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marwhoa · 9 months

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request: All four of the rise boys with a gn!S/O (separate) who has super powers (like controlling plants or something) but the boys dont know about it AND s/o goes out as a superhero/vigilante?? I think it would be really cute if they banter while out on patrol and stuff

🝮 “ two-in-one ”

rise boys x g/n

author’s note: woo, i whipped this up quick, feeding y’all good. Two fics in like three, four days? Nice

word count: 5.2k

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Mikey 💌

Your hands, slick and sticky from the city rain, rose to twist the cloaking gem that hung around your neck. Blue-hued skin shifted into a more human-like shade, and with it came the courage to reach out to the green stranger who sat precariously at the roof’s edge.

“ Hello…? ”

Swam your delicate whisper, straight over to his ears, wishing to provide some kind of shelter from the sorrow. Mere seconds passed before he whirled around like a startled cat and stumbled off to the side. Now up to his feet, he cleared his throat as his frantic blue eyes searched your silhouette for something…

As his heaving chest slowed down and his eyes wrinkled back up with their tears, shrinking from their widened, frightened state, you wondered if he had found the answer he needed as the sadness flooded back through him.

“ It’s not fair, ” the stranger started, fisting tears from his eyes roughly before gesturing wildly to the rumbling city below, “ We’ve saved this city time and time again, and how do they repay us? ” Something told you those weren’t questions that seeked an answer, but rather sought a listener. Donning the necessary role, you gave a simple nod and took a step forward. He mirrored, stepping back, but continued.

“ Without fail, we’re always there, we’re the only ones stepping up, and each time they just—! ” He threw his hands up in frustration and let them fall back to his sides with a grumble. The blanket of silence paved the way for response, but you left it be and did what instinct told you—held out your hands with a smile. Whether he caught it through all that rain or not, you simply stood your ground as he poured into your embrace instantly. It was almost as though this was what he wanted all along.

From that day, you had decided to become a hero for the city—but not for them. Call it selfish, but your role was to lighten their load. You wanted to make their job easy, so as to bring a smile to your peachy hero’s face, all while trying to boost their image. You would sign your acts as though they were done by the brothers’ request, strengthening their image as the city’s protectors, covering every corner to pave a way for peace, rather than damage! As a hero, you simply had went uncloaked, known by the city as the Chameleon, on part of your shifting ability. With just a touch of your antennas upon your opponent, they would be downloaded into a library of skins for you to fit into. Donning their appearance, you would pull from their abilities and thwart villains left and right, lightening the load in the turtley heroes’ backs.

But, behind your cloaking broach, you were none other than plain, human Y/N, the beloved partner to the orange hero, Michelangelo! At first juggling the two identities was easy, but you would soon find yourself experiencing trouble and in quite the conundrum.

A fool from space appeared as the villain this go around, targeting the brother heroes in a pathetic attempt to take over the city as her own. If not for her annoying control of plants making her out to be a challenge, you would have been able to take her down before the brothers had to lift a finger! But now, here you were, fighting alongside them against the villain, trying desperately to slink away without your perceptive beloved connecting the dots on who you were.

“ Chameleon, we need you to copy her power and hold back those plants! “

Commanded brother blue, to which you chirped back a “ gotcha ! right on it, sir ! “ Fighting alongside them would have been a delight, if not for the cold seeping into your veins as your dearest boy grabbed your hand and stared into your big black eyes with a squint.

“ Say… You sound awfully familiar, have we met? “

“ Me-Met?! No! I mean, ahem, no, perhaps you have heard me on the tell of vision before, or the news! “

Putting on a fake accent instantly, you tugged your hand away and left the dumbfounded boy with more questions than answers. Your focus turned to the gap between you and the villainess, Phyro. The battlefield has made its way to the park, which only served as a perfect place for one whose whole shtick is plants. Each time you tried to close the gap, her plants would bap you away as though you were nothing but a small inconvenience to her.

“ Now now, what have we over here~! You’re one of those Harbins, aren’t you? That race of little adventurous warriors, how’d you make it all the way out here? “

You skidded to a stop, paling a bit at the acknowledgement. Coming this far was a goal for only one reason—escape, from the place you once called home, hoping to never hear that name again. With a dry chuckle, you shook it off and wordlessly lunged forth, ducking and weaving over viney tendrils drilling towards you.

“ Your kind is usually awfully talkative, how strange. “

Phyro continued, jerking her wrist to puppeteer more plants zeroing in on you.

Luckily, a second plan had been set forth, and while she watched only you, she had all but forgotten four others who also had it out for her. The platform of wood that she perched highly upon was set aflame in one fell swoop of the grinning orange hero, who ducked for his brother clad in purple to land a hit that sent her flying. Straight to your feet she collided, groaning as she writhed on the ground.

As you crouched down, quick to slap a pair of cuffs to her wrists while contemplating whether she’d go to the human’s jail or the hidden city’s, you were negligent of the creeping vine reaching for the gem that hung on your neck.

“ What is a Harbin doing, parading around for such a small planet? Rare for your kind to be found alone. “

Your antenna flicked as you teetered back and forth from “ ignore her and leave “ and “ entertain the captured villain. “

Foolishly, you chose the latter, but who could have known?

“ I just wanted to get away, that’s all. Sometimes you wanna be more than what you’re raised to be. “

“ Intriguing. And to be more, is to be someone else? “

“ What? “

“ CHAMELEON, WATCH OU—“

The vine shot through the gem, infecting it with a pulsating green hue that seemed to layer and combine both the illusory you and the actual you. Your human form washed over your appearance. The glitching identities seemed to flicker back and forth, unsure which to settle on as Phyro rose to her feet and quickly backed away from you. While trying to shift, to tail after her, you found yourself rendered powerless.

“ Y/N…? “

Slowing down from his run, Mikey seemed completely confused as he scanned your frame on the floor.

“ You’re Chameleon? “

“ I can explain! “

“ That’s so—so cool? But reckless, Y/N, why would you do that? And wait, was that a cloaking broach—which form is you? “

He ran off question after question while you just stared at him in a daze. Meanwhile, his brothers were quick to tail after Phyro, but not before Brother Blue called out, “ vamonos hermanos, she’s getting away! “

“ Oh—right, Y/N, stay here! “

He turned, ready to pursue his brothers and the villain, until his hand was tugged. Shoved playfully to the ground, you leapt to your feet and blew raspberries at him.

“ As if! “

Mikey stared wide-eyed as his partner, who turned out to be the incredibly helpful Chameleon, left him in the dust. Uhh, excuse me? Not a chance in hell would he let you out-hero him!

“ Hey—HEY! WAIT UP ! “

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Leo 💌

Your rise to the status of hero was all BUT planned. It started out as an attempt to seem cool and snowballed into something bigger than yourself.

Picture this, you were just a human, normal in every way—except for the fact that you may have somehow charmed THE city’s hero, Leonardo Hamato!

… Well, Leo and his brothers, but come on, the real star of the show was obviously your boyfriend. You might as well have been his number one fan, pulling the strings behind the scene to aid him in battle and make him shine. His brothers would whine about him having s special little helper, but you knew that was nothing more than hogwash and obviously they loved you—who doesn’t?!

“ Leo, duck! “

You shouted, yanking down a lever that would set off a rather impressive—if you do say so yourself—trap to douse the flame-rider villain of the day. It may have splashed a brother or two, but it also slowed down TREMENDOUSLY their enemy and left him crumbling into a pile of annoyed coal, yipping and yapping about how “ that was cheating! ” A comment which was awarded with agreement by the drenched brothers,

“ Yeah Leo, we’re a team, ya gotta include us if y’all got a plan. ”

“ It got results, why’s it matter if you get just a little wet? ”

Leo teased, high-giving you as you emerged from the shadows and joined his side.

“ Yeah, no harm no foul! ”

They scowled at you, but you shrugged it off with a little peck to your boyfriend’s cheek—a gesture that was met with groans of disgust from the audience of red, purple, orange, and… villain!

Acts such as these were your thing, pulling strings and doing things to give Leo a leg up. Of course over time you learned to be a team player, and soon you carried out tasks and laid traps that the brothers had illustrated in plans, but you were still a worker from the shadows for the heroic four! That is, until one little date night led you to a treasure trove of information—your boyfriend loved magic tricks, and you’re sneaky little self may have overheard the perfect place to get a book of magic!

Tailing your unknowing informant, you had inadvertently landed yourself in a city under yours, something called the Hidden City—for obvious reasons. If not for its far-from-human city goers, you would have assumed you stumbled into an extra bizarre black market, but you knew better than to believe such nonsense. This was a city of magic folk, and what better a place than to find a book of magic? Weaving down dizzying paths, you eventually stopped before a shop ironically advertised as the “ MAGICIAN’S BOOK STORE “ and dipped in to find the book.

Your one mistake was thinking these books would be of the sorts such as “ Pull a rabbit out of a hat, oooh! ” or a “ dozens of scarves from your throat, fantastic! ”. Book in hand, you would rush home to practice your newfound spells to amaze and put on a show for your amazing boyfriend, Leo.

Instead, you paved the way for a new hero to step into the light, Daybreak, a magician with more than a few tricks up their sleeves. Opening the book had caused an instant change of appearance, a masquerade mask to seal facial identification, and a flashy performer’s fit to give you a spunky look whirled across your body. You never did get to hold a private performance for Leo, but you DID manage to become his favorite hero! Well, second favorite, but Jupiter Jim isn’t real so he doesn’t count, so number 1 favorite! But, still, you were Leo’s favorite hero, and he always brightened at the sight of you appearing on the scene!

Though, you did have to dodge his trying to introduce you to, well, yourself, multiple times.

“ C’mon, Breaker, you know my secret identity, let me know yours! “

“ Leonardo, EVERYONE knows your secret identity. It’s not exactly a secret if it’s the only identity you have. “

Grinning, your hand rested upon the book at your hip, charmed to a smaller size for it to stay on you at all times.

“ Oh, say, don’t you like magicians? “

“ Of course, who doesn’t? Wait, are you going to tell me you will hold a personal magic show for just me because we’re friends? “

Giddily, he stared at you starstruck, and you could only look back with a wobbly grin.

“ That was, uh… Oddly spot on, yeah! “

He beamed for a second, then quickly reached for his phone.

“ There’s no danger, so I’m going to call Y/N and tell them to come see—you won’t mind a plus one, would you? ”

“ Ah! No need, don’t bother them, haha, I’ll just give them their own personal show after you! “

Leo hesitated for a second, as though the idea of watching this without you seemed unpleasant, but he recovered soon enough and obliged.

Rising to your feet, you unclasped the bag hanging at your waist and pulled out your spellbook.

“ Let’s see, what’s the perfect opening act… Ah! I got it. “

You cleared your throat, stepping back from the roof top’s edge and falling straight down. Leo lunged to react, but was taken off guard as you rose back up in a lounged position, carried by a wind spell that needed no verbal cues to activate.

“ Come one, come all, to Daybreak’s suave display of tricks. For our opening act, I shall put a spin on the ‘rabbit out of a hat’ trick! “

Eagerly, your one-man audience watched with a stare so intense that you couldn’t fight the flush of red upon your cheeks. Every day you wanted to expose your secret to him, tell him you were his number one hero, but every day something odd lingered over your head, banishing such an idea.

But, never mind that. Tonight it was just you and Leo, and you were going to finally give him the magic show you had always planned to give him!

Maybe Y/N and Daybreak can remain two different people for a liiiiittle bit longer.

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Raph 💌

Being a hero wasn’t your first idea. In fact, it was the farthest from it. You began as a lowly thief, a worker for Big Mama. Just a witch with an ability no one could imagine as a hero’s. You could turn to marble and turn others into statues, swim through stone and concrete as though it were water, and in the concrete jungle, who would have ever imagined being a hero over anything else?

