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"Cum for me baby" from Don with his girlfriend please?

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Pairing: Donnie/fem!Reader Rating: Explicit Contents: Donnie is strangely overcome with the need to have you right then and there. Warnings: 18+, mdni, mating season, hickeys, creampies, unprotected p in v (wrap it up peeps) Wordcount: 1,594 Sentence Prompt: # 75

𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤

Notes: Excuse my poor attempt of being more poetic in my writing! Hope you enjoy!

Your presence was like a living temptation to him, as if every cell in your body was crafted to make him lose control around you. Carnally irresistible, Donnie found it impossible to keep his hands off of you. Earlier, he had tried with great effort to keep his eyes on the TV, but your scent drifted into his nostrils—so sweet and enticing. Overcome, he leaned down to breathe deeply in the crook of your neck.

The look you gave him almost made him shudder visibly. You appeared concerned by his sudden change in behavior, yet there was an undeniable excitement in your eyes as he ran his tongue over your pulse point.

He wasn't sure if something was wrong with him, but he wasn't entirely focused on figuring it out, as your soft gasps were far more captivating than anything else. His skin felt like it was on fire, and his glasses had become an irritation, so he quickly removed them and tossed them onto the coffee table. He didn’t need them anyway; you were close enough that he could clearly see your beautiful expressions.

Donnie was a turtle steeped in science, his expertise evident in the gadgets he wielded both in the lab and on patrol. He had deciphered ancient codes to deactivate a timed toxic bomb threatening New York City and uncovered the mysteries of the purple ooze. Yet, in your presence, all logic seemed to evaporate, leaving him a slave to his emotions. His instincts urged him to keep you selfishly close and immerse himself in your natural scent. He desired to fill the very being he worshiped with his essence so intensely that no one else could occupy your thoughts but him.

But as time stretched on, it seemed like hours had passed, and he was certain you were too overwhelmed to form a coherent thought. Your skin was flushed, adorned with a trail of red marks across your delicate skin—marks destined to deepen into purple.

It almost felt like your first time together, heated with a passion so intense that you couldn't stop trying to touch each other, yet tinged with nervousness due to a lack of familiarity with each other's physical needs. However, despite the similar rush of emotions, Donnie's hands never fumbled or shook with uncertainty. They moved with confidence and precision, driven by an eager desire to worship your very existence.

Just a tilt of your head was enough for him to capture your soft lips with his, sighing softly as he found a semblance of relief amidst his lustful haze. His large hands were intent on exploring the canvas of your body despite the fact he’s seen more times he can count, gently kneading your flesh, which was much softer than his own. 

"Donnie..." Your whine pierced through his haze of desire.

He shuddered this time at the sound, murmuring, "So pretty and all for me.” The turtle licked his lips, dried from his heavy pants for air.  

The space between your thighs glistened with a mixture of your juices and his essence—a beautiful concoction, Donnie might add. Despite the evidence that he had finished inside you several times, his attention remained laser-focused on your pleasure, his mind relentlessly urging him to give more and more. It would be remiss of him not to, especially when your lips parted so beautifully with each mewl that escaped them.

He pressed one hand firmly on your back to keep you pinned against the couch. A fleeting thought crossed his mind, wondering if a three-fingered imprint would remain, but it quickly dissipated as he became captivated by the way the sweat on your skin sparkle ethereally.

Seriously, were you a fallen angel hell-bent on cursing him to eternally crave your body? No matter how many times he made you cry out his name, no matter how tightly you clenched around him that is felt like you were pulling him deeper until he climaxed, he still wanted more. Or perhaps he needed more. Donnie couldn't tell anymore; his thoughts were so tangled that he couldn't distinguish desire from necessity. Either way, it seemed his body was surrendering to its own carnal instincts, relentlessly seeking release with you, in you.

Donnie muttered a curse under his breath as his free hand slipped beneath you, caressing the bundle of nerves that made your thighs begin to quiver. Your hands clutched weakly at the cushions, moaning with abandon.

He hissed through clenched teeth as he felt your inner walls tighten around him once more. "Come for me, baby. You can do it," he encouraged gently.

It was only a moment more before you released a stuttering squeal, your nectar coating him further as he continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm. Donnie bit his lower lip as his torso lowered to brush against your back, emitting a groan and a deep, reverberating churr that would make Raph envious. He pushed himself as deep as he could inside you as he came. Your smaller hand clung to the wrist of the hand between your legs, panting loudly.

Finally, Donnie's mind began to clear, his intense sexual need appearing to wane and find satisfaction. He hoped he hadn't pushed you too far.

You seemed to recognize that it was over when Donnie didn’t immediately resume thrusting into you with his previous unrestrained vigor. Slumping beneath him, you felt his weight relax as he lazily placed kisses on the hickeys decorating your shoulders. Both of you appeared content to remain in your current position, with him still inside you, enjoying the quiet aftermath together.

"Holy shit..." you mumbled.

He let out a soft chuckle. "Too much?"

You shook your head. "No, no. It was amazing! I just don't know what came over you so suddenly.”

“I actually don’t know either,” Donnie hummed thoughtfully. Carefully, he pulled away and slipped out from the comfort of your warmth. He had to restrain himself and look away when he heard you release a small whine, feeling the emptiness and his essence dripping down your inner thigh.

Donnie quickly put his glasses back on and walked away to grab some water and a towel for you. While he was gone for that brief moment, you sat up, grimacing from the familiar soreness setting in. You hadn't felt this achy in over two years, back when you were both fresh adults, newly eager to explore the beginnings of your sexual life together.

Once your turtle lover returned, he insisted on helping you clean up despite your protests about him being just as messy. Nevertheless, he was determined, so you let him help subconsciously avoiding your inner folds to leave them coated with his essence. After ensuring you were comfortable, he took care of himself.

After redressing lightly, you headed into the kitchen, taking the water Donnie had provided with you. Following a session like that, you definitely needed some food. Donnie, meanwhile, simply pulled up his underwear and lingered in the kitchen, watching you closely. His instincts urged him to stay nearby.

His mind was still slightly clouded from the spontaneous moment, but not enough to impair his decision-making. He had a gut feeling that the intense desire might return. It was confusing, though, why such behavior was manifesting in the first place, especially since nothing specific seemed to trigger his sudden, overwhelming urge to take you right then and there on the couch.

And your poor couch. It was probably ruined from your activities now. You two had used it like dogs in heat. Huh. Like dogs in heat. In heat. Heat. Heat!

Donnie's eyes widened impossibly with realization. He and his brothers were now at a sexually mature age. Furthermore, it was that time of year—mating season for red-eared sliders, when they succumb to their need to breed.

