your legs, the both of you fully naked now besides his bandana. He likes the way you tug at the tails of it to guide him and to anchor yourself when he makes you feel so good you feel like you're floating.

There's a sharp gasp when you feel his cock slide over your entrance. It's big, bigger than you're used to, and suddenly you're *very* glad he had enough knowledge to prepare you with his tongue first. He ruts against you a few times as he kisses you, coating his length in your slick before he pulls back just enough to line himself up with your entrance.

His pupils are blown out as he looks at you, the green of his eyes practically gone as he grips his cock and rubs the tip of it against your folds, earning a whine from you that drives him on. Slowly, afraid to hurt you - afraid you'll change your mind - he pushes inside. The moan you make at the feel of him let's him know that changing your mind was never even on the table.“*Fuck*, darlin'.” He moans in response.

It's awkward, and unsure, and it takes him a moment to find his pace, but it's still better than anything with Gabe had ever been. Despite his inexperience, his *instincts* know what to do, how to make you come undone for him. He's a fast learner, too, taking everything he's already filed away and using it to his advantage. He knows he won't last long - you feel *far* too good for that - but he's determined to give you one last high before following you over that ledge. When your hand reaches up to pull at the tails of his bandana again, he can't stop the churr that comes out, can't fight the need to scent you again. He buries his face against your throat, growling at the thought of anyone else ever having touched you, leaving his scent all over you. When he feels you clenching around him in response, a high-pitched keen working it's way out of your chest, it's all he can do to tumble over that edge with you.

It takes a while for him to ride out the waves of pleasure, and the way he keeps fucking into you keeps you hovering right at the furthest frayed edges of your own high. When he finally stills, finally comes down from his own high and pulls his face back from where he'd buried it against you, it's all he can do to look at you.

If he thought you were glowing before, he's pretty sure you're positively radiant now.

Your hands are reaching up, petting his face as he wraps his arms around you to pull you in close as he shifts onto his side. Neither of you speaks, simply curling into each other for a long moment. Raph presses his face back down to your throat, breathing deep to find only his own scent mixed with yours now, and a contented hum radiates through him. He runs a hand over your hair, nuzzling against you affectionately.

“That's my girl.” He says softly, and he can't help the way he smiles when you press further against his plastron to nuzzle him back. “That bastard's never gonna touch you again. Nobody will ever hurt you again.”

There's a moment of silence as you let his words wash over you, before a spark of worry lights in your chest. “Raph, what exactly… did you do?”

His arms tighten around you as he remembers the wet crunch of bones breaking. “I taught that bastard a lesson.”

Your chest tightens with worry. You'd kept the turtles secret from Gabe, never trusting him with that knowledge. Now he knew, and there was nothing to keep him from making sure everyone else knew, too. “He's going to tell people, Raph!”

“Yeah, well, let him know what it feels like to have somebody beat on him and nobody believe *him* for a change.” He grumbles. He made sure there wasn't any evidence. There was no reason to worry. “In the meantime, we'll get your stuff and we'll move you in here, where you belong. Don't worry about him anymore, darlin’. You got better things to think about now.”

It was so obvious to you now. How blind you'd been from the fear and the pain to have not seen it before. Of course you had somewhere to go. You were Raph's girl, after all.

Taglist: @luckycharms1701 @thelaundrybitch @thejudiciousneurotic @khayalli @desceros @gornackeaterofworlds @mxalmighty sorry if I missed anyone! I lost my taglist doc again.

🩵Those🩵Damn🩵Lil🩵Blue🩵Pajamas🩵 ❤️🐢

(Side note: Despite the blue, this is a Raphael story, not a Leonardo one 😶. Raphael x Reader. Mature audiences only, everyone is 18+)

The turtles had just gotten back from their latest steak out, and Raph and Leo were already fighting about something. You knew you had to find a way to make them stop.

You also knew it wasn’t a good idea to put yourself between them. They were too busy sizing each other up to notice you. You could easily get hit. Not on purpose of course. But even though you knew the risk, as their swearing got increasingly more aggressive, you butted your way in.

Planting a firm hand on each their plastron you tried to push them away from one another. “Raphael! What’s…going on?” You managed to get his attention, while still speaking gently to him.

“Nothing! It doesn’t matter that much anyway…” his eyes intensely glared at Leo as he started to turn away.

He hurriedly walked away from Leo. His pace fast and weighted with rage. You basically had to run to catch up to him. As you both rounded a corner you reached out and snatched one of his muscular arms. Your hands made their way down to pry open and unfold his balled fist.

His fiery eyes met your concerned gaze, as he stole a glance at your hands on his.

“Raph…do you…do you wanna talk about it?”

His jaw clenched as he noticed your cute little tank top and shorts. Normally he liked seeing your ass peak out behind a thin peice of fabric. Normally, if you wore other colors it wouldn’t bother him. Red looked the best on you of course, but he didn’t mind if you wore one of his brother’s colors. Any color looked good on you.

But tonight, seeing you in those little sky blue pajamas, sparked a jealous rage inside of him. Stupid fucking Leo! His scowl got scowlier. Before you could say anything else, he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder.

“Ya had to wear those damn lil blue pajamas!” He hissed into the side of your hip.

You shrieked as his movements gradually grew in aggressiveness. He angrily slammed the door to his room and threw you on the bed. Without a word, but with a growl he tore off your pajamas like they were made of nothing.

“Ya had so much blue on, but know yer all naked…might have make ya turn all red!”

He sat down, pulling you across his lap. He rubbed and squeezed your fat juicy ass.