It only became a seed in your head after a particular hero from the surface had planted the idea and tended to its garden. A particular museum in the city that never sleeps had come into possession of a particular yokai you had turned to stone yourself years ago, albeit by accident. This yokai happened to be a powerhouse that a certain bigwig ring leader was practically salivating over, so you were hired to retrieve them.

Through seas of concrete, up to the surface, you had easily come out on the inside of the museum whose walls were concocted of the finest stone money could buy. As you dove through the walls and found yourself in one of the many exhibits of the trove of stolen art and artifacts, dodging the security was an easy feat. All you had to do was strike fancy poses, hands gracefully held in delightful positions with fabric cascading around your silhouette in the classic fashion that everyone appreciates from marble. Guards would pass you, stopping if only to admire whatever Artist could have perfectly carved stone to emerge your figure, then continue on their way.

If anything, your missions were delightfully fun. Paid to pose about and easily escape with whatever it is you were sent for? It was enough to cloud the negative thoughts of a life of villainy.

That is, until you had accidentally released the yokai with a misuse of your power. The powerhouse roared to life, shoving you away with ease before setting its sights on the rest of the human’s city to release years worth of pent up energy.

Describing yourself as a villain wouldn’t have been the proper terminology, not even an anti-hero. You were just a witch getting by however you saw fit. Thus, the idea of letting not just your ticket to money get away but simultaneously letting your mistake wreck havoc on topsiders, well that just didn’t sit right with you. So you pursued, through the hole, eyes zeroing in on the path of debris left in the rampage’s way.

That was when you met him—what was it he called himself again, Red Riot? No, something about an angel? Whatever it was, you couldn’t help but hold your breath when he intervened. You were trying to get in close enough to land a firm smack across the monster’s face, to spread marble throughout its body once more, when a voice rang out and distracted you. Stumbling away to narrowly dodge succumbing to his strike, your eyes searched for the source and watched the red blur slam down between you and the yokai.

“ It’s not safe for you! ”

He roared, turning to you in a rather interesting red & black get up. Bewildered, you watched as he caught the yokai’s fists with ease, even pushing him back in a battle of strength that he was lopsidedly winning. At such a sight, you didn’t blame your heart for skipping, nor did you blame your breath for hitching in your throat. But, you would blame him for labeling you a “ damsel in distress”.

“ Slow your roll, big boy, who said I needed saving? ”

The hero gawked at you as you climbed his shell and leapt off his shoulders, landing a clean swipe against the yokai right as he reached out to seal you in his vice grip. Just as the stone coursed through his body, you swung on the outstretched arm, plantings yourself into a neat little sit on the marble forearm.

“ I won’t lie though, handsome, your heroic knight act gets a solid 10 in my book. ”

“ Are ya a hero or…? ”

The red hero straightened up, tilting his head in a curious puppy fashion. It was the toothy grin that tripped your heart into yet another skip this go around.

“ … Wouldn’t you like to know, Big Boy? ”

Before he had even a chance to answer, just an outreaching hand, you unpocketed a trinket from Big Mama herself that instantly delivered you and her next prized fighter right at the foot of her desk.

The next time you saw Red Reign was by accident. You weren’t on a mission or anything, but you had stumbled upon a scene between him and some mutant. With a clean dive into the city’s cement, you peeked your head into the conflict enough times to get close enough to his enemy. One tap later, and marble coursed through their body, immobilizing them as you climbed from the stony surface as if you were stepping up out of the pool.

“ You— “

He stilled, watching you before his eyes narrowed.

“ So yo were one of Big Mama’s lackeys. ”

It was your turn to pause, cocking your head to the side with confusion.

“ One of Big Mama’s—no, no, you mistake me. I work under no one but myself! Your accusation pains me, Red Reign~ ”

Purring, you neared the flustered hero and circled him. He loosened, though still watched you carefully, gaze shifting to the marble statue he fought mere seconds before.

“ Ya never did answer my question, and I never caughtcha name, either. ”

You stopped in front of him, eyes meandering about as you contemplated a response.

“ It’s Y/N. ”

“ Nothin’ special, just Y/N—ouch! ”

You laid a playful hit into his arm, sticking out your tongue and blowing raspberries at his comment.

“ Hey, my name is special! And yeah, I’m not some nutjob like you, mister Red Reign. ”

“ Oh, fair. ”

He clicked his tongue, and you both shared a bout of laughter before he gestured to the villain.

“ I’ve gotta haul him in, wanna come with? Y’know, to unstonify him? ”

With a shrug, you grabbed his arm and swung up to neatly sit on his shoulder. Patting his shoulder, you crossed your legs and purred.

“ Lead the way. ”

Raph began to expect your company, whether on casual patrols or in the heat of battle. He had began to see you as a hero, perhaps even a spotty sidekick, over time. That assumption only served to get him hurt in the end though, when you stared him down on the other end of justice’s stick.

“ Y/N, what are ya doin’?! ”

He hissed, grabbing your arm and gripping it solidly as you attempted to slip away. Over time, he had become far too accustomed to your stone swimming ability to let you get the upper hand on him. Planted, you tugged a few times before looking to glare at him.

“ My job, Raph, now let GO! ”

His other hand shot out, grabbing your free hand to try and wrestle its contents out.

“ Ya can’t do this, Y/N, we need to confiscate all Kraang remains fer public safety! ”

You squirmed away, hold not loosening even a teensy bit on the kraang parts you were trying to swipe. See, a certain weapon-smith in the Hidden City was offering top dollar to whoever could bring him in alien tech, and only a fool would pass up this kind of job.

And you were no fool.

“ What do you take me for, Raph, a hero!? I’m not ONE OF YOU, okay? I never was! Now let me go, or else. ”

Your tone grew dark, as did the gaze you gave him. He faltered, but stood his ground. Your eyes never held such hostility towards him, but then again he never stood in the way of your antics. So, since he hadn’t let go, your other hand latched onto his wrist and held on tight as marble started to climb and cover his wrist, arm, then shoulder.

His eyes followed the creeping material stiffening his body, then locked with yours. They swirled with an emotion that caught you off guard, but nothing could have prepared you for his response. Meridian eyes, glistening with threatened tears peered into your shaky hues, pleading goodness. It was a silent ask for mercy.

“ Y/N… Don’t do this, please. ”

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Donnie 💌

Heroics were not your thing at all. If anything, you and your friends constantly joked that you’d be a villain way before you were ever a hero, so how did you end up becoming a vigilante for New York’s evil-doers? Why, it was such a silly reason, truly. Not a soul would ever know the real reason—well, except for you, of course. Mystic abilities were something you knew in and out, partly due to it being an innate part of you.

You were born half of a magical being, the child of a human and a yokai. Your father would have loved to see you become a protector, to use your magic to protect other humans like your mother, but unfortunately he didn’t live to see it happen, and you had sworn off that kind of responsibility. Far too much to weigh in your shoulders! You, a protector of the city? Depended on by all those people? Never in your wildest dreams would you have stepped up to such a role.

That is, until you found yourself on the receiving end of a vigilante’s help. It was during the threat of apocalypse when you met him, a mutant clad in purple with the signature of mystic enchantment. When the alien goo had set its sights on you, seconds from engulfing you and possessing you to become one of the mindless soldiers to the invaders, it was the turtle boy who slammed down with his purple magic who saved you. And, well, could anyone blame you for falling in love?

The way his freehand took yours, hoisting you up as though you were as light as a feather, holding you behind him while his other hand masterfully wielded a technologically improved Bo. How he swept you up, immediately taking you to safety—and not even leaving once he dropped you off! He let you down and turned his focus to some device adhered to his forearm, asking you all sorts of questions for your well-being.

At the end of it all, he had but one simple question for you, and that was “ are you okay? ” With your nod, he disappeared off into the night, likely to save other cityfolk in just as much danger, but god had you felt so special in that moment.

So much so that you longed to encounter him again, thus going against your own ruling against heroism.

And boy had it paid off.

“ Doooonnnniiiieeeee, there’s no way Fun-Gus is going to be right here in exactly, what, 3 minutes? ”

“ Have faith, dearest Illusori, by my calculations Fun-Gus will land right there in, correction, 2.43 minutes—not 3. ”

He gave you a sly smirk, knowing it irked you whenever he was technical with small details, but you would be lying if you said it wasn’t one of his cute traits. Plus, he was usually always right. As you both waited in place for the fungal mutant to touch down, a timer ticked away on his device—juuuuust in case his calculations were off.

“ Fun Gus appears on the scene! ”

Roared the mushroom villain as he hit the pavement, right as an alarm went off.

“ Called it! ”

“ Ugghhhh, annoyed sigh! ”

You groaned, snickering at the playful glare he gave for your copying of his little “ saying the action aloud ” habit.

“ Whatever, copycat, you know the plan! ”

He kicked off, lunging towards the villain, while you nodded, determined to execute your part ever so perfectly! He might even just give you praise…

Ah, wait, don’t get off topic! Focus, that’s your cue! With closed eyes, the world drowned out around you as magic welled at your fingertips. You could feel the power surging through your veins, tingling with so much pressure that it was almost a bit overstimulating, but onwards you pushed. Soon, an illusion would seep into Gus’ perception, duplicating Donnie’s image around him and amplifying the mystic display of his own magic.

Of course, only one of the Donnie’s was real, since your magic could only play illusion-based tricks.

Just as powerful, though. Especially on victims who had no clue of your ability.

“ Whether there’s five or a thousand of you, turtle, you can’t defeat me! ”

Annoyed, Gus slammed his palms into the ground and forced dozens of mushrooms to sprout up—all surging towards Donnie. With one slow rotation of your hand, the mushrooms vanished from sight, further confusing the villain as he stumbled back, dumbfounded.

“ Huh—what? Where—“

He glanced up as the Donnie Duplicates closed in, all syncing into one as he landed a heavy hit into the mushroom’s cheek. He rolled and tumbled a bit, instantly rendered unconscious, thus cuing your part to drop the illusion. The world around you three warbled and popped, revealing a mushroom-covered space.

“ If you give me a couple more minutes, I can come up with a great mushroom pun for this! ”

Trotting up to his side, unceremoniously stomping a couple ‘shrooms on the way, you have a cheeky grin as your partner in crime groaned at the thought.

“ No, no, no, no, nope, not happening. I’m going to ensure you do NOT get the chance to make any sorts of puns. ”

Donnie crouched down, plucking a few mushrooms from the villain’s face, then dropping them into a vial.

“ Are you spore you want to be that close to him? ”

“ That was terrible. ”

Crouching beside him, you smiled fondly at the slight grin he gave to a “ terrible joke ”. Reaching forward, you poked his cheek lightly and he pulled away with an ever-growing grin as he swatted your hand back.

“ Ah, but who still smiled? ”

“ An unimportant observation! ”

You had snuck your way into Donnie’s heart, securing your part as “ Patrol Partner ”.

But, as charming as you were as his vigilante plus one, no one could blame either of you for wanting more. There had been plenty of times, as the two of you readied to part for the night, that you yearned to reach out, grab his hands, and go “ hi, my name is Y/N, and i really want to go on a date with you! ”

and just as many times had Donnie needed to resist pulling your retreating form back, locking eye contact, and requesting that you become more than a patrol partner.

Luckily, that stage had been set on the night of a particularly uneventful patrol that landed you both in a prime location usually used for couples bonding. Following a trail that turned into a dead end, you both lingered at a clearing where the trees perfectly framed what might have been the only part of the city where the stars were visible.

