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Here’s part two of the “Trick or Kink” writing challenge, which definitely chose “Trick” this year. It looks like we’re going for spooky with a hint of tmnt x reader romance. Big thank you in advance to everyone who reads.

Part One can be found here.

“Mikey!” Name quickly ran after him, grabbing into his arm. “Don't leave me behind.”

He grinned at having her cling to him. “Hey, Babes. You know I'd never leave ya. Come on.”

As he walked, her hand fell easily into his. It was always the place her hand wanted to be. He had walked her home many a time through dark sewer tunnels, her hand encased warmly in his. It was second nature now, though hand-holding was about as far as the relationship went.

Sure, there was absolute shameless flirting all the time, but nothing talked about seriously. Michelangelo wasn't exactly a serious turtle. He let things be what they were and Name was okay with that. As long as her hand could continue to slide so easily into his, she was okay.

Michelangelo led the way, flashlight sweeping the fog as he zeroed in on what first caught his attention. A great monolith of a headstone shot out high among the others. At the top was what Name originally thought must have been a cherub or an angel, but a closer inspection showed the head of whatever had been there was missing. Only a stout body and battered, chipped wings were what remained of the sculpture. The wings may not have even been angel wings. She wasn't sure.

“Creepy,” Michelangelo said as his light fell on the headless form.

“This place is really old,” she replied. “So many of these headstones are in terrible shape. I don't think anyone has attempted to care for this place in decades. It's kind of sad. All these people have been long forgotten. Who knows where their decedents are. No one left to remember them.”

“Better left forgotten,” Michelangelo said from the other side of the pillar.

“Mikey, that's an awful thing to say.” And very out of character for him. What was up with that?

“No, Babes, that's what it says here.”

Name walked around to see what he was looking at. His flashlight was trained on the dirty headstone, vague letters hiding behind the dirt and moss.  Michelangelo reached up and wiped away as much as he could with the side of his fist. Even then, they both had to get in close to decipher the words as Name read them out loud.

May the body keep.  May the soul sleep. To not be named. Better left forgotten.

A chill went up her spine as she read the epitaph. What did that mean? There was no name, no dates of birth or death. Was this even for an actual person? She looked to Michelangelo for a second opinion to find him shaking his head at the text.

“Nuh huh. No, no, no. I don't like that at all. That's some bad juju.” He grabbed for her hand. “Come on Babes, we're out of this place. Let's go find the guys and bail.”

Normally, she would have disagreed. The whole point of coming all the way out here was to sit in a spooky cemetery and tell ghost stories. She had been looking forward to it all month; the guys had, too. They were never able to get out and do normal things. This was something they could do. Something fun that could be done in the dark without fear of being discovered.

But there was a new fear sinking in. She couldn't explain it. Reading the epitaph out loud was like reciting a summoning spell. Suddenly, everything felt different. Unsafe. Both of their instincts were telling them they needed to leave.

“Yeah, let's go get the guys. They shouldn't be far.”

Michelangelo led the way, practically pulling her as he set an urgent pace. It seemed like they were going back exactly the way they came, but they couldn't find their way to the gates and the truck. Everywhere were more headstones. Every place they looked seemed the same as any other place. Michelangelo suddenly stopped as his flashlight came upon the tall monolith with the headless figure crouched on top.

“What the heck?” he whispered.

“Maybe we got turned around. That's why we missed the gate,” Name offered. “If we go straight this time, we'll make it back.”

“Lead the way, Babes. I guess I keep getting turned around.”

She tried her best. One foot in front of the other. Never turning, always straight on the path. They ended up back at the monolith.

“This has got to be a joke,” Michelangelo said. “Maybe there's a bunch of these all over the place and we just keep finding them.”

Name was shaking her head. Something was wrong. Something felt...heavy, malicious. Aware. She glanced all around the fog as if there was a physical entity that was keeping them from leaving.

She gave a startled cry as Michelangelo suddenly picked her up. “Okay, one more time,” the turtle said with determination as he hoofed it through the cemetery.

“Mi-i-ikeeeey!” Name protested as she was bounced over his shoulder.

The headstones passed by as he ran at top speed. And there, hidden in the fog, she thought she saw something. Someone. A figure, pale and humanoid, standing among the graves, watching them flee.

“What?” she breathed.

Then her entire world spun out of control as she was thrown ass over end into the air. The ground came up too fast to catch herself and she clenched for impact. But a body cushioned her fall. Michelangelo rolled to a stop, encasing her in his arms, taking the brunt of the abuse. She heard his body collide with something solid. Something that sounded like it hurt.

Before she could ask if he was alright, he was over her, pawing at her with wide eyes. “Are you okay? Baby, I'm so sorry. I tripped on something. Please tell me you're okay.”

It was just a small change. It was “Baby” not “Babes.” But it meant everything. The way he looked at her with such fear and concern. The way he cradled her face in his hands now, brushing the hair back, looking her over.