Oh God, he was in heat and completely unprepared for it. He cringed at the thought of what his brothers must be enduring without a partner to satisfy their reproductive urges. He guessed it was wrong to assume they wouldn’t experience it just because they hadn't felt it immediately after reaching puberty. Casting a long glance in your direction as you prepared packaged ramen, Donnie walked into the living room to grab his phone and sent Leo a text. It was around this time that his family usually gathered for dinner.

Donnie: How’s things going at the lair?

The self-taught scientist received a swift reply from Leo, who was always prompt when responding to Donnie, knowing it wouldn’t be just another meme or silly pun. Unlike Raph and Mikey, who enjoyed sending Leo those sorts of messages just to tease him.

Leo: Everything fine

Leo: Why? Should there be something happening?

Donnie lifted a brow. Donnie: No, no! I was just checking in! See ya later He set his phone down on the coffee table, his lips pursing in confusion. Leo wasn’t one to mislead about the state of their close-knit family, so surely everything was fine with them. It seemed the issue was just with him. Perhaps it was because he was the only one among his brothers who had any sort of sexual experience.

Donnie turned at the sound of your feet pattering across the floor as you returned with two bowls of steaming ramen. He couldn't really complain. Not when you approached him, your body adorned with such beautiful marks, a testament to the intensity of their earlier moments together.

Since you were around, maybe this experience won’t be so bad.

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Absolutely fantastic read!!!!!

Random Turtle Thoughts...

"Tattoo"

You liked him. A lot. More than you anticipated you ever would after first meeting him in a dark ally in the heart of New York City on your way home late from work. But damn, did you find him to be hot now. His size, all those muscles, that thick voice of his, the charisma, all of it. Nearly drove you stupid.

But you worried about coming on too strong. So, you always tried to be conscious of how you behaved whenever you were near him. You'd been spending a lot of time with all the brothers recently. But not enough to warrant outright starring at him. You were all still too new for lingering glances. Feared if he caught the way your eyes hung on him, he'd believe you regarded him as a freak.

So, you were trying to be subtle. Discrete. An admiring ninja of sorts in your own right. Especially since you were intent on tracing every single line of that complex tattoo stretched over his dark green scales. The consuming need to see it clearly had you in a chokehold.

You were trying to be discrete. Really, you were.

But the way he kept squaring up to you, his eyes fixed closely on your face, made it damn near impossible.

Raph like you. More than he had ever liked anyone in his life. And he wanted to make a good impression on you. Always on his best behavior whenever you were around. He wanted you to like him back. He cared about what you thought of him. More than he had ever cared about what any thought of him. His father and brothers included.

But the way your eyes were constantly shifting tonight. The way they'd flick his way then to something else. Over and over, had Raph's fear of rejection cranked into overdrive. He'd see you glance up at him from the corner of his eye, and he'd turn towards you. Trying his best to convey approachableness. That he was not only interested in your attention, but actively welcomed it.

He remembered once when Donnie went on a rant about how interpreting behavior could be done in a scientific manner. Something about where an individual's feet were pointed indicated whether or not they were interested. Feet towards the person meant they wanted to talk, were comfortable. Feet away meant they weren't.

He made damn sure his feet were pointed right at you. Made sure his arms were lax at his sides. Mikey had insisted crossing his massive arms came across as threatening. And he tried his best to constantly remind himself to have an "easy, comfortable" expression. What ever the fuck that meant. But Leo had said on more than one occasion people would be less intimidated by him if he didn't look pissed all the time.

Raph was putting his all into this. Yet every single time he did all this "guaranteed ways to help people like them" bullshit, your eyes darted away. Like, what the fuck? It was making some very raw insecurities scream at him.

And he hated it. He liked you! He wanted you to like him back!

He couldn't take it any more.

"What?" he snarled, unsure if he cared how rough he came across.

You were caught. A blush spread over your cheeks. Bit your lip to hide the nervous smile fighting to be seen.

"Okay. Okay," you offered. "I keep trying to figure out what your tattoo is." You pointed to his bicep. "I've been trying to do it without you noticing. But you keep watching me like a hawk. And now I'm feeling like a creeper. So, I'll just ask you -," You sucked in a deep breath and tested your luck. "Can I please get a good long, close-up look at your tat?"

This threw Raph for a loop. It took his brain a second to catch on. Scrambling to reel his gruff side back in and act totally normal about your request which made butterflies explode in his chest, Raph offered a simple, "Oh."

He dropped down right where he stood so his arm was more in line with your eye level. And waited. You stood, watching, before deciding his action was your answer.

You couldn't smother the slight giggle bubbling in your throat. Light steps brought you to stand just a breath away from him. And fuck, did being this close make butterflies of your own flutter in your tummy.

"May I?" you asked carefully, hands held up but awaiting permission before you touched him.

He swallowed thickly. You were asking to touch him. You actually wanted to touch him!

The red clad ninja didn't trust not to squeak or do something else embarrassing. He nodded confirmation instead. Awaited anxiously for your touch to meet his arm.

If the two of you had ventured to offer what that moment felt like, you both would've found that the sensation was almost the same. Jolts of excitement at the novelty. Swirls of fondness. A hunger for more.

Pressing against the mass of his musculature, you found yourself consumed with a new need. To keep your hands on him as long as possible.

"So, uh," Raph cleared his throat, trying hard not to let on how exhilarating and anxious your touch was. "Is this something people do? Ask to touch each other's tattoos?"

A sudden surge of flirtatiousness. "Only when it's an excuse to get closer to someone."

Had he heard you right? Did he really hear a hint of flirt in your words? Did you really mean you wanted to be closer to him?

He figured he'd shoot his shot.

"That so, huh? I've caught a glimpse of ink under your shirt a time or two." He too a second to pray harder than he had ever done in his life that he wasn't coming across as a creep. "Would you mind if I get to see your tat? Seems fair, considering you're feeling me up."

Your cheeks heated up. It wasn't exactly smooth or sly, but it was effective. You could give him points for that. Trying not to smile like an idiot, you raised your shirt enough to reveal the large, colorful tattoo of irises and stars stretching the length of your side.

A brand-new rush through Raph's body. His eyes soaked up the view, mildly dumbfounded that this moment was happening at all. Carefully, ever so carefully, he raised his three-pronged hand and hovered a moment. "May I?" he asked, eyes dancing with yours.

You nodded, feeling excited and nervous yourself, but hoping to come across as cool and confident.

His touch was feather light against your skin. Delicate. So, so careful. And the swell in your heart made you desperate for more.

