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Bayverse TmnT X Reader; Jealousy HC's

Anon Request, "Hello, I'm your fan, how are you? Can I ask what the Tmnt's reaction would be to seeing that the girl they like is the best friend of one of their brothers? and see that they have a lot of fun together. How would you handle jealousy and insecurity? Could you talk to her about how you feel about it? (PS: the girl is also in love with him). 💙❤💜🧡Greetings from Buenos Aires! I am writing to you with the translator. Notice in case I have any spelling errors.🥲🥲🥲"

A/N: Oh! Well hello! Thank you very much; I hope you enjoy the request ^-^

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-Regardless of which brother has a crush on their friend, they all truly appreciate that the person of their interest gets along well with their brother/s.

-Which makes their feelings of jealousy and/or insecurity very conflicting, and each handle it differently.

-that being said. . .

Leonardo:

Leo’s probably the most relieved that his crush gets on with his family, their safety always his top priority, but at the same time he can’t help but feel that he’s lacking something with how close they seem to be versus with him

Such as he wishes that he could be more of a social butterfly like Mikey, scientifically wise in the way Donnie is, or even more of a fun risk taker like Raph

Leonardo thinks that his role as leader makes him come off as some sort of serious kill joy to his interest, and it truly does bum him out, wishing that he could step out of his introverted shell and not be so stiff around them

It would take a deep talk with Master Splinter for Leo to take the chance to talk things out with his crush, his father’s statement replaying out in his mind that he sees the whole story from his point of view rather than a few sentences on the page his son is so tunnel versioned on

Raphael:

Raph won’t ever say it aloud but he appreciates the bond his crush and brother/s have; till he realizes he’s caught feelings for them

Absolutely the most conflicted about the situation and is also the one who comes off as the most jealous, though everyone thinks he’s just being more of an ass than usual

In reality he’s masking over his deep rooted insecurities

He sure as hell isn’t wise and all mystic like Leo, or a magnet of hospitality like Mikey, and there’s a reason he’s the brawns of the team while Donnie is the brains

Raphael hates the notion that he’s intimidating to his interest; he already felt like a freak to begin with, but to feel like the non desirable one amongst his brothers is a new low he didn’t know was possible

Takes a miracle and a half to get him to speak his mind to his crush, meanwhile everyone around them is dying because of the obvious pinning from both idiots in love

Donatello:

Donnie finds comfort in the fact that the groups friend gets along so well with his brother/s, which is why it’s so frustrating to him that he also somehow really hates it

It was never an issue before and he quickly comes to the conclusion that its because he’s formed a crush on the groups friend

Tries to reason with himself that the feeling will pass but when it doesn’t is when it really starts to become a problem

Just because Donnie is the most intellectual member of the group, doesn’t mean he’s immune to in-depth emotions and is very quickly drowned in envious insecurities

Things like why can’t he be cool and collected like Leo, or as whimsy as Mikey, or as impressively strong like Raphael

He only ever even thinks about saying something to his crush after Leo has a talk with him on why he shut himself in his lab for a week while unintentionally giving his crush the cold shoulder; Leo’s statement that they were very concerned they did something wrong being what pushes Donnie because despite his overwhelming emotions he can’t sleep with the fact he made them feel so hurt

Michelangelo:

Mikey absolute adores that closeness of his brother/s and crush! Mans just keeps collecting a bigger family!

Which is why he doesn’t particularly hold anything against his bother/s for the attention they get from his crush, but more so gets too deep in his head about himself

Mikey knows he can be a lot, that he can be annoying and loud and forget others personal space

With his brothers, he’s used to it, knowing they never truly mean anything negative they say to him, and while his crush hasn’t ever said anything horrid to him, there must be some reason they spend all their time with his brother/s versus with him

Turns out it is because he’s lot, but not in the way he thinks!

It’s Raph who talks some sense into Mikey, the former being the first to notice something really bothering the youngest, and despite making a promise to their friend not to say anything, Raph admits to Mikey the reason behind his crushes apparent avoidance

It’s because they actually have the biggest crush on him as well, but unlike Mikey in all of his excitable nature, they’re much more shy and reserved

The news absolutely breaks Mikey in the best of ways, dude is on cloud nine and trying his hardest to resist running out into the lair to grab his crush into twirling hug

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Donnie with a gun - again - test run.