All of a sudden his hand shot up and right back down again, with a firm hard smack. It stung. Oh. My. God. It fucking stung! You cursed but all that came out were incoherent high pitched noises. You wiggled and writhed, but you were totally helpless underneath his immense strength. Finally, after the initial sting went away it felt numb and…mmmmm.

And just just as sudden as before, he did again. Harder this time. You squeaked, he groaned and let out a low chuckle. He swatted at your ass a few more times for good measure. After all, you were so very naughty.

“Mmmmm…such a beautiful shade on ya. Let me see yer pretty lil face…so cute….” His hand wrapped around your throat, supporting your chin as you stared exhaustedly up at him.

You bit your lip and sighed. He was so hot and he always seemed to be getting even hotter.

Both sets of your cheeks displayed a nice bright pink. He groped your burning ass. He moaned as he shifted under you. It was then that you felt him. Felt just how hard he was getting from spanking you. From punishing you.

He pulled you upright by your hair, and sat you on his lap to face his intense gaze. He kissed you. Hard. He forcefully pulled you into him. His tongue swirling around yours like some sort of intimate dance. His mouth and teeth scraping down to the pulse of your neck. Traveling to your collarbone. Licking and sucking gently, until biting down hard just above your breast.

Leaving a big red swollen mark, just enough to make the skin not bleed, but leave a bruised claim on your body. That was when you knew you were in for it rough the rest of the night.

His Harmony, Her Hope Part 1 ❤️🐢

(Side note: Raph x OC. This is a request from the lovely @rinksu-no-joo , they had the original concept and idea in mind so I thought I ought to credit them. This is a prologue, so she goes from a kid to 18+ here. Feedback is always welcome!)

She started out in a lab. She wasn’t the only one. There were others. All different types of animals. All labeled by number, hers being 063. She never knew their treatment was unfair. But it was.

They all were brainwashed into thinking of it as a privilege. But really they were all test subjects. She was a science experiment and that’s how she was treated.

They were put in cages, given food and water, and the bare minimum for survival. They were expected to behave, if they didn’t they would be taken by the men with masks.

They were given “treatments”. Pills and injections weekly, sometimes daily. The injections hurt. It felt as if every cell in her body was being morphed and disfigured. Sharp ringing pains pulsed throughout her body. The effects lasting for hours, but sometimes days.

063 was scared of the men with masks. She saw how the taken ones came back. They were was an empty nothingness in their eyes. So, she decided to keep her head down and not cause trouble.

However her neighbor, 299, was not so careful. She was mischievous and often tried to encourage 063 to talk or play games. 063 eventually opened up. The pair became friends.

But slowly 299 became sick. Very sick. Her once cheery laugh, became small tired smiles followed painful wheezing.

Doctor Stockman told the men with masks that she wasn’t responding to her treatments very well. What was actually happening was her natural biology was weakening with the advanced mutagen. The two could not coexist.

Then one day the men with mask came. 299 was too weak to even sit up, so they had to carry her away. They never came back. She never came back. Her cage lie as empty as the whole in 063’s broken heart.

As 063 grew up, the men with masks would praise her. They would make disgusting remarks about her body. Yes, she was beautiful. With big lilac eyes that shined like amethysts, and her beautiful white and black marbled skin, with the body and height of a mutated salamander but the curves of a woman. But that still didn’t make their special attention okay.

With only a few mutant experiments remaining, their treatments were stopped. And she was moved. Their new living area was bigger but not exactly nicer. But to her it was luxurious.

Their training began. The men with masks trained her and the others in capoeira. A style of fighting that seemed to mimic almost dance like movements between opponents.

Everyday they trained. If they didn’t preform well they would be punished. If they weren’t up on time they would be punished. If they didn’t take things to the utmost seriousness, they would be punished.

They were taught who to serve, and who to take from. They were taught how to use their natural animal abilities to fight. That meant she had to relearn her invisibility and poison secretion tactics. You see, in the lab she would get punished for them, but here it was rewarded.

But none of it was worse than the day they had to fight each other. She didn’t want to hurt anyone else. She didn’t understand how hurt was considered good, it didn’t feel good on either side. Nevertheless, she did what she needed to survive.

Finally, the day came. Master Shredder wanted to meet his new weapons. He was told they would be sure to destroy anything in the way of their mission. But would they? Would she?

What if a small part of 063 hadn’t been brainwashed? A small part of her that would and could change?…she just needed to find the right guidance…and that day was coming very soon…

💜Donatello x ADHD Reader💜🐢

(Side note: So the polls results asked for Bayverse Donnie with fluff. So based off of those I wanted reader to wanna touch all his cool gadgets. Cuz I have ADHD and shit and I would do that lol. Everyone is 18+)

Your eyelids fluttered open again. Donnie told you he would come to bed more than an hour ago. So you had decided to set a timer to make sure he actually got sleep.

Now this timer was the bane of your existence. You groaned as your bright phone screen hit your sleepy eyes. You shut off the timer and looked at the time: 4:08 am.

You frowned standing up and lugged your legs off the bed and with groggy but angry steps you made your way to his lab. Just before you were about to snap at him you stopped and leaned by a table near the entrance.

How could you yell at him when all he was doing was what he loved. Science. Experimentation. Building. Creating. He was so mesmerizing the way worked. Even when he was tired he was so completely in the zone.

“Hey…” your soft sweet voice lifted his attention away from his work.

You were the only one who could distract him. Living with four brothers meant you had to learn to block out the background noise. But there was something about your alluring presence that distracted him.

“Hey darling…” he smiled, rolling his chair over to you.

You sat in his lap as he wrapped his arms around you and lightly kissing your temple. You couldn’t help but giggle a little.

“So…whatcha working on?” He rolled the chair again back to his desk.

