TMNT

I will do my very best @geekgirl24 💙 Sorry it’s a little shorter than my usual drabble.

Warning: La-la-la-la-language and oh the smutty smut, 18+ only kiddies!

“Good. Again!”

You wanted to groan as you moved through the kata for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. When you had asked your boyfriend to train with you, you hadn’t expected him to take it so seriously. You weren’t trying to be a ninja, just wanted to tone some muscle. You could feel your thighs begin to shake, and your arms felt like lead. In your mind, you were calling the handsome turtle every name in the book, inventing a few new ones. However, voicing your complaints would feel cowardly, and you refused to show Leo any weakness.

Leo watched you carefully. Your determined grimace almost made him break from his training face. You were absolutely adorable. He knew you were hating every second of this. As leader, it was his job to draw out every drop of greatness from his team. He knew how to push them beyond their perceived limits, like he was pushing you now. It was just a bonus for him that you were gleaming with sweat in a sports bra and tiny yoga shorts. Damn delicious.

He finally decided that you had been tormented enough for this session and threw a bottle of water to you. You barely caught it, your arms heavy with exhaustion. Perhaps he went too far?

“Hey, you okay?”

Your head whipped up quickly, your smile a little too bright, “Psh, I’m great. Never better.”

He raised a brow ridge. Liar. He had to give you credit for pure stubbornness. Passing you a towel to wipe off, he sat down beside you at the edge of the mat. He admired the pink flush on your face as he removed the wrappings from his calloused hands. A drop of sweat that you missed rolled down your throat, across your chest, and disappeared into your cleavage. He licked his lips.

“Listen, you did really good for your first time. Better than any of us did on our first training session.”

“Leo, you all were children. That’s hardly a compliment.”

You stretched your arms high and arched your back. Leo couldn’t help but zero in on how the move lifted your breasts. He bit his lip as an idea crossed his mind.

“Still, I was hard on you. Let me make it up with a massage?”

He was itching to get his hands on your sweat-slicked skin. His Sensei was meditating in his room, Donnie was working in his lab, and Raph and Mikey were out doing who knows what. He was confident no one would interrupt. Without giving you time to answer, he started rubbing your damp shoulders and neck, digging at the knotted muscles with his thumbs. Your head fell forward with a grateful sigh. Leo moved around behind you, caging you in with his powerful thighs. He slowly worked his way down your spine, pressing soft open mouth kisses to your shoulders and upper back. Once he reached your low back, you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out. You planted your hands on his knees and squeezed. Leaning into his plastron, you rolled your head back onto his shoulder. He kissed your sweaty temple, and tried to ignore the stirring in his loins. You turned your head slightly to kiss along his jaw and damn that stirring was getting harder to ignore. When you turned halfway, pulling his face down to yours, he indulged himself with a long, languid kiss. Your hand slid up his thigh, higher and higher, until the object of your desire was firm in your grasp. Leonardo churred low but pulled back with an admonishing look.

“No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

You smiled like the cat that ate the canary. Sliding off the edge of the training mat, you stood between his knees and worked to undo the fastening of his pants. Leo was struggling to decide whether it was better to give or to receive, while you tugged his pants open and lifted his member from its confines. Once you bent over his hard length, and he felt your hot breath teasing his tip, he decided that giving could wait a bit. Leaning back on his elbows, he widened his legs for you, and settled in to watch.

Holding his gaze, you flattened your tongue against the base of his cock and licked a wet stripe straight up. He churred again as you dipped your mouth over just the tip, swirling your tongue and sucking lightly. Curling your hand tightly around the base, you bobbed your head, taking him deeper with each pass. It was all you could do to relax your throat, to avoid gagging on his ample size.

“Ah fuck,” he groaned, sliding a hand around the back of your head, gently guiding you to take more. He tried to keep his hips still, but couldn’t stop the occasional buck. The hot, moist cavern of your mouth was about to be his undoing. The swipe of your tongue all around the head of his cock, the way you interspersed strong sucking with rapid bobbing, he was quickly losing his tight control.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m about to go,” he warned with a strained voice.

You looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes, looking so wanton with your plush lips wrapped so tightly around him, that he grasped your hair and held you still while he fucked your pretty mouth. You nearly choked on the first spurt of cum, but tried to swallow as much as you could. Leo’s groans were like music to your ears, knowing you could draw such noise from Mr. Total Control was an aphrodisiac in itself. Grabbing the towel he had given you earlier, you began to wipe off the cum that had spilled from your lips and dripped down your chin and neck. When you faced your lover again, he was frozen in place, hands on the pants that were yet unfastened, staring behind you. You slowly turned your head, scared of what you might find.