For a second, Raph managed to get lost in the lines of the art plastered across your skin. Appreciating the details, the sweeps and feminine aesthetic to it. When a slight shiver, and tiny goosebumps caught his eye.

He repeated the sweep of his finger over the spot again. He was rewarded with another minute squirm. The slight way the goosebumps enhanced. His eyes darted up to grab yours one more time. A devilish smirk pulling at his lips.

Your eyes went wide.

"Ticklish, are we?" His voice dripping with sex appeal.

You yanked your shirt down and pulled away from him, your heart suddenly pounding against your sternum. "No."

"Mmhmm..." He was raising himself agonizingly slow to his full height. "Come here and prove it then."

Adrenaline shot through your veins. Was he serious???

"I'll give ya a head start - One - Two -,"

Spinning on your heels you fled with a squeal of excitement. You had no idea how many numbers he intended to count to before he'd begin his pursuit. Or how far you'd manage to get, in this labyrinth beneath the city. You weren't even sure you could make it out of the lair itself before he'd catch you.

Would he be relentless in his tickle attack once he caught you? Would he take it easy on you? Would he tackle you? Scoop you up and carry you back? Would he keep you close after he had you begging for mercy? Let his hands find your skin more readily now? Would you continue to explore every mark on one another's forms?

But you were sure of one thing. You couldn't wait to find out.

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TMNT Raph’s Karma (PART 3)

The final part in this series has arrived!

And… I hate it. BUT that could also be because I’ve stared at it blankly for at least 2 hours a day for what feels like eons and only type 50 words per session. 

Make sure to leave a comment!

WARNINGS: Cursing

PREVIOUSLY: 

“I didn’t know how to handle you. Not your temper or anything, that’s the same as before I can deal with that. When it comes down to it, I just didn’t know how to handle the fact that I’m-” you choke on the last words and you feel like you’re ready to puke at the blank expression that’s found it’s way to his face.

“The fact that you what?” Raphael questions, his voice as monotone as his expression. You vaguely notice that your chest is heaving up and down as if you had only just finished your gym session, in reality you are more anxious than you’ve ever been knowing exactly what’s about to come out of your mouth next.

“The fact that I’m in love with you.”

The silence that envelops the room is deafening; and it’s only because you’re watching Raphael like a hawk for some sort of a reaction do you manage to catch that he’s trembling.

You breathe out shakily, your voice during the confession had almost like a plea for mercy rather than a statement. His entire face has slackened and if you had to guess you’d say that he’s trying to decide on whether you’re simply fucking with him or not. 

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Yes yes and yes

TMNT Raph x Reader: Raph’s Karma (PART 2)

Here because of popular demand. THERE WILL BE A PART 3 UP TOMORROW

Also, I should warn that it has a different vibe and has none of the same atmosphere from the first fic. Also it’s very long. 

WARNINGS: Cursing,  Awkward limbo where it isn’t angst but it isn’t fluff???

You were wary at first of the lumbering giant that used to be your best friend; in fact, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that this new turtle looked like he had eaten the 5 foot Raphael you knew. 

Before you had left, Raphael had simply been an angry, foul mouthed, emotionally unstable short-ass. Now you had come back to a nearly 7 foot mass of armour, muscles and barely contained wrath.  Not to be misunderstood, you could probably have handled his temperament. Despite him being much, much, more intimidating, the cures to his temper remain the same. 

it’s the sudden charm that he had obtained that throws you off completely. His mischievous sense of humour no longer seems so innocent and cute when it’s accompanied by that smile; or worse- when he smirks.

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TMNT Raph x Reader - Raph’s Karma

OKAY SO I HAD THIS IDEA its set as like a hybrid of the 2012 and the 2016 worlds where the turtles start off as relatively short as in 5'2 like in the 2012 series and then over like 8 months they have like this exponential growth period where its one mother fucker of a growth spurt and they turn into Bay turtle height and build and stuff.

 WARNINGS- cursing, the limbo between platonic fluff and romance that does your head in, typos (typing it up on my phone), its pretty lengthy 

“Hey, Short-Stack,” you call, eyes skimming over the figure reclining on the couch. 

There’s the slightest growl in response as the terrapin turns onto his side, facing away from you. You knew he was awake, he’d been pretending to sleep for about an hour now. He’d been too still, you knew the way he slept. Raph was prone to tossing and turning unless he has something to hold, (a pillow or a blanket for example). A small smirk slides onto your face as you transfer your attention from the pinball machine to your favourite turtle.“Pickle-Bean, wanna join?” 

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I loved this!!!!!

Hurt

Raphael X Reader

Hurt

Warnings: slight cussing

He ached to see your face - to follow your face as it scavenged the rooftops to find him, to examine your mouth singing his name, to see your eyes illuminated by the pale moonlight.

"Raph," your voice soft, how he craved your voice to only say his name, how it managed to roll of your tongue not knowing the intoxicating way you spoke his name. "Raph," He couldn't resist, he peeked up to look at you. Your eyes inching across the rooftop, your arms wrapped around yourself, your mouth moving to call his name.

"Raph, why are you here?" A question you knew the answer to yet it fell from your smooth lips singing a melody that he wished he could hide from the world.

"What are you doing here?" He closed his olive eyes, he let your voice consume his ears, how he missed it. He couldn't help but slide his hand out of the protection of the air vent he hid behind, an action that didn't go unnoticed by you.

"Do the boys know you're here?" You knew the answer, the eldest had requested you to leave the lair earlier that evening in fear of what the rage induced turtle might do, as he didn't want a repeat of two days ago.

"Leo, you don't understand, you would absolutely love the Fast and Furious franchise. I'll make sure to bring them all tomorrow, we could-"

"Are you done staring at them?" Raph glared at his younger brother that interrupted him from listening in on your conversation with his older brother.

"Mikey, buzz off." Raph waved him away and glanced back at you before glaring at your hand that rested on Leo's shoulder.

"Jealous much?" Mikey teased the turtle, getting bored of his video games Mikey resorted to teasing his brother of the obvious crush he had on you.

"I'm not jealous."

"Totally are."

"Am not."

"Then you won't mind if I asked Y/N out on a date tonight."

"You wouldn’t- wait!" Raph stumbled after his brother that strutted towards you.

"Hey, Y/N!" Mikey beamed, "I was wondering if-"

He was tackled to the ground by Raphael, both fighting in front of you, Leonardo scolded his younger brothers.

"Really you two, this is immature." Leo rolled his eyes and tried to pull them apart, but only made things worse, he too became a part of the fighting mess in front of you.