“Well technically it was a surprise for you later but since you’re already here I’ll show you.” he lifted a small tarp to show you his latest contraption.

It was perfect! You couldn’t believe he actually built it, sure you wanted one but you knew it would take a lot of effort. Even for simply collecting the parts and pieces, let alone the actual build time.

You squeezed him tightly. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I love it!” You squealed.

You pulled away and stared deep into his hazel eyes. You ran your hands delicate over his goggles, down to his glasses, before finally turning the ends of his purple mask in between your finger tips. You leaned in and kissed him light and sweet. But it was still enough to leave you both blushing.

“Of course dove! It’s not finished yet though…you can watch me work though…?” He was trying to sneak his way out of going to bed.

Even though you both desperately needed to sleep, you were too much awake now and he had spent so much time on it. He was nearly finished.

You reluctantly got off his lap and sat in a nearby chair. You didn’t want to distract him. Like Mikey you often distracted other people with your own distractedness, but whereas Mikey didn’t care, you felt bad about disturbing others.

You watched him but your hands focused on all the gears and gadgets on his desk. All though it looked like an over crowded mess to some, Donnie had a place for everything. And no one. I repeat no one got to touch his stuff. Except you of course.

He loved seeing your little gasps of wonder as you tinkered around. And the way you displayed such intense interest in whatever you were doing. Also, when you asked him interesting open ended questions. Gosh you were cute!

You fiddled with the magnets that lay there. Creating a little chain. You fiddled with some of the chemicals and beakers, bringing you back to childhood when you used to make potions every where you went. You scribbled and doodled cute little messages on post it notes. You strategically placed them so Donnie would find them.

“What are you up to love?” You didn’t even realize he was there, as he got down to sit criss cross apple sauce beside you. You were just placing the last post it note in his secret pop tart stash. You smiled mischievously.

“Uh…um nothing! You’ll find out later.”

“Well…I’m done…and I’m exhausted, I know you’re eager to use it but…um…can we go to bed?” His tired eyes were already trying to close.

“Of course Donnie!”

And with that you both went to his room not even bothering with the fact that it was now 7:42 am.

…

(Side note 2: I got my nails done for the first time today, to get me in the mood for writing for our nerdy boy 💜🐢! Not that any of you care, just thought it was fun!)

👍🤭

Saw something silly on Twitter and thought Raph would be fitting. Hims big.

Hi how are you doing I been meaning to ask if you could do tmnt 2012 Leo x female mutant reader who develope an obsessive crush(not yandere) on him and wants to date him badly and shows her affections through hugs and kisses ?

💙2012 Leonardo x Female Mutant Reader💙🐢

(Side note: I’ve been extremely sick so sorry for the late response. I decided not to describe too many of her mutant features, to allow for personal imagination/creativity. As always let me know if you like it, I’m always open to feedback and questions. I hope you like it 🥹 I’m still pretty critical of my own work. All characters are 18+. He’s so cute in this gif 🥰)

You paced around April’s apartment. Your tail twitching frantically behind you, as information spewed from your mouth. You were discussing…obsessing…over your crush with April.

It was silly you never really felt so nervous around someone. But Leo’s presence brought butterflies into your head, heart, and stomach.

“What am I going to do! I don’t think this is just a crush anymore April…I think…I-I-I think I’m in love with him.”

You stopped. Daring to meet her eyes to see her reaction. She had known the turtles since they were teenagers, and she was the least likely to make fun of you…well besides Leo, but he wasn’t really an option.

“I have an idea! Let’s head to the lair, I’ll subtly tell you the plan step by step. Okay?” She smiled brightly.

“Okay…thanks April.”

“No thanks for trusting me! I know it’s hard for you to trust humans” I nodded glumly.

…

It seemed to take forever to arrive to the lair. You expected her to tell you the first step but didn’t want to annoy her anymore with your neediness. You feet felt to heavy to pick up again and again. But finally you arrived.

You couldn’t tell if your heartbeat was rapid because of the walk or because the thought of seeing Leo made you dizzy all over. Either way, it was so loud you could swear it was echoing off the sewer walls.

And then there he was. Smiling and greeting you at the door like a gentlemen. Your cheeks burned as you snatched him in for a tight hug. It was so sudden it even surprised you. He was used to your hugs though and held you back. You melted in his arms and breathed in the smell off him. Lightly so he wouldn’t hear you. You could stay like this for ever

“Uh…Y/N?” He chuckled as you quickly pulled away. Cheeks burning even more than before.

“Sorry! It’s just nice to see you. I mean you all, nice to see everyone! It seems like it’s been forever.”

“It’s been a week.” Raph snapped. You reluctantly pulled your eyes off Leo to glare at him.

“A week too long!” Leo’s eyes shined almost as bright as his smile.

“Actually, the reason we’re here is we wanna train. I’ve been working with Master Splinter, and since I’m more advanced we should probably take the dojo…but maybe you two…can start with some basics…in your room Leo…?”

Him! His room! Me! Me with him, in his room! How could she do this to me? April was supposed to help, not trap me alone with him!

“Okay…” I looked up at him. He was blushing too. He never got flustered. He was always calm, cool, collected, and composed. But now…now he was blushing. Not noticeably! Only a…certain someone could see. You could see it.

Maybe you were a little too obsessed…You shook your head to clear your worries as Leo guided you to his room.

His room. It smelled like him. It smelled good. It looked good too. Bed made, books neatly stacked, weapons cleaned and placed on display. He took his katanas off the small rack, and layed them carefully on his bed. He grabbed another pair.

He paused and walked over to you. Gently he put it in your mutant palms. Guiding your hands to the right position. Who knew you could hold them wrong?

