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Hello, everyone. As I've stated before in my bio, this blog is rated 18+. My content may not be appropriate for all audiences and I will add warnings where appropriate. I will list my stories here with links for easy navigating. So far, I'll be keeping it to the TMNT fandom. The content I write could be from any iteration of TMNT but the look likely will be Bayverse because I just love them.
Thank you to everyone who's stopped by and has given me likes, reblogs and followed this page. I hope not to disappoint. Please keep reading if you would like to make a request or find other stuff I've written, I've put it all in one place.
I am closing asks since I have three unwritten writing requests and I need to focus on getting those finished. Thank you for sending them in!
Considering writing prompts and requests. I will do my best to fulfill them. If I get too many I will have to close it. Also the requests CAN be smut. Please keep in mind that there are certain topics and tropes that I will not write.
I will write:
Anything pertaining to the TMNT fandom. This is all I'm interested in writing currently.
Romance, smut, anything to do with love, friendship or otherwise.
Angst, as long as it resolves itself in the end.
Anything, silly, fun, fluffy.
LIGHT bdsm (spanking, blindfolding, sensory deprivation, rope-play or role-play, nothing too extreme)
Heterosexual pairings but I could also do nonbinary.
I will NOT write:
Hard bdsm, I don't engage in it personally and find it pretty difficult to write.
Anything non-con, all encounters written are consensual. I do not play around with that.
'Bully' romance or 'dark' romance.
Anything underage, all characters must be aged up.
Degrading language - I know it can be considered 'sexy' but it just doesn't do it for me personally. For example "You're my little b*tch." that kind of thing.
Certain kinks, I will let you know. Stuff like asking the guys to call the female OC 'mommy' that icks me out as does the 'daddy' kink.
Tcest or anything related.
Extreme violence
Character death
Headcanons
Hot Drinks
When You're Sick
When They're Sick
When You're On Your Period
Owning a Business
Dad HCs
Poly-Dad HCs
Cursing During Sex
Living on the Surface for the First TIme
Losing Their Virginity Series
Mikey's Story
Raph's Story
Leo's Story
Donnie's Story
Bayverse Turtles Stories
Leonardo
Worthy
Leo one-shot - Boss Babe
Scars - Contains blood/injury, and smut
Raphael
Cold Hands
Golden Mornings - Contains mature themes
One More Night - Contains abusive themes
Michelangelo
Just My Type
Halloween Hotness - contains smut and mild sexual harassment
Sunshine
Balancing Act - Contains smut and naked shenanigans
The Turtle's Song - Contains mentions of abuse.
The Sincerest Form of Flattery - Halloween-themed, contains smut.
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Thinking of future, living in the colonies Rise Donatello. (NSFW, 1500+ words)
It had been far too long since he had a partner in his arms. She had been eyeing him for weeks, but he couldnât risk assuming what her curious stares were for. He got stared at all the time. He was one of the tall, green-skinned mutants that lived in the colony, and he and his brothers stood out among the inhabitants that were mostly humans.
She had been eyeing him at mealtimes and whenever he ended up in her workspace, which had been happening more and more often. Did he actually need to go into the armory and check parts multiple times a day? No. Was anyone going to stop him or tell him off? Also no. Did he use the extra time to catch her eye and wink at her? Absolutely. After subtly inviting her to âassist him with important weapon maintenanceâ in his private workshop, he quickly assessed her staring was exactly what he had hoped it was.
Now he had her up on a workbench, his hand in her open denims, his mouth on her neck. Her fingers clung to his muscular arms as she moaned in breathy pants. Donatello growled as he watched her open mouth make a continuous stream of sounds. She was so vocal for him. Sweet, delicious sounds of lusty pleasure. Heâd missed this so much.
âYeah, you like that? Is this what youâve been wanting? You could have just asked. Making us both wait,â he huffed near her ear before moving his lips over the side of her throat again. With incredible self-control, he refrained from nipping her soft skin. Instead, he kissed her and focused on her responses to the way he touched her wet folds. Teasing her, he waited until she was close before pressing one of his thick digits inside of her. He was rewarded with a sharp gasp, followed by a deep moan as her eyes flew open and met his.
âOh, fuck,â she hissed, her fingers gripping his arm tighter, arching up off the workbench as she felt him begin to move his crooked finger in and out of her.
Donatello ate up her noises. He loved how powerful this made him feel. Having a cute woman writhing before him and knowing it was all because of him was the serotonin hit he had been missing for a while. âYouâre doing so well, dove,â he cooed at her, watching her jerk and squirm on the mess of papers beneath her. He kept his pace slow, teasing her more, keeping her on the edge.
âPlease,â she gasped, her eyes fluttering open to meet his again briefly.
Donatello smirked, âPlease what?â
âPlease, I want it. Give it to me,â she moaned back, her hands pawing at his arms.
âYouâll have to be specific,â he purred back. Donatello couldnât have any question about what she wanted. Mutant-human relationships were highly discouraged in the colony as is, and he didnât need to get in trouble for assuming anything. He needed her explicit consent before heâd continue. Sheâd already begged him to touch her and tugged his hand to her pants. Donatello also wanted to hear her wet lips ask for it. âWhat do you want, dove?â he asked a bit firmer.
She swallowed hard and said, âI want you to fuck me.â
They both felt his hips snap forward and back. It had been too long. He inhaled sharply through his nostrils and grounded himself.
âAs you wish, my dear,â he said, slipping his hand from her sex and pants.
She softly whimpered at the loss.
Carefully removing her pants and underwear, Donatello tossed them aside. One hand moved to open his own pants, shoving them and his black shorts down his powerful thighs. The other hand gripped her by the hip and pulled her closer until she was slightly off the edge of his workbench that happened to be exactly the right height for this. Heâd made sure of it beforehand.
He eyed her wet sex before leaning over her again. âYou felt how big my finger was, but that was just a finger,â he murmured, both hands gripping her hips now. He gave her a squeeze as if to remind her. âThe easiest way this is going to work is if I drop inside of you,â he explained.
âDrop?â she whispered back, sounding confused.
Donatello ground himself briefly against her, letting his swollen slit rub against hers and let out a soft grunt. She moaned back. He didnât care if she didnât completely understand. She soon would. It had been far, far too long. His self-control was beginning to slip.
âReady, dove? Ready for me to fill you?â Donatello asked in a ragged voice.
âPlease,â she whimpered again, trying to rock against him again, but his large hands held her still.
Tugging her closer, one hand spreading her sex a bit more, he lined himself up against her. The hand on her hip pressed her down into the wooden tabletop. He had to get this right the first time or theyâd both slowly struggle. It had been a while since heâd done this, but he still knew how. Finally letting go, he dropped his swelling erection right into her wet cunt. A deep groan of satisfaction and relief poured from his throat.
She grabbed the edge of the workbench with one hand and ended up with a fistful of papers and pencils in the other. Arching high off the desk, her eyes were wide as her open mouth warbled a loud, strangled sound. Her legs closed against his hips and slowly opened again. Sheâd never felt anything like this before. Heâd filled her, but continued to swell and grow inside of her.
Donatello opened his eyes when he felt his thick organ finish swelling. It felt so good to be inside another again. He saw the surprised look on her face and chuckled softly as she got used to his size. Grateful that she wasnât wincing, he kissed at her neck again and distracted her with tender touches all over her soft body. âPerfect,â he whispered, âOh youâre doing so well, dove.â When she began to relax, he began to move.
It took two shallow, testing thrusts for her to finally succumb to the pleasure heâd been teasing up since sheâd gotten into his workshop. She cried out and gasped for air as her heart raced and her sex throbbed around him.
Watching the woman thrash and come undone on his cock made Donatello smirk and huff. He held her still and continued to pump in and out of her. âThatâs it, dove, tell me how good it feels,â he growled, his gleaming eyes watching her every move.
As Donatello fucked her, cautiously getting more and more rough, the woman continued to noisily moan, pant, and occasionally squeal before him. His flared head rubbed her insides like nothing had before, and she trembled before him on the workbench. Her head tossed from side to side and her hands gripped the table and his arms on and off. When she put one arm over her flushed face, Donatello moved it back down.
âNone of that. I need to see you,â he said, his voice rough with pleasure.
She blushed even more, eyes opening for a moment to see his face above her, the wild look in his eyes. âOh, fuck,â she warbled, biting her lower lip before panting again.
Donatello felt his own climax build. He usually lasted far longer than this, but it had been ages, and heâd been patiently preparing in the hopes that she would be receptive to him. He was so glad she was. His uniquely shaped head flared more, the fleshy points swelling in preparation of his orgasm.
With a deeper tone, he asked, âWhere do you want it, dove?â His hips continued to snap back and forth, thrusting into her throbbing sex.
She struggled to answer and moaned, âGive it to me,â in a very slurred sounding voice.
âWhere?â Donatello asked again louder, his teeth gritted.
âFill me up!â she cried out, feeling him swell inside her even more. She shook and gripped at the table again. She could feel his grip tightening on her hips.
Picking up the pace again, Donatello thanked his lucky stars and leaned over her, huffing against her skin, losing himself in her. âTake it all then,â he growled before pulling her closer, rutting her hard and finally cumming deep inside of her with a loud cry of his own as she cried out with him, arching and shaking again.
Slumped over her, supporting himself with one arm, the pair panted, still joined at the hips. Blinking slowly, Donatello savored the cocktail of feel-good chemicals in his brain. Having a warm body beneath him was far better than any toy or invention. He churred softly, barely audible, as he lingered and nuzzled her neck. Giving her a quick nip, he finally straitening slowly. He touched the side of her flushed face gently with one finger.
âYour new position will be here with me now,â he said matter-of-factly, âI needed a new assistant, and I believe your competency, high capacity for knowledge, and proper âweapon maintenance techniquesâ will serve the colony better here than working in the armory.â
The woman huffed and looked up at her new boss with half-lidded eyes. âAnd what weapon will I be maintaining?â she asked, sounding winded still.
Donatello grinned a wide, toothy smile. He chuckled, âWhy dove, me, of course.â
A/N: Weâre back baby! Here to start off a new fanfic renaissance with a smut! Enjoy!đ
Song: âWHY ARENâT WE HAVING SEX?â by Liza Owen.
All characters are aged up.
Warnings: Heat wave, situationship/friendship/relationship?, standing shower sex, shower sex on the floor, unprotected sex.
Strawberry colored lights / Been reading all the signs / This record on rewind / We already know / Exactly where this goes / Ourâ bodiesâ in no clothes / Theâ universe says so / We already know
A heat wave had struck New York, leaving most of the people in the city fanning themselves in the warmth, doing whatever they could to cool down, but nothing seemed to be enough. It wasnât much better in the sewers, with the Lair feeling just as hot as many apartments above ground.