She put her hands on his wrists. “Mikey, I'm fine. I promise.”

He breathed out a long sigh of relief. “Thank God. If anything happened to you because of me—well, the guys would kick my ass for sure. But I'd never be able to forgive myself.” He leaned in close, pulling her in. “I'd never hurt you on purpose. You know that right?”

She couldn't help it. He was so close, holding her. Talking with such an earnest voice. She kissed him on the nose and his blue eyes widened.

“I know, Mikey. I trust you. I've always trusted you. This was an accident.”

He barked out a strange laugh; one of relief and glee. Then he hissed as he gripped his shoulder which was bleeding.

“You're hurt!”

“Just a scratch, Babes. No big. I'd like to come back to this conversation when we get back home.”

She grinned. “I'd like that, too. Let's get back to the truck.”

He grinned back, looking happier than she had ever seen him. Her face felt warm as she realized it was because of her that he was this happy. He offered a hand as he stood, pulling her with him, but then winced.

“You hurt your foot?” she asked.

“A little sprain maybe. Nothing serious. I can still get around. Let's—”

The sentence died in his mouth as he looked at his surroundings. A second later, Name spotted what had stopped him cold. There it was: the figure in the fog. It wasn't very tall, but definitely humanoid. It looked about the size and shape of a young woman with long, black hair covering the face. Michelangelo steeled as the figure moved toward them. The advance was as smooth as running water. The fog parted for the body as if its presence chased it away. As the girl came closer and closer, it because apparent that she wasn't walking, but floating.

She came close enough that they could see her feet were actually dragging on the ground as she was held aloft by some unknown force.

“Oh, hell no!” Michelangelo cried in a high-pitched voice.

Again, his hand unerringly found Name's and he pulled her off through the cemetery. He took a quick turn and the girl was there. He doubled back, took a different direction and the girl hovered out of the fog. Everywhere they went, she was there. And the more she chased them, the more they could hear her voice, whispering wordless curses all around them.

Another desperate direction and they came back to the monolith. Michelangelo stared at it as if it were a solid brick wall, blocking their path. Behind them, the figure floated, coming closer. He turned around, putting himself between the thing and Name. There was nowhere they could run to get away from this thing.

The head, still covered in a curtain of black, stringy hair, lolled to the side. Then the hair fell away from what it covered. The figure had no face. No eyes or nose. But there was a mouth. The ends pulled up impossibly high in a hideous grimace of a grin. Rows of pointed teeth bared.

Name wanted to scream, but she couldn't get a single sound out of her frozen throat. Michelangelo looked at the creature, then at Name; his expression desperate at first, then his gaze focused on the monolith behind her.

He put his hands on her shoulders. “You trust me, right?”

“Yes,” she managed to get out.

He picked her up, making her cling to him with her arms and legs, thighs digging into his hips. “Hold on tight and don't let go, okay? Hold on as tight as you can.”

She didn't have time to ask what he was doing before he shot off like a rocket, headed straight for the pillar of stone. She grit her teeth, clinging to him with all her might as he charged right into the monolith, shell first. His weight collided with the headstone with solid force and she felt it give way with a deafening crack. The pillar toppled as Michelangelo rolled to the ground on the other side. He slid to a stop on his feet, one arm protectively cradling the softer body wrapped around him.

“Still with me, Babes?”

Though she was shaking, she was unhurt. “Yeah...I'm here. I'm good.”

The faceless thing was gone. Something felt...changed somehow. She couldn't explain it. Michelangelo must have felt it, too. He scooped her up with a “Let's bail.”

Carrying her bridal style, they raced through the cemetery with an uneven stride. His ankle had to still hurt, but he wasn't putting her down. Miraculously, this time, it felt as though their surroundings had opened; released them. And, in the distance, the fog was thinning and there were those beautifully crooked gates and beyond them, the garbage truck.

They both could have cried.

“Guys! Guys!” Michelangelo called out to the night. “Raph! Leo! Don! Where are you guys? We gotta go!”

Out of the fog the three missing brothers came, each from a different direction. At first, Name was relived to see them as Michelangelo set her down. But as they neared, a new fear filled her. They looked awful, haggard. Haunted.

Donatello was wide-eyed, shaking and bloodlessly pale. Leonardo was filthy, swords in his hands and soaking wet. He panted wildly like he had just run a marathon. Raphael was terrifying; splattered in blood.

“Dudes! What happened to you?” Michelangelo demanded. “Did you see it, too? The thing without the face?”

“Without a face?” Raphael squawked. “What are you talking about? That's not what attacked me.”

“Raph, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Name asked in alarm.

Shaking a bit himself, Raphael wiped some blood from his cheek. “Nah. Most of it's not mine. It didn't get me too bad. Did it get you?”

She was confused. “Mikey and I saw this...person—thing in the fog. She didn't have a face but—”

“Wait.” Leonardo cut her off. “You've been with Mikey this entire time?” His voice turned into a hollow whisper. “Then who was with me?”