“ … Illusori? ”

“ Mm? ”

You perked up, turning to see him completely enraptured by the view. He leaned back to sit in the grass, and you followed suit almost instantly. Soon, you were both laid back, watching the stars twinkle. Silence tiptoed around you both for a few seconds before he finally breathed in deeply and exhaled.

“ Who are you, really? ”

This was the moment you had been waiting for all this time, and yet here you were, at a loss for words. Before awkwardness could plateau, you glanced at him, then sat up. Propped up by one of your arms, you leaned over him and hesitated. As Illusori, your magic would play its part by also hiding your identity behind disguise, but this was your chance to finally drop that disguise and potentially become closer to the one who started this whole “ vigilante double life ” to begin with…

So, taking your own deep breath, you gave a wonky smile.

“ That depends, can I request ‘Mrs. Donatello’ as an acceptable response? ”

“ … ”

With widened eyes, Donnie averted his gaze and looked everywhere but you. Nervousness crept up your throat as he began gesturing with one hand while the other laid behind his head as a pillow.

“ Y—Ahem, you may, if only I can request permission to see you beneath the mask. ”

“ Only if I can see you. ”

“ What? My mask—it hides nothing! ”

He shot up, completely taken off guard by your request, but loosened up as your laughter indicated that was sarcasm. With a twirl of your hand, the magic hiding away your true appearance slipped away, and all he could do was stare. Wide-eyed, he soon broke the silence with a whistle.

“ Wow, you’re… ”

You could practically see the hearts in his eyes as his gaze on you softened with a heart wrenching smile. God you were in love with him.

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ju1cyfru1t · 5 months

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rottmnt x reader || S/O who bites (out of love and affection obvi)

Rise! Donnie, Raph, Mikey, Leo x Reader (separately)

fluff? :D, gn reader, romantic (established relationship), BITING mmmm, mild swearing

Donnie

- the first time you bite him, he jumps and lets out a loud yelp, “ah! ow! what in the name of-“ then just stares at you in disbelief. absolutely incredulous. and has to take a while to process. why? why- HOW could you do this to him? after all he’s done for you?

- don’t play with him he HAS and WILL bite you back and NOT in a loving way

- he is ALWAYS on his guard

- you go in for a hug? you lean in to kiss him? you turn your head ever so slightly in his direction? his whole body tenses up. you’re giving this boy trust issues. he will physically, STILL GENTLY, push you away with his mechanical spider arm thingies…heaven forbid you bite those too….

- “Do. NOT. Bite me. Y/N.” “…”

- ^— “DO NOT. This is your last warning.”

- “Yes, Y/N. You’re very ferocious and vicious. Now STOP biting me.”

- “Sigh. That is NOT affection, Y/N.”

- “AH! Don’t bite me while I’m working, please…Don’t bite me ever!”

- “If you want to ‘show affection,’ you could just…I don’t know, hug me? or hold my hand? the biting is unnecessary.”

- NOT a fan of the biting at ALL

Raph

- The first time you bite him, “AHH!” he is confused. he does not understand. are you trying to attack him??? do you wanna throw hands??? what did he do to deserve that??? he does not want to throw hands with you

- he really does not see how biting is supposed to be showing your affection but whatever you say 😭

- his skin is pretty thick and rough. I mean you’d really have to sink your teeth in to hurt him so he just lets you. it actually lowkey tickles to him.

- “Careful. Ya don’t wanna bite my spikes.”

- it’s definitely not his favorite thing in the world but he doesn’t mind terribly if it really makes you happy and as long as it’s just you trying to show him love

- chooses to just take it as a sign that you want attention and/or some kind of affection

- would never bite you back tho

- however, I don’t suggest catching him off guard with a nibble cause he might start swingin 🤺 and would feel absolutely horrible abt it

Mikey

- the first time you bite him he’s offended. you’re gonna bite HIM? 🤨 yeah, ok buddy. he just squeaks in surprise and rubs where you bit him, looking at you like ‘😟’ before biting you back. he is taking it personally until you tell him you’re just showing affection cuz you love him soooooo much

- he’s perfectly ok with it then as long as you don’t bite him too hard

- LOVES to give and receive affection anyways so he makes it really easy to bite him when he’s clinging onto you all the time

- always giggles and squirms when you bite him

- returns your bites with kisses all over your face

Leo

- the fucking most dramatic ever

- the first time you bite him he acts like you just shot him

- “OWW!! OWIE! Ugh! Y/N! How COULD you?! BETRAYAL” while gripping where you bit his shoulder and whining like a toddler even though it did not hurt at all and you didn’t leave any sort of mark whatsoever.

- ^ drops the act completely when you tell him it was out of love

- now every time you do it he thinks you’re trying to flirt with him 🤞😔 and I mean I guess he’s sort of-ish right

- honestly he doesn’t really care but definitely teases you about it /ns

- “yeah? do I taste good, Y/N?” /ns!!

- “ow! ok, ok! not too hard!” while giggling

- “mhm…now kiss it better.” makes you kiss where you bit him every time.

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now I know I ain’t the only one who bites like that 🤨

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shroomaz · 4 months

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The Disaster Twins!🟣🔵

I thought this would be a funny thing to draw- turns out it gives me life seeing this brotherly cool colored pair have fun✨✨✨

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #rise donnie #rise of the tmnt #donnie #leonardo #disaster twins #tmnt fanart #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt leo x reader

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yanteetle · 7 months

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TEEEEET OKAYOKAY SO I WAS THINKING....YAN DONNIE VS YAN LEO??? LIKE THE TEA BETWEEN THEM.....

Oh, you mean Yan Donnie and Yan Leo VS Y/n?? Now Let's talk about that <3 /hj

As much as I love the disaster twins fighting each other over y/n, I've seen enough of it that I've gotten a strange craving for them teaming up against y/n. They'd obviously bicker and fight each other still, but when it comes down to business, these twins don't play around <3

Imagine you slip up on an especially important rule (or try to escape) and they start looking at you like this while they decide on what punishment(s) to dish out..

Leo would not hesitate to add fuel to the fire, and it that can only mean that Y/n is absolutely fucked. I will not elaborate any further <3

Taglist: @dynaspamm @faetaiity @fried-milkfish @milks-thoughts @hearteyedracooon @crystallinecryogenics @monster-fluffer @syrinxmeadow @zxphy @mellytumbles @nekonekoastume @sockidox @temmerlover @ramblehour @redak-ted @unnamedindividual @lampylamperson

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tmntfixationxreader · 2 months

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Y/n: Would you love me if I was a beach ball?

Donnie: We both know how I feel about beach balls... So no.

*****

Y/n hours later: *sighs loudly*

Mikey: What's wrong, Y/n?

Y/n: Donnie says he doesn't love me...

Donnie, yelling from his laboratory: AS A BEACH BALL!!

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #leo x reader #mikey x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #donnie x reader #donnie tmnt #rise donnie #rottmnt donnie #donnie x y/n #donnie x you

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fishsticksloser · 5 months

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First of all, LOVE ur blog

Second, can you do rise boys x reader, but reader just randomly calls them by their full Name when their in trouble-

Thank you!

-stars

Full Name

RotTMNT x gn!reader

Warnings: full name = trouble, swearing, short

A/N: Time is moving so weirdly... Posting today cause I was just so busy and out of it yesterday

Donnie

"Donatello Hamato!"

His full name?

You must be angry

He's sweating bullets

He keeps a pretty good poker face, just nervousness showing in his eyes

He smiles nervously when you come into his lab

Oh yeah... You're mad

Leo

"Leonardo!"

Oh shit...

What did he do?

He racks his brain trying to remember if he did anything bad

He grins anxiously, remembering what he did as you walk in

He'll act like he has no clue what you're talking about

Mikey

"Michelangelo!"

You never call him that!

He immediately comes to find you

Seeing you upset about something he did

Immediately apologizing

He feels so bad

Raph

"Raphael Hamato!"

You used his whole name?

He is worried

He goes to find you

When he sees why you're upset he's on his knees apologizing

He'll tell you "Raph didn't mean to" or "sorry, baby"

He hates upsetting you even by accident

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khayalli · 2 months

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some soft, sweet and domestic moments for the boys this valentines day!

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popcat69 · 9 months

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Rottmnt boys x youngest sibling!reader who is a sweetheart, but moves super quietly and will just disappear and appear at random (regardless of how illogical it may seem).

WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? HoW dId YoU gEt Up ThErE!?!?

Rottmnt x sibling!reader (PLATONIC!!)

Notes: i'm gonna imagine that reader is like maybe a few months younger than mikey also love this idea <3

Warnings: giving the boys heart attacks

You always just appear out of nowhere

Your poor brothers are always so confused and worried

“Have you guys seen our sibling?”

And you just appear behind him opening a can of soda and Raph just jumps turning around

I feel like it quite difficult to scare donnie he's like almost desensitised to it at this point

It was 3:34 am and you couldn't sleep and donnie was just working in his lab and you just teleported behind him

“What chu doing?” “AHH-”

He put multiple trackers on you after that incident

There are times where mikey would be trying to teach leo and Raph how to properly cook without burning down the kitchen

You and donnie were just there for the show

Power duo for real

I headcanon that leo is pretty much an insomniac

He's walking into the kitchen at an ungodly hour to get like cola and chips or smoothing like that

Turns to open the fridge and just sees a small pair of legs dangling from the top.

He looks up seeing his little sibling just sitting on the fridge

“I cant get down…” “HOW DID YOU EVEN GET UP THERE?”

Honestly starting to get concerned for you (mans gonna Raph chasm soon)

Raphs always now pestering leo to keep a first aid kit on him now for you

You and mikey together are like an epic duo

Always finding ways to scare the crap out of Raph

You and The guys found a abandoned construction site one time and it basically become your favourite place

When you saw it there were stars in your eyes and you were jumping around excitedly

Thats when they all knew they messed up

One second you where sitting on the floor with them the next your on the highest railing

“Hey..wheres _____?”

They just start looking around for you frantically. Donnie is still sitting down looking at his phone before looking up

“Found them”

“____!” “OH MI GOSH!!” “GET DOWN!”

They worry so much they might as well start growing grey hair

Their begging you to stop

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landsel · 9 months

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The dangerously infamous Hamato Family Head is looking to expand into alternate avenues of business. When Leo Hamato learns of the lucrative fine art world, he develops a plan. However, he needs a clean art curator without a criminal record to appear legitimate. Finding one in this city turns out to be harder than he thought...✨

So I couldn't decide on to either make a comic or write a fic for this MafiaAU idea I have... so I'm gonna do both! I'll be writing chapters and highlighting the visually interesting parts with comics~

It'll be a reader insert and filled to the brim with lots of angst and violence~! Characters are in their late 20's with Raph being 30 at the start of the story. Update schedule is loose, so keep an eye out!

Hope you enjoy~! 💙🐢💙

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tmntxthings · 1 year

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Fun fact: Turtles touch/tap the face of their partner as a form mating display, so can we get some head canons of the rise boys unconsciously/involuntarily touching their s/o face, like cupping their cheeks with one or both hands habitually whenever they're in arms length or tapping/brushing the back of their hand on s/o cheek to get their attention?

Turtle Taps

author’s note: here you are cute anon!! i was smitten with this idea but it only came to fruition bc of @marwhoa’s encouragement hehe

warnings: fluff, kisses, established relationships, unedited

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Leonardo

he would poke

idk but i imagine when the two of you were close friends, borderline dating, he’d ‘annoy’ you by poking your face, especially those chubby cheeks of yours

you would complain, batting his hands away, and as friends that was fine but when the two of you started dating it would hurt his feelings

“I can’t help it!” “You’re just too cute!” He’d repeat those excuses, not truly explaining the full meaning behind his repeated actions. And Leo would’ve never told you!

