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Could I request for headcanons of TMNT 2014 turtles heard their usually sweet crush GN Reader singing Wolf in A Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off?

Oooh! I remember this song from middle school. Brings back memories. I hope you enjoy! Remember requests are open!!

TMNT Bayverse! Turtles hearing GN! Reader sing to a different type of music

Raphael

• Oh god where do I start. You and Raphael were an unlikely pair to begin with. The terrapin knew there was something more about you other than your sweet nature.

• “Baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul? No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals? Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Jill's a little whore, and her alibis are dirty tricks.” You sang, a singular earbud in, hearing yourself with your free ear.

• Raphael was a bit surprised, but it had only proved his theory there was more to you then any one knew. “I fucking knew it.” Swiping a thumb over his lower lip, walking over to you. “What’s a pretty thing like you listening to such things like that.” He chuckled, noticing your embarrassment.

• Embarrassed was the least you were, in fact, you were more scared than anything. Your boyfriend scaring the hell out of you. “Raph! God- you scared the crap outta me!” You huffed, crossing your arms, turning to face the turtle. “And uh- you know I can have other interests.”

• Raphael couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the human in front of him, taking the earbud, putting it in his own ear. “It’s not half bad.” He muttered, watching you try to jump to get your earbud. “Hey! That’s mine!” “Sorry sweet cheeks, but I think I’m going explore this side of you a little longer.”

Donatello

• When he had first heard your music, he let you be. If it was your interest, he wouldn’t push on it. Though he did do some research, hearing a few lyrics from one of your songs. “Hmmm.” Pushing his glasses up, light reflecting against the lens.

• “Are you depressed?” Donatello asked, hearing you come into the lab, door shutting behind you. “Huh?” “According to my calculations and something searching. A certain type of people listen to what you’ve got playing right now.” Pointing to your earbud, barley able to feel the sound waves buzzing through, to which you were currently mumbling to.

• With a blanketed face of realization, you started to giggle. “No no Donnie. Here, listen.” Taking out your earbud, putting it into Donatellos own. You sink your teeth into the people you depend on. Infecting everyone, you're quite the problem

• The terrapins face was mostly unreadable, but after a moment he seemed to enjoy it. “My music has meanings hidden in them, I like to explore music as a whole Donnie. I’m not depressed. It helps me relax or get lost in my thoughts.” You explained. Nodding the purple turtle handed back your earbud.

• “Oh- uh sorry Y/n. Maybe you can send me a few links?” He asked, gesturing to your phone. “Actually I have another plan in mind.” Getting comfortable in his lap, you started to make a playlist on his computer, hooking it up to his speakers. As soon as you hit play, that was probably the loudest the lab had ever been.

Leonardo

• Leonardo wasn’t one to really judge anyone based on their interests so when he heard you singing to yourself in his room, he more curious than anything. “What’re you listening to hun?”

• Jumping at the terrapins voice, you threw your earbud on the bed, looking up. “Oh Leo. It’s just you.” Clutching your chest, taking in some deep breaths. “For the love of god please knock.”

• An amused smirk scribbled on his face, his sat on the edge of his bed, making it squeak. “It is my room Y/n.” He pointed out, looking down at the earbud, picking it up between his green fingers. “What is this?”

•Eyeing your boyfriend, you crawled over. “It’s called ‘Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing’. Give it a listen.”. Popping the earbud in, the terrapin furrowed his nonexistent eyebrows, listening to the lyrics and rhythm. After a few moments, he handed you back your earbud. “It’s not my type of music, but if you like it, go for it hun.”

• Lifting a brow, you opted to turn off your music. “You’re not gonna question it? I mean, it is a little different.” Shaking his head, he stood up, arching his back until he heard a satisfying pop. “Y/n, your music tastes are the least surprising thing I’ve experienced. I live with Mikey.” He joked, which was sort of rare for him. “Yeah.” You got up too, craning your neck to look at the turtle. “You’re right.” “Come on let’s get some pizza. The guys are waiting.”

Michelangelo

• This turtle was into anything. Rap, dubstep, pop, literally nothing was bad in his mind. I mean, he had his own playlist listing from Brittney Spears to 50 Cent.