Giggling, you shake your head and attempted to walk around the fighting boys that trapped you into a corner. You almost escaped from them, until Raph pulled back his arm to punch Mikey, only it was his elbow that hit something- that hit someone first. You fell backwards, holding your nose that began to drip with blood.

"Y/N!" He was the first to shout, he was by your side in a second, stammering out apologizes before his other two brothers joined him.

You waved the three off and walked towards the lab that hid the hermit of the turtles, a Donatello happily enjoying the quiet solitude of his lab before it was infiltrated. You walked in first, then the three worried turtles that were all shouting their side of the story.

After Donnie shooed them off, he focused on your nose. Luckily, it was only bleeding, as you were just enough distance away to get the bare end of the hit. This you were thankful for, having seen the turtles train and fight you knew that your injury was the better of the worse.

Even though you were fine, the turtles focused on how it could have ended far more disastrous.

Fearing that he might hurt you, Raphael averted you, not daring to look at you as if you would spontaneously combust under his gaze. Michelangelo wouldn’t delight himself with anymore pranks. Resorting to video games, comics, television to satisfy his entertainment. Leonardo was stricter on his brothers, doing everything in his power to make sure no one else would get hurt due to immaturity. Donatello, abiding Leo's rule, placed a First Aid kit next to the lab doors to ease the others for if or when someone else got minorly injured.

When Leonardo asked you to stay away and to even leave the lair to avoid Raphael's potential wrath, as during training the explosive turtle got angry for losing to his older brother, you only obeyed when his other brothers agreed with him.

But Raphael, hearing all of this, only wanted you in his arms.

"Raph," You walked towards the air vent he hid behind, "Are you going to talk to me?"

Silence following your question, you sighed as you sat down on and resting your hand next to the one that poked out of the other side of the vent.

"You know it wasn't your fault, right?" You rested your head against the vent, "It was just a bloody nose. I've ran into a pole and got a black eye that lasted like, two months. So you know, a bloody nose isn't that bad.”

Not getting a response, you continued,

"You know you could never hurt me," You smiled, "I'm too tough for you."

He didn't have to look to know you were smiling, in the same way he knew that you could tell he was smiling himself.

"Plus I can kick your ass, any day."

His laugh sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, "Is that a threat?" His hand brushed against your's, "You threaten me now?"

"No, not threatening." Standing up, you walked to his side of the air vent, you smiled seeing his face. "Just stating the facts."

He laughed again, a smile on both of your faces you offered your hand. His olive eyes locked onto it,

"I hurt you," He looked away from you, "I could hurt you again." Disgusted with what could happen, he shook his head.

You joined his sitting figure, one hand on his three pronged one, another on his moss scaled face.

"You are a giant, mutant turtle who fights bad guys for a living, I know I'll get hurt - I am going to get hurt. But as long as I'm with you guys," You leaned closer to him, "As long as I have you," His eyes flicked up to meet yours, "I'll be fine."

"Y/N..." He sighed, "What if-"

"Unless you're going to say 'I love you, too' I don't want to hear it."

Stammering incoherent words, a blush took over his whole face.

"Mikey told me."

"I am so gonna kill him." Although threatening words, he was smiling with a blush as he stared into the eyes of the person he always wanted to love him back.

"Before you do that," You pressed your lips against his, both of your hands cupping his face, and his hands placed softly on your hips. He often dreamed of kissing you, and now he knew that his dreams couldn't compare to the bliss that ran through his body. Pulling away, both panting at the passionate kiss and smiling at one another.

"Now you can go kill Mikey." Raph chuckled at your statement, before kissing you once again.

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I wish I knew! Because I wanna read it too now

Hey Yorshie!! I understand if you don’t wanna do this but would you mind helping me find this fic? I’m pretty sure I read it on Tumblr but I don’t remember who wrote it 😭😭

It’s a Raph x reader story that starts off as a 2012!Raph and reader leaves for a year or something, comes back and he’s had a growth spurt and is basically Bayverse!Raph 😅

I read it like once a while ago, and I’m just now thinking about it but I don’t remember much else..

If you don’t know, that’s fine! I’m sure it’ll pop back up at some point!

Ty💕

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Hey Plant Nonnie! Nice to see you again!

I looked around through the fics I’ve tagged/read and I can’t find any that match that description, but I thought I’d go ahead and answer in case someone that follows me or one of my moots have heard of it.

If it does end up being found though, I’d love to read it! I’m watching 2012 right now (going slow. The horror elements in it are good I just can no longer watch it with my kid and that cuts down when I can watch it) and I’ve yet to really delve into fics about those turtles.

If anyone knows of this fic, please reblog or drop a comment. Thank you!

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Daaaaammmmmnnnn

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Gonna miss you!

GUESS WHO’S LEAVING TUMBLR?

ME.

I JUST WANT TO SAY GOODBYE TO THOSE WHO ARE AWESOME AND HAVE MADE THIS FUN FOR ME!

THANK YOU.

I MAY COME BACK, I MAY NOT. IF I DO…

IT WON’T BE FOR A LONG WHILE.

I’M REALLY GONNA MISS MY FRIENDS BUT YOU’LL BE ABLE TO FIND ME ON AO3 UNDER : Redphoenixxx

(I’LL BE TRANSFERRING MY WORK THIS WEEK.)

I wish you all good luck.

Remember to have fun! 🤩

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I’ll see y’all later 😘 KEEP THE FANDOM ALIVE!

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Fantastic

Just Leonardo listening to some song's ♬♫♪

And what's your favorite song? :D

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(EDIT: Forgot to specify this is for @turtle-babe83 ‘s #tmnt trick or kink tag; Happy Halloween 🎃🎃🎃 )

Everyone say, “Thank you” to @thelaundrybitch for hyping me up to do this

And just to throw in some more goodies, I wanted to answer @/aurora-the-kunoichi’s ask what we listen to when we make things

Enjoy the mini playlist I used to slog through these; have fun figuring out which song went to which drawing (is it obvious, is it so painfully basic or is it satisfyingly fitting? yolohohoho)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ylDDs3mdJE (Portishead, “Glory Box”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3u9Wp48VpEw (Yes, I know, typical but it’s this specific combo mix; Doja Cat, “Streets”/”Freak Like Me”)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QXDnWRy6MI (Sam Smith, “Unholy”)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utAPBsSRY4U (Rihanna, “Rude Boy”)

And just to put that artist 🤝 writer solidarity… 👀 if this inspires you to write or anything… do it doitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitholyshitdoit

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This pronoun wishes everyone a Happy New Year!

I welcome 2024 and send all my blessings to those who are dearest to me. I appreciate your friendship, your kindness, your support, your time, but most importantly your love 💕

Thank you for being my friend!