Donnie was standing, not even three feet away, with an open laptop. “Now that you have a moment, I need to go over-“

“Donnie.”

“the schematics of the-“

“DONNIE!”

The genius paused and pushed his glasses higher on his snout in mild annoyance. “What?”

I most certainly can!

"They're gonna hear us." "Then I guess you better be quiet."

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

It will be my pleasure @nittleboo 🧡

Warning: Language and NSFW content 😉

Mikey couldn’t quite put his finger on the moment he fell in love with you. It could’ve been the day he texted you to complain about having to miss the Knicks game due to gang activity, and you recorded the game on your dvr and ordered pizza to cheer him up. Or maybe the day you agreed to go sewer surfing through the pipes with him and laughed outrageously over getting soaked. Or maybe, it was the night you called him to come over and keep you company because your cat was sick and had to stay overnight at the vet clinic and you were too worried to sleep. You were his confidante, his partner in crime, his best friend. You shared movies, pizza and dirty jokes. It was inevitable, wasn’t it?

He found himself thinking about you far too often. His brothers noticed him daydreaming even more than usual these days, and suspected they knew the reason. You, however, were completely clueless as to his growing feelings for you. Mikey was conflicted on how to handle the situation. If he kept it to himself, he didn’t risk your friendship. But it would slowly drive him crazy. If he confessed, you might reject him, and the thought of that was too painful to consider. Either way, he feared he was headed for a broken heart.

He finally reached his breaking point one warm weekend in July. It was hotter than hell outside, and muggy to boot. There had been a pipeline burst that knocked out the running water in your apartment building and it wouldn’t be fixed till Monday. You had asked to spend the weekend at the lair, and of course, the guys were gracious enough to say yes. Mikey was beside himself. Part of him was ecstatic to get to spend a whole weekend with his crush, and the other part wanted to throw up because, hello, an entire weekend trying to pretend that he wasn’t head over heels for his best friend.

When you arrived with your duffel bag, you were greeted by voices coming from all over lair. Raph lifting weights, Donnie working on the computer, and Leo practicing his katas in the dojo, exactly where you expected them to be. You frowned when you realized you hadn’t heard anything from your orange banded bestie.

“Where’s Mikey?” you looked around quickly, expecting him to jump out and try to scare you.

“Um, his room, I think,” Donnie answered, never looking away from his monitors.

You tossed your bag by the couch and made your way to your favorite turtle’s bedroom. Normally, you’d just waltz right in but today, you paused. This was the first time you had come to stay the night and, if you were being honest, you had nervous butterflies in your belly. Like the stealthy ninja he was, Mikey had managed to sneak into your heart. You had no idea if he would ever see you as anything other than his best friend. You were hoping that the close proximity this weekend would help you figure out what to do.

You raised a hand to knock on the door when it abruptly opened. Mikey blinked in surprise, then grinned broadly. He met your raised fist with his own in an odd fist bump.

“Babycakes! You’re here!”

You couldn’t help but beam back. His smiles always brightened your day.

“Hey Mikester! Are you ready for all the fun we’re going to have?!”

He giggled and you could swear that his cheeks had a touch of pink to them. He grabbed your arm and dragged you back over to the couch, where he produced two controllers and a stack of dvds.

“Games or movies first?”

“Games. I’m going to kick your scaly green ass!”

“Oh you’re on, y/n!”

Playing video games with Mikey was a very active experience. He was not above pushing his opponent and half wrestling to make them lose. An hour of gaming and horseplay later, you were sweaty and ready for a break.

“I’m hot.”

“Yes, you are.”

Your head whipped around so fast, you nearly gave yourself whiplash. Mikey chuckled nervously, “I mean, look how sweaty you are!”

You narrowed your eyes momentarily, then let it go. Mikey wasn’t flirting with you, right?

“You guys ready to eat? I got pizza!” Raph yelled from the kitchen. You knew the drill, you jumped up and raced as fast as your legs could carry you. These fellas could put it away and if you wanted any for yourself, you needed to snatch and grab quickly. Armed with a plate of pizza slices and a can of soda, you planted your butt on the center cushion of the couch. All four turtles joined you around the tv, and Donnie started a movie from the stack on the coffee table. He sat on one side of you, and as per usual, Mikey took the other spot. The movie was cheesier than the pizza but at least it was entertaining. You laughed uproariously at the commentary from Donnie and Leo, and groaned at the burping contest between Raph and Mikey. Towards the end of the movie, you glanced to your left to find a pair of baby blue eyes looking back dreamily.