“I...I also though you were with me.” Donatello said.

They both looked at Raphael who suddenly seemed like he was about to faint.

“Dudes. Let's get the hell out of here.” Michelangelo announced.

That was all that was needed as they practically stampeded for the truck and scrambled inside. Donatello was still shaking and he struggled to start the ignition. Only when Leonardo put a hand on his shaking wrist did he take a moment to breathe deep and steady himself.

The garbage truck roaring to life was the most beautiful sound any of them had ever heard. Donatello turned them around and sent them flying out of there, bumpy road be damned. Name still didn't have her seat belt on. She was trying to check on Raphael. He had several scratches, but he seemed to be telling the truth. The blood on him (and on his weapons, she noticed) wasn't his.

She was about to take her seat when he grabbed her hand. “You're okay, right? You're not hurt?”

She wasn't the one covered in blood, but she humored him. “I'm fine. Oof!” She stumbled as the truck hit a particularly bumpy patch and scrambled for the other middle seat so she could belt herself in. She didn't make it as Michelangelo's arms snatched her up and yanked her into the back. She found herself pressed to his plastron, arms tightly around her.

“Stay with me?” he whispered in her ear. “Stay here next to me.”

She glanced to the front; worried about the others. But the brothers were taking care of one another. Leonardo checked on Raphael, then on Donatello and Donatello made sure Leonardo was okay. All of them were safe in the truck and they were going home. There wasn't much else she could do for him.

And her and Mikey...something new happened tonight, and she didn't want to let go of him either. They still had to finish their conversation.

“Yeah, I'm here. I'll stay right here with you. Always.”

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I hope you guys liked it so far. The next part will (hopefully) be up this weekend if I can find the time.)

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🍬 No Strings Attached 🍬 pt. 1?

For @turtle-babe83 s Trick or Kink event. I wanted to do something... special...😈 Hopefully this will give y'all some delicious thoughts of my bayverse AU Dark Turtles (I also tried to keep them short b/c i dont remember the limit for words/pics in posts) I might write a part 2 to give this story an ending, if I find time 🤭

18+ only... reader is female ( female parts mentioned )

October isnt just a month of Halloween or all things spooky... its also the mating season for turtles... of ANY kind ...😈🐢💙❤💜🧡

A/N: this can be taken as whether you already do/dont know about the mating season, but Don researched and told his brothers about it after going a year through it already. They also aren't wearing their gear/nothing heavy and hard to maneuver. Their lair is below the abandoned warehouse by the docks ( New York Bay ), built by Don.

One random day in October, you decided to make some eats for the clone boys. Not only because it was nice and you were friends with them for a few years, but because you wanted to spend some alone time with your crush ( Lee/Raph/Don/Mike). You two have a 'no strings attached' agreement going on, and that was fine with him. You were fine with it, too, since you didn't have sights on anyone but it was hard to not feel guilty for using him like that... You've had sex a time or two, and while it was nice you wanted something more

Mike x Reader

"Mike?"

It was strange to not be greeted by the giant yellow turtle. He would usually say 'hey' with glee and pick you up, twirling around with you in his arms like a ragdoll. Not today, though. Where was everyone?

You silently wandered the dark turtle hideout, listening and looking for any sign of the clones. You thought you heard something above you. You went up the steel stairs that led to the top floor of the abandoned warehouse. What you saw made your heart skip a beat (and almost dropping the food).

Mike was sprawled out on the ground, making noises like he was in pain. His eyes were closed. And his hand pumped his schlongness. The size make your eyes bug out. Heat flushed your cheeks and all the way to your ears. Seeing him do this sent lightning straight to your core. Yeah, it was true you had a crush on him and you both weren't officially dating yet, but it felt awkward and weird; heavy touching and kissing was all that was between you and him.

Suddenly his eyes opened, his usual bright blue eyes was an amber color, dimmed and glossy... and dilated. His nostrils were flared and he was breathing heavily. He sat up, ingnoring his ginormous hard on.

"Y/N! W-what are you...?"

"I'm sorry I disturbed you. I'll just-" you quickly stuttered as you sat the bag down and turned around to head back downstairs. You were then wrapped around your waist by his long tongue, pulling you toward him. "Mike, let me go!"

His three clawed hand grabbed your hip, holding you there. "No can do, babes. You're not getting away... Besides, I know you liked it." He smiled a toothy grin. "I can smell you... and you smell so delicious... I've always wondered what you taste like."

He licked his lips. You shivered and squeezed your thighs to try to ease the ache. He took your mouth with his, kissing you like usual. His growls vibrated through your body, making you moan into him.

In a flash you had your bottoms torn off, your legs spread, and Mike's long tongue slithered inside you. Your aching walls clenched around it as he slid in and out, brushing against all your sensitive spots. The tip of his tongue brushed your cervix because he was so deep. His mouth encircled your mound, groaning as your essence trickled down his tongue.