The two of you were dozed off during a movie marathon in the projector room. Laying in bean bags that were pressed together, Leo had made sure his was close to yours. He woke up first and as he turned to see your sleeping form his hands went out on their own accord.

Cupping your cheeks gently and his thumbs giving soft taps. He felt so happy when you snuggled your face further into his hands. So happy in fact that he couldn’t help it when he started poking those chubby cheeks

Your eyes snapped open, “Leo!” You grumped, wanting nothing more than to fall back asleep. His hands would freeze, his eyes widening, feeling badly about having gotten caught and your rejection as you batted his hands away once again.

He quickly got up, mumbling an excuse about getting something to eat. His immediate reaction had you sitting up, feeling guilty for having hurt his feelings you finally did a google search.

‘Why do turtles tap faces?’ Upon further research after being so utterly shocked at the initial results. You felt like a fool. You got up, blushing furiously as you rushed to the kitchen. Leo was faced away from you but he heard your approach and asked if you wanted something to eat as well. “We got leftover piz-

He stopped short as he felt your hands encase his face. Then hesitantly only out of nerves, you started to lightly tap his green cheeks. Leo was a churring mess, moving too fast so he could turn to see you. You pulled back and he was smiling brightly, face awaiting for you to continue your earlier actions

So you complied, hands going out once more and you tapped his cheeks, the smile Leo gave you practically blinded you. “You could’ve told me what this actually meant!” You complained, poking his cheeks in the same annoying way he would, but he’d just nuzzle his face into your touches

“Yeah I guess I could’ve,” he mused. He had been too embarrassed to just say it. That and he just wasn’t the type to admit the truth that easily. But if he had known your reaction would’ve been this he’d have spilled sooner. You smile and shake your head, stilling your hands and pulling him close to plant a sweet kiss to his snout.

Michelangelo

Mikey would squish your face in pure excitement. He’s just so happy, he can’t contain himself, he’s squishing your cheeks together.

He could be on the whole other side of the room, or not in the same space at all, but he’ll run through the lair, find you at random and squish your cheeks together squealing about something that excited him.

Definitely happens so much that you’ve accepted it at this point, you’ll see him barreling towards you (yes he’s tackled you to the ground a couple times when you weren’t prepared for him to jump you!) and accept your fate

You try to play it off sometimes like you’re annoyed but truthfully it’s just so cute and endearing, when he’s reallyyyyy happy or when the two of you are alone he’ll squish your cheeks together and peck your lips with a soft kiss. A flurry of them too, you’re not just getting one kiss

Many many swift kisses in rapid session, and let’s say he just won in a video game, the arcade room empty except for you two, he’ll give the room a quick scan before he’s on you

“Y/n!!!! I wonnn !! Hehe did ya see??” He squishes your cheeks together while he speaks and as soon as he’s done he’s kissing you before you can answer, you hadn’t seen him win, you were playing your own game but he didn’t need to know that

Once he parted you spoke though your speech sounded slightly off because he still had his hands cupping your face, squishing, “ ‘hat’s awesome Mikey” he’d blush, coming down from the excitement

It was like his thoughts would come after he took action, taking note of his hands and how his lips felt, he’d pull you closer, slower this time and giving you a breath-taking smooch

Only this time he had forgotten to glance around beforehand so he flinched as he heard the snap of a camera. “Oh don’t mind me lovebirds, just documenting for future-“ Leo stopped midway realizing Mikey was actually quite close all of the sudden

“Give that here!! Leo!!” Mikey yelled chasing after his older brother. Of course it had been Leo, laughter and yelling could be heard throughout the lair and you were sure everyone would be witnessing this spectacle, you chuckled strolling at a leisure pace after your orange clad turtle

Donatello

Donnie brushes you with his hand

It doesn’t happen often and when it happens it surprises Donnie the most out of the two of you

He’ll be overthinking or had gotten so overworked that Donnie will blink and suddenly you’re in front of him with worried eyes, your mouth moving but he doesn’t hear anything as his hands reach out as if by instinct and he’s brushing the back of his hand against your cheek

He’s blinking slowly and watching your expression soften as you gingerly do the same to him, giving him time to move away if he doesn’t want your touch. But this time he does want it, he’s exhausted honestly but as soon as he feels your fingers brushing against his green cheek he’s sighing

Like he’s expelling all the stress and worries he had minutes earlier, he’s leaning into your touch and it’s like his battery that was depleted is now recharging

He stays there, nuzzling his face into your hand as Donnie continues brushing or just holding your face close to his own. Once he’s charged though he’ll blink and suddenly remember himself, pulling back sharply and blushing a darker green

Coughing into his fist as you pull back, smirking at his embarrassed reaction, “How about we eat some pizza and you go to bed? Hmmm Donatello??” Teasing him no doubt but making sure he understands that it’s probably best to take a break from his projects

“Sure, sure.” Donnie’s standing stiffly, one hand coming up to cover another fit of embarrassed coughs as he swiftly leaves the lab, you follow him smiling to yourself as your own cheeks felt warm.

Raphael

Raph gives you light taps

He’s always treating you with an extra amount of care. He’d never forgive himself if he was the cause to your pain.

Raph isn’t as shy as he is with his feelings towards tapping you, but he is similar in a way that he doesn’t do it super often

If you’re around and the two of you aren’t alone he’ll probably hold himself back but if you are alone he likes greeting you with light taps to your cheek

He’ll be a blushing mess, eyes cast everywhere but at you and Raph will give you sweet gentle taps, he only makes eye contact when your hands cover his, giggling at his expression

“Still so shy even after all this time?” You quip and Raph gives you a bashful grin, “Only with this!” And he’ll kiss you easily to prove the point. He definitely isn’t shy about that which shocks you more since these cute taps don’t seem that embarrassing

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marwhoa · 9 months

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request: fem! reader, romantic, one shot. so the idea was the rise! boys (individual.) with a s/o who has thick unruly hair that curls after being wet. (like.. if their hair was at their shoulder blades it would curl to above their shoulder.. speaking from experience) the reader always straightens their hair bc they find the curls kind of ugly?? and in some turn of events the readers hair gets wet and curls in front of em and get all embarrassed but they are consoled or sumthin!! very fluffy idea and it's not super deep :^( soz!

🝮 “ errand day ”

rise!boys x curly-haired!y/n

author’s note: no need to apologize, love :33 but wow this one took me a bit. I didn’t know if I wanted to do it cause I have straight hair, so this required investigation, interviewing, and research! Hopefully my findings resulted in a relatable read 😎 the request was for a fem!y/n, so there are some tidbits indicating feminine identity :))

word count: 4.9k

The schedule for today was nothing special, just a couple of errands and a visit to some oddball friends of yours. Going over the to-do list for today, you hummed under the warm water and scrubbed shampoo through each layer of your thick curls. Dread washed over you through fatigued arms, tired from hovering over your head and getting to work.

With a huff, you plopped conditioner into your hand, thudded the bottle down onto its shelf, and then worked the conditioner from the middle and end of your hair. How much easier would this whole thing be if your hair was straight—quicker, too. No need to walk through layers, ensuring each section got ample cleansing, just a simple touch and go. 15 minutes flat, and you’re out!

But no, here you were, having passed through more than enough songs in your shower playlist to constitute well over an hour.

“ What a bother.. ”

You mumbled, turning the nozzle for the shower straight to off and tugging down a shirt to scrunch your hair dry with. With a towel wrapped to dry the rest of you, you stepped out onto the bath mat, stared at the products, blow dryer, and straightener eagerly awaiting your daily routine, and felt your shoulders get even heavier.

Look at the bright side, surely you’ll grow muscles eventually from this, right? Having your arms up all the time, getting to work on such an unruly, mind-of-it’s-own head of hair?

Right?

After almost two hours of working your magic of taming the beast into straight, silky locks, you finally were released from that lab of a bathroom, ready to venture out and begin your errand run. First on the list, groceries! Your fridge was running pretty dry, and that just wouldn’t do, now would it?

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Mikey 💌

It wouldn’t truly be Mikey if you weren’t given periodical check-ups, messages asking how it’s going—and it definitely wouldn’t be Mikey if responding to these messages didn’t instantly open the door to any old conversation in the book.

♡ MICHEL

how successful is the grocery run

YOU

they were somehow out of bread? How is that even possible? The whole bread aisle, gone?

♡ MICHEL

ohhh…

ur not going to like this

[sent an image]

You gawked at your phone upon being sent a selfie stating your dearest, Mikey, and some sort of… giant loaf? Behind him?

YOU

Dang

Can you save me some bread off him?

♡ MICHEL

Gross

But tempting…

Maybe! ᗡᗡ:

You shook your head and pocketed your device, continuing to rummage through the aisles for the last items on your list. At least they have everything else. Unless some sort of “ Milk & Eggs ” monster intends to turn its head in your direction. With a cart full and a list fully crossed out, you went on forth to pay, bag, and head back to base to drop off the goods! Next on the list was going to b—

“ Y/N! ”

There was no chance to respond or even look before you were swept up in familiar arms. Grip tight on the plastic bags, a scream got caught in your throat as your eyes locked with Mikey’s. Why hadn’t he told you the battle closed in on where you were? Not a text or a call? He placed you down a couple streets later, flicking his nunchucks to return to the battlefield—but, not without planting a kiss on your cheek.

“ Sorry, didn’t want you to become toast! ”

With a wink, he shot off, and your hand dove for your phone to send a text.

Of course, that’s when you saw the incoming messages.

NOTIFICATIONS

You have four new messages!

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♡ MICHEL 1m ago

I SEE U, GOING 2 GET U K?

♡ MICHEL 3m ago

Aw man, Savers Saturday, look, Doughy’s made it … (expand message)

♡ MICHEL 4m ago

You’re at Anchor’s Market, aren’t you?

♡ MICHEL 4m ago

Are you on Fourth and Avenue?

… Alright, so maybe he won’t get chewed out. You laughed lightly, continuing home to drop off groceries when suddenly a blur zipped straight past you and completely drilled through the wall beside you. Stunned silent, you slowly followed its aim of trajection to see none other than “ ♡ Michel~ “ getting launched down Fourth street, taking parts of the street with him.

So much for not becoming toast, huh?

“ Mikey! ”

You rushed to his side after he hadn’t popped straight up like usual. He was a bit dazed, staring at the sky when you approached.

“ Whoa.. what a pretty Angel.. ”

“ Why you—shut up, you flirt, are you okay? ”

“ I am now.. ”

He groaned, taking your hand as you helped him up. Leaning against you for a second, he inhaled sharply then jumped up.

“ Alright, I’m ready! Oh, but you’re too close to the fight, Y/N, I should—“

You shushed him with your index against his lips, shaking your head then pointing at the rather large… behemoth… Breadhemoth? No? Okay.

“ I’ll be fine, just focus on thaaAAHH! ”

Your eyes trailed up to yet another projectile, this time zeroed in on Mikey, and he was quick to pull you close and turn with his back to the bullet.

With a heavy THUNK, the bread ammo bounced off his shell and managed to pulverize a fire hydrant right beside you both. Right as the water spouted out, the creature neared. Alongside it came Mikey’s brothers, whose attention zeroed in on the geyser shooting from the damaged hydrant.

“ Michael, you genius! ”

Shouted his brother, Donatello, as he gestured to the water. The brother in red, Raph, followed his point and nodded, slamming his fists together with a grin.

“ Right, water will make this big guy all soggy! ”

Just as they instantly went along with this plan, Mikey was a step away from joining before all his boyfriend senses shot off at once. Subtle sniffling reached his ears, and he was quick to whirl back around to make sure you hadn’t been hurt.

