#raphsmunecafanfic

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⚠️18+ • soft smut • inappropriate behavior • dirty lingo • short-shorts • Tmnt bayverse⚠️ Tmnt Bay Leo x reader (aged 30+) <- my preference 🫶🏼

@thelaundrybitch this quickie is for you 😉 😎 😜

💖A pre-valentine treat 💖

You’ve been teasing him for far too long. Is he afraid? Fuck no. If you thought so then you were sorely mistaken. He’s not the prude you believe him to be. He’s a gentleman, that’s all. NOT! He may have been the respectable soldier, but beneath the surface, he was every bit a man.

He decided it was time to put an end to your facade. It was shortly after you waved your goodbyes. You navigated through the tunnels for a whole of two minutes then you felt a sudden tug.

He swiftly pulled you in, spun you around and pinned you, face first, against the stone cold wall. He covered your mouth with one large left hand before you yelped. Your face was turned to the right of you where he met you, snout to nose. His labored breathing and tense muscles were obvious indicators that he was rapidly reconsidering his impulsive action. You felt his warm plastron through the thin fabric against your back.

You were freaking out, but held your composure. You’ve been aching for his nearness for a long time, but you never expected this! Did he think you a traitor? You had to let him know you were very much his friend and would never do anything to jeopardize…wait. What’s this? His cock (which was the length and width of your forearm) pressed against your buttocks. Your mind experienced a nuclear explosion. It suddenly became empty. Your ghost sought refuge in the high heavens. What in the holy fuck is going on right now?!

His hands were tracing a path up and down your thighs, extending to the contours of your hips and the indentation of your exposed navel. You let out a whimper. His touch generated a burning sensation on your skin, wherever he touched, you felt yourself sinking deeper.

“You thought you had me all figured out, huh?” He nuzzled against your nose and face. “Mmm…What if I tell you I wish to steal a kiss from you?” He released his left hand so that you may speak. You would have replied, except that you were momentarily breathless and feared you’d collapse right then. Instead, you licked your lips.

Your thoughts vanished the instant he bit your lower lip. The way your pussy pulsed just then. Ohmygahh. Fksksjdbsyhsbs!!!! The sensation of the thick annuli encircling his scutes against the small of your back was a potent reminder of how real the moment was. He took another bite. And another. He then proceeded to leave trails of saliva up and down your neck, eventually taking advantage of your open mouth to thrust his tongue deep into your throat. His lips enveloped yours, tongues rhythmically entwining in a fervent quest.

He stopped and pivoted you to face him. The massive terrapin rose high above you. You felt unusually tiny all of a sudden. He gently lifted your chin upward with the tip of his index finger. You became captivated by the depth of his sapphire eyes. You could easily become lost in their beauty. What a fantastical creature. Your knees weakened and you began to lose balance, but he quickly caught you and positioned you over his massive frame. You let out a huff once you settled into place, straddling him.

He lowered his head and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your burning cheeks. “Open your mouth for me again.” (Yes daddy!) In comparison his mouth and tongue were wide, yet he managed to work around your smaller mouth to artfully deliver delectable kisses. The moment was raw, your womanhood was ablaze, but his broad arms kept you in place. The feel of his rugged skin against your smooth one was bewitching.

To have Leo all over you like this was enthralling. What prompted his shift from a stern, inflexible leader to this ravenous turtle man? Regardless of the answer, the less you were concerned as he tenderly kissed your mouth and down your neck and slightly into the hollow of your bosom and back up again. Your hips began a slow, rhythmic motion. You hadn’t acknowledged it until he cupped your waist in his hold and brought you nearer, allowing you to feel his firmness against your inner thighs. Breaking away from his fervent kiss, a hasty "Oh!" escaped your mouth. You hid your face in his chest, attempting to mask your embarrassment.

“Don’t be shy, baby. You know you like it.”

At that you punched him in the chest.

“That tickles you know?”

His chuckle was soft, but you were too proud and feigned annoyance.

He too was skilled in this game. His smile disappeared. He looked even hungrier than before. His stare grew more intense. His mouth started to water. He licked his lips and launched a more ferocious attack on your mouth this time. This kiss was distinct. It possessed greater passion. Something you said or did must have triggered him. This kiss wasn't driven by lust like the previous one. It was more profound. It was ardent and all-consuming.

You were once again enveloped in his affectionate grasp. Your hips began to sway at a more rapid pace. In a short time, your body was seized by a powerful physical response, induced by the erotic pleasure of the intimate bodily contact. He knew what he was doing. He was aware of his actions. He took pleasure in witnessing your vulnerability around him. It turned him on when you challenged him, but he needed to set the record straight.

“Next time you tease me, just know I’ll be waiting for you.”

OMFG! You got gotten!

With a wink, he left you in your disheveled state, mouth agape.

“Damn you, Leo.”

A residual string of words escaped his mouth before he vanished quickly.

“Tonight I stole a kiss. Tomorrow I steal your heart.”

You looked in the direction from which the reverberated words echoed. There was no discernible shape, only whispers. You were uncertain whether to be grateful for the intense heat you both shared, however brief, or shocked by this new revelation. Was he in love with you?

“You’ve already done that…”

You spoke the words, aware that there was no one nearby to hear them. Leo had already departed. He was that quick. You collected your thoughts and smoothed your hair with your fingers. Following a brief moment to compose yourself, you turned and headed back towards your home.

