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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.

🩵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.

💔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.

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.

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.

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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.

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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.

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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…