While physically intact, you were sopping wet, and it was then that his attention trailed straight to your hair.

“ St—Stop LOOKING, Mikey! ”

Your hands rose to feebly hide the growing lion’s mane, your straightened curls frizzing like an aggravated cat’s fur. All those hours of work, ruined by some run-of-the-mill New York trouble—and in front of your boyfriend of all people, who had yet to see your hair’s natural state. Before that sight, you expected disgust or, or insults—something! Anything, along the same caliber as you thought when you would see such thick curls in the mirror.

Instead, the opposite came. A soft voice and delicate touch, grasping for your wrists and gently bringing them away from your face. You flinched, jerking them back, but his motions remained. Soon, you relented and let him move your hands back to your sides.

“ Hey, Y/N, it’s okay. Did that scare you? ”

Picking up on what might’ve actually upset you, he danced around it, and you simply averted your gaze.

“ Your hair—“

“ Don’t. ”

“ No, it’s—I love it. ”

You stiffened, taken aback beyond belief. It was a reaction unlike any you had expected. Many people before him had less than savory words to say, like “ fix that rats nest before you go out! ” or “ wow, you’re not even going to try? ”, or even “ wow, bad hair day? ”.

Never love, though. He loved your hair? Even, even in such a sopping, frizzy state?

“ You’re fibbing.. ”

Your lips quivered into a pout, and inadvertently you tugged for your wrists to be free.

He let go, but only to wipe clear your rolling tears. Mikey leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, tucking and brushing some unruly clumps of hair out of your face.

“ Of course I do, just look at it? There’s a bit of heat damage, but for the most part it’s so long and healthy! What’s not to love? You should wear it like this more, in fact! ”

With such a genuine, beaming smile, there was no doubt in your mind whether he was telling the truth or not. Through in and through out, he loved your hair..

Maybe..

Maybe you could learn to love it, too…?

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Raph 💌

Would it really be an errand run without Raph jumping to the opportunity to tag along in some way, shape, or form? Albeit out of the public eye, down winding roads with narry a soul in sight, Raph accompanied you on the trek to Silver Market. Partly to spend whatever time he could with you, partly to protect you from whatever threats lurked down New York streets—no matter the hour!—, and partly because he just didn’t fancy the idea of you carrying heavy groceries home alone.

Not like you minded any of these things. His time was always appreciated—so, you snuck a kiss on the cheek just before the Market’s street.

“ I’ll try to be quick, okay? ”

“ Take ya time, Y/N, ‘m in no rush. ”

He returned the kiss, stepping back to meld into the shadows in a way that never ceased to amaze you. … or scare, if even just a teensy bit, because how the hell?

But whatever, you turned on your heel and ducked into the air conditioned market to begin going down your list.

At the same time, Raph waited outside, watching the people pass by, none the wiser of his presence. His eyes trailed to the sky above, noting the diminishing sunlight. Odd, considering the hour, but as his eyes caught the darkened clouds, it made total sense. It must’ve been bad weather moving in.

Raph turned to the alley’s entrance, searching for you. As a smile crept on his dreamy, dazed expression, he couldn’t help but think of how much happier he was when you were brought up. Without fail, the thought of your cute li’l self brought smiles for days. And who would he be, if he didn’t fight to protect you?

See, he and his brothers used to fight for the sole purpose of protecting the New York people, but after meeting you?

Well, he couldn’t help but be driven to clear the streets of crime just so that you would have a safe place to be. Evil-doers should always beware of a hero with something to protect, because he would stop at nothing—

Nothing. He thought, watching you finally peek the corner and rush over, to ensure you stayed safe.

You trotted down the alley, looking every which way for him. Assumedly he would have stayed here, right? Unless something happened? You fished out your phone, two seconds from shooting out a text to get his attention when a shifting of shadows caught your eye. Of course, you smiled as your beloved hero stepped out with a toothy grin, you should have known he was staying there.

“ I finished! ”

“ Raph can tell. Let me help—“

He bent down, slipping the bags from your hand with ease, and purposely leaving you with the lightest one. You rolled your eyes playfully and began walking the way back. It wasn’t long before you noticed the dark overcast, not the distant rumbling as you looked over your shoulder towards its direction. It’s going to rain soon, you thought, twirling your straightened locks in your fingers.

“ Yer nervous. Scared o’thunder? ”

You shoved Raph away, laughing, as he neared you with that goofy grin of his.

“ You could say that. More like I just don’t want to get wet. ”

He nodded thoughtfully, picking up the slack.

“ Then let’s get movin’ ”

Despite the quickened pace, the rain was faster and eventually caught up with you both right before you reached the steps of your complex. Both of you rushed in, slamming the door behind you and breathing heavily from the sprint. Slouched over with your hands resting against your knees, you couldn’t help but notice the cascading locks that were curling up. Grocery bags thudding against the floor as your hands made quick work to push the hair behind you, out of your face in a feeble attempt to hide it behind you. As lighting illuminated the room, it’s loud KAKOOM echoing, Raph noticed your uncharacteristic quietness.

“ Y/N? ”

Raph rose to full height once he caught his breath, watching you with a confused look as your face flushed with embarrassment. Tears welled up and fell down your cheeks in large globs, immediately startling him.

“ Wh—! What’sa matter, Suga’? ”

Just as lightning flashed outside, Raph was right in front of you with his forearm resting against the door. Leaning down, his hand held your face delicately and wiped away the tears.

“ Is it the storm? ”

You shook your head, pushing him away. Realistically you could never move him, but of course he wouldn’t do anything to upset you, thus letting himself be knocked aside. Raph watched your frame retreat deeper into the apartment, likely to your room, and waited a couple moments before he pursued.

It wasn’t hard to pick up the soft sobs over the rain, but soon a gentle knock on your door roused your attention.

“ Go away, Raph.. ”

You slurred your words through tears, rubbing them away while cursing your ruined hair.

“ Y/N, suga’ please, can Raph come in.. ”

No fair, you thought as your hand reached for the door knob, he knew using a voice that gentle would always get to you.. With a subtle click, the door would creak open until finally the green and red peeked in. He found you on the floor and sat.

“ Oh.. Is it ya hair? ”

Cocking his head curiously, you couldn’t help but sneer and avert your gaze. That was answer enough, apparently, since he seemed to exhale and mutter “ thank pizza supreme ”. Confused, you stared at him with enraged sadness. He was thankful? Glad you were upset about your hair? You opened your mouth to chew him out, only to be tugged into his lap and hugged.

“ I was worried it was sum worse. Why’s ya hair the problem, ‘cuz ‘s not so straight no more? ”

The gentleness with which he twirled his finger in your hair had quelled your anger if not just a teensy bit.

“ Yeah, it’s… It’s hideous, unruly, I hate my curls! ”

Your hands rose to yank on the curls that dared rear their heads from the rain, but big warm hands caught yours before they could.

“ Ya hate ‘em? But suga’, they’re a part a’ya, and I love all o’you. What’s to hate? ”

Sending it wasn’t a question but rather a statement, you held your tongue and watched him.

“ The way they frame ya face, how they have no single direction, well I’d be damned to not love ya in any form, Y/N. Ya hair makes ya look like some cute vixen, and they, well.. ”

He seemed a bit bashful, escaping your gaze and shifting his view to all over the room instead.

“ I like ‘em cause they remind me a’my spiky shell, what with how they jump out atcha! ”

With a beaming smile that big, you couldn’t help but snort and bury your face in his chest.

“ You goof.. ”

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Leo 💌

Leo wasn’t one to let you go long without hearing from him, but as you ran your errands and eventually made it back home, the silence on his line had been a bit unnerving. So, with the produce shuffled into your fridge, cabinets restocked, and every inch of the house replenished to all its glory, you swiped up your phone and gave him a ring.

“ Alright, tough guy, what’s the deal? ”

You playfully growled, tapping your fingers along the counter as he sputtered confusedly at the end of the line.

“ All day, and not a word from you? What am I, chopped liver? Doesn’t the sweetest girlfriend to New York’s hero deserve even a little bit of ‘phone blowing-up’ treatment? ”

The laugh on the other side was enough to enliven you. Leo continued talking, so you straightened up and made your way to the couch before stopping to almost a skidding halt.

“ Wait, you’re where—?! ”

Looking to the window behind your TV, the silhouette on the fire escape made a scream catch in your throat. It was none other than Leo, who hung up and came in after sliding open the window.

“ I said I’m here, now get on your finest swimsuit, mi amor, for I have found the world’s greatest spot! ”

“ Wh—Leo, What?! It’s—“

You whirled around, staring at the clock displayed on your oven.

“ It’s 8 pm, Leo, can’t it wait til tomorrow? ”

“ Nonsense, now hurry and change before I change you myself. ”

His hands grab your shoulders, tugging until you’re at the door of your room. He taps, faking as though he’s wiping dust off, then gives you a push into the room. Leo winks before closing the door, likely waiting right outside for you, so you kick away an imaginary rock and start to change.

“ NoNsEnSe, he says.. ”

Grumbled under your breath, you adjust the straps on your top while in the mirror. Once done, your focus settles on your hair, still in moderately good condition from this morning’s straightening. Better safe than sorry, you conclude, as you neatly pull your hair up with a bandana that just so happened to match your top. Strands are tucked away before you give a curt nod and go to open the door.

“ I heard that, by the way. ”

Leo looks down at you with a side eye, grinning as you roll your eyes.

“ Whatever, lead the way, bully. ”

One second, you’re standing in the hallway of your New York apartment, the next second you’re staring across an inky lake that’s captured the sky’s likeness, with stars rippling like fish on it’s surface. A gentle breeze rolled by, tugging at your hand, beckoning you forwards to greet the water. Stress, fatigue, even fear slip off your shoulders, as though the lake itself were taking the uncomfortable coat off to hang up on a hook.

“ Leo… ”

Your voice was meek, paling in comparison to the sight laid out before you.

Leo smiled, letting you take in the view a bit longer. He stepped down the dock, it’s creaking catching your ear as he neared its end. Even the groaning wood under the weight of its visitors was charming.

“ I’m waiting.”

Leo smirked, standing in his signature “ go on, applaud me—PRAISE me ” pose. You simply rolled your eyes and approached him, dropping down to sit at the dock’s edge. Your feet dipped into the abyss, met by a crisp temperature that begged your immersion into the depths.

“ Fine, this is pretty good.. YOU did good, though I could’ve been spared the on-the-spot forced dress-up. ”

The water was disturbed by Leo leaping in, to which you shielded yourself from the splash back. He was greeted by you scolding him for not giving a warning, brushing it off with laughter.

The night air was filled with banter between two lovebirds, with Leo trying his damndest to coax you in with him, and you’re dodging each with yet another quip. As the minutes melted into hours, the stars couldn’t help but focus on you both. Their lights reflected in your eyes, blinding Leo into a lovesick haze as he couldn’t do anything but just..

stare…

“ What, is there something on my face? ”

Confused, your hands searched your face, tucking aside a strand. Inspection complete, nothing out of the ordinary, you looked back to Leo and found his expression had shifted to a more devious one.

Uh oh.

You somehow knew what was coming next.

“ Leo—Leo, no, don’t you dare—-“

His hand shot out, grabbing yours.

“ LEO—NO, NOOOOO—!!! ”

Yanked forth, the world seemed to slow down as you screamed out, plunged under. Your eyes peeled open, stinging slightly, but catching a glimpse of the purest enjoyment painted across your boyfriend’s face.

As you both resurfaced, with his laugh now audible, you gave a huff and wiped tears and dripping water from your face.