Except you were mistaken. He was present throughout, observing from the shadows. His heartbeat was irregular. Your words left him astonished. He was satisfied with himself. He had claimed you as his own from the beginning, even if you didn't reciprocate his emotions. The act of stealing your kiss was merely his attempt to confirm whether his suspicions were correct and that you shared his feelings.

He promptly returned to his quarters. He hadn’t quite finished his task when he released you. He engaged in self-pleasuring in your name. In the aftermath of said sweet release, he reflected on his next move.

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・𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓭/𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓵𝓶𝓴! ・

I asked the turtles for their permission and although they were hesitant they agreed to let me show you just a sweet teeny fragment of what I’ve been working on. 😊

Please let me know what you think and if I should continue. Ty!

WIP/NSFW/18+/mucho-caliente🔥/spicyromance/teacher-student-lust/all characters are aged up! Keep in mind this is still under development 😉 👍 and just a peek 🫣

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He laughs and takes another step closer to you, barely an arm's length away from you now. He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper.

“Is it wrong for a teacher to check on his students? I was just making sure you were okay.”

He reaches out and grabs the edge of the towel, testing to see how firmly you were holding it in place. His eyes are hungry, taking in every inch of you.

He leans in a bit more, his face just inches away from yours. You can feel his body heat radiating off him, and the scent of him is intoxicating as it surrounds you.

He looks into your eyes and smiles, his gaze still fixed on you.

“You know, you’re really beautiful.”

You can't help but enjoy the deep tone of his voice on your cheeks. Your breathing becomes heavy and your breasts begin to rise and fall at his closeness and his hold on your towel. You would have him right here right now, but you can't let him know how you feel about him.

“Leave the ladies room Gojo, please. I’d like to get dressed, if you don't mind.”

He smirks, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you. He's not used to people telling him what to do, so the fact that you're trying to push him away only makes him want to tease you even more.

He tightens his grip on the towel, pulling you even closer to him, so that your bodies are almost touching. He leans in, his mouth dangerously close to your ear.

“Don't rush yourself on my account.”

Gojo lingered for a moment longer, his teasing smirk softening into something almost considerate. He could sense the tension coiling tighter in you, the quickened breath, the faint tremble in your grip on the towel and decided not to push any further. Not yet. Overwhelming you now would ruin the slow, delicious unraveling he had in mind.

With a quiet chuckle under his breath, he released the edge of the towel and took a deliberate step back. His gaze lingered, drinking you in one last time, hungry, appreciative, unapologetic, before he turned and strode out of the bathroom.

The door clicked shut behind him.

He was, without question, an arrogant man; confident to the point of insolence. Yet, beneath that unshakable self-assurance, he held a quiet grasp over you, a pull you refused to acknowledge, even to yourself… and especially not to him.

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His feelings for you had deepened, taking root in a way he hadn’t entirely anticipated. Yet Gojo refused to be subdued or tamed; he never had, and he wasn’t about to start now. He thrived on control, reveled in holding the reins in every facet of his life… and nowhere more than in this tantalizing, slow-burning game with you.

‘God, she's stubborn.’ He thought to himself.

He exhales slowly through his nose, tilting his head back until it rests against the cool wall. The image of you is burned behind his eyelids: your skin still glistening from the shower, droplets clinging to your collarbones, that thin towel barely holding on under his fingers. The way your breath hitched when he tugged, just a little. The way your voice shook when you tried to order him out.

‘She wanted me to stay. She wanted it so badly she could hardly stand it.’

A low chuckle escapes him, barely audible. He can still smell the faint trace of your shampoo lingering in the air, mixed with the warmth of your skin. It’s intoxicating in a way that’s almost annoying, how easily you get under his skin without even trying.

‘Most people fold the second I look at them like that. Not her.’

He shifts his weight, fingers flexing as he remembers the feel of the towel’s edge, the subtle resistance when you gripped it tighter. He could have pulled harder. Could have let it slip. Could have watched you scramble to cover yourself while pretending to be scandalized.

But that would have been too easy. Too quick.

No, the real fun is in this, the slow burn, the way you fight it even though your body betrays you every single time. The way your pupils dilated when he leaned in. The way your pulse jumped under that thin skin at your throat.

‘She thinks she’s hiding it. Cute.’

He closes his eyes for a moment, letting the memory replay: the heat radiating off you, the way you smelled like clean water and something uniquely yours. He’d been close enough to taste it if he’d wanted to. And he had wanted to. Still does.

‘One day you’re going to stop pretending you don’t want this as much as I do. And when that happens…’

His smile sharpens, lazy and predatory.

‘…I’m going to enjoy every second of watching you come undone.’

He pushes off the wall, hands sliding into his pockets as he starts walking down the hall, whistling that same careless tune.

He’s in no rush. He’s patient when it matters.

And this…this game between them, matters.

‘Let you think you’re winning for now. Let you believe you’re pushing me away.’

He glances back toward the bathroom door one last time.

“You have no idea I’m already three moves ahead.”

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Raph does his monkey flip and lands directly in front of me.

“You see me?”

“Uh…Yea.”

“Want me to bring it?”

“Bring what, Raph?”

“You know…my game.” He comes in a little closer.

“Oh please.”

I initiated this exchange thinking I had the upper hand because I thought he wouldn’t be so open and willing to a game of flirting, and now he was outmaneuvering me. What possessed me to flirt with him in the first place? Then I looked at him and it all came back. He was absolutely irresistible.

“Leave me alone.” To divert my attention, I focus on a paper crane suspended from a pipe. It was his creation, crafted specifically for me. His occasional displays of affection were sweet. He was getting real good at this.