"Mmmmm~ Mmmmike~~" You wanted to tell him to stop for a minute but it felt too good. Moans and whimpers were all that you could let out. Your body wriggled and moved, wanting to buck your hips and grind into Mike's mouth. You could tell that your climax was going to be mindblowing.

"Mike!~~~"

"Yeah, scream for me, y/n. You look so cute when you scream my name. Keep going, baby."

Sure enough your body exploded, your throat letting out the loudest and high pitched cry you ever made. The orgasm was so glorious you swore you had died and went to heaven. You breathed in shaky breaths trying to calm yourself.

"God, babes, you taste so sweet... and creamy..." His voice lowered into a purr as he lavished in your scent. He couldn't deny the throbbing tightness of his cock anymore, he had to be in you now. "I hope you're ready for round 2 ... or 3, because I'm not gonna stop until all your insides are painted white."

Let's just say that you weren't going to feel like walking for a week....

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Don x Reader

"I got food." Silence. "Don? Anyone?"

Anyone not running for food was weird. But what was weirder was recieving a message from Don saying that you shouldn't come over for at least 1 week. You sat down food for the other 3 while you carried some for Don. There were times when he didn't come out of lab that someone had to drag him out to just eat. This might as well be one of those times.

You opened the steel door that led down to a basement. Softly you tread the steps, listening for any signs of life. You then heard a faint groan. Did he hurt himself?

"Don! Are you-"

You couldn't finish your sentence. Your mouth hung open at the sight of the tall purple turtles body frame leaning against a wall while his hand pumped his boner. The moans that echoed bounced back to you vibrated your body and sent tingles to your core. Heat crept up to your cheek and ears, and you could've swore that he heard your heart pounding in your chest.

"You shouldn't have come here..." he said in a husky breath. He didnt even look up at you.

"Well, I didn't want you to starve..."

"Unbelievable. Can't even take the hint..." he mumbled.

You heard bits of what he was saying. It ticked you off. You placed your hands on your hips and asked,"Are you calling me stupid? Say it to my face." You were then grabbed by his tail and pushed against the wall, making you be at eye level with him.

His eyes were a darker amber than usual. They seemed to glow which made him look predatory. You can hear his heavy breathing, and he was so close you could feel it fan toward you.

"Yeah, I'm calling you stupid because you obviously don't understand the message I sent you."

The tone of his voice let you know that he was agitated and probably sexually frustrated. You looked away from him with a pout. "I just didn't want you to starve..." you said in lowered voice.

One of Don's claws turned your head back to him. What he said, and how he said it so seductively, made your body heat up. "Food is the last thing on my mind... as you can see..." he replied as he took his member in hand and gave it a few pumps, letting out a growl like moan. You felt yourself getting wet. Don nuzzled into the side of your neck and started leaving kisses and firm nips.

"Aahhhh~ D-Don~" you breathlessly whimpered as you felt his tongue lick your skin. He knew what this did to you. Your body shivered under his touch, and you bucked your hips, hinting that you were aroused.

Don switched from rubbing your covered sex with his finger and his hard dick. He loved the sounds you made; it made him even harder. He had an idea and walked with you in his arms to his chair. He put you down for a moment, and came back with a bottle of lube.

"Strip."

You did as he said, and then he motioned for you to straddle his lap. After telling you to prepare your back door entrance, he lubed up the end of his tail and slowly entered your other tight hole. Pain washed over you but it was soon overtaken by pleasure as he lightly teased your clit. Your moans were loud but you didnt care at this point if anyone heard.

"Yes, thats my good girl, my pet. Your taking it so well" he lowly purred in your ear.

Once you were dripping wet and so ready, Don took you on quite a ride. 😏

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Raph x Reader

"Hello? Anyone here?"

Usually there would be someone around to greet you (it was usually Mike), but there was no one around. And it was quiet... until you heard some grunting. It was Raph, and it sounded like it came from the training area in the back of the warehouse. You figured that he was probably letting off some steam and wanted to give him some food.

"Hey, Red, I just wanted to drop... some... food... off"

Your heart skipped a beat and heat colored your cheeks at what your eyes beheld. This burly red turtle was sitting a makeshift bench definitely blowing off steam... but not in the way you expected. You've never seen Raph jerk off before. Seeing his monstrous sized cock sent a shockwave through your body and your insides clench.

"Y/n..." he deeply moaned, pumping his hard on up and down at a steady pace. He was dirty talking to himself about what he wanted to do to you. Hearing him say those things heightened your arousal. You sat the food aside and played with your breasts, imagining they were his hands. You closed your eyes and got lost in the moment.

"Raph~"

After letting out a moan, you had startled Raph. He tried to cover himself with a towel, even if it didn't help to cover the "tent" so to speak. "What do you think you're doing? You shouldn't even be here," he asked. He was flustered, and you thought it was cute. You came up to him and replied,"I want you. I want you to do what you said."