• He knew you mostly listened to K-pop and such, which he didn’t mind. He didn’t understand what they were saying but he liked the beat and rhythm that was usually going on.

•But this was new. Seeing you singing along to one of your songs. “Now, let's not get overzealous here. You've always been a huge piece of shit. If I could kill you, I would.” Now this took him back a bit. It was a different genre for him, and especially for you. Nonetheless he was deterred.

• “Wow angelcakes. I’m liking it.” Announcing his presence. Before you could even react, the earbud was already in his ear. “But it’s frowned upon in all fifty statesssss.” He muttered, somewhat slow due to the lyrics being new to him. “You should’ve let me know you listen to this! It’s awesome!”

• It was your turn to be surprised, but at the same time you were happy. “I just thought you’d think it was weird.” Confessing to your terrapin, twiddling with your thumbs. “Come on, it’s not weird if you like it.” He replied, tossing a wink your way, making you blush. “Get over here, it’s getting to the chorus!” Pulling you into his lap, shoving the piece into your ear. He was right, this is awesome.

Could I request for headcanons of TMNT Bayverse Turtles to their s/o saying they know how it feels to be discriminated especially of something that they can't control when he asks how are they so open minded?

Of course! These are really creative. Hopefully you like it! Keep them requests coming. Remember I write for Bayverse!, 2012, and Rise!

Michelangelo

• Michelangelo, the fun loving terrapin never got upset. But when he did, he hit rock bottom. Earlier in the day, he had been watching television, as he always did. As the news channel popped up, the news anchor peaked his interest. The brothers had been would with the NYPD for little over a week, and it seemed as if they were covering an article on them.

• “The ‘Mutants’ have been working with our local police force, diligently solving case after case! While becoming hero’s of New York City, many are weary. What are these freaks up to? Are they really kind, or are thing you to something? The public is on edge for an answer! Now on to the constr-”

• Turning off the television, the youngest turtle got up, an expression that didn’t suit his features. “Do they just not understand?” He muttered, trudging to his room. They saved New York, the world! This is what they get in return?

• “Mikey!…Mikey!” Hands cupping around your lips, voice echoing throughout the walls, there was no sign of your turtle. You had saw the article being covered and knew you had to check up on your turtle. Starting to get worried, you began to search everywhere for the terrapin. To no avail, you made way to the last place you could think of, his room. What you saw…wasn’t your boyfriend.

• Sighing, his head being held up by a lonely hand, his other playing with the seems of this pants, he slowly looked over at his open door, seeing you look over at him. “How do you do it? How can you stay so open minded about this? They judge and judge. All we do is protect them.”

• “How do I do it?” Grabbing the terrapins large hand in yours, brushing your thumb over his knuckles, you offered him a soft smile. “I ignore it. It seems hard, but it gets easier over time. You’ll feel the words, their actions, punch you in the gut. You’ll get used to it, their reactions anyway. When you realize that all that matters is you and knowing who and what you are, you’ll become bullet proof. Even if you already are.” You giggled, watching as his blue hues started into your own. “You’re perfect the way you are. Turtle..human..it doesn’t matter. You’re a good person Mikey. Remember that.”

• Cupping his cheek, you peppered tiny kisses on his nose, making the youngest brother laugh and swat at your actions. “Okay okay! Knock it off!” He whisper-yelled, holding your face, stopping your little attack. “Maybe you’re right Y/n. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Shrugging playfully, you grasped his wrists. “Not have a super awesome person like me.” Laughing lightly, Michelangelo smushed his face with your, giving you a toothy kiss.

Raphael

• Tossing the newspaper to the ground, Raphael held a scowl that could kill. “GODDAMNIT! Will this ever fucking STOP!” He wailed throwing himself onto the couch, nearly shaking with anger. “Fuck this, fuck them, fuck it!” Last week he had busted a large criminal operation and this is what he gets?

• Peaking from the kitchen, you saw the hotheaded turtle have another one of his episodes, maybe a little bit worse. Deciding lunch could wait, you quickly hurried over the the red terrapin. “Raph? What happened?” Getting only a simple gesturing pointing to the newspaper, you gently picked it up, reading the header. ‘Turtle Freaks: Friend or Foe?’