“Um, can I help you? Why are you staring at me?”

You felt a slight flush and knew that your cheeks were probably pretty pink. Thank goodness it was mostly dark in here. Mikey felt panic rising at being caught staring.

“Uh, I just, um...” he babbled.

“Man, that movie sucked ass.”

Oh thank god, saved by Raph. Mikey breathed a sigh of relief. That was close. Everyone started making their way to bed. Leo gave you a pillow and a blanket before bidding you good night. Mikey stood by the couch awkwardly while you went and changed into your pajamas, a tiny tank and shorts set. “You gonna tuck me in?” you joked. Mikey chuckled and made a big show of tucking the blanket around you.

“Sweet dreams Angelcakes,” he whispered as he leaned over and kissed the top of your head, surprising you both. He quickly straightened and went straight to his room without another word. As soon as he was safely hidden from your view, he collapsed on his bed. Mikey rubbed his hands over his face. He had almost blown it. You had been so absorbed in that terrible movie, he couldn’t stop looking at your beautiful face. The way your eyes lit up when you laughed had made his chest feel warm. He tugged his blanket up and stared at the ceiling. How was he supposed to sleep when you were so close? He tossed and turned for nearly an hour, when he heard his bedroom door creak open.

“Mikey? Are you awake?”

“Y/n?”

“I’m sorry if I woke you, but that couch is really lumpy and uncomfortable. Can I, um, can I sleep in here? With you?”

Mikey froze. “With me?!” he squeaked. Act cool, act cool, he chided himself. “Yeah, sure.”

He scooted over and pulled the covers back for you. You climbed in next to him and pulled the covers up to your chin. The silence was awkward for you both. Mikey felt hot and cold all at once. He was half afraid that he might throw up. You frowned in the darkness. You could feel the shift in Mikey and it worried you. Maybe you misread him earlier?

Mikey took several deep breaths. He was being ridiculous. You two were best friends, you could move past this if his feelings weren’t reciprocated, right? Either way, he was miserable trying to act like nothing has changed. It was time to suck it up and spit it out. He rolled over to his side, facing you, and braced himself for rejection.

“Hey, y/n, there’s something I need to tell you.”

You rolled towards him nervously, “You know you can tell me anything, Mike.”

“Yeah right, of course,” he rubbed his hand over his bald green head. “Look, you are....my best friend. I couldn’t stand it if that ever changed. But...dude, this is hard.....”

You placed a hand over his in encouragement and squeezed. He gulped and tried again.

“I, uh....IthinkI’minlovewithyou.” he winced, and waited for you to break his heart.

Your eyes widened and you swallowed hard. Slowly, so as not to spook him, you scooted closer and placed your hand on his cheek. You touched your forehead to his, and whispered, “I love you too, Mikey.” Then you pressed your lips so softly to his.

It felt like time had stood still for Mikey. His heart pounded faster and faster as you kissed him. His first kiss and you initiated it. You kissed him and you said YOU LOVE HIM. In an instant, you found yourself on your back with an exuberant turtle on top of you. You couldn’t help but giggle as he covered your face in kisses. You grabbed his head to hold him steady and kissed him more firmly this time, and he caught you by surprise when his mouth opened slightly and his tongue licked tentatively against your lips. You opened your mouth and moaned quietly as he wasted no time tangling his tongue with yours. His hips were settled between your thighs and the longer you made out, the more you couldn’t help but notice the impressive bulge pressing against your heat. His hand snaked under your cami and squeezed your waist, then feeling braver, he slid it just under your breast. “Can I touch you?” he breathed. At your eager nod, he cupped the mound and swiped his thumb over your puckered nipple. Pushing your top up, he nuzzled your boob, giggled at the way it jiggled, and decided he needed a taste.

“Holy fuck Mikey!” you whisper-yelled at the first strong suckle. He pulled back to swirl his rather large mutant tongue around the pert nub, then sucked it back in between his teeth for a gentle nip. Turning his head, he lavished the same attention on your other breast, while you tugged your cami the rest of the way over your head. At this, he lifted his head as he held still.

“Um, do you, you know, maybe wanna, you know...”

“This?” you purred, rolling your hips up against his obvious boner.

“YES! Uh, yeah, ya know, yep.”