The light in Leonardoâs room seemed to have taken on a red glow in the heat, as if the light itself had started to add to the stuffiness of the room. It was so hot that you had drenched your clothes with sweat, causing you to strip down to nothing but your underwear. Yet you stayed in there, laying flat on the floor next to Leo in front of a fan, trying your best to cool down. Other than the sound of the fan blowing air at full speed, was the sound of your phone playing music somewhere on the floor.
âI curse global warmingâ, you groaned, stretching your hands up over your head, hoping that it somehow would help. And to your joy, it did momentarily. But then Leo chuckled at your words, causing you to look in his direction, feeling your body heat up instantly. Laying next to you was Leo wearing nothing but a pair of well fitting boxers, eyes closed with a small smile as he tried to relax in the heat wave. You knew that Leo was laying beside you, and you knew that he was wearing next to nothing, yet the sight of him was enough to make your heart raise and set your skin and thoughts alight.
You and Leonard were close friends. Maybe even best friends⊠Who are you trying to fool? You and Leo were closer than friends and everybody knew it. One look at the two of you, and anybody could tell was far more than just a friendship. They way you spoke to each other, and the way your eyes softened when you had each other in sight. And it was no secret. There was just something strong between you and Leo. So strong that even the two of you were aware of it, fully aware that the other person knew it as well. Which is one of the reasons why you and Leo decided to spend the heat wave together, laying on the floor in nothing but boxers and underwear. Had it been normal temperature, the two of you would most likely have been cuddling in his bed like you had done so many times before, letting pillow talk lull the two of you to sleep. But something that never changed, no matter the temperature, was the dirty thoughts entering your head whenever you looked at Leo and his well built body, leading to the same question every single time; why arenât the two of you having sex?
You and Leo cuddled pretty much all the time, no matter how much or how little clothes you were wearing. Hell, you had even changed clothes in front of each other before training together. Good lord, you have seen his tail! But you had never had sex. And what many people may find surprising, is the fact that the two of you had never kissed. To you, it was so sexually frustrating, just laying there and knowing that you could have this man, yet neither of you had ever pushed it there. But good lord, you really wanted tooâŠ
Pull upâ to another rental / Big house with a little pink door / Hard fact is inevitable, oh, oh-oh / Catch fire but we never see smoke / So hot when you give me control / Hard fact is inevitable, oh
âI bet youâre not the only oneâ, Leo chuckled, opening one eye to look at you momentarily, chuckling when he saw you staring at him.
That man⊠Sometimes you wondered if he knew what he did to you, just laying there and making simple existence look so god damn hot. It was enough to make your body boil with excitement.
âItâs so hot!â, you whined. âI hate being this hot! Iâm so close to just taking my skin offâ.
âPlease donâtâ, Leo said, still with his eyes closed. âI think the mess wouldnât be worth itâ.
You let out a frustrated sigh, trying to let yourself relax against the floor beneath you. But it simply wasnât working. And that was when you decided that enough was enough, sitting on straight and grabbing a hold of your bra.
âFuck itâ.
Leo opened his eyes out of curiosity, wanting to see whatever you were planning on, only to be met with the sight of you unhooking your bra, before throwing it far away. You laid back down, raising your arms above your head once more, letting out a relaxed sigh and closing your eyes, as the air from the fan came into contact with your exposed breasts.
Leo had seen your tits before, but that did not make it less shocking and exciting for him. The one other time he had seen you topless, was when you got bored during his training, and decided to flash him. That sight had never left his mind, and he often found himself thinking about it while being alone with you, and especially when he was all by himselfâŠ
But seeing a momentary flash of your nipples could not compare to what he was looking at now. Your body - almost naked with the exception of a pair of panties - had him reliving every single fantasy he had ever had about you⊠Why did you have to be so hot?
Leoâs staring at that moment was shameless; lips slightly parted and his breathing getting deeper. His gaze became even more burning than the heat of the air, making you aware of someone watching you. And so you looked to Leo, feeling a shiver run through your body when you saw him. The way he just laid there and stared at you, his eyes looking at your sweaty naked chest raising up and down with each of your increasingly shallow breaths. His eyes - still friendly and kind - grew slightly darker, taking in the sight of you.
Your eyes did the same to him, taking in all of him. All the way from his head and down his toned body to-... Your leg muscles tightened. A large tent had grown in his boxers, straining against the fabric that restrained it. You almost choked on your own breath. Leonardo had dropped just by staring at your chest.
Why aren't we having sex? / Because the only thing that's on my mind is / Why aren't we having sex? / Because the only thing that's on my mind is / Why aren't we having sex?
The heat suddenly seemed much stronger, with Leonardoâs room suddenly feeling like an oven. Yet with your skin feeling like it was close to melting, you couldnât stop yourself from wondering how Leo might look beneath those tight boxers. The bulge was more than impressive, and the thought of him slowly sliding in⊠You needed to cool down!
âWanna go take a shower?â, you asked.
Leo looked up at your face, like he had just been pulled from a trance. It took him a moment to register your words, before giving you a node and a small smile.
You and Leo did not bother to put clothes on before leaving his bedroom. It was too hot. Instead you wrapped your arms around yourself, and walked behind Leo as you made your way to the bathroom. Leo walked with his hand hovering over his hardened manhood, covering himself in case anybody would see the two of you. But no one saw you, as they were most likely hiding away in their own rooms, trying to find ways to escape the air.
Naked in the bathroom / Show me something bad about you / Oh, oh, oh-oh / Come on and show me what I'm missing / Hurry up and cut the tension / Oh, oh, oh-oh
Once in the bathroom, Leo was quick to head for the shower, turning on the cold water, feeling a sudden need to cool himself off. It was as if the reality of what most likely was about to happen was hitting him, making him more nervous than he had been around you for a long time.
Leo was ready to jump into the pouring water with his boxers still on, only to freeze when he felt your hand on his arm. He turned to find you looking up at him, once again with your chest fully on display. Leo swore he could already feel himself leaking into his underwearâŠ
âArenât you forgetting something?â, you asked, nodding down to his boxers.
âWhat about you?â, he asked, trying to keep his cool as he gestured towards the thin fabric covering your lower part.
You smiled before hooking your fingers into your panties and slipping them down your legs with ease. If you had to be honest, you had wanted to get rid of your underwear in front of Leo for so long, and the eagerness was starting to show. And though Leo was nervous, he loved seeing you like this. Naked and eager for himâŠ
âYou sure you want to see it?â, Leo asked, sounding just as breathless like he did after a long practice.
âYesâ, you answered, your voice sounding small yet yearning. âI really want to see itâ.
Leoâs eyes flickered across your face as he slowly bit his bottom lip, before giving you a node, continuing to look at your face as his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his tight boxers. Pushing the tight fabric down, his long member sprang from its confines, slapping up against his lower plastron, just as eager as you, ready to stand hard and proud for you to see.
You were shocked at the size, finding yourself staring out it with your mouth open. But when you looked up at him once again, it was as if something snapped within him. One of his hands took a sudden but soft hold of the back of your neck, before pulling you to him, your chest against his plastron, his penis flush against your skin, and his lips hungryly on yours. And you reciprocated instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you arched against him, with a voice in your head jumping with joy and yelling âfinally!â
Pull up to another rental / Big house with a little pink door / Hard fact is inevitable, oh, oh-oh / Catch fire but we never see smoke / So hot when you give me control / Hard fact is inevitable, oh, oh-oh
With your lips and tongues moving against each other like they had always wanted to, your hands moved over your bodies, touching and squeezing wherever they went. When Leo squeezed your ass, you couldnât help but moan into the kiss. And when you gave Leoâs lower lip a light bit, the groan that escaped him made your already slick folds a slippery mess.
You grabbed a hold of Leoâs hand, before moving it in between your legs, in an attempt to let him know where you needed him.
âShow me babyâ, Leo groaned against your lips. âShow me what you wantâ.
Using one of Leoâs thick fingers, you moved it between your folds, making sure it got covered in your wetness. Leo followed your guidance, before letting you push his finger into you, feeling your tightness stretch out around his finger. It was a sweet burn, causing you to whimper against Leoâs parted lips, as he had stopped kissing you, now watching your face close up, taking in every single reaction you gave him.
Once you had gotten used to his finger, you started to move against it, and before long, Leo was the one thrusting his finger in and out of you. It didnât take long before you found your legs shaking and sweat dripping down your bodies.
No matter how much you wanted Leo to continue, and make you cum on his fingers, the tempting cooling shower was screaming for the two of you.
When Leo removed his finger from your wet cunt, he made sure to keep his eyes on yours, before taking his finger into his mouth, sucking your juices off of it. It almost made your knees buckle beneath you.
Why aren't we having sex? / Because the only thing that's on my mind is / Why aren't we having sex? / Because the only thing that's on my mind is / Why aren't we having sex? / Because the only thing that's on my mind is / Why arenât we?
The feeling of the shower water hitting against your skin, seemed to add the energy the heat had taken away from you. The same thing happened to Leo, who had new strength in the way he held onto you, holding you tightly against him, like he was scared the moment would end if he let you go.
You felt emboldenment, reaching down between your bodies, for the long shaft that seemed to ache for the two of you. The feeling of your fingers wrapping around him, made Leo moan against your mouth, moving himself further into your hand, like he silently asked you to continue. And you did, moving your hand up and down his member making him buckle against you.
âCome hereâ Leo mumbled against you, before grabbing a hold of you and lifting you up off the ground, letting you to instinctively wrap your legs around him, feeling his hardness press up against your thigh.
Pressing you up against the cold wall, Leo used one hand to grab a hold of his penis, before letting his tip slide back and forth between your folds. You whimpered before looking down between the two of you, watching as Leo started to line himself up against your entrance. Leo looked you in the eyes, silently asking you if he could move forward. And as an answer, you nodded, your own eyes pleading him to move into you. And so Leo did, letting his head penetrate your entrance, feeling your opening stretch further around him.
You let out a loud moan, letting your head fall back against the shower wall, all while Leonardo moved further and further into you, until he couldnât push more of him into you.
Leo rested his forehead against your shoulder, letting out a shuttering sigh at the feeling of your warm walls hugging him so tightly.
âFuckâ.
âLeoâ, you said, making him look up at you. âPlease move. I need you to moveâ.
Leo let out a chuckle, before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. âAs you wish, sweetheartâ.
Feeling Leo move back before thrusting back into you, made you dig your nails into his skin, holding on for dear life. You had long fantasised and imagined how it would feel to let Leo fuck you, but nothing could prepare you for how good it actually felt. And he had just startedâŠ
Leo slowly allowed himself to gain more speed and force, letting a faint sound of skin slapping together grow between the two of you. With each thrust, you felt a hot fire grow within you. A different kind of hot than the heat wave that had gotten you here, but an electric one. And it only seemed to grow.