“ You play too much, Leo, I said no! ”

His expression dimmed, dropping like a fallen curtain as he watched you grab the floating bandana. Enraged, hurt eyes glared at him, but he couldn’t focus at all on them as your hair began curling into the most gorgeous display he had ever laid eyes on. This was the first time he saw your hair this way, not straightened, but rather..

“ And stop staring, I know it’s ugly! ”

“ Stop that. ”

“ Wh—? ”

Stunned, you looked to him. There was no hate in his eyes, no disgust or repulsion. Your frizzy curls were there, bright as day, yet here he was staring at you as if your beauty never faltered…

“ Stop calling yourself ugly—frankly it’s an insult to me, the king of gorgeous faces who would never dare date an ugly woman—but even worse, it’s an insult to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of calling mine. ”

Leo’s hand cupped your cheek, pulling you in to plant a kiss on your lips.

“ But, how—why aren’t they ugly to you? ”

“ Uh, because I said so, that’s why. ”

“ That’s n—LEO! ”

Definitely done as a move to win this argument, Leo’s arms wrapped around yours firmly. Your body lifted straight out of the water before being dunked unceremoniously.

While your hair was already wet, he didn’t have to make it more wet!

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Donnie 💌

By the time your errands adjourned, it was a quarter past 4, and you were heading home. The walk had been rather tame, as quiet as it could be for a city regularly wrecked by mutants, aliens you name it. Today would have gone down in the books as the most normal, had you not gotten a message from your beloved requiring your presence at the soonest available time. Something about a new project coming to its end?

Whatever it was, you shot off a response that said your company would come once groceries were up. The other errands planned for the day could wait, especially since you were just itching to see whatever it could be that had him so needy for you to be in the lab.

“ Bags empty, trash cleared away, house—“

You gave a once-over to your living room and kitchen countertops before nodding with a hum of approval. It would appear that Donnie’s chariot would arrive, post-haste, without a second to spare.

Thus, keys in pocket, jacket donned, and shoes tied, you left your apartment complex and made your way towards the least shadiest alleyway to simply “ disappear into. ”

In record time, you were approaching the lair from the winding underground pathways, and giving quick hellos to each brother you passed. Your being in the lair wasn’t exactly a rare sight, but whenever you were here, it was usually always for Donnie. So, none of the brothers would really hold you long—lest they wanted to risk a brotherly wrath.

“ Donnie~? ”

Your sing-songy call was accompanied by a rapping upon his lab’s doors, which slid open shortly after with a “ fwssh ” and gust of smoke. You coughed, wafting it away as you stepped into the room.

Unbeknownst you you, your hair had already began reacting to the rather humid lab, lifting into the curls they so dearly longed to return to.

“ Ah, Y/N, your timing is much appreciated! ”

While his voice came from god knows where, your eyes landed upon his figure emerging from curtains that you were sure had to have been a new addition to the lab. Maybe his experiment was behind there? His greasy hands were rubbed into clothes, leaving behind oil marks as he pushed up his goggles and shot you his characteristic grin.

“ Just behind this curtain is a contraption that shall better the lair, an update to my previous ‘betterments’—a betterment to the betterments, so to say! ”

Whatever point he was trying to make went straight over your head as you simply nodded affectionately, trying to follow as best you could.

“ Right, right, Donnie. But, dear, can you please enlighten me with what was sooooo important you had to interrupt errands day? ”

Without a word, it seemed as if a lightbulb went off in Donnie’s head as he nodded and reached for the curtain.

“ So, it should come to no surprise to anyone how much the new lair has needed robot assistants! ”

“ It really doesn’t—“

“ Nonsense, so of course you are the first one I thought of when I felt Odie should be introduced to someone! ”

“ Oh you’ve named him already? ”

You leaned your weight on your left leg, hand perched neatly on your hip as you waved your hand. Donnie shushed you as he reached for the curtain to reveal his newest creation!

“ Ta-da! ”

Behind the curtain stood the blocky silhouette of a robot—one made with parts you were sure you recognized from a certain animatronic, but never mind that. There was something a tad bit weirder.

“ Why Odie? ”

“ I show you my genius, and you linger in the name? ”

To your eager nod, he could only give a loud sigh, literally labeled aloud as “ loud sigh. ”

“ Odie, otherwise known as 0-D-1-3, his model number. Now—“

Before he could turn back to the bot, a loud clanking sound got both of your attentions.

“ Oh, that’s not good—“

“ What’s not good?! ”

Both of you stared directly at the bot after it took a hefty step forward, clattering down a hammer to hit the floor. Its oculars shifted mechanically around the room before settling in you and Donnie. An unsettling smile began to grow on the analog mouth it had, but just before it spoke, its foot stepped on the fallen hammer. Slipping immediately, the creation slammed into the lab’s hard floors, buzzed and circuited, then promptly stopped.

“ … Dam—“

As though censored by an otherworldly being, the bot exploded, sending Donnie diving for you instantly to shield you from harm’s way. The sprinklers caught on shortly after the smoke reached the ceiling, and he simply exhaled annoyedly into a recorder as he went on about “ attempted 26, failed ”. He continued to look over you, free hand resting right beside your waist as he detailed this outcome.

You, on the other hand, were both spooked by what happened in a matter of seconds, and also the water raining down in you. There wasn’t even a chance of you processing how close your boyfriend was, nor the precarious position, all paling in comparison to the heaviness waying over your chest at the way your hair was gradually lifting off your shoulder. Shrinking from the long silky locks, you were sure that unruly mess of curls were all coiling up into their snakelike appearance that you cursed every morning in the mirror.

Whilst speaking, Donnie’s eyes wandered until they caught your teary, paled expression. He had noticed the new hair style, but the importance of that was far below the importance of ensuring you were okay.

“ Dearest, what’s the matter? ”

He searched your body for wounds, calling Sheldon to bring a towel as the sprinklers halted. Once brought, he wrapped you in it, but flinched when you tried to push him back.

“ Hey—“

“ Don’t touch me—don’t look at me! ”

Baffled beyond belief, all Donnie could do was slouch back and watch you with analyzing eyes. His gaze scanned and scanned, searching for what might have caused such a reaction, but all he could come up with was: cold & wet, hair no longer straight like usual, shoved to the floor after robot exploded. He could only hope you wouldn’t blame him for struggling to figure out the problem.

“ I… I’m sorry if that spooked you.. ”

“ It’s not that. ”

You answered, flinching when he suddenly rose his voice and asked “ then what is it? ”, a statement leaking with desperation and a tinge of fear. You scrunched your eyes closed, closing in on yourself with a tight hug, balled up beneath the towel.

“ It’s… My hair, I.. I spent so long on it, just for it to turn into this ugly mess.. ”

Donnie was confused, something you couldn’t blame him for. After all, you were diligent in your hair-straightening or concealing the curls, so this just might have been the first time he’d seen them in their true nature. What you didn’t account for, though, was the hurt expression he shifted into. Silence lingered for a bit before his gaze shifted to the device on his arm.

After a bit, even you were curious. He had nothing to say? Was he just going to let you sit there and cry?

“ What’re you doing? ”

“ Checking my data. ”

“ Huh? ”

Donnie looked up, scooting to sit beside you and showed some sort of pie chart projected. He twirled a stylus and used it to slide the projection, focusing on certain parts.

“ Mhmm… so, this is the breakdown of your identity—this aspect, ”

He points to personality, glancing to you to make sure you’re watching.

“ See that is a huge chunk of who you are, and this part, intelligence? Obviously that is high as well. ”

You wiped your eyes, trying to figure out why any of this was important. He continued on, pointing to bits and then pointing out how integral they were to your being.

“ What’s your point, Donnie.. ”

Defeated, you sighed out. Tears dried, heart heavy, curls..

Unfurled.

“ My point is, Y/N, that ‘ugly’ has no place in your data. I for one am a genius who speaks in strictly facts, so your insistence on false information? Highly insulting. ”

His hand cups your cheek, and you welcome the touch with a scrunched, pained expression. Tears threaten to spill once again.

“ You’re beautiful, my dearest, every bit of you. That does not exclude your curls, which are also you. ”

Donnie leans in, placing a soft, lingering kiss upon your forehead. You grip his hand, which then turns into interlocked fingers, and sob softly into his chest. He rubs circles on your back, and you can’t help but begin to hear the seedlings of thought in your head say nice things about your natural hair.

“ I love you, Y/N. ”

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ju1cyfru1t · 8 months

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no thoughts only rise donnie being soft for his s/o 😭😭😭

any soft/affectionate donnie hcs please 🤲

HEHEHEHEHHEHEEEHEHHEHWHWHH

Rise! Donatello x reader

Soft Donnie hcs 🥹

fluff:D gn reader, romantic

not proofread

My baby :(

- Donnie makes you gifts all the time! It’s one of his ways of saying he loves you since he’s not too experienced with this whole feelings stuff. He also just loves to see you get excited over something that he made.

- will help fix the little things for you! (that maybe he wouldn’t do for others djjdjdkdkd) Your computer isn’t working? Give him 5 minutes and it’s working just fine. Leo’s phone is bugging? He can wait, Donnie is a busy man after all.

- Someone knocks over his staff?! …oh it was you? well, accidents happen I suppose.

- Will absolutely brag about anything he helps you with, it makes him feel good. You could have asked someone else, but you asked him. Not Raph, not Mikey, and why the hell would you ask Leo? (JK I LOVE HIM😭)

- Does NOT let his brothers (mostly Leo) drag you into their tomfoolery if it’s dangerous. (Long story; you got portal-ed to New Jersey one time *COUGH*LEO*COUGH*)

- Fairly confident, he knows you love him and he loves you. Heartfelt and vulnerable moments just aren’t his thing, so when they do happen you know he really means it because he’s doing it just for you.

- you have your very own special seat in the turtle tank <3

- definitely the type to remember all of your favorite things (snacks, drinks, movies, anything)

- you’re basically Shelldon’s other parent and he treats you as such. -> “Do not talk to your mother that way, young man! I mean, uh, Y/N! don’t tal- HOLD ON-“

- will talk to you for hours and hours about new projects he’s started or wants to start and is really, really excited that you care about his interests. (Two reallys)

- would NEVER admit it to anyone but really likes to hold you entirely or just your hand, especially while he talks to you ^lectures

- probably needs a few visits with Dr.Feelings (Mikey thinks you guys are so cute)

- would kick his brothers out and only allows you in his lab if he’s really busy and into working on something. would gladly let you assist him if you pinky promise to be really careful, but doesn’t trust anyone else around his precious tech.

- sitting in his lap??? while he works??? I think so.

- Wants to watch all of his favorite Jupiter Jim movies with you! + Would show you all of his favorite games and comics. Might even actually let you borrow one or two if you swear they will return to him in mint condition.

- 100% denies it if anyone (fucking LEO) were to ever point out your special privileges even though he knows it’s true and you most definitely do. He just wants to avoid the teasing if he can.

- But it’s inevitable (*COUGH*LEO)

- it’s not that he’s embarrassed, he just isn’t used to that kind of relationship and he really appreciates your understanding, even if he doesn’t say it.

- when you cuddle he likes to lay his head on your chest, it’s the most comfortable for him. esp if you give VERY gentle shell scritches

- I REPEAT, GIFT GIVING. TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIS GIFTS, HE MELTS.

- hide all of your purple clothing bro

-“your sweater? the gorgeous, perfect, dazzling purple one? …haven’t seen it.”

- would call you “darling” or “dear/dearest” when he feels like it

- overall, very whipped 👍 very sweet silly boy :(

#donnie hamato #rise donnie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #rise donatello #rise leo #rise mikey #rise raph #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt x reader

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chaoticspeedrun · 11 months

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ROTTMNT Dating sim "I made you a mixtape" Announcement

Hey guys! Whenever I wrote these fics I always felt like I could give more, do more, and eventually that rabbit hole ended on this, I am starting a project to create a ROTTMNT visual novel/dating sim!