“Look at you… so thick. I like em’ juicy and ready for the pickin.”

“Highlighting my physical imperfections will not garner you approval.” I was quietly suffering, dissatisfied with my own body, as he stood before me, radiating an aura of smugness.

“Like I said, juicy.”

“Excuse me?”

“Quit acting like you’re not enjoying this.”

I was, but I refuse to lower my guard, so I got all up in his face. Something about him made danger seem appealing.

“How would you know?”

He briefly paused, and then, unexpectedly, grasped my chin, bringing me close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on my cheeks, and, in a playful gesture, lightly licked my lips with the tip of his tongue. He licked my lips! I was taken aback, and stunned into silence.

“Damn, that was tasty.”

“You brute! You almost ate my face!”

“Always embellishing. I merely desired a taste.”

“Well that was non-consensual, you meat head.”

To avoid revealing my true emotions, I altered my stance. My lips involuntarily curled upwards as I moistened them, reminiscent of Orange Crush. A faint smile followed.

“Wait, are you smiling?”

“NO!” Damn he was good!

“Sweetness, I'm just getting started. Soon enough I’ll have you calling out my name.”

“Oh please, Raph.”

“Exactly...just like that.”

“You’re a pig.”

“No, I’m a turtle and turtles love to bite baby.”

With that, he winked at me and made his exit, leaving me baffled and wondering at the same time. I want him so bad!

I really suck at this game….

[Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe] The Introduction

NSFW/18+/suspense/romance/softsmut/agedturtles

Yes, I’m back! 💕

The Introduction

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‘It’s been 5 years now?! Well damn.’

For five unbearable years you’ve had to put a clutch on your womanhood because of the world’s most dominant MAJOR DICKS! Their names? Jerk, Asshole, Pansy, and Half-Wit!

Jerk, aka Leo, ughhh…. What is it with his monarch-like superiority? Given your exceptional teamwork, he’s never satisfied. If his balls were cowbells the resonant clanks would create structural damage to the roads that kept Manhattan’s traffic flowing. You’ve never seen a whiner less creative than he. When you first met him he was vehemently constructing new schemes for the new world of criminals, but now? He is just as boring as his daily cup of tea: green, no milk, no sugar, no steam, just cool green tea. Bleh!

And what of the orifice of all arses, you ask? Care to venture a guess? No need! He’s the one caricature in your mini series of sketches that remains as solid as his “musk-les.” Parodying his temper should make him easier to describe, yet he remains the same insufferable individual. No imaginary weapon or wily tool could crack through that thick skull. He was like that hidden underwater kingdom Aquaman was reaching for; except you lacked Atlantean armor and power. ‘Damn you, Raph!’

Then there’s America’s unrevealed gifted scientist and mathematician, “Dr. Pansy, MD.” He’s Mozilla’s next Firefox “X.” You’ve been treated like nothing but a demi-decade, shrinking violet by this blind scholar. He’s a walking firewall! You speak, he hums. You cry, he hums. You laugh, he hums. The same bland expression on his face makes you question both your humanity and belonging. His focus is strong, but it’s never on you. There was a time Donnie would join conversations to be heard, but now he's as unresponsive as a deaf mule.

And then there's the “half-wit” - I'm not mincing words!! He's obsolete and shows poor judgment, failing to consider the consequences for the rest of us. Are you all emotions and no substance, Mikey? He’s 25 and still can’t grasp the concept of responsibility! I know he means well, and his heart will forever be in the right place, but we don't need a showman; we need someone to hold down this fort since it's falling apart. And, as crazy as it sounds, he's the only one who can wake the rest up. Let's be honest, Mikey's the bass of this beat, and without him, there's no sound.

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Here we are, after one of our misadventures led us to a faraway planet, at an unknown time, arranging our pre-planned escape, but I must choose to wed one of the four aforementioned idiots. However, with a twist of their own alien-like minds, they have decided that before my chosen one and I can marry, we must first make amends and recreate a romance for their benefit. They possess the technology to alter the ending, yet they permit the victim to select an ending of their liking before taking the next step, which, under my circumstance, means we are trapped in this hell. For their honeymoon, the newlyweds are allowed to travel anywhere in time only this once. That's our one gate! We've been stranded here for three weeks, with all escape attempts unsuccessful.

This is it! I have to choose one of these duds and pretend to care in order for us to make an escape; the problem is, which one do I choose, and how does that story play out?

I managed to convince them to let me tell all four untold stories before making a decision to improve our chances, but, why is it so difficult to go through with this? Because in the last year my bond with any of the turtles has declined. I struggle to hold conversations with them, let alone pretend romantic interest, even if our lives are at stake!

I’ve got quite the parody in my sketchbook, but they lit a candlestick to my ass with this one!

Here we go…

(Part 2 Leo’s Version <-)

Parts 3, 4 & 5 will be added accordingly… DO NOT REPOST!

[Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe] Pt. 2: Leo’s Version

NSFW/18+/suspense/romance/fluff/agedturtles

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Initially, your story was shaky, but you had a clear vision. The challenge lay in persuading the creature and the audience, all while dreading the soon arrival of an arranged marriage.

They were seated, eagerly anticipating your participation, as your creative vision devised diverse narratives for the love story between Leo and yourself from start to finish.