âLeoâŠâ, you whimpered in an attempt to tell him just how good you were feeling, but the words got stuck in your throat, with nothing but moans getting out instead. But Leo seemed to understand. Even without words, he understood what you wanted. You wanted more.
Leoâs lips was back on yours as he moved you back off the wall, your legs still wrapped around him as he held you close. He kneeled down onto the floor, before laying you down before him, his member still inside of you as he followed you down. He was quick to resume his thrusting, this time at a much greater pace.
Of all the things you had imagined, you had never thought that you and Leoâs first time together would be with your back on the floor of the shower. Sure, you had thought about shower sex, but laying on the hard cold floor with his body hovering above you, the water pouring onto his shell, before running around his body and dripping onto you from his plastron. Somehow it was much better than you had ever imagined.
If you had been loud before, you might as well have been screaming now, as Leo used one hand to spread one leg further apart, opening you more to him. The sound of running water could no longer hide the smacking of skin, and with Leo moaning and groaning in your ear, you could feel your building orgasm press forward, teasing you but standing just on the edge. That was when you felt Leo twitch inside of you, letting you know that he too felt his high threatening him on the edge, with the fluttering of your walls only pushing him further along. And it was with that your high came crashing down on you, causing you to cry out and arch against Leo. Your walls clamping down on him was just was he needed, pulling out of you just in time to shoot his white ropes over your arching body, watching as his pulsing penis covered your lower half in his sperm.
Leoâs body almost collapsed onto yours, his arms keeping him from crushing down on you with his full weight, with his forehead once again resting against your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.
Finally feeling yourself being able to think again, you couldnât help but laugh, wrapping your arms around Leoâs neck as he looked at you, as if to ask what you were thinking.
âMaybe I donât hate being hot after allâ, you laughed, pulling him in for another kiss, as you felt the water continue to fall onto the two of you.
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Hello, everyone! Sorry I've been so quiet lately, life is life-ing and I'm just trying to survive it and work at the same time. You all know how it goes. Anyway!
Now, this post I'm not bringing you one, but TWO stories! Both containing fanchild OCs my brain made up on the spot for two of my close friends!
I have decided to post these fics through Ellipsus and will be doing so from here on out, for my own creative safety and peace of mind.
This first fic is JUST finished and brand new and something I wrote for one of my besties @sophiacloud28 !! (Special thank you to Laundry for beta reading this one!)
Orion
This second one I am fairly certain I forgot to post, but I wrote it for one of my other besties @adebauchedsloth!!
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This might be a silly question but I just started following you and I wanted to know who is or who is your fav tmnt character(s)? Could be in general or from iteration
Here we go, two asks in one day.
Thank you for your question and not silly at all! I paused on answering it because this is so open-ended I could be here all day answering who my fav TMNT characters are.
To condense things, I'll stick with the main four and choose my favourite.
I can safely say for every iteration it's always been Michelangelo. The 2K3 series is what got me into it and it just never left. I have a real affinity for underrated characters, especially those who seem unassuming but then 'bam' the show hits you with how smart they are, how capable they are had they just been given a chance to prove themselves.
Also, I am weak for the comic relief characters, the ones that make me smile and laugh. Mikey fit the bill in all of these categories. He is a sweet guy with a heart of gold and I love all versions of him. Mikey is the character I am most comfortable writing for, the words just flow a lot more easily with him at the reins inside my head.
I aim to write for him as much as I can because from what I've seen, he could easily be labeled as the least popular brother in any given version. Justice for Mikey. đ
Honorable mention goes to Raphael. I was never much into him when I watched the 2k3 series for the 2012 series. When the Bay movies came out though, I was looking đ and I must say I do love a big grumpy guy who's actually a big softy. Then Rise came out and I was a goner, that version of Raph has my heart and I love him. Again, I hope to write more for him since I don't tend to see a lot of stories that feature just him.
I hope this answers your question! Also I have received your other request and it might be a little while until I can answer it. Thank you!
I owe you my LIFE đâ€ïž for the love of all good things in the world, please do not apologize for it taking time to put it up on AO3. You have literally used your own valuable free time to create media in this fandom, for FREE (Oh my God, the way I would be sending you so many ko-fis or patreon subs or whatever you do if you do anything like that if I wasn't existing in this terrible economy and had cash to spare), and went forward to put it up on an easier to read platform when asked out of the sheer kindness of your own heart. I would have waited a year, happily. You are an angel, your works are amazing, and thank you SO MUCH for putting Feral on AO3!
(Apologies for taking a while to answer this ask)
You are absolutely so sweet not only for taking the time to send the ask thanking me, but also for your patience and your kind words. Making my stories more accessible for my readers was not something I'd been thinking of until your ask popped up in my inbox and now I'm on the path of adding more of my stories, especially my longer ones.
My good friend @adebauchedsloth mentioned that Tumblr has a nasty habit of refreshing on her when she's trying to read a long fic and clicks away from the app. Sometimes stories aren't linked properly with their chapters either making it difficult to read the next part.
I will be making more of an effort to get more stories on AO3, if there are any more immediate requests for this, please let me know!
If this has already been pointed out, please indulge me in saying it again:
If you post writing or art, donât get discouraged if it doesnât get a lot of notes. Donât delete it if it doesnât get a lot of notes. Donât see it as a reflection of how good you are or take it personally. Donât feel like you donât belong in the space, because you do.
My work with most notes? Appy Slices. You wanna know how long it sat after posting before people started discovering it? A WHILE. Some of my favorite writing gets zero attention, and thatâs all right! At the end of the day itâs for ME, and somewhere along the way if someone else likes it thatâs cool, but itâs still a beautiful flower even if someone doesnât pick it for their bouquet.
Fandom is also in waves as well. People ride the sea of life, and they might be visiting other waters before diving back in to your fandom. Have patience, and donât get discouraged.
Your story, art, perspective is important, and it will resonate with people. Donât choke it before it can reach them.
I still have my ancient fics on good ol' fanfiction.net and that is where they will rest. As for my recent stuff, there absolutely are some stories that I wish would get more attention, but I know people have enjoyed it or maybe haven't had a chance to read it. This is why once I've posted something it's there to stay just in case the right reader comes along.
Do You Know What Youâre Doing? Bayverse! Turtles x Reader Headcanons
đ this is based off of a tiny little tiktok trend iâm seeing⊠people post specific and in-depth things that their s/o does that attracts them :) figured iâd give it a go with the bay boys. a little broad but thatâs likely because this was instead written a little more suggestive than i had initially planned. but⊠whoâs complaining? lmfao
if youâre wondering⊠trend: âthings i find extremely attractiveâ on tiktok
synopsis: the turtles are attractive and things get explicit.
Warnings: NSFW, suggestive, 18+. MDNI. All characters aged up
Leo:Â
Iâd like to believe that Leo, in private, genuinely finds the idea of overpowering people intriguing. Heâs learned to do better, KNOWS how to do better when it comes to controlling his attitudeâ but you give him some leniency with it.Â
In the scenario where you and he decide to participate in thisâ"this" meaning being generous about how much of a sassy, authoritative, commanding turtle he's allowed to beâapproach with caution. By God, he takes full advantage.
Itâs not like the relationship he has with his brothers. Not ridiculously domineering, no. He knows when to act like an actual man.
But he is a tease.Â
âWhat?â He would sneer. Clicking his tongue, tilting his head, pouting at you when you donât get your way.Â
Again. Thatâs only in private. He treats you like royalty in the presence of literally anyone else.
I have an idea in my head that heâs definitely the type of individual to enjoy reading books.
Classics, of course, but he gets these (cough) frisky ideas from romance books. No doubt.
Thatâs where Leo would learn how to do all of this romantic kinky shit to you. No social media, as heâs likely absent from itâ maybe visits a few âhow-toâsâ, but other than that, when it comes to his romanticism tactics; itâs all literature-based.
Heâs into begging. Matter of fact, Iâd say itâs one of the biggest things heâs intoâ he loves when the words coming out of your mouth are simply words of want. You want him to do this to you? Him, of all people? You gorgeous being, you. It boosts his damn ego, plain and simple.Â
Leo got into this by fault of his own. Blue had gotten his hands on a romantic book that consisted of some fairly explicit adult content for the first time; lord knows how he got it. Probably found it in a trash bin on patrol, the cover looked nice.Â
Had no idea what the book consisted of. Picked it up. Couldnât put it back down. Discovered something new about himself that day.Â
It was from then on out he started to hide his growing book collection from his family. Maybe he sets the more acceptable ones out on display⊠sure.Â
In PUBLIC, honor boy is a completely different character.Â
Heâs respectful.Â
Holds the door open, buys you food, aids you with care like no other when youâre sick. Something as simple as a slight headache has him dropping everything to come baby you without having to ask.Â
Thatâs all you have to do: ask. Thatâs it.Â
If you ever get back from a date night, feet tired from wearing heels or a painful shoe all night, you best believe that man is swooping you right up and off of your feet with the shoes dangling in the other hand.Â
Leoâs a big fan of back-of-hand/knuckle kisses. Itâs one of his favorite ways to show his respect to you, even if he acts the opposite when youâre alone ;)
He just likes getting a rise out of you⊠tease that man, for Godâs sakes. You wonât regret it.
This is just an extra⊠but he absolutely loooooves helping you zip up your dress. Slowly. Surely. Matter of fact, just follow him to the bedroom, it doesnât need to be zipped up anyways.
Raph:Â
We know that Raph hates being excluded from decisions, major or minor.Â
Thatâs why itâs his number one priority to make your voice heard.Â
He WILL make sure that you stand out in a group setting. That man is used to being left out of group conversations. If thereâs one thing he can do to show his attention, itâs giving you his own undivided attention; even if that means forcing the rest of the group to listen to what you have to say.Â
He doesn't care if he has to fight to do it. By all means, speak your truth.
When it comes to people that arenât his own dearly loved and immediate family, Raph is more of a socially anxious being! Contrary to popular belief, yes. Itâs true. He may come off as a hot head⊠probably because yes. He is. But the dude knits in his free time. He hates people. Iâve said it before and Iâll say it again⊠Iâm almost 99% heâd be on the introverted side if he were to be publicly accepted.Â
Speaking of knitting!Â
Gift giving is his looove language đ
When winter rolls around, heâs knitting you a blanket and you donât get a choice but to use it and KEEP it.Â
When Spring rolls around, he has you bring that blanket back to the lair so he has some sort of scent remnant of you.Â
Itâs really no surprise as to why he wants it. đ
On a different topic, Iâm also a firm believer that heâd be allllllll over kissing the scars on your body.Â
So what, you think theyâre ugly? He has them too. He thinks they look cool. But oh, they look so much better on you.Â
Stretch marks. Scars. Injuries of the like. They show a journey and he is so unbelievably down to prove it to you.Â
Speaking of proving things to youâŠ.Â
Raph likes loves when you speak out against him. It gives him all the more reason to take your two hands in his giant green one and use that shit against you.Â
You wanna talk about how much you hate your body? How much you think people hate you for who you are? How shitty of a s/o you think you are?Â
Try saying or proving any of that when one hand is grasping two of yours and the other is over your mouth.Â
Youâre not able to say anything, regardless. Your mind is too busy on other things ;)Â
Like Raphâs voice, for one. Heâs vocal! And is WELL aware.Â
Spring, he despises; he misses you too much. However, he never allows you over, as he is far too terrified of harming you.Â
Because he has no control over his actions for the week (at most), youâve been tasked with staying home. Spring, in its entirety; SUCKSâ but Raph will be a trooper for yaâ.