This was actually just a quick-n-dirty test image to try out something new in coloring. It worked out the way I wanted, but I was still unhappy... didn't even want to post him because... do you even recognize Donnie anymore?! Yeah, thoughts like that...

I was changed my mind by a bunch of crazy people and now you all can decide for yourselves if this is still Donnie or.... someone else.

(thanks to my crazy peeps. I love you guys 🫶)

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In any universe, the boy has a stare that can stop a heart

Random Turtle Thought on My Mind Today

Basically NSFW (18+ only)

He can't help it.

The flutter of shallow breath that dances within his lungs. His heart strumming so hard beneath his plated chest, he half wonders if you can hear it. If you can feel its force under your touch, as you press your palm against his natural armor to steady yourself. Droplets of water collecting where your hand rests on him as you lean even nearer, rinsing the shampoo from your hair. The confines of your small shower pushing your bodies so close together, you're not far off from being flush against him.

And his legs tremble at the mental image of you there with him. Of how sensual you must look right now.

His eyes are shut. Just as he promised you he'd keep them. But he doesn't need them open. He already knows what he would see.

Your bare form. Water dripping from your curves like rain. Head tilted back. Lips parted. Wet hair draped like silk down your back. Throat open and exposed. More water coursing over the smoothness of your flesh; tauntingly tracing the expanse of your figure the way his fingertips longed to. Of your breasts, hanging free. Pert nipples only a hair's breadth away from licking the keratin adorning his front.

He can't help it.

It's too close to his season. And he's been enamored with you for months now.

Your weight shifts as you lean away, hand slipping down his plastron while you straighten; eliciting a full body shiver he hopes you don't notice.

Instinctually, he follows. He has to be close to you. Keep you close to him. So very close. He feels he might go insane if you drift any farther from him.

He can smell where he's scented you. Just under your jaw, where he had nuzzled into neck. The most primal part of his mind likes that you smell like him. Wants to paint more of your body with more of his scent. To mark you. Claim you. With maybe more than pheromones.

The giggle you let slip free causes an eruption of butterflies in his gut. He can feel your lips, upturned in a grin. You're happy. Welcoming. Accepting. Curious even, maybe, to see how far he'll go.

It breaks his resolve not to touch you.

One hand, trembling with some far-off voice in the back of his mind telling him not to, cups against the swell of your backside. Calloused fingers kneading the plump flesh, earning him a breathy gasp from your throat. It spurs him on. Pressing forward, his tongue finds your pulse; water now pouring over his head and into his mouth as he seeks to kiss you.

He didn't want your first time together to happen because of season.

But he can't help it.

Flared nostrils catch the unmistakable hint of excitement from you. You're stretching back, granting him access wherever he wants to venture. Pushing into him, making clear you like what he's doing. Soft hands, so much smaller than his, holding tight to his arms. Keeping yourself close to him. So very close.

Like maybe something will break inside you if he doesn't keep going with what he's starting.

Mouths working against one another's, his hips shutter as his waist, practically of its own will, wants to find your body. To know where you are. How to align himself with you. So he can join himself to you. Just the way nature and desire tell him he needs to.

One arm comes to brace his weight against the wall, the other goes wandering. Hand pressing hard into your skin as the need to touch you drowns out any other thought in his mind.

With a nudge of his nose, his tongue presses past the seal of your lips. You moan into his mouth. His hips buck sharply in response. Curling his pelvis and squatting down lower lines his body up to where he needs to be.

Now sounding breathless he confesses he's swollen and aching for you. Asks for your permission to drop. To stroke himself between your legs. To make you his in every way he could right now - caught between the water diluting your silken core, his mass against the constraints of the tight space and the way he was growing desperate listening to your pleading whimpers for more.

"Please," you whisper in the gasp of a breath.

And that's all he needs.

You rise to your tiptoes to better squeeze his leaking member between your thighs. Grind back into him as it drags back and forth against your petals. You want this to happen. Want him. To give yourself to him. To share something so intimate, there'd be no going back.

This isn't how he wanted this to happen. But it's feeling better than he thought it would.

Your fingers are gripping into his scaley muscles as best they can. Pulling him close. Keeping him against you.

He's inhaling each and every wonton sound slipping free between your plush pout meeting his.

There's no fighting it anymore.

It's too close to season.

And he can't help himself now.

He's too far gone now.

Lost to his love for you.

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