In this game you will be able to romance any of the four turtles, so far three different endings are planned (A good ending, a normal ending and a bad ending) your choices matter for the plot.

Today I created the design for the title screen and I will keep it like this as a placeholder while I work on the character sprites

The icon on the left has already been added as the icon for the game window, the backgrounds and a map for the player to interact with will be worked on soon and the designs are based on @honeylief 's design of the new lair with their permission.

The script for the prologue has already been written too!

I am extremely excited for this project and the ideas are flowing! I am also getting suggestions from the discord chat, however if anyone wants to help (Programmers, Artists, musicians, or anyone who knows how to use ren'py) it will be greatly appreciated as it is quite an ambitious project and I am not a programmer, I am just beginning to learn how to use ren'py.

I hope you guys are as excited as I am for it!

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 1 month

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Would you be willing to write future ROTTMNT leo nsfw..? Maybe after a mission or smth

New Supplies And Shower Moments (Fluff) (18+)

Future!Leonardo x reader

A/N: Of course I will! That old man lives rent free in my head. I’m actually surprised that I haven’t written anything for him before now. Dude could get it fr💙 Don't mind the strange ass title, I didn't know what to call this😂

Reader and Leo are in their mid to late 20’s. Takes place before Leo lost his arm, and the others died.

Warnings: Takes place during future Kraang invasion (almost no Kraang), shower sex, unprotected sex, orale - male receiving, standing doggy style.

The silence was loud in the darkness, with the smack of the metal latch ringing through Leo’s head, slowly disappearing with each of his heavy breaths, the bag of supplies hanging on his shoulder. And in the safety of the hidden bunker, Leo finally allowed himself to let his shoulder slump, letting him support himself on his knees, head spinning as he panted. Another successful supply search, with very few close calls with the Kraang.

Leo finally made his way down the stairs, making sure to lock every door behind him, descending further and further down, until he finally came to the door, with the familiar symbol of Donnie’s tech. It was a sight of comfort whenever Leo came this far. A reminder that he made it once again. A reminder that all of you would eat for another night.

Pushing the door open, Leo was pleased to find you curled up on an old comfy chair, not far from the door Leo just had stepped though, fast asleep. It warmed Leo’s heart, bringing a smile on to his tired face. Once again, you had waited for him to return to the lair, not leaving until you knew he was okay.

Leo took a moment to take in the features of your sleeping face, before going to the disheveled kitchen in order to drop off the newly gathered supplies. He then made his way back to you, and crouched down in front of the chair, still somehow managing to tower over you. With a soft smile, Leo reached a hand out for your face, before pushing a few strands of your hair back behind your ear. This caused you to stir ever so slightly in your sleep, one of your smaller hands reaching out for his, before pressing it against your cheek.

Leo chuckled, his thumb stroking your cheek as a small smile spread across your face. You opened your eyes, your beautiful orbs meeting Leo’s, showcasing the strong love you still had for him after all these years. All these years and all these horrific events, yet you were still very much in love with Neon Leon.

“Hey there, Sleeping Beauty”, Leo whispered, not wishing to wake up any other inhabitants of the lair.

“Hey”, you smiled, your small fingers wrapping around Leo’s much larger hand, the sight and feeling making Leo’s heart flutter. “Took you long enough”.

“Sorry, but a Kraang had decided to take a break in the middle of my usual route. Maybe I should just have asked it to move”, Leo said sarcastically with a glint in his eye.

“Maybe you should have”, you giggled, letting your hand run down Leo’s arm, feeling his muscles and the lair of sand on his skin. “You’re a little dusty”.

“Well, it’s like a sandstorm up there”, Leo said, watching your hand move over his arm, a shiver running down his back. But you were right. He was down right dirty, with dry sand in every winkle of his skin. It was actually quite irritating. Somehow he had not noticed it, blaming it on his survival instinct and adrenaline keeping him going on the world above, not becoming noticeable before allowing himself to feel safe and comfortable in your presence. “Maybe I should take a shower”.

“Sounds like a good idea”, you smiled, becoming more and more awake by each passing moment. “And now that you mention it”, you continued, sitting up so that you could stand. “I could use a shower too”.

Leo let out a hearty laugh, quickly quieting down, once he remembered his brothers and young Casey, sleeping in the rooms not so far away.

“Are you asking to shower with me?”, he asked, standing to his full height, standing tall over you. Yet your smile did not falter, and so you reached out for his hand once more, taking it in yours.

“Of course. Saving water while getting some eye candy. Sounds like an amazing idea”, you smiled.

And so, you and Leo made your way to the bathroom at the end of the hall, passing by all the rooms. In here, you and Leo did quick work of your clothing, turning on the water, waiting for just a few seconds, before stepping in. The luxury of waiting for the water to get warm, was not one you could afford in the lair these days. And just like showering had become a luxury, so had alone time between you and Leo got harder to come by. With your life having become a game of survival everyday, it was hard to find time to focus on your relationship, often having to give up on these sweet moments, for the benefits of all in the lair. And so, these times where you would try to save water together, turned into short moments of intense passion. So the moment you stepped into the shower with Leo, his large frame wrapped around you, pulling you in for a needy kiss, letting go of all emotions that had built up, ever since the last time you had been together - which had been too long ago.

You and Leo’s tongues clashed together, as the still cold water rained down your naked bodies, causing you to jump against Leo’s plastron with a small sound at the coldness. This made Leo chuckle against your lips, while his hands started wandering down from your waist to your ass cheeks, before grabbing both, kneading them in his hands, pushing your hips together in the move.

You placed your hand on Leo’s plastron, slowly moving them down over the hard surface, drawing a deep churr from deep within, causing the excitement to grow between your legs, as your fingers continued to move downwards. Leo’s breath hitched when one of your fingers graced the top of his cloaca, his fingers digging into your soft cheeks.

As your lips continued to move together, you let your index finger glide over the slit of Leo’s cloaca, enjoying the small shiver that ran through his body. One of his hands left your ass cheek, settling on your chest, where he started to roll your hard nipple between his fingers, making you sigh in delight against his lips. Coating your finger in the slick that was building up at his entrance, you slowly pushed your finger in, drawing a low moan from your boyfriend as he pulled from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, so he could watch your hands work on each other.

Leo spurred you on as your finger moved faster against him, drawing him closer and closer to his drop, murmuring sweet and dirty nothings while the water slowly turned warmer and warmer. However, it didn’t take long before Leo’s long thick shaft emerged from within him, dropping discreetly into the palm of your hand, drafting the size of your hand and fingers.

Biting your lip, you gave Leo a few tucks, before slowly getting down on your knees, making Leo moan at the feeling and sight, anticipation growing as he knew what you were intending to do.

On your knees, you wrapped your hands around Leo’s big and proud member, looking up at him through your eyelashes, slowly letting the tip of his spongy head. Leo groaned at the connection of your tongue with the tip of his shaft. Leaning over you, resting his head and forearm against the shower wall, he shelled you from the falling water, letting it fall against his shell, getting a better look of your wet form, and the curve of your lips as you started kissing up and down his length.

Leo enjoyed your soft torture for a moment, closing his eyes so he could get lost in the feeling of your lips moving along his sides, before you finally opened your mouth, taking as much of him as you could fit, into your mouth, using your hands to cover the rest of him.

“Fuck, babe”, Leo moaned in a low voice, as you started to bob your head with hallowed out cheeks, sending excitement straight to your core. “I fucking love your mouth, (Y/N)”. You answered this comment by speeding up your process, drawing another moan from your towering boyfriend. Leo’s other hand came to rest on your head, stroking your hair, pulling slightly on it when his head started hitting the back of your throat.

Panting with his short tail whipping around in excitement, feeling his high inching closer and closer, Leo grabbed a soft hold on your head, before thrusting into your mouth, his head spinning at the vibration of you moaning around him.

“I’m getting close, (Y/N)”, Leo said, his voice strained by his upcoming orgasm. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth. Fuck! I’m gonna cum in your mouth”.

And so, when Leo came with a loud outdrawn mouth, you swallowed every drop that he delivered, not letting anything go to waste. Once you were sure that you had gotten it all, you let go of Leo, pulling the head of his member out of his mouth with a small pop, before smiling sweetly up at him.

Leo’s strong hands pulled you up so that you were standing on your feet, before crashing his lips to yours once more, moaning when he could still taste himself on your lips.

Hungry sounds came from the two of you, as your hands moved around, and felt each other up with an eagerness, all while the shower water made your skin smooth and slick.

Leo pulled from the heavy kiss, breathing heavily in order to catch his breath. It was amazing how a make out session with you, could get his blood pumping like that.

“Turn around, babe”, Leo said in a deep raspy voice, his eyes hooded and filled with lust as he watched you, making sure to give your ass a small smack as you turned around, facing the shower wall, making you jump with a small sound.

Resting your hands on the cold tile wall, leaning forward so that you were pushing your behind up against Leo’s cloaca and his still hard member, you shot him a smile over your shoulder. A smile that caused a grumble to erupt from deep within Leo’s chest. With one hand he lifted one of your legs to the side, giving him the space he needed to press his member and cloaca up against you, his plastron coming to rest against your back, and his lips pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. You were about to turn, so that you could capture Leo’s lips with your own, but instead you were met by his beautiful eyes, along with the feeling of his member being pushed in between you slick and needy folds. Keeping your eyes locked with Leo, your mouth turned into an open gasp, letting out a moan as he stretched you out, a very slight pain stinging when he pushed in, but very soon turning into pleasure, as he pulled halfway out, only to thrust into you again.

With each thrust, you were pushed up against the cold tile wall, your nipples hardening even further, with your mind already growing hazy at the pleasure Leo brought upon you. If it wasn’t for the arm holding your leg up, and the other one wrapped around your waist, holding your hips firmly against Leo, you would have stumbled long ago.

Your cheek fell against the wall, with your mouth still wide open, and your eyes having a hard time focusing on anything other than Leo’s form over your shoulder. The way he gritted his teeth, pushed his brows together in concentration, and grunted with every hard increasingly hard thrust into you, feeling your walls growing tighter around him. You would not be lasting long if he continued like that.

You were not sure if it was a drool of water from the shower head above, that ran down your lower lip, chin and neck, or if it was your own slick that dripped down the insides of your thigh.

“Leo!”, you let out, finally feeling able to form words. The only word being the name of the man that was fucking you into what felt like heaven. Heaven in a shower stall.

“I know, babe”, Leo said, sounding as reassuring as possible, placing a kiss against your shoulder. “I can feel you. Let go, (Y/N). Cum for me, babe”.

You could not describe it, but there was just something about the way Leo would reassure and speak sweetly to you, while fucking your brains out. Sometimes it was a hard contrast, and sometimes it fitted perfectly together. But each and every time, it worked like a charm on you, bringing you that much closer to an orgasm with his penis stuffed inside you. And this time was no different.

With a high pitched cry of pleasure, you felt yourself letting go as Leo reached deep inside you, hitting that familiar place that brought pleasure throughout your body. Squishing your eyes shut, your walls closed in around Leo, making him moan as he felt his second orgasm make its way. Thrusting frantically into you, drawing out your orgasm while chasing his own, Leo finally came, unloading himself into you, his heavy breathing hitting your earlobe, making you shiver.

With Leo pulling out of you, you felt his warm white droplets run down your legs, showcasing the mess he had managed to create inside of you. With a small chuckle, Leo slowly get you leg down, letting you turn around on your wobbly feet, before pulling you close once more and placing a sweet kiss to your lips, enjoying the still fucked you look on your face.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned so we can go to bed”, Leo said, always letting one hand stay on you as he reached for the soap.