Itâs only about a weekâs length where spring fever hits him like a train. Yeah. A weekâs length is all you have to stay home⊠without him.Â
So. Before that week starts, he gives you the worst hickies known to mankind.Â
Theyâre deep and purple. He only does it so when he sees you again, those feelings come flooding back! Itâs like his season, but heâs aware this time. Hell yeah! And heâs got his girl for this round!Â
As long as you donât cover them up, Raph treats you just fine. Unless you request otherwise. Heâs down for anything you ask of him⊠Red is desperate.Â
Donnie:
Thereâs no telling when a spicier mood will hit him.
But there are signsâŠ. and one is a dead giveaway.
Itâs around three in the morning, one night. You decided to stay over at the lair with your genius boyfriend and his family; it was getting late, anyways.Â
Thereâs shit scattered all over the lair. As you trudge to grab a snack from the fridge, you manage to step on THREE things: Mikeyâs Stuffed Animal, trash that Leo had begged Raph to pick up, and an aluminum wrapper of a strawberry Pop-Tart pastry that Donatello had been particularly fond of.Â
Speak of the devil. (Heâs such a deep sleeper, how could he have heard you?)
Donnieâs voice, laced heavily with sleep, floats from the doorway.Â
The turtle in purple (and probably sweatpants) would mumble a silly question about why youâre up so late. He approaches, warm hand finding your waist as he leans past you to retrieve his prized juice box from the fridgeâ pausing before he realizes why you were probably in this exact spot, too.
"Would you like ân orange or an apple?" He sleepily murmurs against your forehead, pressing a kiss there before pulling back and wrapping his arms around you.
You don't answer, too distracted by how his thumb traces circles just above your hipbone, the scaly finger sending shivers through your sleep shirt.
Itâs not with any intention at first. But⊠it does grow into some.
He likes how warm you feel against him. He likes how he can use you as a headrest. He likes how he can just think about you and nothing else on his mind. None of those stressors from his work are present in his mind just yet, heâs too focused on you.
Donnie, who is most often perceived to be âin-the-moodâ after a long day at work, is actually most often âin-that-moodâ when he wakes.
Heâs been snoozing for a bit and has nothing on his mind. Heâs zoned, heâs sleepy, heâs cozy⊠and youâre warm⊠come here, will you?Â
Donnie's fingers continued along your waist, calloused skin tracing the hem of your sleep shirt. His body remained pressed against yours, weight shifting as he buried his face deeper into your shoulder. You could feel the slow, even rhythm of his breathing against your neck, warm puffs of air raising goosebumps along your arms.Â
You felt his lips press against the curve where your shoulder met your neck, lingering there, hot and damp.Â
A little noiseâ soon discernable as a moanâ slipped out from your lips.Â
Youâve got two seconds to decide whether you want to go back to his room or let him lift you up on the counter before he decides for you.Â
(someone remind me to post a mini one-shot for that scenario someday. itâs sitting in my drafts)
When Donnie IS of a more conscious state, there is no scenario that man loves more than having you in his lap when he works.Â
Any time you walk by, heâs waving you towards him with a finger. Or a nod of his head.Â
You can straddle him, cuddle him, sit in front of him while he works. Donnie doesnât care. As long as he gets to hold you.Â
His hands will drift. Waaaaay further than they should be allowed to with that lab door of his wide open.Â
When heâs awake, heâs very into overstimulating the shit out of you. But heâs, and, this is hard to explain or put into wordsâ nice with it? He talks you through it. Makes sure youâre okay even though youâre seeing stars while he whispers to you. Is pecking kisses upon kisses down your body.Â
And, of course, helps clean you afterwards.Â
When heâs sleepy, like previously mentioned; he likes sitting you on top of his thigh once you get back in the bedroom. He gets to watch you receive pleasure all while being able to control how much you get and when. Whatâs more to love?Â
His sleepy voice, thatâs what. Itâs raspy and his voice cracks more than it already does on the daily. Hell, it makes you want to be the one helping him out.
He wonât let you. He takes you in his arms and conks back out instead. đ€
Mikey:
Mikey always loved parties. Even betterâ he loves taking you to aforementioned parties.
Even if itâs not your thing, he sticks with you the entire time. The sweet tangerine turtle will place his hand on your back ever so slightly, wanting nothing more than to ease you mind of this rambunctious place; oh, whatâs that? You want to ditch and get some fresh air?Â
Say no more.Â
He's already found the perfect place, temperature-wise. If you've made a statement about being too warm, great! He's already found a secluded place with just the right amount of breeze to keep you comfortable. Too cold? Mikey's jacket is coming straight off of his waist and straight onto your body.
He has this way of making you feel like you're the only two people there, even in the middle of a thousand-person crowd.Â
He'll lean in close, breath warm against your ear as he whispers some ridiculous commentary about the people around you. Mikey is great at distracting you. Making shitty experiences seem bearable for what they really are.
He looooves taking you on solo walks around the venue you're in; he pays EXTRA attention to what makes you light up as you walk past. If there's a specific vendor... for example, a dessert or drink stand if you're at a party, you best believe that man would watch his wallet run dry if it meant seeing you happy.Â
He's not the kind to take you out to an ice cream shop and only buy YOU something because YOU were hungry. He'll get something, too! Probably one of those seasonal flavors that sound goofy... cereal milk? That one screams 'Mikey' to me.
As the night becomes too much, and the moon carries on, you two have probably found your way back to the lair. Or, your apartment. Whichever.Â
Of course, when it's just you two and Mikey's attention is on you, he goes from crowd-pleaser --> pleasure-giver.
Contrary to popular opinion, heâd take it slow!
Even if heâs been with other people before, if thatâs a general headcanon of yoursâ youâre one he genuinely cares about. Mikeyâs been eyeing you for ages. Now, heâs finally got his hands on you. Slow and steady, heâll take itâ unless asked otherwise. He wants to remember this remember you.
Mikey LOVES taking the lead, and generally prefers it, but only if you explicitly offer it. He will never force a thing, but if you give him the reins, you arenât getting them back unless you ask nicely đ
This doesnât take away from the fact that he also loves when YOU take the reins! Please. By all means, tell him what to do. He is not going to complain. You may actually get him to listen for once in his life đ€·ââïž
Mikey is a huge (!!) fan of praise; if you compliment him or tell him how good he is at being in charge, he'll work even harder to ensure you're taken care of, confirming that he's earned the position you gave him.
 Looking into it, maybe this comes from him being the youngest! He likes being able to take authority, especially when itâs in something heâs good at with someone he loves.
Reciprocal touch and reassurance are absolute musts for him; he needs to feel you reaching back just as much as heâs reaching for you. If you run your hands over his shell or pull him closer, he practically melts. Heâll often ask if heâs doing a good job or if youâre enjoying yourself, not out of insecurity, but because your verbal and physical confirmation acts like straight gasoline for him. It sets him on fire, gets him going, itâs his fuel. Seeing you lose yourself in the moment because of something heâs doing is the ultimate ego boost for him, and heâll reward your praise with even more focused attention.
The aftercare with Mikey is legendary and arguably his favorite part of the whole experience.Â
Heâs a total cuddle bug. He will WRAP HIS LIMBS around you like a koala and refuse to let go.Â
Heâll bring you water, of course, find your favorite snacks, and maybe even put on a silly cartoon just to keep the atmosphere light and cozy. Heâll then pepper your face with tired, happy kisses and whisper about how much he loves you until you both drift off. :)Â
And then heâll wake you up with his snores. Because I know he does. He absolutely does.
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After roughly 6 months, from ideation to finish, here are the guys.
Happy 10th anniversary to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows!
Leonardo, in the midst of training. I'm kinda jealous of how effortlessly elegant he looks tbh.
Raphael, either about to demonstrate to some stray Foot ninja why they shouldn't tango with any of the turtles without back up or screwing around with Mikey and/or Casey.
Donatello, blasting the Mission Impossible theme after a successful secret task + a Droney drive by.
Michelangelo, about to punk either Raph, Casey, or Vern. Whichever one's the most hilarious honestly.
Wanted to see what Donâs outfit in the final chapter of my fic looked like. I even colored it, although this is about as far as my patience (and skill level, frankly) for coloring goes. Now that Iâm not currently writing I can go back to my first love, drawing.
I have participated in my own prompt challenge again!
Shocking, I know.
Prompt: The accidental kiss - maybe feelings finally take over. Or maybe you/TOC leans down and gives you a big ol' smooch before leaving one night. Maybe it means something, maybe it doesn't.
Is this for 2012 Raph, you ask?
Why yes! Yes, it is.
âĄïž Aged-up, adult turts
TW: Fluff. Raph being a stubborn ass. Pining idiots. Definitely swearwords.
Red Kisses
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Apologies, my lovely readers, I had intended this to be posted last night, and then I started to have cold symptoms, and then I had to work a full day today. Also I know I have a few asks in my inbox I haven't had a chance to get to yet, but I will!
Here it is, though! The long-awaited part 2 of this story. This is the one with the smut đ Leon finally gets his chance to make things right with our Reader. What did he end up doing with the help of Shelldon? Is the 'grand romantic gesture' going to work out for him? Click 'keep reading' to find out!
Thank you to everyone who left likes, comments or took the time to reblog the first part of this. You are all wonderful!
Link to Part 1
Thanks again to everyone who helped me make this story a reality. You know who you are and I appreciate you so much.
Note: All characters are aged up and in their early thirties. This chapter does contain smut - consenting adults participating in sexual activity that will include oral, female receiving, and p in v sex. Also, it does contain a description of Leon's non-human anatomy.
This is the song I picked for this story and the one Leon uses in his 'surprise'.
It was Saturday night and you had no plans, no one to see, nothing to do except laze about in your pyjamas with your favourite takeout. It was the kind of relaxing evening you loved, yet you couldnât reach the contentment you usually felt. You were lonely, simply put. In the past, Leon had always found some reason to contact you on Saturday nights. Heâd once asked for your opinion on which socks to wear on Monday morning, clearly looking for any excuse to talk to you. At the time, youâd felt so irritated. Why couldnât he leave you alone? Now, however, youâd welcome the distraction if it meant hearing his voice again.