You stripped your clothes, tossed the towel to the side, and straddled his lap. His erection nestled between your legs and between your cheeks. He took the hint and pressed his lips to yours, almost devouring your lips. During the heated makeout, his hands held your hips, moving you back and forth on him. You felt the hardened flesh and veins rubbing against you, making you wet and coating the topside of his dick.

"Oh, god, Raph~"

You felt it rubbing over your clit. He was bringing you so close to the edge. You brought his head down to your breasts, sucking and licking your nipples in his hot mouth. You leaned your head back and mewled as heat coursed through your body.

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"Cum for me, kitten. I want you to be soaking wet for me." he growled near your ear, gently scraping his sharp teeth over your shoulder. That tipped you over the edge. A cry of pleasure echoed off the walls as your orgasm took hold of you. You leaned into his plastron and enjoyed the high... before you were on your back, widespread on the edge of the bench, and just the tip of Raph's dick probed and teased your entrance.

As he entered you, you gasped at how he stretched you and how full you already felt. Once he was as far as he could go, he pulled back and gave an upward thrust. You clenched the sides of the bench and your toes curled at the ecstasy you felt flowing through you. "Ooohhh, Raph~"

"Good kitten, take me so deep baby..."

Lee x Reader

You went further down into the lair because no one was at the main warehouse. They were probably in their rooms. You decided to leave a small container of food by their doors for them to get it whenever they felt hungry; surely they could smell the food drift in from under the door. However when you came to Lee's door, you heard some noise coming from inside his room.

"Lee?"

You pressed your ear to the door to listen. You heard deep moans... the ones you've heard probably a few times. Your heart beat against your chest, heat blooming down in your lower belly. You breathed in and out trying to calm yourself, and then knocked on the door.

"Lee, I got you some-"

The door was opened and you were quickly pulled in. Just as quickly it was opened the door was closed and locked. Lee stood between you and his door, staring down at you with predatory amber eyes.

"Do you know what you were doing?" he gruffed.

"Yeah, getting you something to eat." You were going to need, is what you were going to say but kept it to yourself.

"Those idots brothers of mine could've dragged you with them, knowing full well that you're mine."

The tightness of his black pants hugged not only those muscled thighs that were drool worthy, but the bulge there as well. You could tell he was gettting off because of his irregular breathing and dark eyes. Thr blue turtle turned you around and pressed your backside against his hard body. He then glides his hands down your sides while nuzzling and kissing the side of your neck.

"Lee~"

He whispered near your ear,"I'll forgive you this time, because..." He took a deep inhale of your scent and gave a growly groan. "I've tried jerking off, to get you out of my mind, but it wasn't enough... I want you, to be deep inside you and claim you as mine... over and over"

He teased you, touching your bare skin and setting it aflame, barely grazing over your most sensitive places. He wanted to hear you cry and whimper. After stripping you of your clothes he sat down on his bed with you in his lap. Lee let his member spring free and rest against his lower plastron. He then ran his hands down your back, one going all the way down to your inner thighs.

"Aaahh~" you gasped as his finger lightly brushed over your nether region. "Feels good, doesnt it?" He teased and then went back to work, teasing your bud and slit, trying to get you so soaking wet; he already knew you were aroused which was why he had to drag you in earlier.

"Lee~ More~" you whined as he stopped touching you, grinding your hips down into him. You heard him hiss and let out a moan that made your insides clench. His finger then slid inside you, stretching you and feeling how wet you were for him for a moment.

"I want to taste you"

You were then laying on your back, with Lee between your legs and proceeded to eat you out. It all felt so good. Everything was just a blur until you reached your climax. Patience wasn't really his thing so after a brief moment, he turned you over with your head down on the bed and your bottom up.

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"I'm going to f*** you so good and fill you up with my cum... and you're going to take every last drop"

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Lust Potion No. 9

Donnie x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only, dub-con (character under influence of magical “drug”)

Stupid, stupid, stupid, Donatello berated himself mentally.

He should never have permitted you to come along. Just because it seemed like a normal, routine call over the scanner, he could never afford to let his guard down. You wouldn’t be in this state if he had done his job right and made you stay here in his lab while he checked it out.

An alarm system was set off at a nearby shop of antiquities and oddities. This close to Halloween, he assumed it was likely pranksters and volunteered to check things out. Leo agreed as long as he stayed in contact, but halfway down the tunnel, you caught up with the long limbed terrapin and begged to join him. He couldn’t say no when you gave him those big eyes. Especially when you had strategically tugged your top down to expose the top of your cleavage. He knew you were playing dirty, but what harm was it?

Plenty, as it turned out.

The two of you had managed to catch the culprit in the act, and the perp grabbed the first thing within reach behind the counter: a glass decanter filled with a dark liquid. You both ducked, and while it sailed over your head, Donnie was launching forward on quick feet. He leapt over the counter, narrowly missing the hooded thief by a margin of millimeters. The tall turtle began to give chase when the flying decanter struck the edge of the shelving above your head and shattered. You couldn’t stop your shriek as bits of sharp glass and the oddly fragrant contents of the bottle rained down upon you.