You can’t help but laugh softly. This was your Mikey, innocently naughty. You raised your knees up and hooked your toes in his shorts, shoving them down. He lifted his hips to help, and you were pleasantly surprised to find he was commando. Once his shorts hit the floor, his hands went straight to your pj bottoms and grabbed the band of the shorts and your panties and pulled them both off, tossing them over his wide shoulders. He sat back on his haunches and admired what he could see of your body in the darkness.

“Hot damn, you’re gorgeous Babycakes.”

Before you could say thank you, your legs were over his shoulders and his snout was nosing at your pussy. You never thought you would experience this with him, not in a million years, and the sight of his shiny green head between your thighs caused a gush of hot liquid to drip out of your core. Mikey noticed immediately and took his fingers and spread your labia to get a closer look. “Smells fucking amazing,” he whispered as he went for his first taste. His tongue flattened against your entrance and oh so slowly swiped up to your clit. He closed his eyes and savored the flavor of your juices on his tongue. Then he attacked like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. You had to bite your fist to hold back your squeals and squeaks. It was sloppy, it was messy, and you were bucking your hips uncontrollably. Everything you would expect from your beloved Mikey.

“Fuuuuuck!” you moaned as your first climax hit with the force of a typhoon. If this was what it was like with him as an amateur, you shivered to think how good he will be with experience. He kept licking as you rode out your release, then lifted his head with a grin, shiny from your juices.

“This. Is. Awesome!”

He sat up and positioned himself at your entrance.

“Is this, you know, still okay?”

When you sat up with him, he feared that you had changed your mind. He wasn’t expecting you to grab his shoulders and push him down to the bed. When you straddled his waist, his face lit up. And when you lifted yourself over his straining cock and pushed down, he lost his breath. Damn, you thought to yourself, he’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with. You took your time easing down, having to take a few breaks to adjust to his size. Once he was all the way in, you began ride. Up and down at a reasonable rhythm for your first time together. Mikey felt like he had died and gone to heaven. You felt so hot and tight, milking his member, and the friction was making him see stars.

“Are you doing okay?” you asked breathlessly. It was hard to read his face in the dark, his expression was either completely blissed out, or wincing in pain.

“Per-mmm-perfect!” he managed, grabbing at your hips to guide you. He began to buck up wildly as he slammed you back down, “I’m gonna cum,” he whined.

“Go ahead, baby,” you panted. But he shook his head vigorously.

“No, you have to-fuck-you gotta cum again f-first!”

He was trying so hard to hold it back, but you felt too good and it was his first time, after all. He made an odd sound, almost like a growl, hips stuttering, then he was thrusting madly as he shot his load deep in your womb.

The only sounds in the room were your harsh breaths as he lay beneath you, chest heaving.

“Y/n. That was so fucking incredible!” his voice rose with each word and you had to shush him before he woke the rest of the lair. “Yeah, Mikey, it was.” you whispered. Everything had changed now and you couldn’t be happier.

“Hey, y/n?”

“Yeah?”

oppps my finger slipped…. many times.. lol

well finally finished this…. Donnie with his guuuurlfriend , Kathrin ( donnies-pop-tart’s OC, from her fanfic Tech Support )

I love this couple, I can’t imagine Donnie with other girls anymore, thanks to her fanfiction,*snort* go and read it~

SHE’S SO CUTE THO. THEY’RE SO CUTE. TOO MUCH CUTE. DO YOU HAVE A PERMIT FOR THIS AMOUNT OF CUTE? Hot damn. But then like, they’re also really super hot? Pfftt, the whole time I was scrolling through I was waiting for him to touch her butt and when he did I practically screamed ‘HALLELUJAH’ and it was great.

47.  "I know we're just friends but you're sitting on my lap and I'm so sorry if I get hard."

I'm an idiot and forgot to put the full prompt so here! For donnie with a gn reader :3

Sjakdkfwlend of this is gonna be FUN!

Rated Steamy?

Oh boyyyyyyy 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

Let’s see how this goes!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Gotta give my boys some love here 🥰

TMNT Headcanons

The boys in a relationship

Leonardo

Compliments 24/7

Like this man will never shut up about how amazing you are

Knows all of your interests and will try certain hobbies of yours out even if he doesn't particularly enjoy them

Loves doing domestic things with you, cooking for the others, cleaning, watching tv etc...

If he's meditating you're usually with him, napping, meditation has never been your thing

(you are trying to teach yourself though)

If you're in the lair reading by yourself you best bet he's lying down next to you to either try and cuddle you or to mindlessly stare at the ceiling until you finish your chapter

Your dates usually consist of dinner (normally your choice) and a movie he hasn't seen before

It's cute watching his face light up in excitement

You'll spend an ungodly amount of time talking about history and he loves to ramble about Japanese folklore

Got cramps? Had a bad day?