• Air escaping your mouth, you let the paper fall from your grasp, floating it’s way to the sewer floors. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry.” Knowing to be careful with your words, you say next to the hothead, laying a soft hand on his thigh. “How can you go out there and face those people?! How can you deal with shit like that? I do nothing but work my ass off and I still get called a damn freak!” He yelled, tears evident in his eyes.

• “Not everyone thinks the same Raph. Despite what that damn paper says, not everyone thinks you’re a freak or an enemy. People like you. They think you’re a hero. You can’t let things like that get to you. I let it get to me and that didn’t go too well. While I’m just a human, I’ve been judged, ridiculed, outcasted by people for the way I look, act, for who I am. But they don’t matter in the end. They are just some assholes who want to get to you. They’re miserable in their own way.” Sighing a bit, you cuddled up to the large terrapin. “If it helps, I think you’re the most amazing turtle in New York.”

• Looking down at his human, he wrapped an arm around them, soaking up their warmth. Taking a few breaths, Raphael gave you a small smile. “Damn right I am sweet cheeks.” Kissing the top of your head, he massaged your arm. “Thank you.” He mumbled. “No problem Raph. That’s what I’m here for.”

Donatello

• The lab, usually silent, except for the occasional explosion or sound of metal clanging, was eerily quiet. A drop of water would echo if it could. “Donnie?” You called out, opening the lab door ajar. Watching the news, it was bad. They were hero’s, how could people not see that?

• Shutting the door behind you, you heard a faint sound. Ever so quiet, but audible. Walking around, the sound becoming louder and louder, you felt your heart break. Tears streaking down his green skin, arms wrapped around his scrunched legs, Donatello was miserable. His tech was in the corner, mask tossed across a swivel chair.

• “Could these mutants be trusted? What about the turtle called Donatello? He could be storing weapons dangerous to society? What if they turned to their aggressive nature? What will the NYPD do then?”

• The news, barely audible, laid playing not too far from the two of you, making you cringe at the news anchor. “Hey hey hey…don’t. Donnie…don’t listen to them.” Kneeling down, wiping away tears that seemed to never end, you could only pity your boyfriend.

• “I’d never hurt anyone. I protect. I- I’m not a monster…am I?” Donatello sputtered out, lifting his head slightly to look at you. Shaking your head quickly, you snatched the turtles hands into your own, making him to his full attention towards you. “Donatello, my love, you are no monster. Those people, that anchorman, those are the monsters. No matter your skin, your shell, your hands or your feet. You’re no different than any of us. You’re so smart and the kindest soul I have ever met. You kick ass and protect your brothers, me. You saved the world my love. You have developed so many gadgets that current science cannot replicate. You’re one of a kind. The next Einstein.” Kissing his knuckles, you offered a toothy smile.

• A weak smile scribbled on the terrapin’s face, he clutched onto your small hands. “How are you so open minded? After everything you’ve seen?” Getting up, pulling the turtle to his feet, you looked up at him. “I have hope, for everyone. Good or bad.” Nodding, the turtle accepted your answer, feeling a little better. “Come on,” pulling at Donatello’s arm, you gave a small giggle. “Let’s go play some monopoly.” Donatello couldn’t be happier hearing about his favorite board game.

Leonardo

• Leonardo, leader of the turtle brothers, gave a front that he couldn’t be broken down, that he was bullet proof. He tried to convince himself that. He tried not to let things bother him. He tried so hard. Day in and day out, but he began to reach his breaking point.

• He loved his brothers, but, he knew he couldn’t talk to them about his feelings. Splinter wouldn’t be the best help. He didn’t need guidance, he needed comfort. And that comfort was you.

• Opening your window, closing it behind him, he walked around your apartment. It was small, but it was big enough where he could move freely without much trouble. Finding you in your bed, television dim against your skin, he found you smiling up at him. God, what he would do to see that smile every chance he could get.

• “What brings you here stranger.” You giggled, patting the empty spot on your bed. Taking your offer, he sat down on the bed, getting himself comfortable. “I suppose you’ve seen the news lately. It’s - it’s getting to me Y/n” he started, opening his heart to you.