The air felt thick and heavy. He was talking you could see his lips move and make out some of the things he was saying. But you couldn’t help but notice that he felt nice. How his lips…must feel nice too. His sparkling blue eyes peered back up.

“Got it?” His voice rang. It was clear. Everything was. You knew what you needed to do. You needed to kiss him. So you did.

There weren’t any sparks or firecrackers. Just a wave of relief of the pressure that had built up. Even as his lips pressed against yours, you knew, that he knew, this wasn’t a little crush. You both knew this was love.

In that moment you realized he loved you all along as well. What started off as a friendship it slowly and beautifully opened into something beautiful. And even though you used to wish that it would happen soon, that long awaited time was worth this perfect and still moment in time. It was more special now. He was going to be there from now on.

You were both going to be there to tell each other that everything is okay…when it’s not really okay. Except that it is…with him…and you…together. Together.

💔Raphael x 💔Reader 🐢

“I love you.”

His voice was quiet.

The whole world was…

In that moment there was silence.

All she could hear were his words.

“I-I-I…I don’t.”

She refused to meet his gaze.

Too worried to see the sight of pain in his eyes.

But it didn’t matter.

She could already feel it all around them.

It surrounded them like a heavy cloud, threatening to storm at any possible moment.

“I can’t.”

“It’s because I’m a monster, a beast,…a freak of nature…”

The pain welled up in his throat. He tried to not let it show but his voice sounded shattered and cracked.

Like a mirror hitting a floor.

Cracking into a million peices.

Just like his heart.

“No…I’ve met monsters Raphael…and you…you are not one of them. They hide. Not under the bed…or in the closet…but in plain sight. You’re not a monster…you are perfect.”

“Then why.”

“I’ve said those words…those three damn words!…Too much…they don’t mean anything to me anymore…but I will say this…I trust you…I truly do…I care for us…and everything we are…and what we will become.”

It was if her words had been fingers, digging deep into is heart. Now they pulled away, his blood and flesh still under her nails.

She took a piece of him…and no matter how painful it was. How painful it was to be exposed.

To be completely open in her presence.

He knew that however many pieces of his heart she clutched. She would remold his broken soul and his broken heart…

No…they would mend each other…they would create something…

Something beautiful.

She wouldn’t fix him.

And he wouldn’t fix her.

They would take pieces of each others brokenness to build a new.

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An unbroken mirror has only one perspective, a shattered one has multiple.

But two…two broken and shattered mirrors…if they choose to open up aboutge pieces of their past.

If they choose se to face each other.

They can reflect every piece of each other.

They can stare each other down with an open and intense infinity.

An image so hard to define, so hard to imagine…yet here they were.

Here.

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Part 4 Random tmnt Bayverse questions and my thoughts: Sex?

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How did they learn what sex was? Do they watch/read/view porn? How often? Do they masturbate? How often? Are you their first? Do they use toys? For you or for them? What are they like in bed? How often do y’all do it? Aftercare?

Leonardo💙:

Master splinter sat all his sons down on day to discuss the birds and the bees. Leo was super embarrassed 😳 and felt awkward the whole time, but he tried to be mature about the situation. He was the oldest he had to set an example for his brothers and show his father he was a good team leader.

Leo never really saw a need for porn. He found out at a young age that he was a giver not a receiver. A creator not a consumer. When he watched Master Splinter meditate to one of his audios, he was in awe of how the speaker had complete control over his listeners. No hesitation. He wanted that control over someone. He wanted to gain someone’s trust and fulfill their deepest desires.

Even though Leo doesn’t deal with porn he mastrubates. Every now and then. He doesn’t do it a lot cause he simply isn’t in the mood to satisfy himself. He focuses on more important things like training, his mind, body, and spirit. That sends him on a higher plane than anything else. That is, before he meets you anyway.

You’re his first which is surprising cause he’s so calm, so cool, so collected. He does everything right the first time. He’s just really in tune with his body. He knows what he wants, and he wants to make you feel like you’re in another dimension.

Leo uses toys only to enhance your pleasure. Which in turn enhances his own. He loves to use vibrators or plugs to push you over the edge. Yes he loves to do most of the work himself but he doesn’t mind using a toy or two. He uses things like ribbons, cold metal, candle wax, small whips, rope, and paddles. And anything else he can get his hands on when the time is right. And if you are up for the challenge😏. He will never do something that you aren’t comfortable with. And if you don’t like one thing, he’ll find something else to please you.

Leo is very dominating. But he doesn’t have a god complex, most of the time that is. He will instead treat you like a god/goddess. He will worship you in any way possible. Giving him control over you will always be your choice. Every time he touches you it’s like a wild fire. All his sparks travel to the same place between your legs 🥵. He is only rough if he knows you can take it. He knows what you’re thinking before you can even fathom thoughts. He can sense when you’re ready.

You make love often, but he tries to do it when his brothers aren’t around. You see, he loves the noises you make, but that noise is only meant for the two of you. For aftercare Leo already has anything you need. He’ll make sure you’re clean and comfortable before lulling you to sleep. Sometimes he hum, sometimes he breaths, and sometimes all you can hear is his beating heart as you snuggle into his plastron.

Raphael❤️:

When Master Splinter was having “the talk” with them Raph realized he had already known about some of the things he was discussing. Most of the stuff being said though had to be nonsense so he tried not to listen to it, but it actually ended being useful in the future.

Raph usually grabbed one of Mikey’s porno magazines or if Donnie was out of his lab, he would sneak onto his computer to watch some porn. He didn’t have any of his own media because truth be told he hated it.