Your man is making you tea and offering you one of three things-

Cuddles

Space

Food

He thinks it's cute when you want all three

Always comes to you to talk him down after a fight with his brothers, he always thanks you profusely for listening

Appreciates any advice that you offer and is grateful that you're able to keep him in check

Likes watching the sunset with you

Calls you babe, honey, aisuru, Cheese puff (it's a long story)

Never stops talking about you

Definitely said I love you after watching you cuss out the toaster for burning your bagel

Donatello

Ever met a socially awkward, hopelessly romantic nerd?

Hope you said yes if this man is your boyfriend

Rambles constantly about what a cool person you are

Blushes after every compliment he gives you, especially if you return it

Tries to be assertive when planning dates but always ends up stuttering in a panic

Still finds it hard to believe that you're with him

Very self conscious but he knows you love him

Has your favorite color, flower, song, and bird memorized

Encourages you to be confident in your own intelligence, he knows you're smart and he wants you to embrace that

Will make you watch Star Wars with him

If he's upset about something and doesn't want to talk or think about it you'll purposefully mix up Star Wars and Star Trek

By the time he finishes ranting about the lack of similarities he's forgotten what he was so upset about in the first place

If you're upset he asks you to solve a math problem with him

He knows you can't be angry when you're thinking

STARGAZING

ON THE ROOFTOP OF AN ABANDONED BUILDING

Definitely built a projector to watch movies on something larger than a laptop

Likes to bake with you

I mean it's basically science, right?

Still messes up the lattices on the pies but he does his best every time

The two of you will nap together and often just sit in silence and think

You're very comfortable in each other's presence

You said I love you first and he was so surprised he bit his own tongue

Michaelangelo

Treats you like a romantic partner and his best friend

Will call you a stunning, wonderful angel and batista bomb you into the couch within a thirty second timespan

Never seen a certain movie? Damn, guess you're watching it

Haven't tried a certain food? He's making it for you and unless you ask him reallllly nicely he won't let you assist

Lets you taste everything he makes first and asks your input on things he should add

Consults you on his art pieces

When he needs inspiration you're his muse

Dates are usually game nights at your place, pizza is ordered and way too much sugar is consumed

You both crash from your sugar high and sleep in until 3pm the next day

Tries to teach you how to skateboard

Stops after the first "lesson" because you broke your wrist trying to balance

You decided you'd stick to roller skates

He's not much for reading but he does know all of your favorite books

Just like how you know all of his favorite martial arts movies

Loves it when you encourage him to follow his interests

Is glad that when the two of you fight you're able to keep a level head and are willing to explain what he did wrong instead of letting him assume the worst

Pretty sure the boy has ADHD and since I've got it I know what that feels like and it sucks

Has no idea what you're favorite color is but does know that you love bumblebees and are disappointed that they aren't as soft and fluffy as they look

You both said I love you at the same time after kicking absolute ass in a COD lobby

Totally have a secret handshake

Raphael

Very much plays the facade of the big strong and stoic boyfriend

But behind closed doors he really is a big teddy bear

Always has to be touching you somehow, he likes having you sleep on his plastron when you spend the night so he doesn't worry about squishing you

He loves your confidence and mentions it often

Gets super pumped up when you ask him to teach you some moves

Enjoys quiet moments with you, little pockets of peace in his hectic life

Knows your favorite color, yellow, and favorite soda, grape

Can and will wrestle with you when you have an argument

Loves that you calm him down when he's upset and talk him through what he's feeling

You will stand up for him to anyone

And God help anyone who bad mouths you

Dates are usually watching action movies at the lair when you have it to yourselves, or if you have the chance to watch them at your place

Tries every new food you throw at him, man's has a caloric intake of five horses

And food in the fridge that isn't labeled will be gone if he finds it

Steals your sweaters whenever you leave the state for vacations or holidays

Will miss you loads while you're away and text you often to make sure you're safe

Said I love you first like it was nothing then vibrated into the next dimension when you said it back

Calls you babes, Nugget, shorty

I had a lot of fun writing this, made me all smiley and shit 🥰

Hope you enjoy!