Behind your calm facade, you were internally conflicted, struggling to suppress your emotions and genuine feelings for the four brothers, each of whom drew you in for unique reasons. But in the end, you had never decided who was best suited for you, and now it lay in the palms of another to make that choice. But you had to remind yourself, you’d only be married on this planet, so technically on Earth this wouldn’t count. Besides, this was just a means to escape. Nothing you couldn’t handle. Right?

You continued with Leo’s version of this would be romance fallacy. Or was it?

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Leo was the epitome of cool and laid-back, always eager to share his world with you, and at one point he treated you like you were the center of it. You had recalled one of those special moments. He was remarkably alert and he had caught you when you spaced out while working on an art piece, lost in brushstrokes and color choices. As you began to fall, he swiftly picked you up, smirking, "Remind me how you're a ninja?" Afterwards, he settled into his turtle-shaped chair cushion, a gift from you, and became absorbed in his novel. That was one of the many sweet memories you cherished.

But that was a long time ago, when the turtles weren’t accustomed to interacting with humans. After leading a life of freelance operations for the city under the auspices of the NYPD, he gradually engrossed himself with work and performing search and rescue missions as a hobby. He was a uniform away from being called officer Hamato. He was the best of the best so there was no blaming him there, but still, your friendship began to dwindle over time and now you were being treated like the next coworker, whereas you were once his favorite teammate.

What had changed?

You sulked in your window seat, staring outside, where showers continued to fall at 7 pm, contrary to the forecast calling for clear skies by the hour of 6. You silently rebuked the weather channel. It was the first time in months you’d be meeting with Leonardo. In the last two years you could count the times you’ve spent with him on one hand. Well technically four (human) hands, but still! Talking over the phone wasn’t the same as having a face to face conversation and you could admire those beautiful features and expressions he made.

Lately, thoughts of him have been on your mind. The possibility of losing him led you to call him on impulse. As you were no longer working together and you traveled to Japan periodically, you wanted to maintain some connection with him, fearing total loss. You have been secretly in love with Leonardo for years. You realized it the moment the two of you had grown further apart. You thought it was too late to confront those feelings and instinctively buried them deep inside, throwing away the key to prevent them from resurfacing. Somehow, the brief scare you experienced earlier beckoned you to contact him. You weren’t planning on telling him directly, but rather showing him?

The light tap on your windowpane frightened you, prompting you to leap off your seat and prepare to confront your attacker. You quickly lowered your defenses when you recognized it was Leo smiling through the glass. “Hurry up, I’m getting wet out here!” You felt embarrassed. You had invited him over and lost in thought over him, somehow you forgot you were expecting him. You used to leave your window unlocked for him and his brothers, until the visits became seldom. But that was then.

Seeing his face, you were reminded how much you had missed him and without thought jumped into his open arms and he spun you around in a tight embrace. “Wow! It feels like forever since I last saw you sweetheart!” His words were soft and meaningful. You instantly sensed that something was different about him. “Is everything alright Leo? Did something happen while I was gone?” His smile quickly turned upside down. His eyes never lied; something was amiss. “Leo?”

He put you down and pat your head gently, dismissing your questions as was his custom. “Everything’s swell! So, how were things in Japan?! Did you find that asshole that broke into your trainer’s dojo? Did you bring him to justice? I sure hope you did! Eh, who am I kidding? It’s you! Of course you handled it perfectly.” His words were haste and giving him away, but you chose to follow along until you could find the right time to get real answers. He was good at deflecting questions. That was his genius and why he made the perfect leader. “Not exactly. I feel like I’m losing my touch. It was so much easier when I had you around…”

His head turned as fast as you recognized the vulnerability in your voice. His brows furrowed, the look of concern written across his face was unmistakable. For a space, you looked into each other’s eyes and there was an unspoken understanding between you two. It was perfectly clear that he had missed you as much as you had missed him. But when and where did this come from? As long as you could remember, you meant very little to him. There was a sudden hint of guilt in his eyes. Either his eyes were developing tears or you had officially lost your mind and were seeing things. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry beautiful.”

When the fuck was Leo ever sorry? He never apologized to anyone. Was what you read in his eyes true? Did he really miss you that much? When? Why now? How? “What?” He inched closer to you and lowered his head to meet your eyes. You shied away for a second, out of both fear and anticipation. “Look at me baby. Look..” You met his gaze and your mouth opened to speak a peace you had prepared a while back for this exact moment, until you saw the teardrop roll down his face. “Baby?” You were obviously still stunned by that word. He never called you Baby. Sweetheart, Honey, Cutie Pie…endearing terms he used when addressing or calling to you. That was ages ago, but “Baby?” For two whole years he went back to using your given name, until tonight. “I need you to listen. I’m sorry I haven’t been around as much. I know it’s been a while since we’ve shared any real time with one another. This is all my fault! I got caught up with the outside world. I started to forget the people that truly mattered to me. Why I became a leader. My family. My friends. And you.”

You tensed up in his firm grasp. Afraid to ask, you wondered why he singled you out from his family and friends. What made you unique? Time and space orbited around you for what felt like forever. “An…and me?” His chest was heavily rising and falling, and his grip was likely leaving small bruises on your delicate shoulders, which were clasped tightly in his large hands.

You slapped them away! How dare he express his feelings here, after all this time of leaving you wondering about his indifference and distance! You were about to confess your feelings, eventually, but he surprisingly spoke up first, despite being the one who abandoned you, discarding you like a used rag! “Out with it! What is it Leo?!”