Let’s make this a good year my lovely artistes, writers, editors, etc. May your talent thrive!

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Um tag me too please! I need more

Big Damn Hero

This is the first chapter of my RaphxReader(sort of OC) fic. There's more up on AO3 already, but I figured I would share it here for all of you lovely folks as well.

A loud knock sounded at her front door, stirring her from her reverie. Frantic, the sound continued as she left her project behind on the computer. Who was at her door, at this hour no less?

“April?” She asked, confusion clear in her voice as she opened the door after seeing her friend’s face through the peephole.

“Open your balcony door!” April breathed, urgency in her voice as she lurched through the door and moved swiftly across the room.

“What?” She asked, simultaneously humoring her friend and entering the security code for the perimeter. April was a trusted confidante. Whatever this was, she wouldn’t intrude so urgently without cause.

Almost clumsy in her haste, April unlatched the balcony door and slid it open. Immediately, a tall and well-built man stepped through the door - followed by another, clearly carrying something heavy. Scratch that - not quite men, per se. Tall, green, muscular men, who also seemed to be turtles. Or perhaps turtles who were simultaneously men? Turning her attention from these new uninvited guests as they continued filing in quickly, she fixed a hard stare at her friend.

“April O’Neil. You know how jealously possessive I am of both my personal time and my privacy.” She leaned against the wall, crossing her arms as she kicked a leg out almost casually. Almost. “Why have you brought a bunch of strange men to my house at,” she checked her watch briefly - was it really that late already? “One o’clock in the morning?”

Both the lack of screaming and the fact that the word she chose specifically to refer to them as being “men” and not “freaks” or, worse, “monsters”, did not escape their notice, though they had far more urgent things on their mind at the moment.

“Please,” The man wearing blue, katanas strapped to his back as he lifted something large, spoke. His voice was almost desperate. Pleading, “He needs help.”

It was then that she noticed what exactly it had been that they carried into her home at such a late hour. Instantly, her demeanor shifted as she strode quickly across the room. A fourth, massive turtle man in red.

“I can’t - my hands, I can’t-” The man in purple spoke, gesturing frantically with his massive three-fingered hands. Too big, she realized before shooting a glare at her friend once more.

“You can’t keep taking advantage of my nimble fingers as you please, April.” She turned back to the strangers, gesturing at the purple clad man briefly. “You need a smaller set of hands. On it.” Her tone was calmer, all business but not unkind towards these new figures. Carefully, gently she reached out to cradle the red clad man’s face - assessing his condition swiftly under a guise of calm. “Hey there big guy, how you doin?” Something akin to jest tinted her voice. Flirtation?

“Had better nights, personally.” He managed to ground out between clenched teeth. His voice was deep, intense - and filled with pain. His eyes were clouded with it. There was blood - a lot of blood - on the left thigh of his shorts and smeared all down his massive leg. A smattering of smaller, though possibly worse wounds littered his side. A large bruise had formed along his cheek, spreading up underneath his bandana and out from another good cut just underneath his eye. Possible concussion. She would need to assess that first, make sure there was no immediate concern of major brain trauma. A brain bleed would kill him quick, and she was definitely not set up for that sort of thing. She kept her face a light mask of calm humor as she assessed him.

“Had better nights myself, what with all the intruders in my house and all. Look at us, bonding. Something in common already.” She quipped.

“At this rate, we’ll be married by morning.” He bantered back, his voice flat and humorless - nearly sarcastic - but not noticeably displeased at the interaction.

Good, quipping back was good. His brain was keeping up with the conversation, engaging in the present without noticeable delay. “Ah, funny this one. I like ‘em with a sense of humor - always imagined I’d marry a funny guy.” She grinned at him, winking before continuing her assessment. “That leg looks like it hurts, big guy.”

“Everything hurts.” He ground out again, wincing slightly as he moved to shift. Gently, her hands on his shoulders, she pushed back against him.

No telling if he had internal damage, but the fact that he could feel the pain was definitely a good sign. Still, he shouldn’t be moving on his own just yet. How much blood had he lost from that leg wound? Gently, she placed a hand to his forehead before realization hit. “I don’t know why I’m checking for your temperature, I would have absolutely no frame of reference for what your temperature is supposed to be. I mean, obviously you’re pretty hot,” a small, sly wink, “But at this rate I’m basically just copping a feel instead of checking for a fever. You just sit tight a minute, big guy. Can’t hog all the attention, can we?” It was more statement than question as she nodded once at him before looking at the blue clad one opposite her. His expression was unreadable, other than the worry etched across his brow and into his crystal blue eyes.

April straightened from her position across the room. “I got the sheet on it.”

She had helped April far too many times with this sort of predicament. They had developed a protocol. How had this become her most consistent friendship? “Alright, Blue-”

“It’s Leo.”

She shook her head once. “No names here tonight, baby.” Another wink. “I don’t think we’ve got the time for introductions. Blue. I need you to bring that sofa bed over. Glasses over here and I will pick up Big Red, and you’re gonna slide that bad boy straight under him - got it?”

Leo looked skeptical. “I don’t think you know how much he weighs.”

“Oh, Blue. You think I can’t handle a big guy? Watch me.” The tone to her voice was light, but the look she leveled at him left no room for discussion. She felt a small rumble of humor roll through Red’s jaw against her hands.

“Yes ma’am.” Leo stood and rushed to April.

That mask of calm friendliness returned to her face as she returned her gaze to her newfound patient. It’s not that bad. We’re all having fun here. She chanted to herself internally to keep up the ruse. Any sign of concern on her part would be unhelpful to him. “Alright, big guy. We’re gonna air lift you somewhere a little more comfortable, alright buddy?” Too many ‘alright’s, your worry is showing. Her hand left his face to reach underneath his back. He offered a nod of agreement as he gritted his teeth. “Please keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times.” She spoke, that touch of humor to her voice as Leo approached, sliding the heavy sofa bed swiftly across the floor. Nodding briefly to the man beside her, she adjusted her hands to get a firm grip on the big guy’s shell. She was suddenly thankful that she had started working on her deadlift max again - he was going to be heavy. One deep breath, then she and the purple clad turtle lifted the behemoth of a man just long enough for Leo to slip the sofa bed’s mattress into position underneath him. Placing a soft hand on Red’s chest, she turned to look at the teched out turtle beside her.

“What are we looking at, here?”

“He’s got a bad gash on his inner thigh, it’s full of debris but it’s too deep and I - my hands are just..” He wiggled his large fingers in front of himself as words failed him, worry clearly displayed across his entire demeanor.