“Y/n!” Donnie yelped in worry.

Shards of glass nicked the exposed skin of your face and hands, leaving angry red scratches and the dark oily liquid seemed to seep into your flesh as soon as it touched you. It was a cool sensation at first, but you quickly began to feel heat bubbling up inside. It started in your chest and spread outward to your extremities. A whimper of fear warbled out of your throat as it settled down low in your womb. Your head snapped up as Donnie stopped his chase to check on you. Tears pricked your eyes as you stared up at your boyfriend.

“Are you alright?” he asked frantically.

The heat was getting worse and you doubled over. Donnie squeaked in alarm and began to check you for injuries. He was confused as to what was happening when he only found the small scratches, no bigger than your tiny pinky nail.

You moaned, “Don-ugh! It’s the stuff from the bottle,” pant, “it absorbed into my skin!”

It felt like a fire was literally in your loins as it grew hotter. Sweat rolled down your face and your breaths were uneven and shallow. You curled into his arms as Donnie lifted you, sprinting to get you back to his lab. The police could deal with the delinquent this time. Your life was more important. At some point in the frenzied trek back to the lair, you passed out.

Donnie checked your vitals and other than an elevated heart rate and temperature, everything looked normal. He hated to just draw blood from you without your consent but he figured you would forgive him this one time. You barely stirred as he drew two small vials of blood. He placed a cool washcloth on your neck to try and lower your body temperature, then set to work analyzing your blood.

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When you awoke, two things became achingly obvious.

First, the painful heat in your body had become an inferno of need. Your clit pulsed, your folds swelled, and your entrance weeped with tears of desire. Your hands instantly pushed down your pants and two fingers plunged deep while the other hand furiously circled your swollen nub, desperate for relief.

Second, your bleary eyes made out Donnie’s long, lean form bent over his microscope. How had you never noticed how nice his ass was? Was it always so round and bite-able? Your mouth began to water for a taste. You knew from experience that his cock was long and right now, you wanted to gag on it. Donnie was always so sweet and gentle with you. What would it be like if he lost control and really fucked you? The scream inducing, can’t walk tomorrow, bruised cervix, sore throat and marked skin kind of fucking. God, that would be so hot.

You licked your lips and sat up on the cot he had laid you down on, quietly tugging your clothes off. It was hot in the lab, and sweat was already rolling down your body. Odd, normally you needed a sweater or a blanket. Donnie still hadn’t noticed that you were awake, mumbling to himself as he adjusted the microscope. His gear was set over to the side, and his suspenders were hanging off his shoulders. All you needed to remove was his boots and his pants, and then you could have what you so badly wanted.

On quiet feet you crept, naked as the day you were born, stopping just behind him. You tapped your chin thoughtfully. It was too hard to reach around his shell, so in your potion-addled mind, it made perfect sense to get down and crawl under the table he was leaning over. Settling on your haunches, your little hands grasped the front of his pants and undid the button, swiftly pulling down the zipper.

“What the hell?!” Donnie shrieked, jerking back and losing his balance. The nearly seven foot tall mutant landed on his sexy backside and you immediately pounced. Confusion and worry warred on your boyfriend’s face as he registered that a very awake, very naked you was crawling over his legs and yanking at his pants.

“Y/n? Love? What are you doing? You should lay back down,” he admonished, pulling your hands off of him.

You nodded emphatically, “Yes, I’ll lay down once we get these damn cargo pants off.”

Donnie stared at you like you had lost your mind. He assumed that the liquid you had absorbed must be some kind of drug and you were just confused. Sitting up, he lifted you effortlessly and stood, walking back to the cot and laying you down. He had to pry your hands off his neck as you tried to pull him down with you. The pout you were sporting would make him laugh if he wasn’t so concerned over your state of mind.

“You don’t know what you’re doing, baby. Just lay back and rest while I figure out an antidote. This stuff in your system is strange. I’ve never seen anything like it,” he mused. “Are you feeling any discomfort?”

You practically snarled, “Yes! And I already know the antidote.”

The patronizing look Donnie gave you made you want to scream.

“Of course, sweetheart, and what would that be?”

You sat up suddenly, grabbing his still unfastened pants and his boxers, and jerked them down roughly. His gasp of surprise turned into a groan as you took his cock in your hand and squeezed. It took only seconds for it to harden in your grip.

“I need this dick, Donatello,” you growled out. “I need it right fucking now!”

With that, you slid your mouth over the rock hard appendage and took it deep into your throat. Bobbing your head, you ignored your gag reflex and kept sucking like your life depended on it. With every gag, you swallowed, constricting your throat around his length. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Donnie sounded like he was dying above you if his vocalizations were any indication. Struggling between doing what was right and finding a solution, or savoring the savage way you were sucking him off, he mumbled all manner of nonsense.

“Sweetheart, you should-ah-ah…stop,” he whimpered. “I need to-to finish analyzing-oh FUCK!”