Embarrassing sexcapades for our boys? @tmntspidergirl, challenge accepted. Let’s do one story for each. 😈 (Btw, being funny irl and writing funny shit are not exclusive to one another. This is my first attempt at writing humor so bare with me. 😩)

Warning: Some language, NSFW

Leonardo

He’s such a dom. The man can’t help it. He likes control, needs to be in charge, absolutely craves the submission. Except.....that one time his girlfriend begged him to let her be in control. How could he deny her when she was giving him THAT look and promising such naughty things? And that was the prelude to the most humiliating night of his life.

So that’s how he found his naked self lying spread eagle, tied down to his bed, while his girlfriend placed a silky blindfold over his eyes. At first, he tensed up. She had basically yeeted him right out of his comfort zone. She began with a leisurely exploration of his body, using her lips, teeth, and tongue. Those little nips and licks were making his heart melt and his cock hard. When she finally gave his member the attention he was seeking, he thought to himself that maybe he should give her the reins more often.

Now being such a control freak, Leo could keep his moans and groans nearly soundless. What he never anticipated was his sweet, loving girlfriend deciding to try wax play without learning anything about it first. He went from the wet warmth of her mouth, to burning candle wax dripping down his length. The scream that ripped from his throat was high pitched and full of pain and regret.

“Motherfucking son of a bitch ass cunt!!!”

His girlfriend panicked and started yelling for help. Suddenly, his bedroom door busted open and Donnie and Mikey pushed through, weapons drawn, to find their eldest brother, their leader, Mr. Honor Boy himself, strapped to his own bed, cock blood red and covered in drying wax. The only sound in the room was uneven breaths, till Mikey pulled out his phone.....click.

Raphael

One summer night, the team had split up for patrol, and Raph was out covering his area when he saw a woman being followed. She was attractive, albeit a bit older than him. He kept his eye on her stalker, waiting for the right moment to strike. He did his heroic duty and stopped the mugging just as it began. The grateful victim had taken one look at the big brute and thrown herself into his arms. She begged him to escort her to her apartment, and once there, she invited him in.

After offering him a drink that he downed rather quickly, she offered further thanks in form of a blow job. Having never experienced one, Raph eagerly agreed. She struggled to get her mouth around his girth but finally got a good rhythm going. Raph’s brain just checked out at this point. Ohshitohshitohshit......Raph.exe has stopped working. Within a couple of minutes of watching her head bob, he was just too excited and felt himself starting to cum too fast to give any warning. The poor woman began choking on the amount shooting out of his massive dick and panicked, he pulled out abruptly, painfully raking the underside on her bottom row of teeth. Unfortunately, that just caused jizz to shoot up her nose and splash into her eyes. Raph had no idea what to do so he started thumping her on the back while she coughed and gagged. Grabbing a throw blanket off the back of her couch, he tried to wipe her face but she just shoved him off.

Raph stood there rather sheepishly, limp dick still dripping, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah, ya alright?” When she didn’t respond, he tried again, “So, uh, can I see y-“

“Get. Out.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Michelangelo

It actually wasn’t too hard securing a girlfriend for this energetic ball of sunshine and pizza grease. A few weeks into the relationship, she began hinting that she was ready to take things to the next level. Heavy make out sessions evolved into dry humping and wandering hands. Eventually, they both agreed they were ready to take the final step.

Mikey showed up at her apartment, looking cool and confident, but feeling hella nervous. She had picked up their usual from their favorite Mexican restaurant. They parked themselves in front of the tv and chowed down on beefy bean burritos with extra jalapeños, a big bowl of queso, and chili relleno. Mikey loves to eat but his nerves had him overeating for comfort. They finished dinner and started a second movie, which is when things took a decidedly more heated turn. Their kisses grew more urgent and hands grabbed and squeezed. Articles of clothing were soon scattered around the floor.

As his girlfriend laid back on the couch and opened her legs in invitation, Mikey felt the first rumbly gurgle in his gut. No way in hell was he stopping now, so he lined himself up at her entrance and pushed in. Overwhelmed at how good it felt, he only hesitated for a moment before he was rutting into her with everything he had. Unfortunately, that was also the moment his digestive system protested his spicy, bean filled meal.

Every thrust was punctuated by a loud, obnoxious fart. Once he got started, he couldn’t stop. Her gasps and moans turned into coughs and “Dear god, Michelangelo” as the foul odor permeated the room. “I’m (fart) so (fart) sorry!” It didn’t take but a few minutes for him to reach his climax, but the pleasure was short lived as a cramp seized his stomach. He jumped up and ran for the bathroom as she managed to get herself over to the window, opening it and sticking her head out for fresh air.