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yanteetle · 8 months

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Is there a chance of having yandere f!leo fan art?

Yes, yes indeed. Did I also add in a Tangled reference? Also yes :) This is essentially a teaser for a future! Leo illustration coming up soon! I have lots of people I'm supposed to tag for that so I'm partially considering making a specific section just for him in my art masterlist! Either way, thanks for sending in the ask and have a nice day!

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ghostytoad · 6 months

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* Fun n' Games *

ROTTMNT Boys x GN! Leo-esque reader who enjoys drama, making jokes, and being overall awesome

Summary: The Hamato brothers unexpectedly fall for the smug, but genuine, fun-loving reader despite their egocentric habits

Headcanons for: Leo

GN! Reader; Romantic; Fluff, Mild Angst || Words: 2.3k

Raph | Donnie | Mikey | Bonus!!

Leo:

oho, hello good lookin'~ it's nonstop flirting and banter from the minute they met and it's not going to stop anytime soon

finally! someone who has a sense of humor and can appreciate a good one-liner or two! and they can dish it out as well as they can take it? be still, my beating heart!

leo genuinely finds it to be a gift from the gods that y/n shares his brand of comedy and will not let up on it when he's around them

the romantic tension between y/n and leo is so thick that he could probably slice through it with his odachi - it makes his brothers sick to have to listen to all the schmoozing but leo ADORES the flirting praise

the boy would bend over backwards for y/n; he'd sell his prized jupiter jim collectibles for them if they asked him to (maybe… he'd probably still keep one or two tho)

there's an unspoken and ongoing (very friendly) rivalry between them; leo and y/n are constantly looking to one up each other and it's getting to ridiculous levels of competitive; they won't stop until things hit "deadly" levels and one of them almost ends up getting hurt

even little everyday tasks become a competition for the two of them, there's just no end to their games

grocery shopping? betcha i can save more money than you! pizza night? i can stuff twice as many pizza slices in my mouth than you can. hanging out in donnie's lab? hoo boy, i guarantee i can make him snap first.

it's the bane of donnie's existence, considering he's the target of most of their shenanigans; if he has to endure another one of their "who can ruin donnie's day" games, he swears it'll be the start of his villain arc

mikey's the unofficial score-keeper and peacemaker when things get too heated between the two of them; although he's more likely to stoke the flames than intervene… he just happens to enjoy watching them get carried away (not that he'd say it to their face). definitely enables the chaos to a terrible degree

"no way, you know i totally had that game last night before you went on to blow up my spot with your little tackle! next time we portal our way onto the superbowl field mid-game, i'm leaving YOU on the sidelines and scoring that touchdown solo!" (concerned raph sounds in the background)

they've absolutely plotted to portal their way into "hard to access" places like the white house or splinter's secret lounge room, but raph and donnie made them promise not to do it for very different reasons (donnie doesn't want to have to bail them out if they get stuck and raph is just being raph)

leo and y/n's carefree attitudes combined has landed them into trouble with the law a few times, both in new york and the hidden city

together, they're banned from like 10 different places and they're legally not allowed within 100 feet of any magicians; leo's only explanation for that is "we couldn't tell if it was part of the costume or if the guy actually had a barber-stache and how were we supposed to know he was blind?!". to this day, no one knows what he's talking about.

leo would absolutely hide the evidence of a crime for y/n; he ain't no snitch either and he's not going to let his bestie take the fall for something that TOTALLY wasn't their fault! more than likely, he'd blame their antics on hypno or if it's something not so bad, splinter.

senor hueso has an entire wall dedicated to leo and y/n: The Wall of Failures and Stupid Mistakes That You Will Surely Learn Nothing From

it has photos of all the times leo and y/n went on a fun little adventure and ended up being taken hostage by a villain, thrown in jail, or overall just beat up (they're mostly selfies and yes, leo is smiling and posing in all of them)

he would never let y/n get into any major trouble and he has the common sense to remember that y/n is only human, so at the very least he knows not to do anything too dangerous when they're around; he's reckless but he doesn't have a death wish

"i'm all for a good espionage mission and all, but this is big mama we're talking about! i say we sit this one out and wait for another chance to come along so we can try on these rad bellhop uniforms."

the two of them have made it a point to announce their arrival anywhere by doing the team rocket motto; occasionally mikey or april will join in as meowth. they have the costumes to match and will inexplicably be wearing them every time they do it.

they truly enable the worst in each other; raph insists on tagging along as the unofficial babysitter to every little hangout because of their chaotic nature, meanwhile donnie has protocols for every possible "doomsday" scenario they could initiate with their little stunts. zombies or accidentally reviving the shredder is at the top of that list.

matching outfits are a big must for leo; someone as UH-MAZING as y/n is absolutely worthy of leo's impeccable fashion sense and there's no way he's gonna pass up a chance to twin with y/n. if they refuse to match with him for whatever reason, he will pout about it for days.

whenever leo is sad or feeling a little down, y/n is the first person he goes to for a little cheering up. they somehow know just what to say to make the boy feel like a champion. and no, he didn't give them a script to read off of! (he totally did)

even with all the flirting and pick-up lines, leo still dreads the thought of ever admitting his feelings to y/n; he's a confident turtle, sure, but that's just the face part of being the face man. he's secretly an insecure mess when it comes to them

will become a flustered mess if y/n genuinely compliments or praises him; he'll stutter for a good minute or two before finally snapping back to his suave cool guy persona (which doesn't fool anyone, he's OBVIOUSLY crushing hard)

after an unfortunate night of misadventure, leo's forced to confess to his feelings AND his crimes

Well, some adventure this was turning out to be.

"Get in there! Y'all got the right to keep yer traps shut!"

Yep. What a real swell time.

Being hauled away in a prison ball, headed to the Hidden City Police Headquaters, all the while Big Mama's men chasing close behind.

"So much for the adventure of a lifetime." Y/N hissed bitterly as they tugged and pulled from the tangle of limbs they found themselves in, trapped inside the small bubble with Leo tightly packed alongside them.

"Well, maybe if SOMEONE weren't such a slowpoke, we'd have made it back! And I'd like to say for the record, you are the WORST lookout. Maybe next time try to keep up, will ya?" the turtle spat back with a scathing glare.

Y/N could only muster a hearty scoff as they balled their fists, unable to throw a punch from how they were positioned. Their heel found a suitable landing in the direct center of Leonardo's plastron and dug in with a stomp, eliciting a pained groan from him and a satisfied smirk from Y/N.

"If you weren't so cocky, we might've ACTUALLY pulled off your little stunt! But nooo, Leo just HAS to get in the last word!"

"OHO, pot calling the kettle black now, eh?" Leo wore his signature smug expression and attempted to jab a digit into Y/N's forehead. Given the way his arm was caught between his bent thighs, he only managed a slight graze before opting for a flick instead.

The two bickered and took shots at each other throughout the trip, much to the chagrin of the arresting officials steering nearby. It was gonna be a long night for everyone.

At the station, Leonardo and Y/N were placed into holding together, both of them choosing to sulk in silence on opposite sides of the confined room. It wasn't until Y/N was being processed that the question of what to do with the human came up for the arresting officers. With Leo's odachi confiscated, it wasn't like they could just send Y/N home on their own, but they couldn't leave Y/N in the same cell as powerful, human-loathing yokai. Leaving the pair to stew in their anger, the officers left to deliberate on Y/N's fate.

Silence followed. Neither one wanting to give in to this bitter game of chicken, Leo instead let out a loud, exaggerated sigh.

Silence.

Irked by the lack of response, he threw his head back and gave a loud, guttural groan of frustration.

"Right. So you aren't talking to me." he rolled his eyes and forced his gaze back onto Y/N, who sat indignantly across from him on a cold cement bench, their knees held close to their chest.

Not even a glance back.

"Oh, come on! You can't actually believe this is my fault! If anything, you should be mad at the guard that threw us out and called the cops! He's the one who got us in this little mess!"

Nothing.

The silence tore at Leo's chest, his heart thumping heavily against his plastron as he dejectedly sat back against the cold wall. It was unlike Y/N to ignore him like this. With every second, the stillness became unbearable. This little adventure was truly a disaster, not just for the predicament the two found themselves in but also for the lengths Leonardo had gone to ensure Y/N would have a good time. So that HE would have a good time with them. It didn't matter to him that they could be facing time in prison. That whole deal was practically child's play to the mischeivious mutant. It didn't even matter that they faced a total ban from the mystic city itself. It was the fact that he might've dashed any chance he had of winning over Y/N's affections.

'You just HAD to fuck it up, didn't you? You had to go out and be an asshole!' a booming inner voice fed into his insecurity and the crushing weight was enough to curl the red-eared slider into a fetal position, his lower lip quivering as he fought back tears.

"I…" a sniffle broke Leo from the spiraling despair he'd been wallowing in, unsure if the sound came from him.

"Am I… holding you back, Leo?"

Another sniffle and this time, he was sure the sound came from across the room. Peering over at the source of the sound, he found Y/N curled in on themselves, little hiccups causing their small form to quake and shudder. They were crying.

"Y/N?" Shifting from the bench, Leo took a few hesitant steps towards them as his hand ghosted across their shoulder before pulling away. His face wrought with guilt and worry, he debated scooping them up in his arms and holding them tightly to him right then and there. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. The thought of rejection stopped him in his tracks.

"I don't know why I do it. Why I try so hard to prove that I deserve to be around you." Y/N continued, their voice muffled as they buried their face in their knees. "I'm- I'm just a human. I'm not as strong. I'm not as quick. I can't compete with you and your mystic skills. I can't even keep lookout for you!"

"What? Y/N, no, you got it all wrong! Yeah, you're a human but I-"

"Just stop it! Stop!" Forcing back a loud hiccup, their head shot up to meet Leo's concerned gaze with a fierce, stubborn glare.

"You DON'T have to feel sorry for me and you DON'T have to keep me around! So why? Why keep me around when all I do is drag you behind?"

Their narrow eyes locked themselves with his, desperately searching his expression for any hint of pity. All Leo could do was chuckle, his concern melting into fondness.

"I don't feel sorry for you. Sure, you've looked better but I was so afraid I was the one holding YOU back."

"H-Huh? Me?"

"Y/N." The turtle sighed as he plopped himself down beside them, allowing their back to rest against his side as they unfurled from their little ball of sadness. "You ARE a human, yeah. But do you get how cool that makes you? You can do so much more than I ever could! Look, I might have my good looks, my mad skills, and my amazing charm, but you have that and more in… whew, in spades and for you, it's practically effortless."

As Leo moved to wipe a tear from Y/N's eye, he cupped his other hand on their damp cheek and with a tender tap of his thumb, he parted their lips slightly and moved in to plant his lips softly against theirs. The ghosting of his lips left enough room for Y/N to pull away if they felt uncomfortable. Instead he was nearly knocked back with the full force of Y/N's lips crashing against his, their body leaning over him and practically trapping him underneath their warmth. Leo's hands held firmly onto Y/N's sides and he eased himself back against the cold of the bench, breaking the kiss to let out a soft chuckle.

"I love y-"

"Well, well, well~ Looks like someone owes me 3 months of chores." a familiar, taunting voice hummed not too far from the two.

A jingling of keys had them both whipping their heads towards the now-open cell door, spotting the unmistakable, cocky face of Donatello leaning against the bars with crossed arms.

"D-Donnie?!"

"Yeah, yeah, you two can get back to your little makeout session. But I thought you'd like to know I paid your bail, you're welcome." He waved them off as he began down the hall. Some adventure this turned out to be.

Bonus comic: Leo definitely used his one phone call to call Señor Hueso

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