“Too big. Got it.” She faced the man lying on her couch. “Sounds like you need a gentler touch, big guy.”

“Sounds like my lucky day.” Was that.. A flirting tone? Surreptitiously, she scanned his face. No signs of delirium.

“Hey, is he gonna be alright?” The smallest one, clad in orange, stood behind her nervously. There was a deep seated fear in his voice. Beside him, a concerned Casey Jones. When had he come in?

“S’gonna take a lot more than some stupid Dragons to take me out, Mikey.” The big guy spoke, a reassuring tone to his voice to mask the pain.

“You kidding?” She responded, looking back to the orange one. “I’ve got the magic touch, man. These hands know exactly how to make a guy feel damn good.” A sultry wink, a teasing tone to her voice. A hint of something besides concern flickered across Casey Jones’ face. “Especially with Glasses over here telling me how to do it just right.” She jostled his shoulder with hers, winking slyly up at his bespectacled eyes and doing her best to keep the mood as light as possible. Clearly, everyone here felt deeply for the large red-clad turtle. Panic would help no one, least of all the largest man in the room who so desperately needed medical attention. She needed to keep them from falling too deeply into despair.

“Speaking, of,” Glasses cleared his throat, a slight blush to his face at the brief contact with her, “We need to get this gash cleaned out and closed up pronto.”

“Direct. I like that in a guy. Think you can help me figure out what’s safe to use on you guys? I am, surprisingly, entirely unfamiliar with your biology.”

The small suggestive lilt to her voice as she mentioned their biology had earned a sly grin from the purple clad man briefly, before his mind refocused onto the task at hand. “Yeah, yeah, of course! What do you have for medical supplies?”

“On it!” April called, already sprinting to your cabinets to grab the kit you had assembled after becoming friends with the brazen journalist.

“She doesn’t just keep me around for my dazzling personality, you know.” She quipped before catching the large backpack April threw her way. Unzipping it and diving her hands in, she quickly pulled out several cleansing agents - antiseptics, antibacterials, a clean needleless syringe and a bottle of plain dawn dish soap. “I’m assuming unscented Dawn is safe?” He nodded, and she looked over at Leo. “Hey Blue, those hands good for anything?” A small smile, but earnestness in her eyes.

His face seems to flush at the suggestion, but only momentarily. “I suppose so.”

“Good. I need you to grab two mixing bowls out of those cabinets, fill one with warm water and bring them both back to me.” She instructed, and he nodded before getting to his task. She readied the syringe, opening the bottle of soap to draw a very precise amount into the syringe to be diluted with the warm water upon Leo’s return and pulling out a clean washcloth and pair of pointed tweezers. His hands trembled just so, almost imperceptibly if it weren’t for the water spilling out onto your thigh as he set the bowl beside you.

“Shit, sorry.”

“I know it’s been a while, but damn. Guys don’t usually get me wet this early in the evening.” She winked at him, eliciting a deep flush from Leo as he broke from her gaze.

A loud sigh from Casey Jones. She could feel the anxiety rolling off of Mikey as he hovered just over her shoulder. “Hey Blue,” she spoke, making a calculated guess of what might distract him, “You look like you’re probably a huge weeb - got a favorite anime?”

Red winced in pain as a large bark of laughter erupted out of him, Mikey behind her falling into a smaller bout of nervous laughter - but laughter nonetheless.

“Excuse me?” Leo hissed at her.

“Oh man, she pegged you good!” Mikey laughed briefly before sobering up at the withering look Leo shot him.

“What about you, He-Man? You into that?” She tossed over her shoulder as she continued prepping her medical supplies.

“Oh, Mikey is such a weeb.” Big Red spoke up.

“Hey April, why don’t you take Hercules over here to the bedroom - really wow him with The Collection?”

“Bedroom? April? Say no more!” Mikey sprinted off, gathering up April on his way, all concern for his companion seemingly lost.

“Ah, alone at last Big Red. Whatever am I gonna do with you now?” She winked.

“Are you ever actually going to, I don’t know, get to stitching him up?” Casey Jones spoke up, his voice dripping with annoyance overtop his concern.

“On second thought,” she called out, surreptitiously raising the volume of the previously barely audible music she had playing from before April's intrusion with her phone. Ah, 'First Date' by Blink 182. How fitting for the moment, she thought to herself as she reflected on his attitude. “Take Casey with you, April. Somebody needs to supervise.” Her voice held no room for misunderstanding. Casey. Out. Now. He huffed before turning to follow April and Mikey.

“What’s his problem?” Leo spoke up, his eyes tracking Casey into the other room.

“Oh, him? He’s jealous.”

All three men looked at her, but she didn’t bother to meet any of their gazes. Too caught up in her preparations. “Jealous of what?” Glasses spoke up.

Filling the syringe with the water from the bowl Leo had provided to dilute the soap, she positioned the empty bowl beside Red’s thigh. “He thinks he’s better than you.” She paused for a moment, “Like, romantically. Honestly, I think deep down he thinks that about everyone. Conventionally Attractive Dude Syndrome. But specifically," she paused, double checking that she had gotten the dilution right before shaking up the syringe, "he's jealous because so far I have flirted wiiiiith," she looked up as she gestured at each of the three men around her and once towards Mikey's general vicinity before returning her gaze to the task at hand, "every single one of you but I have never once flirted with him. I've paid more attention to all of you this evening than I have ever so much as looked at him in the three years we've known each other. And he's got some Feelings about that. Honestly, I'm starting to think that jealousy is just how he handles stress. Now," Gentle, serious eyes sought the red clad turtle's gaze once she had all of the tools she needed in position and ready to go. “Hand.” She commanded, raising her non-dominant hand to rest open, palm up, on his abdomen - an invitation for him to place his own large palm over hers.

The faintest flicker of something she couldn’t quite place crossed his features before he grasped her hand in his. "Why?"

“I apologize in advance - this is not going to be the good kind of tingle.” She leveled her gaze at him, sincerity replacing the goodhearted humor from before. “You squeeze as much as you need.” That was not what he had meant. Why had she taken such notice of him and his brothers, but never any notice of the perfectly fine - perfectly normal - man in the other room? Instead of pursuing that line of thought, he refocused himself on his current predicament. Girl problems were a luxury he did not get to have.

“I’ll break your pretty little hand.” He moved to disentangle from her hand, but her grip held firm and steady.

“You couldn’t hurt me if you wanted to, Big Red. This is going to hurt, and I want you to pour all of that pain into this hand and squeeze as much as you need when it does.”

He thought about arguing, but the steadfast set of her face told him it would only serve to prolong the inevitable. He nodded, hoping to whatever gods were out there that he wouldn’t hurt this woman who so openly offered them nothing but kindness when he needed it most.