Luckily for him, she half blamed herself for getting Mexican food in the first place. He did make it up to her.....once he could finally leave the toilet.

Donatello

Being a nerdy genius had its benefits....like attracting the attention of a pretty grad student. After bonding over espresso and microbiology, Donnie jumped at the chance to check out the labs at her university. They snuck in just after midnight, once Don had disarmed the alarm and turned off the security cameras. He should have been more observant when she met up with him wearing a tight top and a short skirt, but he was so excited to check out the lab equipment, he failed to realize that he was being set up for seduction.

The door to the laboratory was no problem for his lock picking skills and they were inside in no time. Donnie’s mouth gaped at all the microscopes and beakers. He perused the posters on the walls, the books, the equipment, everything but the woman who was waiting impatiently for him to examine her more closely. When it became apparent that he had no clue what she was really about, she decided to take drastic measures. Pulling her shirt over her head, she tossed it over the microscope he was peering through. Frowning, he pulled back just in time for her bra to land next. Donnie froze, eyes wide, brain working overtime to access the situation. Suddenly, the details he had pushed aside as unimportant came to the forefront: her attire, the way she had been brushing by and touching him over and over, the flirty way she batted her eyes when he was nerding out over the Centrifuge 5910 R. Holy fuck.

Imagine stumbling into the turtle’s lives by pure accident, falling from a fire escape and landing right into their arms. They’re expecting you to be shocked or scared or something…but you’re barely even phased at the sight of the giant turtles standing in front of you.

Why?

“Well, I’ve seen at least one of you over the years…like, a lot.”

Leonardo is stunned.

Stupidly, obviously stunned. Always so proud of his ninja training, he takes great pleasure in being the “unseen.” Just a shadow in a darkened alley, a swift blur in the corner of a stranger’s eye, a stolen sight that one might brush away as mere imagination and nothing more. So knowing that you’ve caught them numerous times is, well, a little embarrassing for him.

Okay, it’s more like a lot.

“Who have you seen?” He asks quietly.

“Well,” you said as you carefully gathered the books and papers that had spilled from your bag, “I’m actually pretty sure it was you. I’ve seen you running over the rooftops a lot and I remember your swords.”

And now it was just plain humiliating. Raph scoffed in utter delight, already coming up with a million and one smug remarks to make, and he could see Donnie and Mikey sharing smiles. All the times he’d scolded his brothers about being more careful, warning them to avoid being seen, were now coming back to haunt him. Oh, he was never going to hear the end of this, he just knew it! They would be bringing this up for years and years.

Leonardo looked away from his brothers and back towards you, watching as you carefully inspected your phone for chips and cracks.

“If it’s damaged, I can fix that,” Donnie said helpfully.

“I think it’s okay…” you replied, “But thank you. And thanks for catching me before I, you know, fell to my death.”

“Uh…anytime.” Leonardo replied, his brain feeling fuzzy from the embarrassment and confusion.

“See you guys around.”

And just like that you were gone, walking off into the city and leaving Leonardo standing with his brothers. At once the teasing he’d already been expecting started up, Raph ragging on him and the other two only joyfully encouraging him, but for once…he didn’t care. Not even when Don joked about telling Splinter, not when Raph told him he ought to train more. Instead he watched you walk away and wondered when he might see you again.

Perhaps next time he was running across the rooftops, he’d stop and say hello…

Donatello isn’t really too surprised.

Statistically speaking, a good number of New Yorkers have seen that turtles from time to time. After all, they’ve been living in the city for all of their twenty-two years and have been active on the surface for eight of those now. There are quite a few humans out there who’ve caught a look at them, leading to stories of some sort of man-eating turtle cryptid living in the city waterways…there are some interesting sites out there.

But math doesn’t lie and you’re not the only one who has seen them…just one of the few who has gotten to actually meet them.

“Really?” Mikey piped up.

“Yeah,” you replied with a shrug. “But it’s not really a big deal or anything. I mean, this is New York City after all. I’d honestly be a lot more surprised if there weren’t giant turtles running around here at night.”

“How many times have you seen us?” Leonardo questioned, his blue eyes glancing sharply at his brothers.

“A lot of times through the years. Running around on the rooftops, getting into a few fights with gang bangers…actually, you know, I think I’ve seen him more then the rest of you.”

You had pointed right at Donatello when you made that little comment and already he could feel Leonardo’s glare settle on the back of his shell. He wondered if his elder brother would care too much about his argument for statistics…probably not! But you were smiling a little, brushing the dirt off of the Dittos that covered your black dress.