• Running a hand over his head, he looked over at you, not wanting to break away from your orbs. “I train hard. I fight. I bruise. I have nearly died many times for these people. I don’t feel like a hero. Somehow they’ve made me think I’m just like other criminals. They protest about mine and my brothers presence in the NYPD. They scream ‘Freaks’, ‘Monsters’, anything they can to get a reaction from us. I try not to let it get to me. I’m a leader for Christ sake. And I see you, you act more like me when you’re out with us. You don’t let it get to you. How?”

• “I know how you feel Leo. I’ve been in your shoes before, ya know. High school was rough. I was thrown around, beaten, tossed in the damn garbage. They all laughed at my misery, the very misery they created, formed until it consumed me. Over time, I learned, it’s not me that was wrong, but them. Like those people out there.” Gesturing to the window, people walking down the street with no care in the world. “The very same people love to see your misery. If you give them what they want, they won. Learn to let things go Leo, let their actions, words, roll off of your shell and turn to goo. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

• “I think so.” The terrapin murmured, taking in your words. “Leo?” You asked, laying a hand on his chest, catching his attention. “Hmm?” Leaning up, giving the turtle a small peck, cuddling up to the large mutant. “I love you.” Wrapping his arms around your small frame, he hurried his face deep into your hair. “I love you too.”

Hi, can I ask for a, Splinter with a powerful witch s/o. She is loveing, karing, sweet, and understanding, but if you mess with this wich and hert the ones she loves, she becomes scary scary. Also one day she takes a hit for Splinter. Shredder sneaks up behind splinter, she pushes him out of the way and she gets hert. Love and happiness at the end please. If this is too much ignore this.

Totally! Love the idea :)

Fem! Reader

Take It Out On Me

Darkness. Some fear it, some bathe themselves in it. You were not one of those people, but here you were, drowning. The day had gone by as usual, taking care of your boys, spending time with your lover. Now, well, life had flip itself upside down.

The family was enjoying Space Hero’s, you cuddled against the rats side, your sons next to you. You couldn’t have asked for better. That was, until everything collapsed, quite literally. The walls, shaking with such force, you couldn’t tell if you were vibrating, or merely hallucinating.

As stones fell, show long forgotten, you rushed your sons to the nearest exit, Splinter opting to be left behind, foot soldiers trotting their way into your home. Some say time is no friend, this was true. It was drooling, slow. You saw how your sons were scared. For them and for their father. They tried many times to run back, but with a wave of your hand, you kept them by your side.

Everything seemed to be calm, the tunnels dark. Your only friend was the rhythmic drops of water. Thinking you were safe, you let your sons sit down, seeing how tired they were. Looking at the ground, running a hand through your hair, the dirt seemed to be moving? ‘Weird. I’m not doing anything’ Standing up quickly, raising your hands, forcibly shoving the turtles far from yourself. “Run my sons! And don’t look back!” Voice echoing throughout the tunnels, eyes wide as footsteps got louder by the second, dirt shaking hastily.

“Mom! We can leave you!” Raphael cried out, the others begging for you to come. “I said go!” You yelled, your eyes never leaving the turtles, watching as their figures became cloudy. One by one, the soldiers came, making their way to you, but never past. Their bodies, laying across the dirt floor, your breath heavy with anger. Screaming, that’s all that was heard. Not of the soldiers, but of you. A mother’s cry. One that could pierce the hearts of angels.

You fought, until there was nothing to stab, throw, punch. Nothing except the air. On your heels, you began to run. Your boys were safe, you just hoped your husband was too. “Yoshi!” Feet coming to a halt, rubble everywhere, almost quiet, except for the groans and sheath of metal.

Throughout your years, you’ve experienced chapters of history, but this? The scene before you, Splinter laying on the ground, battered and bloody, The Shredder, blade to the mutants throat, it torn something in you. “Get away from him!” You screamed, walls shaking underneath your breath.

The Shredder, deaf to your words, lifted his blade, swinging down onto his target, the feeling on flesh being pierced. Though, looking down, it wasn’t Hamato Yoshi against the blade, rather, it was you. “No one hurts my family.” Whimpering, you placed your hand on the blade, electricity shooting from your fingertips, to the armor dawning Oroku Saki. The last thing you heard, was the cries of your lover, pressure applied to your stomach.