His glare became more intense. His eyes revealed everything, and you wouldn't let him escape this time. You'd endured enough hurt. It was as if he knew your thoughts, and he quietly confessed, "I love you. I've always loved you."

At the last drop of rain, an eternal quiet followed.

“But I thought you didn’t care for me anymore? I mean, you haven’t even been a real friend lately, so how? How Leo? When? I’m so confused.” You stood there, as if you had a choice, you were still bound in his hands, looking like a sad puppy begging for a home.

“Baby, I've been too afraid. I fell for you hard, and the thought of rejection terrified me. But I've reached my limit. Even if you don't feel the same, I need to accept it. Keeping this secret has been torture. I love you!”

That was the truth you'd been waiting for. Going from his favorite team member to an overweight donut-eater seemed implausible. You'd known the truth but avoided contemplating his response, believing no mutant turtle could be interested in a weak little human like yourself. You were part to blame.

“So?” His question surprised you. “Sooooo what?” You feigned ignorance and twiddled your thumbs while he patiently waited. “Ahem! Tell me. I can feel it you know? That and you’re a terrible liar.” Suddenly his face beamed. You had forgotten how well he knew you. This was it. This is what you had been waiting for. Don’t let him go, you fool!

“I…I love…”

“You love….?” His face matched his encouragement. He always did have to pull the truth out of you, being you were stubborn. Damn he was good!

“Okay! I love you Leo! I always have…” Again you lowered your head afraid to meet his gaze. You had finally summoned the courage, but this was HUGE! You were both your first loves. This was soooo awkward…

Later that night, you both marveled at the clear midnight sky for the first time, in a loving embrace, basking in the warmth and happiness after experiencing the most incredible pleasure.

Who knew he was such a lover?

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You unintentionally sounded excited after sharing your true feelings about Mr. Jerk, finally realizing Leo's jerkish nature. Did you miss his reaction? Was he genuinely your Romeo? In the back, Leo thought, 'Did you really feel this way the entire time? No, it was just a fabrication. You're intelligent and capable of outwitting powerful enemies. Well done, sweetheart.’

“Nicely done Earthling. You have three more tales to share. I must admit, this one alone has convinced me the beast donning the blue mask is your true match. But I promised to let you present me with all four endings. Continue…”

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Okay turtle crew! I’ve decided it’s up to YOU to decide which turtle deserves a “happy ending?” Okay now, relax. I won’t be taking it that far, but I realized during the making of this fic I didn’t have a final answer my damn self! So I’m gonna leave it up to you guys to decide who gets married! I’ll take a poll after releasing the other endings and let you decide.

The Introduction <- Read here!

Leo’s looking pretty freaking hawwwttt 🥵 rn!

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This song is the reason I even decided to go for this!

Quick note: I have no idea where I'm going with this. I just wrote and it's all coming together as I go. Some of the stuff is inspired by ROTTMT, however, it is the bayverse boys! Aged @ 30+ ! Anything & everything may be found in this story. Folklore, supernatural, magic, tragedy, fantasy, and an added sparkle of romance?? Like I said, this baby can go anywhere. Don't be surprised if Dracula meets Snow White <-JK! but the possibilities are endless is what l'm saying! (A marvel OR DC character, however, may or may not make a brief appearance!) Undecided 🤷‍♀️

I haven't written much about my fav brother, aka the love of my fantasy world, Raphael. So this right here, NEEDED TO BE DONE! Enjoy part 1 of →

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The event had been elongated. Dwellers of the city had grown old of tonight’s stage performer. Even the comedian ran out of rope to keep the crowd from latching onto the slippery rails. The customers were hanging from the brim of their final heavy pours before making their way out of the bar.

The hour hand called for the midnight fallen, condemned, broken, and torn...the tags went on. After midnight, New York was the highest prized painting shell by visceral artistes; beyond that of the innocent eyes.

That was their optic view....

Mine? A Rhino and it’s side servant had more leeway in this sunken sea of darkness. Only because it was paid off. In New York, even the most ferocious beast of all, like Satan perhaps, had to pay his inordinate nightly bill, to get a lick of this evil.

It was the Paris of seduction and temptation. A shelter for the sinful Gods that fed behind the wan light shadows. The black shapes that were draped beneath each pendant sign at each hallow, drugged, and drunken setting, hung loose.

Titled seminal’s were derivatives of ancient battles in the form of diplomacy in the world’s most modern city. The Big Apple. The dirtied soil of Eve’s bearings. The home of ancient spirits that possessed foreign bodies, aliens, vampires, shapeshifters, and all other yokai alike. But somehow, here, in the midst of these savages and the mysterious phenomena that hid in the shadows...

I was the one they called, “𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻.”

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Against my brother’s will, I reached the surface and began my endless hunt. New York was my garden and all of it’s flowers wept tears of blood, save for the one’s kept hidden.

I wished always for my brother Leo’s understanding. Reluctant, as always, to let me run off on my own, Leonardo would give me the whole spiel of the “Ninja Way.” Why couldn’t he, for just one damn minute, agree to disagree? He was like an overseer and, I, the caged beast.

But, this last argument from an hour ago, wouldn’t let me think. It was more than just not knowing of my whereabouts. I needed to proceed, but somehow, my brother always found a way to get into my thick skull.

Sure, I was stubborn, but I had a reason to be...

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“You can’t keep going up there without my consent, Raph! We need to stick together, always. You know better than any one of us why it’s mandatory to keep it this way.”

“Just say it, Leo. Say it! Stop prancing around the words and spill it!”