Well he hated that he would never find love, even fake unrealistic porn love. No one would ever love him. He would never receive or give love to a special someone 🥺.

He hated mastrubating. He always cleaned up his messes as quickly as possible. He usually pushed down his natural urges with working out. He would lift weights and exercise for hours. Till his muscles ached and his bones felt as if they might break. He pushed down his feelings so far, and built up his walls so much, it’s a wonder how you found him in there again. He’s just a hopeless romantic. Most people think that he was angry at his brothers and the world, but he was angry at himself. He hated himself.

You’re his first. He can’t believe you would trust him. He’s not exactly sure what to do, but he’s gentle. He’s slow he can read your assurance in your eyes. In the way you sound, the way you feel. You are together as one in this moment. He soaks it all in. You’re his. All his. You’re perfect.

Is a do it himself kind of guy 😤. Gets jealous when you do stuff without him. He found one of your toys. You only use them when he’s on an important mission and can’t be there to satisfy you. Besides they’ll never feel as good as him. He decides to punish you with it, but it only makes him see how good toys are. Still he prefers his hands, tongue, and dick to do the fucking.

There is two sides to Raph. Sometimes he likes to grab you by the hair or throat, and bang your lights out. Usually this means he’s letting out suppressed emotions. He’s mad at you, his brothers, or the whole fucking world. His growls and grunts, as well as the sound of wet smacking can be heard through out the lair 🫣. Luckily it somewhat sounds like he’s just working out. You don’t mind this side of Raph. You let him get his emotions out and even though he degrades you he appreciates you so much. Then there is soft and sweet Raph. Sometimes he just wants to see the look on your face when you cum for him. He wants to nuzzle your nose and slowly kiss the marks he’s left on your body from the rough fuck the night before. He wants to savor the moment. He wants to savor you. You trace his scars while he wraps his arms around your soft body.

You have sex sometimes but there’s more to your relationship than hot sex. You guys workout, watch movies, go places, talk, and so much more with each other. Just the two of you. For aftercare he’ll get anything for you. He will first make sure you’re okay. And even though you are dick drunk he can tell by your warm smile that you are fine. He hugs you and wraps you up in one of his home made blankets. He whispers “thank you’s” in your ear. His rough voice vibrates from his chest into you. Soothing your soul. He keeps you there til morning. Yeah you’re not going anywhere. Your his. All his.

Donatello💜:

When Master Splinter told the turtles about sex and bodily changes, Donnie was embarrassed. He could’ve just looked up and learned this all on his own. Still he took note of certain terms and topics so he would be sure to research them throughly later.

Donnie has a file on his computer for his favorite porn videos. It’s a mix of different genres. He always knows when one of his brothers has been on his computer cause they don’t clear the search history.

He mastrubates to clear his head sometimes. Like when he’s working on particular hard project he needs a break. Coffee isn’t the only thing that boosts his energy 🤫. Is terrified someone will walk in on him. Also is terrified that someone will hear. Has wipes and lotion in a locked drawer by his desk.

You’re his first. He thought he knew what he was doing. He did the research. Nonetheless you help each other adjust. It isn’t awkward the whole time. In fact it’s a beautiful rhythm forming a melody together as one.

Loves toys. He even invents new ones for just the two of you. No one knows what they are except him and you. One of his brothers saw one once and Donnie explained it away like nothing🫡. Some of the toys kind of look scary. But they actually just feel good. Loves using vibrators on you.

Sex with Donnie is sweet and heated. It’s not often you make love. He likes sex and you do too but being in his lab and having quality dork time, is what makes you happy. But then again sometimes when you two get the need he’s usually busy, and he doesn’t want to pause his thinking process. But you’re on his mind a lot. You have to lure him out by what ever means. It almost always works. He loves how you remind him that sometimes breaks are okay.

He is the one that needs the aftercare though. After the fun Donnie turns into a sleepy puddle of turtle goo 🫠, and you take care of him. You bring him his favorite comfort things and let him sleep on you. You’re his favorite pillow. His nose twitches as you gently remove his glasses and mask. And you fall asleep soon after him. The weight of him providing a comfy blanket.

Michelangelo🧡:

Master Splinter was out of his mind! There was no way that some of the things he was telling them were real. They were to gross and funny to be. Mikey couldn’t help but laugh out loud when the discussion of where babies come from was brought up 🤣. Splinter frowned at his son, Leo sighed, Donnie blushed, and Raph quite literally knocked some sense into him.

Mikey found these 2000s or 2010s magazines in a dumpster. He loved looking at all the hotties. Gave them names and everything. Put a few of the more clothed ones on his wall. He hides the rest pretty well and he is sure none of his brothers or Master Splinter will ever find them. Gets rid of them when he meets you though, cause you’re his babe.

He literally jerks it like everyday. He is like horny all the time. Girls are just so hot! It’s not his fault. It’s a miracle this man has never been caught. He mostly does it when he’s in bed. Tries to remain quiet so he doesn’t get his dick ripped off by Raph. Raphs already asleep though snoring away or he’s to petrified and disgusted to move, let alone say anything.

You are literally everything that he dreamed of. He gets excited. Maybe too excited. You don’t try and slow down the pace but you keep it from going any further. You’re amazing! So so hot. You’re surprised he hasn’t gotten in anyone else’s pants. He’s such a charmer, not to mention his good looks 😘.

As long as you’re happy he does not care about toys. You there’s one lying near you he’ll probably use it. Sometimes asks if he can try to. He’s more adventurous than some guys. Doesn’t always like it but hey at least he tried.