Days, weeks, you were floating. You didn’t know where you were. You could hear voices, faint, but there. There was nothing to see, except the void. Afraid, you couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, yet you were screaming. Was this hell? Heaven? You didn’t know. You wanted to go home.

It stayed like this for days, a week maybe? Time was indifferent here. You couldn’t feel anything, so why were you shaking all of the sudden? “Y/n?” “Mom? Please, wake up.”

The shaking became violent, almost painful, and then, light. Groaning, you lifted your arms, cursing the light that pierced your vision. “MOM!” Came screams, weight sinking onto your chest and shoulders. Opening your eyes, your sons held onto you, tears evident on their green scales. “Mom you’re awake.” Donatello whimpered, his grip tightening onto your shirt. The turtles, dared not to let you go. “Dad never left your side.”

“Y-Yoshi?” Sputtering, you looked up, your husband looking down at your, fur wet, tail wrapped around your arm. “Watashi no ai. You saved us.” A weak smile dawned your pale lips, an arm wrapped around your sons, the other, reaching to caress your lovers fur. “It’s my job, darling. You know this.” A small chuckle escaped the rats mouth, placing a hand on your own. “We missed you.” “You have no idea.”

Somebody I Used To Know

Summary: Memory gone, you live your new life, until you spot someone on the television

The Shredder x GN! Reader

Lonely; without companions; solitary. The definition fit you well. Throughout your life you made friends, lost them, so forth and so on. You weren’t unfriendly or anything, but rather empty. Your heart, soul, yearned for something, but you couldn’t scratch even the surface.

You made due, pushing through the school days and work. Finding if you were always busy, you could push your ghosts away. Until one day, you had a day off, and decided to relax for a bit. A little tv wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Screen flashing, you switched channel after channel. Landing on a kids show, a certain character caught your eye. His voice was like static, dawning a metal suit with a purple cape. Setting the remote down, you let yourself drown episode after episode.

You never crushed on anyone, so why is your chest beating so hard now? Was it his charisma? Possibly his physique? You couldn’t really pinpoint it. All you knew, you didn’t feel as empty, like something was filling the void.

As weeks went by, you had a new routine, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles taking over your free time. You couldn’t help it, Shredder captivated you. It was strange, turning off the television made your heart pause, but when you saw his face, heard his voice, it pressed play.

You felt so…alive. People didn’t matter anymore, you were happy, in some ways, but still happy. Your chest didn’t hurt as much, pangs here and there. Today was no different, turning on the television just in time for a new episode. Singing along with the theme song, you couldn’t help but smile, eyes never leaving the villains view.

‘God he’s cute.’ Thinking to yourself, leaning back into your chair, palm supporting your head. Your cheeks formed a pink hue, toothy smile written onto your face, watching a new scheme play out on screen.

“Where did you take them!?” Shredder screamed, nearly pleading to the turtles. It made been years since his lover disappeared. Shredder knew the turtles were harmless, but they must’ve taken them. Right?

“We don’t know where they are!” Raphael replied, sais twirling in his hands. “We cared for them too Shred-Head!”

The Shredder wanted to scream, tear Raphael’s throat out, but all he managed was a snarl, eyebrows nearly touching. “Lies! Where is Y/n?!” Pointing his index finger, commanding his henchmen to attack.

“Wait, what?” Sitting up in your chair, you couldn’t believe what you heard. He said your name. Your..name? It must’ve been a coincidence. There’s millions of people with the same name. You couldn’t shake the feeling away, the one you had grown accustomed to, was now growing, molding into something different, forming into a headache.

Groaning, you rubbed your temples, eyes glued to the screen. As scenes went by, the fight came and went, the episode ending with Oroku Saki holding a picture. Was that you? “Oh my god.” Your voice, barely above a whisper, pain overtaking your body, forcing you to your knees, hands pressing against your head.

Then, the pain went away, replacing itself with pictures, videos….memories. You realized they were memories. Shredder holding you close at night, wrapping his arms around you. Setting you a plate at dinner. Your first kiss. All of it, flashing before your eyes.

You saw it; the day you disappeared. It was any other day, working on the techno-drone, drilling in some metal. Your head hurt, like it had moments ago, then, you were here. A small child with a new mother and father.