Leo didn’t want to say it. His face was crimson with resentment. He hated me. My brother hated me. Mike and Don hated me, too. They all hated me! Ever since that fucking night.

“Say it!”

But, Leo, fucking Leo...he couldn’t, better yet, wouldn’t speak the words, afraid to relive the moments of that traitorous night. Suddenly, the flashbacks came, like a carousel, going round and round in my head...

She lain there, with my sai thrust deep through her chest.

A mother cried over her daughter’s lifeless body. The woman wouldn’t dare remove the weapon, hoping that maybe, just maybe, it was holding onto the one last breadth that could bring her kid back. But it was too late. There was no wind in her lungs. The young lady had had wasted it, as she screamed for help. Her last strive...

“You don’t need another dead body on your head, Raphael!”

That was it. In the calling of my full name, I knew I had struck a nerve. The flames in his eyes didn’t betray his unspoken denouncement of my own free will. But, like always, his loathing of me repelled off of my sage scales and I, again, betrayed his leadership.

I ran out of there as fast as my feet would allow.

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And now, here I was, climbing from one scape to another, brushing past the scarlet doused vines of New York’s demon-filled vast. There was only one brush of color that flushed my eyes...Red. I couldn’t tell one soul from another.

I saw only the portrait of the masses of anthropomorphic creatures below me, and like a true hunter, I jumped through it, in search of tonight’s killer. Whoever it may be.

There was a secret passageway that kept beneath the ghostly, brick structures. Only mutants could access it, but not all creatures were allowed entrance. It had to be earned. A few tricksters had been banned, but luckily, I was on the Deviant Knight’s list, meaning it took more than a grave blunder to get rid of me.

It was Mikey who got us in. The boss’s future son-in-law felt betrayed by a deal gone left. The idiot decided it was a smart idea to use his betrothed as bait for reimbursement. The guy was a nut job. New York city’s portrayal of the infamous “Joker.” It was Mikey’s first kill.

All of us, brothers, had to carry the weight of his heavy heart for quite some time after that. But now, Mikey was a turtle of few words. Lesser than mine.

An older gentleman, wrapped in makeshift rags of clothing, stood beside a dumpster. He looked me up and down, threateningly. He growled and I grunted. The ancient fool pretended to not recognize me, as it was his duty. His false moniker was, Old Bicker. Anyone who asked me how he got that name, met my with my fist. The man was old and he bickered. How fucking difficult was that to understand?

“Warp me in, Old Bicker, will ya?”

“Hahahaaaaa!” Old Bicker heaved, then coughed. “Red Eagle, is that you?”

He inched toward me, looking me up and down again, like if he was searching for something. He always strikes me as odd, but he wasn’t just searching, this much I knew. He saw something, but he would never tell.

“I’m guessing you’re in the mood for a fight tonight? You know better than to call me that lame ass name, Old B.”

“Oh, you’re always whining, kid! In my time, kids didn’t….” True to his name, the old man kept up with his bandy words.

“Warp me in already, will ya!”

As ordered, Old Bicker, harrumphed, and removed the grimy cloak from his back, and in seconds, his appearance changed, completely. Glowing blue dust spiraled around his entire body. His wardrobe, now a fine blue velvet, matched his ancient tongue. He channeled his magic and spoke the wicked language that opened the portal to Hell’s Deviant Point’ inter-dimensional, subterranean realm.

“Now, was that too hard for ya, Old Wizard?”

Charlisse; the Wizard’s actual name, when in his true form; huffed and turned about.

“You know, young Master, that that is not my name. Hm!” The little fairy-like man spoke and dressed like he came straight from an old English folklore, except this wizard wore no cloak. Only a scruffy blanket when in his forged form.

The change in his tone was eloquent and held indignation. I was careful not to insult him any further in his current stage. Charlisse was a fine wizard, but according to the boss, even us mutant turtles had to tread carefully around the effervescent snipper-snapper.

“So, now you’re the one who’s telling? If you’re gonna keep calling me “Red Eagle” it’s only fair that I call you Old Wizard.”

“If that’s how you want to play it, young Master.” Charlisse’s lips curled upward.

“No, no, no! I wasn’t...!”

With a flick of his wrist, the little fucker whirled his wand, and fairy-god mothered my 700 pounds of mutant muscle ass into the portal like a rag doll.

“Toodle-oo, young Master!”

His wicked laughter rung through the helix spiral until I fell, face-flat, onto grounds of the majestic realm. I lifted my head and looked up at the nothingness. Only a single figure stood before it. The invisible gate. Only yokai could see it.

A thick and familiar voice greeted me. It was Silver Wing; a dragon-bird yokai, who secured the gates of this wondrous point. He was a high-ranking warrior, that for some unspoken reason, chose to guard Hell’s Deviant Point.

“I’m guessing you pissed off Charlisse…again, Red Eagle?” The dragon jested. He was familiarized with the old wizard’s habits, and mine.

“You gunnin’ for me, too?”

“No, no. Easy, Raph. Old habits die hard among us night walkers. You should know this.”

I dusted myself off and looked up at the floating dragon-bird. He was regal in every sense of the word. I eluded the question of his position in this place, out of courtesy. Silver Wing was no bouncy little wizard. He was a warrior through and through. Still, I wouldn’t mind going head to head with the guy to test his wings. You know, for fun.

“I assume you’re here to visit with the Boss Master?”

And with that, everything from the previous argument with my oldest brother, came flooding back. Charlisse’s spell! Damnit! I forgot about his mood changing spells!