Your hands had been grasping his ass cheeks and while he was attempting to push you away, you slipped a hand between your legs and coated two of your fingers in your own essence. He was distracted after a particularly hard suck and you took the opportunity to slide those two digits past the puckered ring of his anus. Donnie’s ass immediately clenched and you slid your free hand up and down his thigh comfortingly until he relaxed enough that you could move. You gently pumped your fingers in and out to a steady flow of pants and moans, music to your ears.

In the back of your mind, you knew you were behaving out of character but it just felt like the right thing to do. Donnie began to mumble that he was getting close and so you grabbed his hand and put it on your head to encourage him, and muttering a shallow apology, he grasped your hair with both hands and began to thrust his hips. You hummed happily, ready to drink it all down. Fingers still working his ass as he fucked your throat, you began to thrum your clit with your free hand. Donnie stiffened for a second and then he was battering your throat with his cock like you held the gates to heaven and he was hellbent to break through. Despite the slight pain, you welcomed it, and swallowed eagerly as his cum shot squirt after squirt. You continued to finger his ass until he was done, then slipped your fingers out as gently as possible.

Stumbling back, Donnie bent at the waist, hands on his knees, panting for breath. You wiped your grinning mouth but suddenly another wave of intense desire sent you curling in on yourself. Instantly alarmed, Donnie wrapped his arms around you.

“Y/n! Shit, I’m an idiot. I’ll work on the antidote,” he winced. “I’m so sorry!”

“No!” you whined, “Donnie, please! I-I-“

“Shhh,” he murmured, stroking your face.

Frustrated beyond belief and frankly, hornier than you had ever been in your life, you did something you never thought you were capable of. Donnie yelped as your teeth bore down on the side of his neck, biting and sucking at his emerald flesh. Your hips seemed to move of their own accord as you ground your pelvis hard against his thigh. It wasn’t enough. You grabbed Donnie’s hand and shoved it in between your bodies, trying to insert one of his large fingers within your aching cunt. His shocked curse was muffled as you latched onto his mouth, nipping his bottom lip and pushing your tongue between his lips. Unable to resist, Donnie kissed you back just as ardently, beginning to pump his finger in and out while rubbing your clit with his thumb.

You moaned as you rode his finger, craving the friction he provided. On the tip of his tongue, you could taste the promise of more. It was there, clawing its way to the surface, a side of your boyfriend that he had never allowed loose. You needed it right now, nothing else would relieve this inferno inside.

“Easy, love,” Donnie admonished, “you’re going to break my finger if you keep this up.”

You groaned, grabbing his face. Looking deep into his eyes, you poured all your desire into your throaty words.

“Then give me what I need, Donnie. I need to be fucked. Nothing sweet or… or gentle… or…dammit, FUCK ME HARD AND RAW!”

Donnie blinked, feeling his stomach flutter at the passion in your voice. His cock stirred again as if he hadn’t already nutted down your throat. He really should figure out what was going on with you, but god, you were a temptress and he wasn’t as strong as he wished. If you wanted a savage lover, he’d give you one.

You suddenly found yourself in the air as Donnie stood abruptly and spun you towards the wall of the lab. The cold concrete block was soothing to your heated flesh but couldn’t compare to the bliss of finally feeling your boyfriend’s long, talented tongue slithering through your aching folds. He held you by your hips while he crouched on his knees below you. Your feet dangled a couple of feet from the floor and you struggled to stay upright.

“Donnie, I can’t-“

Before you even finished the sentence, he had your thighs resting on his shoulders and his face buried between them. Your sigh of relief became a moan of pleasure as he expertly alternated from sucking your clit to flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. Your first orgasm was sudden and unexpected, causing your thighs to clench around his head. A deep churr rumbled up from his chest and he renewed his efforts even more voraciously. He lapped up all the slick sliding out of your center, then shoved his tongue deep for good measure. In and out, he tongue fucked you to another explosive release, curling just so and rubbing the elusive g-spot with vigor. He continued to lick until you came down from the dopamine induced high, then he stood.

“Hold onto me,” he growled out, and you were quick to obey.

His eyes were darkened with desire and his jaw was set in a determined line. You wrapped your legs around his trim waist and grabbed his shoulders. He braced his hands against the wall and you had just a short moment to admire his sexy toned arms before he plunged his long cock as deep as he could within your velvet walls. You cried out as he set a brutal rhythm. Donnie had always been gentle before, knowing his length could be painful for you. That was all out the window. Whatever had flipped in his brain, you were praising the powers above for it. It was a pleasure-pain you had never experienced before and holy hell, it was divine!

Harder and faster, he pumped his hips, grunting in your ear and muttering about how tight you were and how good you were taking him. It was the sexiest thing ever and you didn’t want it to end. Your moans seemed to spur him on and then suddenly, he hesitated. With a groan, he hooked one arm under one of your legs, opening you up wider. Then, with inhuman speed, he began to fuck you hard and deep. Your cries were shrill as you begged him not to stop, not that he thought he was even capable at this point. He was about to have the best orgasm of his life and he planned to take you with him. As he battered your cervix, he pressed his face into your neck, and gave one rumbled order, “Cum.”