As quickly as the memories came, they left, leaving you a mess on the ground. You had lived a lie, believing you were just a no one, but you were someone, to him, to everyone there.

And there was nothing you could do. You were stuck, dimensions away from your lover, your family. “Why?” Your words forming into sobs. Hands covering your face as you mourned. “I wanna go home.” Begging did nothing, pleading did nothing. You were a ghost in a shell, lost in time.

For years you wished the void in your heart was filled, now, you regretted it. The only way you could find peace in your life was through a plastic screen. There, you could see a glimpse of your old life, watching Shredder as the days went by. You weren’t there anymore, but maybe, he could feel you here, through the screen.

Deserves another reblog

Pillow Wars - TMNT HC's

TURTLE DOVES!

I hope y'all are doing well and staying safe 🥰😘

This evening I will be answering a FABULOUS ask from @lec743

The original ask:

Can you write a story about the reader (or an OC of your choice idc) having an all out Pillow War with one of the turtles (I'd prefer it to be all four of them but that's my only preference so you can make the singular choice of turtle if your adamant about sticking to one character at a time). I want mayhem! I want blood (the blood being silly string)! I want the king to fall to their pillowy demise! laughs evil-y clears throat Anyway, I don't want there to be any romance in it, maybe just playful flirting… And that just about covers it. Hope I'm not asking too much from you.

I had a lot of fun writing this! Thank you so much for indulging me with hilarity and shenanigans!!!

I hope you like it 😘

Warnings: swearwords, fluffy butt whooping, and lots of fun 😂

Another attempt at Gender Neutral reader insert - please be kind about any mistakes I may have overlooked 💜

Shout out to my girl @leosgirl82 for being my second set of eyes and the other half of my brain

Scooby Drew strikes again 😂🥰😘💜

Reblogs only please!

Pillow Wars

Pillow Wars 

Same ol' same ol'

You get to the lair

Raph is thumbing through a motorcycle magazine

Mike is sitting in the recliner playing a game

Don is in the lab 

Leo is locked in his room doing GOD knows what

And you're bored.

And since no one wants to entertain you

*ominous music*

It's time to shake things up

If your memory serves you correctly

Michelangelo

Needs a good ass beating

For eating all the homemade cookies that you brought down 

For EVERYONE to enjoy

However

You walked in on him

LICKING THE CONTAINER CLEAN

Despite your warnings 

Of his untimely demise 

If he ate all four dozen cookies

And didn't leave anything but crumbs

For everyone else.

Again.

That asshole decided to eat everything

Crumbs included.

SO

You throw a pillow at Raph

Because you KNOW he gives a good butt whooping

And you keep walking like nothing happened

Just to stand on the sidelines to watch as the chaos ensues

Making Mike look like the culprit

Raph looks up from his magazine

*Unimpressed Raph*

*Big eyed Mike*

"Oh yeah? You little sh*t?"

Mike pleads innocence

Raph isn't buying it

Pummels Mike with a non-stop barrage of pillows

Including the couch cushions

Mike is screaming for help like a dramatic five year old

Yells for Leo to "save meeeeee"

Enter unimpressed™ Leo

He had been reading.

TF you two, cut the crap before you break something.

Mike and Raph stop for a moment 

And look at each other with huge smiles

"Like your FACE!" Yells Mike

Insert Mike and Raph pelting Leo with all the pillows.

That's it.

Leo picks up the pillows and GOES AFTER Mike

Insert Mike screaming like a five year old again.

You run to the lab and get Don

OMG DON 

MIKE NEEDS HELP

LIKE NOW

Don jumps up from his desk 

And takes off at full speed out of the lab

You follow him 

But not close

Because you're snickering

"WHAT IS GOING ON?!" 

Don is in a panic upon seeing Raph holding Mike down so Leo can beat the shit out of him with a pillow.

Mike is still screaming like a Meemie

Everyone stops

And looks at Don

Pillow fluff is everywhere

Feathers are floating down like snow

Leo and Raph get up and point at Mike

Simultaneously they yell

"HE STARTED IT!"

Mike pleads innocence again.