“Motherfuker!”

“Ah. He did it again, I see. Old Bicker doesn’t transform without cause or reason. He must’ve sensed your anger. He can see it, and I can smell it. Which begs the question, Raphael, just how angry are we tonight?”

His royalty knew just how infuriated I was. He could sniff out feelings, unlike Old Bicker, rather Charlisse’s, which were innate, yet somehow, never failing. Compared to these fellas, my intuition was highly defective.

“Real angry, Silver. I’m itching for blood tonight.” The red returning to my eyes, cautioned the dragon to keep a short, but safe distance. The memories were slowly beginning to dance around me again. I had to keep busy. It was the only way to bury this anger. This pain...

“I see. Enter at your own risk, Raphael-san.”

The invisible gate appeared before me and opened. Although no human or mutant could see it without an invitation from a full bred yokai. I hadn't taken a step, and yet the purple skies slowly colored the vast emptiness, and all it’s inhabitants and their dwellings came into view.

“Thanks, Silver.”

It’s been a while since I’ve walked into this place. The air was very different here. It was the darker and more twisted version of my hometown. I moved forward, taking in my friend’s cautionary words as I walked deeper into the creepy empire.

“Be mindful, Raphael-San. In this place, you’re not the only monster.”

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*𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓭/𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓵𝓶𝓴! *

• 18+ • Tmnt AU • Tmnt Bayverse • Aged 30 + • Folklore, Romance, Violence • Inspired by ROTTMNT

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𝓜𝓞𝓝𝓢𝓣𝓔𝓡 (𝓟𝓽. 2) - 𝓐𝔃𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮

-> 𝓟𝓽. 1 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮! <- ⬅️ Part 1

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There was nothing subtle about Hell’s Deviant Point.

The yokai swam and flew throughout the expanse freely, like an overgrown swarm of creepy crawlers, with their wings and horns. Some of their faces made me want to crawl back into my shell, and others, were human-like and beautiful even. Like the mistress Azrielle Cyprus...

The Boss Master, Izael, was a fourteen-hundred year old, descendant of the sea monster yokai, and now the master of this demon realm. Izael had a twin brother, Izmael; known to the humans as Satan; who was spellbound by a beautiful sorceress, which is said to be responsible for his death. Izael swore in the name of his deceased brother to protect his wee one. The little girl ended up in her uncle’s loving palms and has been with him since. Izael, himself, fathered a daughter of his own, a sweet young yokai, Izamary; the reason for our alliance with the demons and Mikey’s broken heart.

I don’t know how much of the first part is true, but Mikey’s annoying weeping | can vouch for. He was a sucker for love and of all women to walk the earth, he fell for one that didn’t even share the same dimension. But, who was I to speak...

Although, he’d rescue the demon master’s daughter, Izamary nor Azrielle, were allowed to marry outside of their own kind. But somehow, Izael didn’t seem to mind so much our nearness around the young ladies...

Or so Donnie “noted.”

“Raphael-San? Is that you?”

An older, raspy and high pitched voice pulled me out of the deep trance. I looked down to meet the face of the ancient Boss Master, Izael. The short statured demon barely reached my knees. If power was rated by height, I’d say he was as strong as a flea. Hmm...

“That’s right. Unless there’s another wise ass around?”

The elder’s laughter hurt my internal ears.

“Well, well, my son! Please do enter! You bring me silly tales of the human world, I presume?”

The antiquated demon enjoyed stupid stories, mostly that of humans. He found the human species to be “brainless, idiotic, and amusing.”

“Sorry, not tonight. I came because I have some questions, and thought maybe you could help me by answering a few of them for me.”

Izael turned his neck slightly, eyeing me up and down as he did so. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room changed, the air felt thick, and the servants close by stiffened in their positions. The master’s silence was disquieting, delaying me of my premature inquiries. He knew something, but from my opinion, it was best to let him keep doing the talking.

“I know what you’ve come for, Raphael. Why don’t you follow me to my dojo and we can continue talking there.” He eyed his servants in distaste. “Be gone! Now!” He shooed them, hitting a few of his men with his walking stick.

“You and dad sure do have a lot in common.” That earned me an ugly frown from the old man. He and Splinter were well acquainted, but just like dad, the demon master wasn’t fond of being compared to the other. Grumpy old men. Damn, I sure as hell hope to never end up like them...

Unlike our own, this dojo presented an impeccable atmosphere, with ancient Japanese calligraphy and art adorning the washi walls of the equilateral room. The furnishings showcased a palette of neutral colors, embodying pure zen. Notwithstanding it’s seemingly more confined nature compared to our lair, this space paradoxically felt more spacious and relaxing. For a human, this was hell. For me? Leoless heaven.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate my brother. Far from it. I just wished he understood me sometimes. Fuck! I gotta stop looking around and get back to what I came here for...

Answers.

The demon master must’ve read my face, because immediately after taking his seat at the chabudai, he motioned for me to sit across from him.

“Come, Raphael-San. I have much to discuss with you.”From the deep frown on his face, I assume it’s not going to be a tete a teté among a host and his visitor. This was serious and I had an inkling the Boss Master Izael had the answers to my questions long before I decided to come here.

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…….

“I know I was framed, Izael! But just how the fuck am I gonna find this jerk face if I don’t know his name?”