Still caught up in your thoughts, you barely missed the sound of something tapping on your window. Was it a bird? Some wayward woodpecker lost in the city?
No, you were more than a little surprised to see it wasâŠShelldon?! Donnieâs little turtlebot son of all things. Youâd seen the little bot flitting around between the floors, either delivering messages or dropping off packages. He always asked for skritches upon completing a job, and you always obliged.
Now, he was outside your window with a sign in his mouth that said âLOOK DOWNâ.
Look down? That wasnât ominous at all, but you nodded to the little bot and went out to your balcony to look down at the street. Shelldon whizzed away happily, his job complete, while your gaze fell on none other than Leon holdingâŠa boombox. He was impeccably dressed in one of his nicer-looking suits, a deep navy blue with a tie in a swirling pattern of ocean colours. Beside him on the ground were two items: a bouquet of flowers and some large, flat panels that you could assume were signs of some sort.
A song came belting out of the boombox, and heat flooded your cheeks.
âWhat are you doing?!â you questioned as the song began to play.
âWhat I shouldâve done a long time ago!â he called back, smiling like a loon.
I gave up a long time ago
Trying to find love
TV told me it was like the movies
But it never was
And I couldn't beat it or join it
So, I just avoided it
Come what may
Then you came
The lyrics hit more deeply than you expected them to, and the embarrassment of what he was doing seemed to melt away.
And I wanna hold you in my arms
I wanna let you break my heart
I wanna feel the way it feels to make you stay
And I know you'll bring me to my knees
I know you're way out of my league
I know I can't afford the price I'm gonna pay
But I want you anyway
Leon wasâŠdoing the stereotypical grand romantic gestureâthe kind a male lead would make at the very end of a romance movie to profess his love for the female lead. Because of course he would. Leon never did anything halfway; it was go big or go home, as far as he was concerned.
As the music crescendoed, he placed the boombox down in front of himself and went to grab the signs. As though he came straight out of Love Actually, he held up the first one.
IâM SORRY
The second sign read:
I WAS AN IDIOT
At that one, you nodded enthusiastically in agreement, throwing your hands up for good measure.
I WAS SCARED
I DIDNâT WANT TO LET YOU GO
I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE BETTER THIS WAY
IT WASNâT RIGHT AND I KNOW THAT NOW
I MISS YOU
CAN WE TALK?
You contemplated this, turning around as though you might refuse his request. He had embarrassed you after all, and made you question whether he had ever had feelings for you. You didnât want to be completely sucked in by this grandiose gesture without considering all the facts.
Yes, Leon was an idiot, but perhaps he deserved one more chance to prove himself. Turning, you waved him up and watched as he quickly switched off his boombox and pulled one of his katanas fromâŠsomewhere before cutting a portal right up to your balcony.
He stepped out right next to you and quietly handed you the flowers. It was an absolutely gorgeous bouquet with white roses, blue hyacinths, babyâs breath and white tulips. There was some lily of the valley tucked in there as well. The flowers were emanating a lovely, sweet scent that you inhaled deeply.
âDonnie and his girlfriend helped put this together for me. Itâs an apology bouquet,â he quietly explained, then added, âYes, I did finally apologize to her.â
âTheyâre beautiful.â You offered him a small smile.
Leon, whoâd been tense but unwilling to admit that, relaxed a fraction. Relief was etched on his expression as he settled into his default, cocky grin.
âThe white roses are for sincerity, the tulips symbolize forgiveness, and the blue hyacinths areâŠfor peace, which I am hoping to give you.â
You could feel your emotions starting to get the best of you, with the lump forming in your throat and the shaky breath you drew. You did have feelings for him, this much you knew, but he needed to know what heâd done to you before you allowed this to go any further.
âYouâŠhurt me.â You began, trying to keep your voice strong. âI couldnât understand why you pushed me away. I thought youâd be happy for me.â
Leon did have the decency to look very regretful of that fact and set about explaining himself. âI am sorry for that, and I am exceedingly happy for you.â He took a deep breath then. âI didnât want things to change, and I did not handle myself well when you announced you were leaving. This does not excuse my actions; it was wrong of me, and you did not deserve that.â
You listened to his words and felt the beginnings of acceptance, forgiveness, and understanding forming within you. âYou pushed me away before I could leave you.â
ââŠand,â he added softly. âI didnât want to stand in the way of your dreams. The longer you stayed, the harder it wouldâve been to let you go.â
The heaviness youâd been carrying since starting the job seemed to dissipate in that moment. This was what youâd been waiting to hear: a genuine apology. Leon showing some real vulnerability and admitting he was an idiot sat very well with you. More than that, he was pouring his heart out, laying everything he had on the line. This was the real Leon, and the latent feelings youâd held at bay for him came flooding back.
âYouâre forgiven.â You laughed softly at his immediate look of surprise, âThat was a pretty damn good apology.â
It looked as though his entire body sagged with relief, and he stepped closer to you with a shaky huff of a laugh. âPermission to hug?â
âGranted.â You placed the flowers on a small patio table, opened your arms and, subsequently, your heart, to the possibility of something more with him.
Leon gently pulled you inâhis strong arms sliding around you as he tucked his face into your neck. You felt him breathing you in with a shaky exhale, then tightening his embrace a little. âI missed you so much, queridaâŠâ
It was almost funny how quickly you relaxedâthe comforting familiarity of him washing over you like a warm blanket fresh from the dryer. You both lingered for a long moment. It was more than just a simple hug; it was a moment of healing for both of you.
âI missed you tooâŠLeon.â You murmured against his shoulder before pulling back a little to look at him. He was content to keep his arms around you in a relaxed embrace, his expression soft and contemplative as he smiled.
âNice to finally hear my name on your lips.â There was a bit of his usual cockiness as he rubbed his hand up and down your back.
Leon was not going to presume you were going to invite him in after all of that. He was committed to giving you peace and all the space you needed to. Regretfully, he released you, his hands finding your shoulders instead as he spoke.
âSoâŠnow you know. The rest is up to you.â
Slowly, he leaned in, just enough to kiss you but not enough to close the gap. âIâm happy to have you in my life again, hermosa. Enjoy the rest of your evening.â His lips finally made contact against your cheek before he stepped back completely to allow you the freedom to go back inside.
âWhat changed?â You had questions and expected honest answers; he did owe you that much.
âMe, I changed. I knew what you thought of me and my âlifestyle choicesâ.â There was no bite to his words, regret possibly for how he used to act around you, but that was it.
Your face grew hot as you were unable to defend yourself or argue back at him. You had thought of him as, well, a fuck-boy, a player by nature. Everything in your life had told you that people didnât change, so youâd nearly written him off as a potential romantic partner.
But then he had shown you, in small ways, that he was capable of change. The fact that he was present, pouring his heart out to you in the most honest display of affection youâd ever seen, was proof of that.
He took your silence as a means to continue. ââŠAnd I began to care for youâŠas time went on, I realized I didnât want to be that guy anymore. I wanted to commit to one person and one person onlyâŠand I wanted that person to be you.â
You appreciated his honesty on the matter as you felt yourself melt inwardly. Finally, after all this time, he was learning; the small changes youâd noticed had all been leading up to this one moment. All of it depended on you, and the choice was clear: instead of heeding his suggestion, you found yourself saying, âThen thereâs just one problemâŠyou missed.â
Catching on immediately, Leon finally graced you with his signature smirk as he stepped in close. âQuerida, I never missâŠIââ
Cutting him off, you stepped forward, chest brushing against his and arms circling his neck as your heart skipped a beat before you brushed your lips against his in a simple, gentle kiss.
âYou did,â you whispered, something you were not sure he heard with his hitching breath. Although from the arms that quickly slid around you, it was clear he got the message.
And he was all in. The next kiss that was initiated by him stole your breath away. You felt his hand tangling itself in your hair while he made a sound of absolute satisfaction. One kiss became many as he slowly coaxed you into opening your mouth for him. His tongue was just as demanding as the rest of him, drawing out a soft moan from you.
By the time you pulled away, both were breathing just a little more heavily. His blue eyes were nearly black with need as he offered a light chuckle.
âWould you like to come in?â you asked abruptly, going for your sliding door and pulling it open.
âI thought youâd never ask mi vida.â He said while gently guiding you in.
You uttered a nervous laugh as you closed the door behind the two of you. Now what? Did you both just get right down to it? Leon seemed to sense your hesitancy and gathered you close to place a soft kiss upon your lips.
âNo need to rush into anything.â He kissed your forehead next, and you felt the tension lifting off of your shoulders as though it was never there. âWhat were you doing before my epic interruption?â
âPromise you wonât laugh?â
âNever.â He gave you a dramatic gasp as though the very idea offended him. âWhat kind of boyfriend do you take me for?â
âWatching this.â You smirked while clicking on the cheesy romance movie you had on earlier.
It was amusing how fast Leon had migrated over to your couch, excitedly pulling on his tie to loosen it. âThis is one of my favourites!â
 This time, you laughed, following him over. âWell then, by all means, please join me.â You eyed him again in his swanky getup and raised your eyebrows. âArenât you a bit overdressed?â
âWorking on it, querida.â The tie was off and tossed to the ground along with his suit jacket. Then he began unbuttoning the shirt underneath, and your mouth went dry.
Was heâŠgoing to strip naked right then and there? You couldnât say you werenât intrigued by what lay beneath, but heâd just saidâ
âThere were go.â With the shirt off, he revealed a white tank top underneath, and with the removal of his pants, you saw the most ridiculous pair of boxers in your life.
They were black, dotted with⊠little tiny cucumbers, and the word âfreshâ scattered all around, but what drew your gaze in completely was the one big cucumber right on the crotch, styled in quite a suggestive way.
âLeonâŠthoseâŠâ you snorted, trying hard not to laugh. âThose areâŠâ You couldnât help yourself; the hilarity of his underwear had you bursting out with peals of laughter. âTheyâre so stupid!â You squeaked, your voice pitched higher from how funny it was.
Leon stood proudly, a smile on his face, as he watched you collapse onto your couch in breathless joy. The kind that could only come from a good laugh. He sat down next to you and gently gathered you close.
âI knew youâd like âem.â
Of course, he planned to wear those. You suspected it was a way to ease any awkwardness and/or nerves between the two of you, and it worked. You cuddled up close, throwing a blanket over both of you to stay cozy as the movie played.
Somewhere near the endâthe final scene where the two main characters were deep in their dramatic confession of loveâyou glanced up at him, his features calm for once, and you couldnât help but trace your fingers along his strong jaw.
He melted a little under your touch and arched his neck a little, hoping youâll transform your touch to a chin scratch. You were rewarded with a happy rumble as you gave him some skritches there. His arms wrapped around you a little more tightly as he planted a kiss at the corner of your mouth in appreciation.