“I’m sorry, in advance.” Her eyes had a hint of apology in them before she broke his gaze, her posture shifting from her previous lighthearted composure to a laser-focused fixation on the task at hand as she picked up the syringe and went to work.

He hadn’t expected it to hurt so badly.

He couldn’t stop himself, his whole body tensed up as he hissed out a breath between his teeth. Without shifting her gaze from the wound, she reminded him. “Squeeze, big guy.” As if she could sense his hesitation, she continued. “I need you to relax the rest of your impressive physique, Red. Take my hand, pour all of that tension into it and squeeze. I promise, I can take it. Give me all you got.”

He hissed out another breath to try and regain his composure before he gave her one short nod. Her face betrayed no pain as he poured every ounce of the hurt and tension he felt into her hand, even squeezing his hand back slightly when the pain reached its peak. The feeling of her soft, steadfast hand in his was almost more overwhelming to him than the pain. Maybe it was the pain, maybe it was the blood loss, maybe it was his serious case of touch starvation, but the way she touched him - nearly caressed him earlier - without any hesitation had him absolutely reeling. Combined with the way she flirted with them, with him, so effortlessly, he was completely out of his element. Come on, Raph, get it together. Don’t get in your head. She's just being nice.

Carefully, she inspected the wound on his thigh. Luckily, the cut managed to stay clear of his femoral artery. Still deep enough to require stitches and affect his ability to move around well for a few days, but not as life-threatening as it had first appeared. The dirt has washed out successfully, though there were still many pieces of … something stuck inside the wound. "Is this shrapnel? What, did you throw yourself on a grenade or something Big Red?"

"That's … not too far off, actually." Glasses stated in a surprisingly matter-of-fact tone.

" 'Ppears we got ourselves a big damn hero, huh?"

"Don't we just." Glasses responded, almost like a reflex.

"Oh hell yeah, Firefly fan?" She asked, her tone light with genuine excitement as she studied the wound before her.

"I've only ever seen bits and pieces - clips here and there. Mostly popular quotes that people upload to YouTube, like that one"

"Oh man, I've got the series on Blu-Ray! Serenity, too. You stick around later, I'll introduce you to the best show ever made."

A faint smile ghosted the face of both cool color wearing men at the suggestion. No one has ever invited them to stay before. Even with April, it was always her staying at the lair, never the other way around. Who was this woman who so easily seemed to have accepted them, who seemed to almost adapt herself around them? Leo had been so hesitant to bring his brother here, had resisted revealing themselves to yet another human, yet here he was finding himself so at ease. It was dangerous to get so comfortable, nearly intoxicating, yet he couldn't stop himself. Besides, she was a friend of April's right? April would never have brought them here if she couldn't be trusted, especially with the big bruiser down for the count.

Several hours passed as she worked on Red's leg, her laser-focus honed in on retrieving every sharp piece of shrapnel she could find that would pose a hindrance to his healing process. At one point, she had conscripted the purple clad turtle's assistance in holding the wound open wide so that she didn't need to retrieve her hand - allowing Red to bask in the feeling of her soft skin against his a little longer. Imagine to himself that maybe it wasn't just clinical, maybe she wasn't just being nice. Maybe there was a hint of real, genuine affection - as if she actually wanted to touch him. Occasionally she would sing along with whatever song was playing, though it seemed as if she didn't even realize she was doing so. 'Is it cool if I hold your hand?' The lyrics of the pop-punk song played over and over in his head. She had said that she needed the music louder when she turned it up to drown out Jones' complaining, telling them it helped her mind stay focused, but the red clad turtle couldn't help the small voice in his head that insisted that she had turned up that song in particular. 'Is it cool if I hold your hand?' He found himself unable to tear his mind away from the lyrics, no matter how much he knew he shouldn't read into it. 'When you smile, I melt inside. I'm not worthy of a minute of your time.' He was what he was, after all.

"Alright, big guy." Her voice broke his focus, bringing him back to the present. Back to her. "The worst part's over." She set the tweezers and the bowl now filled with bloody water and debris aside, picking up her suture kit. "Now we can finally put these nimble fingers to use making you feel good, Red."

Another wink. Maybe it was the exhaustion, or the blood loss, but he could feel her worming her way into his brain. It didn't matter that they'd never see her again. She would be seared into his brain forever.

"Unfortunately, I am going to need that hand back though."

He couldn't help himself, he felt his heart sink at the loss of her comforting touch. He hadn't needed to squeeze much to control his tension after the first little while, but he also hadn't been quite willing to let go either.

Pulling her hand back, she wiggled her fingers around and massaged her palm. Noticing the immediate concern on his face, she smiled at him. "It just needs a good stretch after being in the same position so long, Big Red. Like I said, I can take it. Now," Her gaze shifted, a sly smile creeping across her face, "this part is where it gets a little handsy. You ok with that?"

He hoped she didn't see him gulp before he gave one, sharp nod. "I can take it." He found himself nearly blushing as he echoed her words. She placed a careful, sure hand on the far side of his wound, and Red was absolutely ruined. Her gentle, almost exploratory touch on the inside of his thigh lit his brain up like a Christmas tree. No one but his brothers had ever been so close to him, and they’d certainly never been close to him like that. No one - and certainly no woman - had ever touched him in such a nearly sensual way.

Actually, aside, from April's occasional friendly touches, no woman had ever touched him at all.

Her careful touch turned more firm as she returned to her work. The sutures were more careful than his brother's. Her seemingly delicate hands were strong, nimble, and fast. Red found himself wishing he could come to her instead when he needed medical care. Get a hold of yourself. Too soon, her touch left his leg as she studied her work.

"You're very skilled at that. What caused you to become a field medic?" Glasses asked her. Donatello. She had picked up his name while she was working, Leo had used it to scold him about something.

She cast a quick grin at him while leaning back to grab a fresh washcloth and soak it in the bowl of clean water. "Ah, you have to increase your friendship level first to unlock the tragic backstory. Haven't you ever played a companion game?" Wringing out the washcloth, she ran it along the wounds that peppered his side before she looked back up at Red and stood.

"You don't really strike me as an NPC kind of gal." Donatello quipped back.

"Flattery only gets you so far, mister."

The purple mask across his face didn't quite hide his blush.

"Hey Big Red, I'm going to take care of that cut you've got on your face - but we're gonna have to get a little up close and personal to do it. Think you can handle that, or are you sick of me yet?"