He is an eager boy. Sex with him is always fun. You guys try new things all the time. It’s always something new with him. That’s what you like about him. He’s spontaneous. He can say any cheesy pickup line and instantly make you laugh and kiss him. Usually it’s fast and fun but sometimes you get him to slow down enough to savor it.

Y’all don’t really have after care he just gets some snacks, orange crush, maybe a left over pizza, and then you’re ready for a round 2. Or 3. Or even 4. He is the quicky king. He’s still able to make you reach your peak in no time at all. Sometimes you do it right before one of his missions. He comes out to his brothers all sweaty and disheveled. They just assume he’s been training, and are glad that he’s taking things more seriously 🙃.

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Part 3 Random tmnt Bayverse questions and my thoughts: Clothes/Gear?

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(Side note: These are just some of my theories but feel free to leave your own 😊! Some fluff! Also if you have any suggestions I’m always open to them. I’m a new writer and I wanna appeal to more readers! Also everyone is aged up 18+)

What clothes/gear would they gain outside of the films? What accessories do they have now? How often do they change clothes? Do they remove all their gear after an important mission? Do they remove all their gear to sleep/relax? Do they keep their masks on at all times? Where do they get their clothes/gear?

Leonardo💙:

After meeting a few humans our turtles would get greater access to cleaner and newer clothes and fabric. Leo likes traditional prints and Ninja clothes/gear. He doesn’t really doesn’t care much for fashion. You don’t care how he dresses either, he looks hot in all his ninja gear. Although if you had to ask him to wear one thing it would be a suit and tie. He would look so hot 🥵 in it. Boy, you would like to live that fantasy.

I think Leo is always striving for improvement. So I feel he would learn to master other weapons as well. He wouldn’t choose his brother’s weapons, but something else. Something smaller and easily attachable to his gear. He could use it as an emergency in dire situations.

Like all his brothers, Leo changes clothes once a day, when not in the middle of a big mission. He always takes a shower right after a workout, mission, or anything to do with physical activity. It helps soothe his aching muscles. He never really changes into comfy wear. His idea of comfy is him in just his boxers, in his bed, snuggling with you. The rest of the time he is wearing his clothes. His gear stays off, unless on a mission, sparing with his brothers or splinter.

He used to wear his mask all the time. He felt so proud of himself and his team. But now it’s become quite old and ragged, he takes it off when in the lair. He leaves it neatly folded in his nightstand drawer. He occasionally uses it to cover your pretty eyes during sex.

He knows his gear is precious and made by Donnie or fixed up by Master Splinter to be given to him. Therefore he treats it with the utmost respect. You love how much he cares. Just like he does for you. You love how much he respects your boundaries. It may seem like he has control. But he always carefully notices how your body reacts. He knows when to not do something and when it feels good for you.

Raphael❤️:

You know how Raph is good at knitting? Well he’s also good sewing. He works with Donnie to repair clothes to fit their abnormal massive bodies. He messes up sometimes and curses out anything in the vicinity.

He usually made things that were practical not fancy. But sometimes he would fix and beautify any clothes that he happened to rip off during sex. He made those one shorts you have a little shorter and tighter, so he could enjoy more of your ass 🤭. Also he will make his brothers and him cool clothes if they pay the right price. He makes things for himself to impress you, even though you told him he doesn’t need to.

Raph would probably carry an emergency first aid kit with him during missions and steak outs. Him and his brothers have dangerous jobs and you never know when one of them may get hurt. Raph, even after all these years, gets hurt on every mission. Even though you tell him to be careful, he always comes home with a bloody wound here and a bruised wound there. You help him patch up. Now having a first aid kit would put all your worries to rest.

Raph loves it when you help him out of his gear. After a long mission his muscles ache and your gentle touch soothes him. After, you take a shower together. It’s not always sexual. Sometimes you just wash and wipe away his pain. The hot water and your presence reminds him that everything is okay. You both go to sleep after he puts on some sweat pants or pajama bottoms.

He used to hate himself. With or without the mask. But seeing the way your eyes look into his, with nothing but love and hope, well his heart has changed. He usually leaves his mask on in the lair but for most of your more intimate moments he takes off his mask. He takes off the mask both physically and emotionally. His wall comes down and it’s just him and you. You and him.

Raph’s gear, like him needs fixing. Donnie constantly repairs it. Raph cares for it. He does. But in the moment, when all hell is loose. The people he loves and the city of New York is more important than any objects.

Donatello💜:

Donnie repaired an old sewing machine so that Raph would have any easier and less angry time with fixing up clothes. Donnie is figuring out a way the turtles can wear shirts. Mikey volunteered to be the test subject, if Raph would repair any clothes he liked for the time being. Raph reluctantly agreed.

Donnie’s trying to make the whole shirt thing look good. Even though the turtles have thicker skin than humans, his skinny ass gets cold in the winter 🥶. He doesn’t just drink coffee to stay up but to warm him up from the inside out. Plus you’re always showing him funny science memes, and some of those would make the funniest T-shirts.

Donnie is always acquiring new gear. He’s always tinkering in his lab coming up with new inventions. Whether for fun or to solve an important issue. You could spend all day listening to him discuss all his ideas and inventions. He’s so cute 🥰! And he’s your nerdy boy! He also makes his brothers and you little equipment to keep you all safe. He really is just the sweetest and coolest guy you know!

It doesn’t seem like he removes his gear but he does. He just has everything on at basically all times. He usually doesn’t sleep. His brain runs rampant with ideas. With a coffee in one hand and whatever piece of equipment in the other. He seems unstoppable. But eventually after enough sleep deprivation and the longing to nuzzle up to you, he goes to bed. He takes off most of his gear and thinks about showering. It’ll have to wait till morning, he is too tired to do anything. With the last little energy he has he’ll play some background noise to get him into a long deep sleep. Believe me he needs it.