That wouldnât do; you wanted a proper kiss. As he turned toward the TV again, you cupped his cheek, guiding him back to your waiting lips. That simple kiss, initiated by you, quickly turned into a heavy makeout session initiated by him.
How had you ended up in his lap? When had you become so embarrassingly turned on? You heard him groan into your mouth, pulling you in more, your hips flush with his as he slid a hand down to squeeze your ass.
That one move elicited a moan of surprise on your part, but you didnât tell him to stop. If anything, your touches became a little bolder, and you used your hands to explore his unique physique.
He rumbled in appreciation, pulling his mouth away to scatter hot kisses against your neck while also taking in your scent with a deep inhale.
âYou are so soft and sweet, mi amorâŠâ he added a few more kisses before he husked, âand I can smell how much you want thisâŠâ
Your cheeks turned pink as you buried your face into the spot between his neck and shoulder. Of course, heâd be able to smell that, and you did want thisâŠbadly, in fact. Youâd wanted him for much longer than you cared to admit.
Still, he needed to hear you say it.
âQuerida? Still with me?â he asked softly, pausing his movements while he kissed the side of your head. âShould we stop?â
âNo,â you replied softly, lifting your head to meet his somewhat concerned expression. âI want thisâŠI want you, and Iâve waited long enough to have you.â
There was pure admiration in his gaze as he kissed you softly, his hands beginning to wander again, this time, sliding under your shirt to find hidden skin to explore.
âThen youâll have me, and anything your heart could possibly desire, and then some.â The smirk he was giving you revealed so much more than he was willing to provide. âPermission to make you feelâŠincredible?â
The suggestive intonation from his voice alone was enough to make you shiver as you nodded, but you still needed to give him some snark. âBig talk from the man who couldnât even pick out his own ties.â
Leon paused, his expression serious as he requested this of you, âSay your name.â
You spoke your name aloud to him, a bit unsure as to where this was going.
âSay it one more time.â
Squinting, you did as he asked, but a little slower this time.
âGood. I want you to know thatâs the last time youâre gonna remember how to say it. Because after Iâm through with you? My name is going to be the only thing you remember how to say.â
He chuckled darkly at your shocked expression, standing while scooping you up at the same time. âTrust me, hermosaâŠâ
âOkay, that was pretty goodâŠâ Your face was aflame as he carried you down the hall as though you weighed nothing and laid you down, gently, of course. His look was almost predatory as he took his time crawling over you, bending to kiss you deeply first before sitting up and sliding his way back to slide your shirt up and kiss the area just above your waistband.
âIn order to make my point, these are going to need to come offâŠâ he looked up at you to see you nod in the affirmative, still blushing, but eager to see if his claims were true.
âYes, you seem so sure of yourself, Mr. Iâm-always-right.â Your teasing him was helping to tamp down your nervousness. It had been a very long time since youâd had a man pleasure you in this manner, and although you did trust Leon to take care of you, it was still slightly difficult to ignore those insecure thoughts of yours.
Leon was already sliding your pyjama shorts off, along with your underwear, as he grinned. âOh, my sweet, little chiquita, this is something I pride myself on and just look at youâŠâ He gently spread your legs, opening you to him, âAll laid out like my favourite dessert.â
âYeahâŠ?â Still feeling the need to challenge him, you huffed, âIt takes me a long time to cum like this, just saying, you might have your work cut out for you.â
You watched as he settled into his front, hooking your legs over his shoulders and placing his hands on your thighs. âBet Iâll have you screaming in five minutes or less.â
You trembled a little, trying to keep your voice steady. âYouâre onâŠâ You glanced at the clock quickly, noting the time as Leon pressed kisses on your inner thighs.
Then he dove in completely, and you gasped. His hot tongue began circling your clit, just carefully at first, taking in your scent, your taste, everything about this most intimate part of your body.
âYou taste even better than I imagined.â He murmured, going back to your center, licking and circling relentlessly while you groaned in pleasure.
âFuckâŠâ You had a feeling you were going to lose this bet. Your thighs were already beginning to tremble, and you gently bit your lip in an effort to keep yourself from whimpering.
He rumbled a soft laugh against your sensitive folds as he brought one of his hands down to caress your opening while his tongue continued its assault on your clit. âMay I?â he whispered, his finger poised to enter you.
âYesâŠpleaseâŠâ you managed, completely trusting him to be gentle with you.
He slid his finger inside of you slowly. âGood girlâŠâ He hooked it to find that sensitive patch within that made you gasp. With both his tongue and his finger working in tandem, you were rocketing toward your release and trying to clamp your thighs around his head.
You were openly whimpering now, gripping the sheets of your bed and shoving your tank top down to grab your breast and brush your fingertips over your nipples. âPlease⊠please⊠Leon⊠Iâm so closeâŠâ You were breathing faster now, wound so tightly, your release was imminent.
His tongue had found the exact spot on your clit to drive you past the point of no return. Heâd also managed to insert a second finger inside of you, stretching you a bit for what came next. âCum for me, queridaâŠscreamâŠâ
Moments later, you were crashing over the precipice with one of the most intense orgasms of your life. You came loudly, unashamed and uncaring of anyone who could possibly hear you, while every muscle in your body tensed and jerked uncontrollably.
Leon lifted his head, looking as smug as he could possibly be while caressing your thighs. âSpeechless, mi amor?â
Glancing at the clock, you could see it just hit the five-minute mark, and you groaned, âluckyâŠshotâŠâ Your breath was still returning to normal as you felt all warm and relaxed, your clit still tingling slightly.
He wiped his mouth with a light chuckle before sitting up completely to cast his gaze upon you. âYou are absolutely gorgeous, mi vidaâŠespecially like this.â The sight of your body, flushed pink from your recent orgasm, had already caused him to drop, and his erection strained against the fabric.
You watched as he slipped his tank top off and then placed his thumbs into the waistband of those comical boxers, smirking at you. âWould you like to do the honours?â
Having gained back some of your energy, you nodded, curious as all hell to see what he was packing. Although youâd seen him in some âquestionableâ situations with little to no clothing on, youâd never actually seen his cock. At a glance, you could see that the outline of him was significantly featured against the adjacent cucumber printed on the front of his boxers. He was above average, not surprising since he was a mutant turtleman. Those mutant genes had made him very well-endowed.
Softly, you traced the length of him through the fabric of his underwear and saw him trying to repress his shudder.
âSo, this is what youâve been hidingâŠâ You murmured, pulling the waistband forward a little and then sliding his underwear down and off.
Now, that was a sight to see. His cock curved upward from a slit located at the base of his tail. Youâd seen his tail beforeâhis tail and his ass in one of his more ridiculous clothing mishaps. He usually kept it hidden under his clothes, but you could now see that it also housed this. Turtle/human anatomy was fascinating.
The cock itself was a deep purple from the spade-shaped tip to the base as it faded into the green of his skin. It also seemed to have its own natural slick and tapered beautifully into the slit in his tail. Lucky for you, because there was no way he was getting all of this inside of you at once.
âImpressed?â he teased. âEvery inch is for you.â
You gave him an experimental stroke, wrapping your hand around him to see that your thumb and forefinger were able to just meet. Instead of offering a clever retort, you were stuck on the sheer size of him. âIâŠwow, actually, yeahâŠâ
He groaned softly while you touched him, familiarizing yourself with his length.
âAll for youâŠâ He breathed. âI canât wait to be inside of youâŠâ
All of a sudden, you were struck with a sudden thought as you stopped, his cock still in your hand, as you looked up at him with your expression being slightly worried. âLeonâŠ? What aboutâŠprotection and pregnancy prevention?â
âHuh?â For a moment, he had difficulty processing what you just asked, the pieces slowly falling into place as he noticed how serious you looked. His lust-filled gaze lifted as he gently removed your hand and moved to sit next to you.
âCariñaâŠI would never put you at risk for anything like that. One of the perks of being a mutant is that nothing sticksâno human illnesses or STIâs to worry about, and next, we likely arenât capable of fathering children. I know none of my brothers have been able to achieve it with their girlfriends, and theyâve been together for a lot longer.â He paused with a slight smirk, âand in case you havenât noticed, there arenât any little meâs running around either.â
You nodded, digesting the information as you leaned into his embrace. âThank you for being honest about it.â He waited while you cuddled in, mentally sorting through your options, and it wasnât long before youâd made your decision. It took a lot of trust to let someone in like this, and you felt the very essence of comfort and safety in his arms. âThatâs good enough for me.â
 He kissed your brow with a contented hum, silently thanking the powers that may be. âI can be more careful if youâre worried, I can get condoms or pull out instead ofâ.â
âNo, I want you toâŠâ You said, stroking him gently again.
âWantâŠme to what?â He was finding himself getting distracted by your touch again as he exhaled sharply.
âToâŠto cum inside of meâŠâ you whispered, blushing again.
The look he gave you then, as he cupped your face and kissed you, was one of pure admiration and love. It warmed your heart and made your stomach flip deliciously.
âYour wish is my command, cariñaâŠâ he kissed you again more deeply as he gathered you onto his lap before leaning back against the collection of pillows and the headboard of your bed. His hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, and squeezing as he practically devoured your mouth. Using his strength, he lifted you slightly just enough that you were hovering right above his cock.
âTell me if anything hurts?â he requested, sensing a slight case of nerves on your part. âIf you want to stop at any time, just say the word. Any. Time. Doesnât matter if Iâm âballs deepâ inside of you, if you want to stop, weâll stop.â
You were slightly nervous, but very relieved with how serious he seemed about consent. Underneath it all, there was the thrill of excitement, too. You smiled, giving him a nod. âI will. Go slow.â
Leon slid one of his hands down to your center, circling your clit while he lined himself up with your entrance. âRelax for me, queridaâŠdonât think, just let yourself feel.â
You nodded, hands tight on his shoulders as you carefully lowered yourself down. The tip of him breached your entrance, pulling a soft gasp from your lips. So far, so good, feeling a little more confident, you sank down further and felt the stretch. Wincing slightly, you paused.
His gentle encouragement was right there, helping you along. âRelaxâŠI got youâŠyou donât have to take all of me at once.â He could see you were trembling, your thighs quivering as you breathed.
âOkayâŠIâm okayâŠâ slowly, you took a little more of him, moaning softly while his thumb worked, sending small sparks of pleasure to help further relax your inner muscles.
âThatâs itâŠmi amorâŠyou are doing so well, taking me so wellâŠâ he groaned something about how tight you felt, and how incredible you felt around his cock.
As the pain from the stretch dissipated, you felt him nearly bottom out inside of you and gained a sense of pride. âI did itâŠâ You leaned to kiss him as you shifted slightly on his lap, his cock buried deep as if it belonged there.