We were less than fifteen minutes into our conversation, when the demon master claimed to know exactly who the true murderer of that innocent girl was. The flashbacks kept intruding, infuriating me more as the demon lord went on. I remember every detail…Her hand reaching out to me, pleadingly. She wasn’t supposed to be there. The blood. She was just an innocent bystander…

“She was just an innocent girl! Another foolish teen! Why was she even there?! AHHHH!!”

I smashed my fists against the wood of the chabudai. Glad I didn’t break it.

“Easy, my son. All will fall into place in due time.”

“Izael, you know I wouldn’t disrespect you like this, especially after you knighting me and my brothers and welcoming us into your realm. But, please, in the name of fuckery, give me the name of the man who drafted me into his scheme!”

There was pain in his voice as he spoke to me. I could read through the calm of his tone, and from the looks of it, this mystery wasn’t only mine to solve. Izael needed me as much as I needed him.

"The man you seek lives among your kind, but he is a full bred yokai. He disguises himself as a man. Now, you know that I cannot reach your world without penalty or suffering. I’ve been chained to this plane for many a century. There is a night crawler much like yourself, but with ill intent, that has a lead according to one of my henchmen. I didn’t bother to reach you because I knew well that you’d eventually come to me.”

A yokai that lives among my kind? A night crawler? A lead?

“Why didn’t your henchman come to me?!”

“All wealth of news that comes to my attention by one of mine in this realm must be kept here, Raphael-San. You know this. You are a Deviant Knight in this world. You know my rules, and let that be the last time you question my actions.”

The old man was becoming irate with my demanding attitude. What else was new? Keep your mouth shut, dumbass!

“Okay, old man. Just don’t micro dose the information. I’m running out of patience.”

“Very well then. The night crawler I speak of is a vampire, who goes by the name of Nico De’ Jesus. He roams on your terrain as we speak. He is as greedy as he is bloodthirsty. He is the one who has told the story of the defeated terrapin in New York City. My henchman believes to recall the name of the maker of said terrapin’s misfortune after hearing Nico’s tale.”

“So there is someone else behind all this?! I fucking knew it! Agh!”

“There is. Vice.” The old man’s eyes twitched after speaking the name.

“Vice? And why would this “Vice” fella have it out for me? I’ve never heard of the guy before now.”

“Here’s the part you might find unpleasant. He wasn’t necessarily targeting you. To be more specific, he was seeking revenge on Michelangelo. You see, he is the brother of my daughter’s late fiancé, Joker. Or as his old crew liked to call him, Ace. Ace…Joker. Such ridiculous names. Anywho, I had placed an order for his execution. An order Michelangelo took upon himself to deliver, for the sake of my daughter’s safety.”

“Mikey?!”

My chest felt heavy, making it hard to breathe. The news was overwhelming. I had been trying to uncover the enemy who wanted to harm me, but Mikey’s sudden involvement was a shock. Throughout my life, I had been the one pursued, hated, and hunted. But my younger brother had never been in the line of fire. Not Mikey. Even with all the blood on his hands, Mikey never harmed anyone who was innocent. He was the least deserving of both punishment or cruelty of any kind. It all began to make sense…

“A brother for a brother.” My voice was hushed in disbelief. It was difficult to swallow. The only thing on my mind now was Mikey’s safety. Leo. Donnie. My brothers!

“My son, while I acknowledge your anger, I must make a most unpalatable request of you. I need the bold and audacious yokai…alive.”

This is no time for making requests. The old man must be losing his senses.

“Alive?! Forgive me, Izael, but have you gone mad?!”

Izael sighed now. He seemed agitated and at the same time, spent.

“Raphael, I need him here, do you understand? It is my judgement to make. He shall be punished under my court of law!”

I guess Izael had forgotten who I was. It was one thing to hunt disobedient yokai that brought harm to this world, but for a yokai to bring chaos into my world, to my life, to my brother’s life? No one was going to stop me from ridding both worlds of that demon! No, Izael. I'm sorry my friend, but this fuck face was mine to handle, and mine alone.

“Right.”

I got up to leave, but in less than a second, the demon master held a hand on my sai, stopping me from taking my leave.

“In order to make sure you follow my rules, Raphael, I’ll be sending someone with you. I do have eyes and ears in your world, but I need a voice of reason in my stead.”

Fuck! He’s onto me. Eh, who am I kidding? I’m a crappy liar.

“And just exactly who is this “voice of reason” that you speak of? And please don’t say it’s Silver Wing.”

A smirk formed on the demon’s face. In return, I gave him one of my shit eating ones. To think he could best me. Pfft!

“No, you belligerent beast! My niece, Azrielle, will be your guide.”

It felt like a frog had been lodged in my throat. I was so mouthy before and now I was tongue-tied! I had to take a moment before the air fought it’s way back into my lungs.

“Azrielle?”

“Yes. AZRIELLE!! Come child!” Izael called his beloved niece.

Her beautiful voice sung through the hallway just a few moments later. Azrielle, the princess mermaid yokai. Azrielle, the woman that haunted my dreams and kept me up at night. Azrielle....the reason I still had hope. Izael, you clever fuck. Silver Wing’s words rung true...

In this place, I really wasn’t the only monster.

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Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe: The Introduction

Ch. 1. Leo's Version

❀Raphael Art ❀

❀Leo Art❀

❀Mikey Art❀

❀Donnie Art❀

✧༺♥༻✧ 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 ✧༺♥༻✧

𝓟𝓽. 2 - 𝓐𝔃𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮

❀Shorties❀

Smooches

𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓤𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓼:

Untitled (Based off Gojo Satoru)/romance/wip