You pick up one of the pillows 

That had mysteriously ended up in the hall

*Wink wink*

And smack Don in the back of the head

Oops

You meant for it to hit his shell

😬☠️

Don turns around slowly

*Chucky vibes*

His glasses have half fallen off his face.

He walks over to you 

S L O W L Y

He holds out a hand

A pillow materializes in his palm

*Samurai yelling as all 4 of them come after you*

*Get the snot beaten out of you*

You have fluff coming out of your ears

And feathers in places they shouldn't be

Don helps you up

Everyone is chuckling and cleaning up 

When all of a sudden

Five pillows are whipped

At the speed of light

Smacking each of you square in the face

You all turn

And see…

SPLINTER?!

With his arsenal of pillows 

Ready ...

For round two

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Insomnia has been hell for a couple of weeks and this helps. Something has shifted. I feel...relaxed.

Interesting how stories, the images that are drawn in your mind, can change your brain ways and body chemistry. I think I'll be able to sleep soon.

Thank you for the wonderful moment of security and peace.

Fulfilling Wishes

Hello Turtle Doves 😘

My insomnia would like to gift you some self-indulgent turtle-men comfort 💙❤️💜🧡🐢

Warning: mentions anxiety, and hints at depression.

NSFW ish? I guess? mostly fluff.

This is my first time attempting Gender Neutral, I apologize for any mistakes.

This was also my first attempt at a Reader x "Your choice of turtle" insert.

Please enjoy my bravery 😂😘🥰

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Reblogs only, please!

Fulfilling Wishes

It was cold, and the rain pelted down on your bedroom window so loudly that you were unable to sleep.

You missed him.

And it was ridiculous because you had just seen him less than four hours ago while having dinner with him and his family. 

Your family. They had taken you in and accepted you immediately after meeting them all. They had all been your saving grace. But he had been your real hero.

You had met him accidentally when you got lost down a dark back alley, trying to navigate your way home from a new job. Your phone had died, leaving you without the GPS, and an anxiety attack was on the rise. 

No friends. No family. No one to worry about where you were and whether or not you made it home safely.

He seemingly popped up from nowhere as you gasped for the air that refused to stay in your lungs long enough for you to calm down.

After talking to you for a few minutes and asking you some interesting questions, you realized that you were breathing normally again, which made you smile at him.

He smiled back and asked if he could help you get home, which you were incredibly grateful for, and took him up on the offer before he could even finish his question. 

You sighed as you lay there reminiscing and worrying about your vigilante friend and his brothers out in the horrendous weather. 

The longer you thought about all of them, the more you secretly wished he was there with you - all cuddled-up safe and watching a movie, like the two of you always did during the horrible weather. Or after a long shitty day. He was your safety blanket. Always there for you when you needed him.

And he was literally like a blanket. All warm and cuddly. You loved when he had those powerful arms wrapped around you, squeezed up against his chest. The way his steady breathing created the illusion of calming waves as his strong heartbeat erased your anxiety and stress from the long, awful day.

And he had a way with you. When no one else could cheer you up or calm you down, it was always him who knew the right words to say. He knew exactly what you needed emotionally, and he never failed to deliver it in abundance.

You yearned for his gentle touch and to hear his low voice whispering in your ear. You loved the way he would trace his finger down your arm… Or make little designs in the palm of your hand whenever you sat together.

It was always so… Platonic.

And you wished it wasn't.

Because you loved him.

As more than just a friend…

He filled the void in your heart that had almost consumed you all those years ago when you had lost your way - more than down a dark alley.

Even though you wished it wasn't, you knew it was that whole best friend thing.

The way he knew you better than anyone else ever could. The way he took time to truly understand you. The way he was so deliberate in the attention and affection he showered you with…

You heard the unmistakable sound of the living room window opening and closing.

His window.

You lifted and turned your head just in time to see the beautiful green of his skin in the glow of your white fairy lights that outlined the ceiling in your room.

"You're awake," he whispered, stripping his gear, and himself, right down to his boxer briefs.

He grabbed your bath towel from the hook on your closet door and dried himself off real quick.

Meanwhile, you were having an internal scream fest at the fact that this sexy-ass turtle-man was getting ready to climb into your bed… With you… In nothing but his underwear.