Your turtle lover moaned into the kiss, finding your hips and working them into a slow grind. âDo you know how incredible you are? Iâm going to make you feel so good, queridaâŠâ
Just the slow, tentative hip movements had you making soft sounds of appreciation. You rolled your hips with his, relishing the shallow thrusts until you felt the need for more.
âSo goodâŠâ You moaned. âLeonâŠyou can go a little fasterâŠâ
His grin was positively sinful as he husked, âIf my queen wants more, who am I to deny her?â
His next thrust was deep enough to elicit a cry of surprise from you, as you dug your nails into the tough skin of his shoulders.
âToo much?â he asked, gauging your reaction.
âNoâŠkeep going!â you wiggled your hips impatiently, hearing him laugh softly.
âBetter hold on tight, queridaâŠâ Leon began a series of powerful thrusts, harder and deeper than anything youâd ever felt from a man. It was almost life-changing; you never knew sex could feel like this.
Your cries became louder, your grip on him tightening as your entire body grew warmer and your thighs began to shake.
âFuuuckâŠâ you gasped, your breath quickening. This was happening faster than you wouldâve liked. You were dangerously close to another orgasm, but you didnât want this to be over yet.
Leon seemed to agree, driving you down onto his cock was deeply enjoyable, he loved the way your breasts bounced and leaned to capture one of your nipples, sucking it with a very slight pinch of his teeth.
âShit, LeonâŠIâmâŠ!â
He released it with a slight pop. âYeah, babyâŠ?â he sounded a bit breathless while maintaining his rhythm. âI donât want you to cum yetâŠnot yetâŠâ
It was seconds later that he was changing the position, lying you back on the bed while swiftly throwing your legs over his shoulders and kneeling with his hands on your thighs. âGonna fuck you like this, watch you cum beautifully for me, just like thisâŠâ
He began again, driving into you impossibly deeper, watching with a dark-lidded gaze as you fisted the sheets, moaning with abandon.
The way his unique cock was kissing the most intimate parts of you, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves within and hitting it over and over, was indescribable to say the least.
You were crying out with each thrust now, your body flushed and trembling. Release was imminent, and every muscle in your body was beginning to tense.
âI can feel you, queridaâŠI know youâre closeâŠcum on my cock, babyâŠlet me see how beautiful you lookâŠâ Just then, he brought his thumb back to your clit again, rubbing it in quick circles to tip you over the edge completely.
Your vision grew white as you screamed his name. You arched right off the mattress, your legs shaking as you rode out waves upon waves of pleasure. Your inner muscles had clamped down on him like a vice, and Leon growled, thrusting hard.
âThatâs it, mi amorâŠnow Iâm going to fill you upâŠshow everyone that youâre mineâŠbeautifulâŠperfectâŠmineâŠâ
Leon came with a groan you could feel, the warmth of his release filling the depths of your inner workings, making you gasp softly. He delivered a few more weak thrusts, keeping all that essence as deep as it could go before he sagged, collapsing on his forearms.
Both of you took a moment to breathe with you laughing softly and he with a stupidly smug grin on his face.
âSoâŠhow would you rate your experience? Amazing? Incredible? Outstanding?â he waggled his eye-ridges teasingly, making you laugh more.
âNot humble at all.â You snorted. âI would say that wasâŠadequate.â You smirked as he scoffed in mock offence.
âAdequate? Cariña, if this wasnât up to your standardsâŠâ he bent his head to speak directly in your ear. âIâll just have to try even harder to fuck you next time.â
His deep husk and lascivious words made you shiver, and you gave an involuntary squeeze on his softening length, slowly retreating from your body.
He hissed softly, moving to kiss you. âYou like that kind of talk, Iâll keep that in mind.â He looked like heâd just discovered something that was both fun and illegal, clearly planning out your next encounter as he pulled out of you.
âBreathtaking,â you said finally, as he gathered you close, neither of you paying any mind to the mess between your legs yet. âI canât put it into words, actually, it was the best sex Iâve ever hadâŠâ But you were sure he had, and the thought made you kind of sad, how so many women before you had experienced this exact moment.
Leon had paused, his features becoming concerned as youâd gone quiet and contemplative after that.
âThen why do you look sad, hermosa?â he cupped your cheek, gently turning your face toward his.
âItâsâŠnothing. Itâs silly,â you said, averting your gaze.
âTalk to me, tell me whatâs happening in that pretty little head of yours.â
 Blowing out a breath, you did turn to look at him. âIâm justâŠthinking about how Iâm not the first, third or even the fifth woman to experience this with you. Iâve had other partners too, but none that could ever compare to you.â
The next words were left unspoken, but Leon knew what you meant. You believed that you werenât anything special; there had been plenty of other women whoâd been in this exact position with him. Reacted like you, made the same sounds as you, and likely said the same things as you. What made you stand out? Why did he pick you?
âQueridaâŠâ he spoke softly, reverently as he ran his knuckles down the side of your face. âYes, Iâve had quite a few partnersâŠand I canât say every one of those encounters was meaningless, but ever since you came into my life, I knew you were special and it was all I could do to distract myself. I knew you werenât interested. I thought my feelings of infatuation would fade either by taking other partners or just being content with having you as my friend and assistant.â
âBut that changed,â you said, running your thumb along the edge of one of the red crescent markings framing his face. âIt was the elevator, wasnât it?
âYeahâŠit was the day that I realized I might be falling in love with you.â The words were said softly and honestly, him maintaining eye contact while he stroked your hair.
Your heart skipped a beat, hammering in your chest as you felt the warmth of his confession deep within your soul. You held strong feelings for him as well, but did not feel ready to declare your love for him in return just yet.
Luckily, he seemed nonplussed by your lack of a response and kept going. âBut I knew I wasnât ready, I needed to make some changes, starting with myself. I thought perhaps I could give you a better job within the company, a better position where I was no longer your superior.â He chuckled softly, âbut you, the clever woman you are, solved that issue yourself, and I was just too stupid at the time to see that.â
You clicked your tongue, tsking at him playfully. âYes, you were, you may be an idiot, but youâre my idiot.â
He snorted softly, smiling as he continued, âI thought Iâd completely blown my chances with you. Don was the one to convince me otherwise; now I owe him one.â He laughed ruefully.
âDonât make him wait,â you said. âI think I might need to offer my own thoughts and appreciation.â
Leon gathered you close again, kissing your forehead and sliding his hand down the curve of your back. âI chose you because youâre smart, strong, and you challenge me in ways I never thought possible. No one else could call me out on my bullshit as you do. In my time as your boss, I know I asked more of you than I shouldâve, it was selfish, and I vow never to take advantage of you like that again for as long as I have you.â
You were not going to cry, damn him; still, your voice was a little shaky and thick as you tried to form a response. âIn the beginning, IâŠprobably wouldnât have thought I could go off on my own to get a career. It wasnât until I started working with you that I realized I was meant for so much more. It also meant that I would need to separate myself from you, and I thought it would be a clean break; weâd wish each other well, and that would be it. Then we had to get stuck in that damn elevator together.â You laughed softly. âAnd then you made me fall for you, taking care of me when I was sick? Making sure I didnât make the mistake of being with that guy at the conference? I knew you were jealous, and I was going to follow through anyway, and then I couldnât, and you werenât going to follow through with that woman either.â
âNo,â he admitted. âIt was already too late for me at that point.â
âI realized you were changing, but at that point it was too late, Iâd had my interview and gotten the job.â You almost sounded regretful, and Leon was not about to let you think like that.
âCariña, donât you see? Everything happened as it should. You had to take that job, and I needed to let you go so you could chase your dreams. I am so proud of you for going after what you wanted, and once I got out of my head, I wanted to be everything you needed, even if it meant supporting you as a friend. I stand here as a lucky man, grateful to have been given another chance with you.â
This time, you couldnât suppress the light sob building up in your chest with the onslaught of emotions you were feeling and buried your face in his neck while hugging him as tightly as you could.
I love you.
It was unspoken, but it was there, and he felt it deep within his soul. No matter the hardships heâd endured, the trauma of saving the world, or the difficulty of integrating himself and his brothers into regular society, heâd gladly do it all again if it meant being led to you. You, a positive force of nature, spreading your light and warmth wherever you went. Having you be the one to hold his heart was by far one of the best decisions he could have ever made.
He felt your love in your actions, your voice, and the way you carried yourself a little higher, with all the confidence you possessed, when he told you how wonderful you were.
Yes, Leon had been the death of you, but in such a way that actually meant youâd been reborn, now a stronger, more capable, and confident version of yourself, ready to take on the world with him by your side.
There was nothing the two of you could not handle. Youâd be a power couple by default, but a loving and supportive one by nature. Logic dictated that, throughout their lives, most people remained who they were, and yet Leon was solid proof that change was possible. All it had taken was a little push, and youâd been more than willing to shove him in the right direction. Youâd challenged him to confront his flaws and softened him into someone he could truly be proud of. In return, he was going to love you for the rest of his days, and you were committed to loving him fully and completely.
This was how your story of finding romantic love had come to be, not the end but the beginning of something beautiful.
Bayverse!Mikey Headcanons, but once again, I try to psychoanalyze everything.
Pairing: Mikey x female reader
Warning: Mentions of ADHD, mentions of sexual assault/rape, slight emotional dependency, slight NSFW
Dating Mikey is a special case.
Canonically, he has ADHD. His mind is a constant whirlwind of ideas, movement, impulses, and words. But when it comes to you⊠God. He does everything in his power to focus. To center all his attention on every word you say, every gesture you make, every little expression that flickers across your face.
Because even though his brain is always racing, even though his energy seems endless, thereâs one certainty that keeps him grounded: you.
And Mikey⊠Mikey is flirty.
Itâs not that he tries to beâitâs just who he is. Itâs in his blood, in the way he moves, in the way compliments slip from his lips so naturally, itâs like he doesnât even think before saying them. He proved it in the first movie when he saw April and blurted out that thing about his shell being tight. So no, heâs not the type to keep quiet when he likes someone. Not at all.
Mikey will make sure you know.
And not in a subtle way.
Heâll tell you with over-the-top words, with lines that sound straight out of a bad rom-com but, coming from him, somehow feel genuine and even adorable. Heâll tell you with cheesy nicknames, with grins so wide they could light up the room, with eyes that sparkle like youâre the moon itself, illuminating his entire world.
And heâs expressive. God, heâs so expressive.
He has no filter. If he thinks you look amazing, heâll say it. If he finds something you did adorable, heâll mention it. If heâs hopelessly in love with you, heâll make sure the entire world knows.
Mikey doesnât love in silence.
He loves loudly, with excited shouts and sudden hugs, with happy jumps and improvised dances right in the middle of the lair. He loves with every fiber of his beingâfearlessly, unapologetically.
And if that means that sometimes his love is too intense, that sometimes itâs a hurricane of words, laughter, and exaggerated gestures⊠well.
Thatâs only because he canât help it. Because youâre his girl. And heâll never let you forget it.