In the morning you find him snoring lightly. His glasses and mask still on. Carefully, being sure not to wake him, you take them off and set them on his overcrowded nightstand. And with a quick peck on his temple you leave him be.

Donnie welds much of their gear out of scraps of metal. He looks pretty hot with his welding mask on. Maybe he should try wearing it during sexy time. He can weld your bodies together anytime he likes 😉.

Michelangelo🧡:

Mikey our Prince Charming, loves wearing cool clothes. He loves expressing himself through cool little fun patterns. He likes wearing funky socks, his favorite ones are the pizza one’s you got him on his birthday. Since the turtles can’t wear shirts yet. Mikey relies on accessories to feel like the cool 😎 turtle he is.

Mikey doesn’t so much as aquire new gear but bedazzles his old gear. Of course he get’s stuff from Donnie, but he makes his own crafty creations. He has glitter bombs just to make “missions more magical” or, the more likely scenario, to annoy Raph. He made his nunchucks glow in the dark once with some paint, and even let you put rhinestones on part of his shell. They all eventually fell off but hey, they were fun while they lasted. Donnie seriously regrets buying Mikey that adult science kit sometimes. He gave Mikey too much mischievous power. Fucking glitter bombs!

Mikey takes off the little gear he has. Then he takes off all his clothes and jumps into bed naked with you 😂. He should be tired but he’s not, and he tickles you before removing his mask and the gold chains around his neck. You both laugh before he starts to tickle you In more intimate places. You push him away still giggling. Why? He’s stinky! Mikey runs to the shower and takes the quickest one you’ve ever seen. He waggles his brow bone at you before kissing you. He’s a charmer and he always succeeds in his mission.

Part 2 Random tmnt Bayverse questions and my thoughts: Dick…Cock…the Shlooong?

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Is it big for a normal human or big for a mutant turtle? Are they a grower or a shower? Are they long or girthy or both 😏? What is sex like? Would it even fit? What does it look like? Do they have balls? Do they have tails? How do they secure their bulge?

Leonardo💙:

I think we can all agree that he is big for mutant turtle. I think his dick grows only slightly, but even then he looks big to any human who is blessed enough to see it. It’s literally perfect. Long with the perfect amount of girth. All of the boys hurt, especially for the first time. It feels as if you’re being split in two. It feels good! But even if he is gentle with you, you’re still not walking for a week 🤕. He makes sure to prep first before putting it in. There’s a reason he teases and makes you beg for so long. On good days you can take a 3/4ths of him. But with quick little mischievous fucks you can only take 2/3rds he’s so big.

Again it looks perfect. Just imagine the perfect dick. Turn it green. Grow it 3 sizes. And BOOM. That’s Leo’s dick. After sex Leo’s tail always perks up, it’s so cute 🥰 ! Leo struck gold and found an unopened package of snug boxers, they hold everything in place when he does all his cool ninja tricks. They make him look so fine. He literally looks like an underwear model with that waist and those rippling muscles underneath the thin fabric.

Raphael❤️:

BIG. BIG. BIG. Definitely not a grower but a shower. Don’t get me wrong he has length, but boy is he girthy, and you thought his fingers were big. Ow. But yum. But ow. Raph has two sides: hard fast and rough or soft sweet and sensual. Usually when he’s angry you know you’re in for a pounding 🤬, but luckily or unluckily, you calm him. You barely open enough for the head of his cock. Once stretched though he stuffs you as much as he can. He reaches places you never knew existed. It feels so painfully pleasurable. Forget not walking for a week, you wouldn’t be walking for almost a month. Might have to invest in a wheelchair.

Veiny, but not too much to be weird. It’s like you can see the blood pool and pulsate into his crotch. It matches the veins on his neck and forehead when he’s filled with rage. It’s so hot. Also, he is hung! His balls hang low too. You love it when he’s taking you doggy style because his balls slap against all the most sensitive places. Raph’s tail mainly stays down and tucked away. It’s so cute and small next to his muscular ass. Raph usually lets everything hang. He likes seeing you stare. A smug smirk creeps across his face every time. He felt ugly before meeting you but know he feels hot knowing he can make you think the dirtiest of thoughts. Sometimes when dealing with tough missions though he secures everything with wraps.

Donatello💜:

Long like a slide, fun like one too! If you could you would play with it and ride it all day long. He is definitely shower but not as much as Raph. His baggy cargo pants mostly cover it up. You don’t know how but somehow it doesn’t hurt as much as you think. Little do you know that he is just very careful not to hurt you too much. He feels so good. You wish you could fit all of him. It’s not his fault he’s big but Donnie gets punished for being a bad anyway. He takes it as always like a good boy 😇.

His length is smooth. His tail is long as well and it’s fun to tease it with feathers and stuff. To hear is snickers, giggles, and snorts. Luckily he is thin enough to fit into a like a looser pair of boxers.

Michelangelo🧡:

Like his brothers he is big. And he knows how to use what he got. And he uses it a lot. Not just with you, but he’s not ashamed to admit he enjoys self pleasure. Only slightly a grower. His is girthy but a bit stubbier than his brothers. Sex is fun. You never thought laughing during sex would be, but he makes it hot. He fills you up nicely only a 4th of him can’t make its way inside you.