"Is it ok?" He asked, frozen in place and looking down at you with concern.

"Of course," you told him, trying to sound casual.

As you faced the wall, laying on your side, you felt as the bed dipped behind you, and his warm body pressed against yours; those big arms of his slowly snaking their way around your middle and squeezing you closer to him.

"Thank you," you whispered, more to the Gods who had listened and answered your prayers, than to him.

"For what?" He practically purred in your ear.

"For being you," you told him, not knowing what else to say without making it weird.

He was quiet, but you could feel his unasked question floating around in the air.

"For always being there for me," you continued, "for everything you do…" you paused, contemplating your next statement.

"For fulfilling my needs…" you whispered.

You felt him squeezing you tighter, his snout nuzzling your neck behind your ear, as he took a deep breath in.

You felt his breath on your ear as he asked you the golden question…

"Do I fulfill all of your needs?" 

Time had stopped momentarily as hope surged through your entire being.

"Almost," you whispered.

His lips ghosted their way across the shell of your ear.

"What am I not fulfilling?" His voice was low and husky, "Because I want to fulfill all of your needs," he breathed out.

You turned your head to look at him, but your eyes didn't make it past his lips.

There it was, the delicious feeling you'd been dying for, as he brushed his lips against yours. But he pulled back too soon. 

You slipped your hand up behind his neck and pulled his lips to yours, eliciting a moan from him.

In one swift move, he had rolled you onto your back and caged you underneath him with his arms, kissing you as fervidly as you were kissing him.

After he'd regained control of his emotions, he broke the kiss and smiled down at you.

"I think I'm in love with you," you blurted out. 

His eyes got wide, but his smile got wider.

"I think I have been for a long time…" He told you.

"Really?" You squeaked, shocked by his confession.

"You couldn't tell? I've been trying to make moves on you since the day you smiled at me in that dark alley," He admitted, right before he began kissing you again and continuing to love you for the rest of the night.

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Said Mikey...or Raph...

Lmao 🤣 Yes, all the way yes.

Turtle 🌶️Shenanigans🌶️

I'm back with more shenanigans my Turtledoves.

➡️ Aged-up, adult turts

It's nekked Turtle time friendos

(Spurred on by @the-cauldron-witch @thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos @sophiacloud28 - I love you guys lmao)

💙Leonardo💙

⚔️Leo absolutely does tai chi in the nude. In his room. Candles lit.

⚔️Leo will quickly run from his room to the bathroom all nakey after tai chi.

⚔️Has tripped and fallen on his face when he encountered you walking to his room to find him

⚔️Hands flying to his dinky doo with a mortified expression in the process 

💜Donatello💜

👓DonDon needs an occasional airing out.

👓Locks himself in his lab and just walks about with his schlong flopping along.

👓His bros know if the door is locked - knock at own risk

👓Because he has and WILL answer the door as is

👓they have absolutely sent his love interest to knock on more than one occasion

🧡Michelangelo🧡

🍕Michelangelo - biggest offender- will walk around the lair in his birthday suit after showering.

🍕Every. Single. Time.

🍕He needs to "air dry"

🍕Got a swift whip to the ass cheek by unimpressed rat dad's tail for doing it when company was over

❤️Raphael❤️

🧶Sleeps ass naked

🧶Will get up and tiptoe to the fridge to down half a gallon of milk in the middle of the night.

🧶Sans panties.

🧶screamed like a fucking girl when he bumped into you as he was on his way back to his room with a handful of cookies that Mike left on the counter to be shared. Cookie crumbs and pieces EVERYWHERE.

⬇️Michelangelo Menace Hamato⬇️

✨Leo in his room doing his tai chi✨

Y/N: Standing at Leo's door with a look of confused contemplation

Mike: *coming down the hall with an armload of clean laundry* Oh hey! What's up Y/N??

Y/N: I'm looking for Leo... Raph said he was in his room...

Mike: Oh! He's definitely in his room angelcakes! *Sly grin* "Lemme get the door for you!"

Y/N: But I knocked and he didn't ans-

Mike: *clicks open door* Hey Leo!

Leo: THE FUCK MI- 😳

Mike: *Laughing so hard that nothing is coming out except a few wheezing sounds*

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