“And…you’re cool with that?” Donnie asked.

“Yup.”

“Then…so are we! Right, guys?”

His brothers chimed in, agreeing with the sentiment. And with that, you were off, grabbing your button-covered bag and walking away to catch your bus.

“See you around…?”

“Uh, Donnie. My name’s Donnie.”

“Later, Donnie.”

Forgetting about the impending doom that loomed over him (he could already hear Leonardo’s scolding and feel that sting in his muscles from Master Splinter’s punishment, which was sure to be brutal and terribly clever), Donatello grinned to himself as you vanished into the city…but he was certain that he would see you again.

And maybe you wouldn’t mind that at all…

Michelangelo is curious.

You saw them? For years? And you didn’t freak out or anything? That was rare for humans. Even compassionate people like April got a little freaked and, yeah, he couldn’t really blame anyone for screaming…still hurt though. They were no monsters, even if some people thought otherwise (Donnie had shown them those cryptid sites and he hadn’t liked that much). He’d been expecting screaming or fainting or something…

And yet here you were, cool as a cucumber!

“Just one of us?” Donatello asked, clearly eager for answers. “Do you know which one?”

“Oh…I dunno…” you murmured, running a hand through your hair as you thought it over. “He’s an artist.”

At once Michelangelo felt his Leo and Don glaring at him and Raph, both who claimed that honorable role as artists. The two brothers shared a guilty glance, each of them wondering who had earned himself one of Leonardo’s long lectures.

“I’ve seen him spray painting these gorgeous pieces! There’s these blue angel wings and this neon melting heart by the place I work-”

“Mikey!” Leonardo snapped, Don slapping the back of his head simultaneously.

“You’re Il Divino?”

Well, his secret was out. Michelangelo had been sneaking out every so often to paint the worn out brick and cracked concrete of New York City with his art…and now everyone knew. Including the pretty human in front of him. The fact that she liked his art so much made it possible to pretend that he wasn’t about to be destroyed by his brothers.

“I love your art…especially that roses beneath the bridge!” you chirped happily. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen it around.”

“I’ve been, uh, busy.”

“Well…” you said, picking up your sharpie-covered messenger bag, “if your schedule clears up, I hope to see your work again.”

“Yeah…”

Then you were gone, giving the turtle a little smile as you walked away. Already he was planning a new piece, something with neon pink…and a girl with a bright smile. Leonardo’s lecture began as Raph and Don walked away, laughing to themselves.

And Mikey was stunned totally stupid, wondering what you would think of his next piece…

Maybe he’d get to ask you!

Raphael is unsure.

From the second you nearly fell on top of Leonardo, he’d been expecting the whole shebang. Screaming, panicking, all that good stuff. It happened to them about every time a human managed to find them, a guy starts to expect it. But you could not care less and he…

He’s the confused one right now.

Since getting back on your feet, you hadn’t been even a little phased. Perhaps the fall had scared you but the turtles had not. Straightening your jacket, the metal and plastic pins caught his eye. A lightning bolt, several sarcastic phrases, a red eye. They were cool. You were cool, sighing as you looked back at the turtles.

“When have you seen one of us?” Leonardo asked. “Who?”

“I dunno…which one of you likes to stand on rooftops and angrily scream into the sky a couple times a week?”

At once all of his brothers turned and looked right at him, an unspoken answer to your question. Raph looked away, face hot and eyes burning. Raph’s temper was well known to his family…and apparently to you too.

“Uh…ya heard me, huh?”

“Actually, I screamed back at you once. I believe I told you you to get your crap together and stop throwing fits at four in the fucking morning.”

“That was you?”

Hands on your hips, you looked at the turtle with confidence and attitude. It was almost like you were daring him to snap back, ready for a bite back…he almost wanted to take you up on it! You were not, he realized, even a little bit afraid of him. Shocking for a human but strangely comforting at the same time for the turtle.

“Yup.”

“Why ain’t ya mad at me?”

“I was for a while. But then I saw you beating some Purple Dragons into the dirt and I thought, eh, give the guy a chance.”

Raphael grinned, chuckling beneath his breath. Clearly, you were not like most other humans. He felt certain that if aliens landed right here in font of you, you’d probably just tell them to get out of your way because you were late and trying to get home.

“I gotta go. It’s nice to finally meet you…?”

“Raphael.”

“Later, Raphael.”

He liked it. The glint in your eyes and edge to your grin, the way you said his name…there was just something about you that he liked. And there was something else telling him that this wasn’t the last time he’d see you.

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