And if he ever hears that yes slip from your lips⊠brace yourself.
Love him the way he loves the world, please. This man has so much love to give. I truly believe heâs incredibly affectionate deep down. But he knows you, and heâs learning to control himself. Still, sometimes⊠sometimes, all that sweetness slips through the cracks.
Because he loves you the way he loves the world.
He loves you the way he loves music.
He loves you the way he loves skateboarding.
Too much sweetness? Eh. I hope you have a taste for sugar.
Mikey is an outpouring of love in its purest form.
Heâs a man who feels too much, who lives too much, who loves too much. But when you enter his life, everything he thought he knew about love suddenly isnât enough anymore.
And if he ever hears a yes from youâif you ever confirm that you love him just as much as he loves youâŠ
Brace yourself.
Because this man falls apart. He melts like ice cream under the summer sun. His heart bursts into a thousand colors, like fireworks lighting up the New Yearâs sky. He hugs you, lifts you off the ground, spins you around, laughs, yells, probably runs off to tell his brothers, then rushes back just to make sure it wasnât a dream.
Please, love him the way he loves the world.
Because Mikey has so much love to giveâmore than his own body can contain. And yes, deep down, heâs overwhelmingly affectionate, though he tries to hold back. Not because he minds being that way, but because he knows you. Because heâs learning to manage his intensity, to not overwhelm you with everything he feels all at once.
But sometimes⊠oh, sometimes he just canât help it.
Because he loves you the way he loves musicâwith passion, with energy, with every cell in his body vibrating in sync with his own rhythm.
He loves you the way he loves skateboardingâwith the thrill of speed, with the adrenaline of knowing that every moment with you is a new trick to master, a new challenge that excites him.
Too much sweetness? Eh⊠youâd better have a sweet tooth. Because this man is a never-ending sugar factory.
And beyond all that, Mikey is an artist.
An underappreciated artist, yes, but an artist nonetheless.
There are probably walls in hidden corners of the sewers covered in his mark, in designs that tell his story. He may not say it out loud, but every stroke, every explosion of color, is a piece of his soul imprinted on concrete.
And if you share his love for body art? God.
If you love the idea of tattoos, or if itâs your first time and you decide you want him to be the one to do it⊠Mikey is going to lose his mind. Heâll squeal with excitement, hug you, and before you even realize it, heâll already be showing you sketches, ideas, and designs he probably drew long before you ever even brought up the topic.
Because deep down, all Mikey wants is to leave his mark on the world.
And if you ever let him leave his mark on youâŠ
Well.
That will only be another sign that his love is eternal.
Being with Mikey is like being on cloud nine.
Because heâs always on cloud nine.
Heâs a dreamer, a free spirit, someone who would rather see life through rose-colored glasses than face the harshness of reality. His mind is always drifting between ideas, jokes, and melodies only he seems to hear.
But donât let his carefree nature fool you.
Mikey isnât stupid. Not even close.
In fact, heâs extremely smart. A genius in his own right. But unlike Donnie, who channels his intellect into science and technology, or Leo, who applies it to strategy, Mikey just⊠doesnât see the need to prove it all the time.
Because being smart also means knowing when to relax.
Sometimes he seems easygoing, like nothing can truly affect him. But when it comes to you⊠when it comes to protecting youâŠ
Everything changes.
Because Mikey is protective. Extremely protective.
He knows where he stands.
He knows he lives in a world where people like him shouldnât exist. Where villains lurk in every shadowed corner of the city, where darkness hides dangers most people donât even realize are there.
Because every time he goes out on patrol, he sees firsthand just how cruel the world can be.
And itâs not his fault that heâd rather stay in the clouds than face that reality.
But then, thereâs you.
You are his anchor. His connection to the real world.
Because when things get bad, when the city feels darker than usual, when reality weighs too heavy on his shouldersâŠ
You are the one who reminds him why he keeps fighting.
Why he keeps patrolling.
Because every time he faces danger, itâs not just out of duty. Itâs not just because heâs a hero.
Itâs because he wants to make this worldâthis cityâa better place. For you.
And on the nights when he comes back to the lair after seeing the worst the city has to offerâthe fights, the crimes, the people sufferingâhe stays up, restless.
And he asks Donnie.
âWhy is there so much bad in the streets, bro?â
For once, his voice is serious. His gaze, shadowed.
Because, even if he doesnât always show it, deep down, heâs still a kid who wants to believe the world can be good. That people can be better.
And until that happensâŠ
Heâll keep fighting.
For the city.
For his family.
For you.
But on nights like thisâŠ
On nights like this, reality seeps through the cracks of his optimism.
And it drowns him.
Knock, knock, knock.
At first, his persistence doesnât surprise you. Mikey always knocks on your window with energy, his impatience buzzing in every tap.
But this time, itâs different.
Thereâs something in the rhythm, in the desperation of his knuckles against the glass.
Something that sends a chill down your spine.
When you rush to open it, you barely have time to react before he pulls you into his arms.
And Mikey has always been physical, always been drawn to touch.
But this isnât his usual enthusiastic hug.
This one is desperate.
He holds you tightly, as if afraid you might disappear between his arms. Heâs trembling. His breathing is erratic, his chest rising and falling too fast, and when he rests his head against your chest, you realize just how hard his heart is pounding.
Heâs trying to hear yours.
Heâs trying to make sure youâre still alive.
And when he lifts his head, when his blue eyes finally meet yours, you see something in them you rarely ever see.
Fear.
Real fear.
Not the kind he fakes when watching a horror movie just so he can pull you close and laugh. Not the playful fear when Raph threatens to smack him upside the head.
No.
This is deeper.
âMikey⊠what happened?â you ask, your own voice shaking slightly.
He doesnât answer right away.
His lips part, but nothing comes out. He just swallows hard and closes his eyes, as if trying to erase what he saw. As if trying to convince himself it wasnât real.
But it was.
And when he finally speaks, his voice is quiet, unusually serious.
âA patrolâŠâ he starts, but his voice breaks. He runs a shaky hand over his face, inhaling unsteadily before trying again.
âWe were on the rooftops. I⊠I was messing with Raph. You know, the usual.â
He tries to smile, but he canât.
âAnd then I heard it.â
A lump forms in his throat.
âA scream.â
Your body tenses.
Mikey bites his lip.
âI jumped to the next building. I looked around. And thenâŠâ
He pauses.
Clenching his fists.
Clenching his jaw.
Because he doesnât want to say it out loud. He doesnât want to relive it.
But he has to let it out.
âShe had your hair,â he whispers.
A shiver runs down your spine.
âAnd my mindâŠâ he grimaces. âMy mind played tricks on me. I sawâŠâ
He doesnât say it.
He doesnât need to.
Because his eyes, his broken expression, tell you everything you need to know.
For a second, in the darkness of the night, in that filthy alleyway⊠Mikey saw you in her place.
And it felt like his world was ending.
His hands tighten around you, as ifânow that heâs here, now that he can see you, touch youâhe needs to convince himself that youâre safe.
That youâre real.
âMikeyâŠâ you whisper, gently running your hand over his shell, trying to soothe him.
But he just buries his face into the curve of your neck.
Because he knows that, yes, youâre safe now.
But he also knows how cruel the world can be.
Mikey feels too much.
Heâs a storm of emotions trapped inside a shell thatâs too small to contain them all.
And right now, those emotions are spilling over.
Because the thought of losing you, the mere possibility that something could take you away from him, is consuming him.
He would feel⊠betrayed.
Because the world gave him something so beautiful, so bright, so perfectâyou. And then what? Would it just rip you away without a second thought?
No.
He wouldnât let it.
So he buries his head in your hair and takes a deep breath.
Your scent soothes him.
And terrifies him all at once.
Calm, because youâre still here. Because when he wraps his arms around you, you can feel how strong his hold isâlike heâs trying to fuse you to him, like simply letting go could make you disappear.
And terrifying, because⊠what if one day, he couldnât protect you?
His mouth finds the exposed skin of your neck, and he lets out a shaky sigh. Kissesâsoft at first. Slow. As if each one were a silent plea. As if every brush of his lips against your skin was an unspoken promise that he would never let anything happen to you.
And then⊠everything feels hot.
Too hot.
Need consumes him all at once, like a fire burning through everything in its path. His hand grips your waist too tightly, like he needs to make sure youâre real.
And suddenly, thereâs too much clothing.
You feel it too.
But Mikey has never been impatient.
Not with you.
He likes to take his time, to savor every moment, every reaction, every little gasp when his fingers explore your skin. He loves the anticipation, the way your breath quickens as his lips leave a trail of kisses down your abdomen.
Down to your hips.
Down to the soft skin of your inner thighs.
His fingers grip your flesh, holding you in place, and his warm breath brushes against the most sensitive part of your body.
He devours you with the same passion with which he loves the world.
With the same devotion he pours into music, into his art, into the adrenaline of skateboarding.
And tonightâŠ
Tonight, itâs even more intense.
Because he needs to remind himself that youâre still here.
That youâre still in his hands.
Mikey is touch and sweetness.
His fingers trace your skin like heâs sketching in his notebook, like every caress is a precise brushstroke on his favorite masterpiece.
Itâs him who slides the fabric of your shirt down your shoulders, who unclasps your bra with an ease that proves heâs done this far too many times.
But he doesnât rush.
Because he wants to savor every second.
His mouth finds your collarbone first, leaving kisses that are barely there. A whisper of contact that keeps you on edge, that makes your breathing heavier before you even realize it.
And when his lips reach your shoulder blades, when his tongue barely grazes the curve of your back, a sigh escapes your lips.
Mikey pauses.
He takes a second to close his eyes and take it all in.
Your sound.
Your reaction.
The way your body shivers beneath his touch.
And when he opens his eyes again, his chest swells with pride.
Heâs got you.
Heâs got you right here, in his hands, melting like clay molded by his touch.
His arm curls around your waist as he lifts you effortlessly, guiding you toward the bed with the same ease with which heâd take your hand at any other time of the day.
He lays you down gently. With devotion.
And before leaning over you, he presses a kiss to your forehead.
Softly.
Tenderly.
Because Mikey isnât just passion and desire.
Heâs love.
Heâs devotion.
And itâs him who finds your neck again, who bites your skin with the same intensity with which he savors every moment by your side.
He feels it when you arch your back, when you cling to him instinctively.
He feels it when you become completely his.
And then he moves lower.
His warm breath glides over your skin.
His lips carve a slow, maddening path downward.
And in the midst of it allâbetween the kisses and the breathless sighsâhis voice slips into your ear.
Muttering the most ridiculously cheesy lines he can think of.
Because if thereâs something he loves more than this moment, itâs making you laugh.
And when you snort in amusement, when your laughter bubbles from your chest like the sweetest melody, Mikey knows thereâs nowhere else in the world heâd rather be.