Just your good ol nice cock. Except it’s bigger. And greener. He got big balls. It takes them when live with 4 older brothers. Every time you’re around Mikey his tail wags like a happy puppy. When you first met, you didn’t even realize the mutants still had their tails, until you saw him naked for the first time. Which was in no time at all. Y’all were inseparable from the very beginning. Mikey used to wear lose ragged boxers he found in the dumpster. He says they passed the sniff test 🤢 at the time but you bought him new ones. They had fun colors and funky prints and everything. He loved them almost as much as he loved you. Some times you switch underwear for fun too. His are baggy on you and you have to use a safety pin or two just to keep them up. They look cute though. Mikey looks looks funny in yours his cock pokes out the side. Both of you are real goof balls sometimes.

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Master Splinter. Let’s just say there’s a reason he is called Mast-

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Part 1 Random tmnt Bayverse questions and my thoughts: Tattoos?

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(Side note I don’t have any tattoos and I don’t know a lot about them so sorry if my accuracy is bad)

How many do they have? What are they? What do the signify? How did they even get them? Who is the artist? How does did the ink even get through/show up on their skin? Will they get more? Would they like a partner with tattoos?

Leonardo💙:

To my knowledge he has 3 tattoos. Look em up if you want I don’t wanna get in trouble for photos.

On his right shoulder he has like a turtle tribal tattoo. Just a homage to his past and turtleness. On his right forearm he has another tattoo not sure what it is. I thought it might be a shoe print to symbolize the foot clan, but it’s not. He also has a single band. It looks a little like the outer part of a gear. On his left Bicep he has 3ish…more bands two gear ish bands and one or two band with turtles and what vaguely resembles barbed wire. Shows in my mind his restraint in tough situations whether it be from attacks, his brothers, or himself. Over all it seems he has the most tattoos.

Probably will get more that are cohesive with the ones he has. Maybe on his legs if he doesn’t have some already.

I think one or maybe even two of our boys are good at tattoo art. Leo would be a good candidate because he has the skill of the precision and patience it takes to do a tattoo. He would make a hot tattoo artist 😋.

I think Leo wouldn’t care if you had tattoos or not. You are beautiful to him either way. He worships you and you relish the way he makes you feel like a goddess/god.

Raphael❤️:

On his right shoulder/bicep Raph has a tattoo. I am not sure what it is. I have adjusted frame lighting, scoured through the interviews, and fandoms. But I can’t figure out what it is. I thought maybe dragon, cuz that’s cool. But I don’t think it is being that all the other guys have turtle tattoos. It’s not Chinese symbol like his scar. It’s more detailed than Leo and Mikey’s. And with his dark ridged skin it’s hard to pick out what it is. I’m sad cuz he’s my favorite and I just wanna know what it is 😭…

I think his tattoo might be the start of a sleeve tattoo. Might get more like his other arm. Seems like if he doesn’t find love he would get a face tattoo. But idk. But tattoo his who leg but he wouldn’t tattoo his whole body, no matter how much he hates it sometimes.

Raph would also be a hot 🥵 tattoo artist, but I feel like Raph would get frustrated with the time consuming aspect. He’d probably curse himself out if he messes up, even if it’s just a little bit. I feel like he would get impatient just having someone tattoo him.

Tattoos on you though…Raph could go either way. Tattoos are hot. But he also loves an untouched body. When you asked him if you should get a tattoo he couldn’t believe you would wanna ruin your perfect skin. He got tattoos cuz he felt like an ugly beast anyway, so why not. But you, you were perfect the way you were. He’s either a baddie kind of guy or a cutie patootie. Nothing in between.

Donatello💜:

As far as I can tell he has none. I’m pretty sure he won’t get any. Not that tattoos are bad or anything but with living in the sewer he doesn’t wanna run the risk of infection. His brothers can do what ever they want though.

I feel like Donnie would have the technical skill and equipment for doing tattoos but I’m not sure he would actually be the one doing them. He’d probably just be advising his brother of the risks and what to do and what not.

If you had tattoos. Mommy(or Daddy 😘) I view Donnie as more suby or even vanilla (Sorry Dom Donnie fans…😶). He likes it but he knows the risks. Might even get a tattoo because of you. Or you guys are too cute and dorky for each other to even bother with them.

Michelangelo🧡:

Mikey has one it looks like. On his left shoulder. Looks very similar to Leo’s shoulder tattoo. Might be exactly the same but I’m not sure.

He probably would get more. Definitely some cool cursive quotes but would also want little goofy stuff. His brothers would stop him though. Mikey doesn’t always think about the consequences as long as he’s having fun. Like Raph he’s impulsive but it’s not fueled by anger.

It’s pretty obvious Mikey has ADHD, but since I also have it, I feel as if I can understand Mikey more. I feel like Mikey would actually be a good tattoo artist. I know he can’t focus on a mission for a whole 2 minutes but when he really really likes something he hyperfocuses. And he will spend hours in the zone working his magic. Not so good at receiving one though. Had to be held down and scolded quite a bit 😅.

For you though like Leo Mikey doesn’t care. You’re just hot with it without them.

Others💚:

Splinter and April probably wouldn’t know the first thing. Well maybe April, I feel like in another universe she would have sleeves and ride a motorcycle 😍. But in this one she may have a small cute tattoo tucked away here and there. Maybe one on her hip and behind her ear. But she doesn’t know how to give someone a tattoo, not even a stick and poke. Casey probably has a tattoo somewhere maybe on his shoulder or something. Could have a skill for tattoos but definitely not on turtle skin.

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Hey, I’m new here. I’m just trying to figure out the basics, so please don’t laugh at me if I get stuff wrong. I like to write fan fiction for tmnt. Mainly bayverse, 2012, and 2003. Those are the only ones I’ve watched lol! I’m not a hardcore fan I’m just a slut.

I will upload some random writings soon just to show my work. Uh yeah that’s all for now… :)

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