Red's eyes widened for the briefest of seconds before he regained control of his face. Keep it together, man. "Uh, yeah. I mean, that's fine - do whatever you gotta do." He nodded, trying his best not to verbally trip over himself and look a fool. 'Up close and personal'?

She reached out a hand, offering it towards him. "You'll need to sit up for this."

He didn't need her help, but he grasped her hand and let her hoist him up to a sitting position anyway. He was beginning to think he might be addicted to this, to the casual way she placed her hands on his mutated body. Touch starved, that's all. He was just … touch starved. Nothing more.

But when she came closer, when she ever so carefully straddled his good thigh, when she leaned in close enough to feel her measured breath on the sensitive skin of his jaw, when she lifted her hand and used it to touch his cheek in what could nearly be described as a caress, he knew he was well and truly fucked.

"You sure you're good, big guy?" She asked softly, the hint of flirtation still in her voice as she searched his face for consent, ensuring there weren't any boundaries being broken. Good natured flirting was one thing - physical boundaries another. She knew from experience.

"I’m good," he breathed. Better than good.

"Jeez, do you guys need to get a room?" Leo asked, visibly enjoying the opportunity to start teasing his bulkier brother.

She noticed the faint flush that lit Red's face. "I have one," she responded casually, bringing the washcloth to dab gently at his face, "you're in it." Throwing a glance over her shoulder at him, she narrowed her eyes playfully. "What, do you like to watch or something?"

"Gross," Leo laughed out, "that's my brother."

"Brothers, huh? You know, some people are into that." A low, sultry tone to her voice as she looked Leo dead in the face with a wicked smile. The absolutely disgusted grimace the three of them made broke her controlled, flirtatious facade and she let out a small laugh. "Don't worry big guy, I'm just fuckin with ya."

Studiously, her hands graced along Red's face as she refocused on the largest brother. "Hey, Glasses. Can you grab me some butterfly strips out of that bag? I don't think this is gonna need stitches." Carefully, nearly hesitantly, her eyes chanced a glance at the big guy's eyes. They were so close. She hadn't noticed how green they were before. How different shades of it danced through his irises like those photos of far-off nebulas from the Hubble telescope. Mesmerizing. She wrenched herself away as the leaner brother offered her the strips, refusing to meet his gaze again as she patched up his face. The very faint trace of a blush dusting her cheeks did not escape his notice. "Well, big guy, I think you're all patched up. How's it feel?"

Red let out a short grunt as she moved up and away from him, trying to hide the unsettling combination of disappointment and relief at the sudden distance between them now. "Better," he nodded, "Thanks."

"Alright, guys, let's move out." Leo spoke loud enough for Mikey to hear as he stood, turning to face her and bowing once in respect. "Thank you, for your hospitality and your assistance." He moved toward the door as the purple brother grabbed big red to help him up.

"Uh, where you going?" She asked, a trace of bemusement underneath the question.

"We appreciate your assistance, but we can't encroach on your hospitality any further." Leo spoke.

She blinked once, twice, three times as she looked him over. "Yeah, so, it's 5 o'clock in the morning, in June, and I'm pretty sure that April didn't come up 17 flights in the elevator to my front door to let you in from the balcony for convenience reasons. The sun'll be out in like 15 minutes."

Leo looked nearly stunned. "5 o'clock?" He hissed, nearly a whisper.

She offered him a sort of 'don't know what to tell you' face. "Look, you're all obviously beat up and exhausted." She nodded towards the bedroom, walking towards the security panel to reactivate the system. It was unlike her to leave it unsecured for so long, but she'd gotten so caught up in making sure they were ok that it had slipped her mind. "The bed in there is a custom king - it's like 8 feet wide on a solid oak frame. It'll fit at least two of you. Red stays here on the sofa bed so I can keep an eye on him, make sure that concussion isn't more worrisome than it looks. There's a big papasan in the corner by the bookshelf in there too, surprisingly easy to fall asleep in. Go. Get some rest." The panel beeped quietly as she entered her code.

Letting out a big sigh as his brothers looked nervously at him. It was his call. He shook his head. "I - thank you. It's a generous offer, but we can't. We've put you in enough danger. Staying here would just make you a target."

There was purpose in her stride as she walked across the room, grabbing the bloody washcloth as she made her way to the heavy blackout curtains across her balcony door. Her face was unreadable as she grabbed the edge of the curtain and opened it to reveal the pink and orange hues of the start of a new sunrise. Her eyebrows rose pointedly, staring into Leo's eyes as she slid the door open and tossed the washcloth out.

It fell to the ground in singed pieces as it passed the threshold, the security system activating at the motion. A nearly imperceptible laser grid flashed, slicing the cloth apart. Her face was still impassive.

"I think I've got it under control."

She didn't miss the excited gleam in Donatello's eyes as his brain sparked with excitement. This was proprietary tech, no doubt he’d never quite seen anything like it.

She nodded towards the bedroom again. "Sleep. Go. Now. Let me worry about everything else." Her voice was firm, but kind.

"What about you?" Donatello asked.

She paced back towards her computer setup. "Don't worry about me. I've still got work to finish - I was going to pull an all-nighter anyway. Now seriously, stop arguing." She leveled a hard gaze at them. "I can promise you won't win."

Leo hesitated for a moment - but only one. He had to admit, the thought of a good rest on a mattress that wasn't pulled from the junk pile sounded really appealing. Even if he had to share it with his brothers. Something deep inside him that hadn't stirred since they were preteens reached into his chest too at the knowledge that someone was inviting them to stay. It almost felt like … being wanted. He shook himself out of his thoughts and moved to action, pulling Donatello with him. "Come on man, let's make sure Mikey didn't break anything."

April & Casey emerged, bleary eyed and passing them on their way out of the room. "Raphael. You feeling better?"

He nodded to April. "Yeah, your friend here worked some real magic."

She smiled at him. "I knew she'd get you fixed up." Turning to her friend with a yawn, she hugged her quickly before stepping away. "Thank you so much, for everything. We're gonna get out of your space, get some shut-eye. Let me know if anything changes, ok?"

"Yeah, yeah." She waved her off, returning to her seat at her desk. "You owe me big time for this one, O'Neil! 4 hours," she hollered after her as she left through the front door. Throwing an arm over the shoulder of her chair, she faced Red. "Alright, big guy. You gotta get some rest. I'll check on you in a couple hours, make sure you wake up and your brain's not bleeding or anything." Smiled briefly at him before turning back to her desk and placing her headphones back in her ears, silencing the stereo system as she switched listening devices. "Get some shut eye."

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welcome 2024

I'm repeating myself, but still Happy New Year!

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[raphslovemuffin80]

Happy birthday Big Daddy

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