Your body responded with an explosion of sensation that shook your legs, clenched your walls, and sent your eyes rolling back in your head. Donnie cursed vividly and creatively as he followed you into ecstasy. He strained against you as the last ropes of his seed coated your womb. He managed to stumble back to the cot, laying down heavily with you sprawled atop.

“That was incredible, Donnie,” you purred, rubbing against him like a contented cat.

Donnie chuckled, “Yeah, it definitely was. Once I catch my breath, I’ll get back to working on an antidote.”

You frowned and explained, “Babe, I’m good now.”

The fire was down to a dull roar below. The sex had done the trick as you had suspected. Then another thought entered your mind.

“Hey! Maybe you should try to to replicate it? I might like to have some more. Or you could try it next time,” you said, excitedly.

Donnie looked shocked for a moment, then a calculated gleam came into his eyes and a Cheshire grin spread his lips. A chance to play mad scientist and then have more mind-blowing sex with you? No way could he turn that down. Halloween may have just become his favorite season…..

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The shop keeper smiled into her scrying mirror. Another satisfied “customer”. Well, time to brew another batch of lust potion. The hooded thief wandered into the room, transforming back into his familiar form, a svelte black cat. He purred and rubbed his side against her legs.

“Well done, Dante,” she cooed, giving the familiar a little treat.

Power flowed from her fingertips as she chanted, charming the bottle and its contents to find its way to whoever needed it next.

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[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Vampire Leo 👏 Vampire Leo 👏 VAMPIRE 👏 LEO 👏💙

Just a quick sketch to kick my own butt!

Taggin @turtle-babe83 for the tmnt trick or kink event 😉 Hopefully I’ll have time to pop some more finished stuff before the end of the month (writing and/or drawings!!)

#tmnttrickorkink #my drawings #drew that in a hurry 'cause I've been missing power today due to some nasty storms #THE POWER OF THE HALLOWEENIE IS UPON YE #FORGOT HIS EYE SCAR BUT WHATEVER

[exovapor]

TMNTTrickorKink 2022 Part 1: The incredible shrinking lair

This story is based off Into The Shadows by @turtle-babe83, so unless you are following that story or you are part of the group it's being written for, this story may not be your cup of tea. This year I decided to write my friends as characters instead of the Y/N genre. As I have some inside knowledge of what is to come in ITS, this story takes places a few weeks after the mouser attack on the lair.

Is the lair getting smaller?  It has to be getting smaller!  There is NO WAY this space was the same space Kassie, Valerie, Lucy, and Rebel had entered just a few weeks ago!  Ugh…the walls, the ceilings, hell even the floors, are closing in! 

What day is it?  Is it even day time?  What month is it?  How long have we been here?  Oh my god, this is torture.

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Master Splinter, being the wise and observant father that he always is, notices that the women’s moods and, with some in particular, their tempers are starting to strain under the weight of the forced confinement.

These women are of the top-side world, born under the sunshine and raised in the open air, the dark tunnels and caverns of the sewers aren’t something that they are used to facing day in and day out.  If all of his sons are to have a fighting chance at their own happily ever after, something needed to be done quickly because as of now, some inter-personal situations were getting a little tense.

The astute rat waits for all the women to retire for the evening before catching the eye of each one of his sons and silently signaling them to meet him in the dojo.

Leo and Raph walk into the training area together. 

Raphael’s large frame crowds into his older brother’s space and his broad palm smacks the back of Leo’s shell, “Miss Sassy pants really knows how ta slam da door in your face, duhn’t she? The best part is…it’s YOUR door! Ha!”, the big brute chuckles heartily at his old brother’s misfortune.

Leo knows that he should ignore Raphael and not let the his brother’s taunts get under his green skin but needing to release his own tense frustration he wheels around mid-stride and bites back, “Yeah, well, I see that Kassie went to bed without you for the 3rd night in a row”.

Raphael’s face turns sour at the reminder as he and his old brother face off.  He’s about to buck-up and challenge the eldest when Michelangelo bounds through the middle of them doing flips, nearly colliding with Raph’s head, “Watch it, Mikey!”, the red masked beast barks his ire at the youngest.

“Sorry, bruh!”, the exuberant turtle calls over his shoulder.

The three brothers kneel before their sensei as the fourth belatedly joins them, his glass framed eyes still engrossed in the data on his tablet, periodically glancing up to give his master his divided attention.

“My sons”, the rodent master solemnly begins, as he stands with his hands clasped behind his back, “I have noticed that our guests are stressed”.

“Ha”, huffs Raph with a grumble in his voice, “dat’s an unda-statement”.

“Raphael!  Do not interrupt.”, Splinter’s correction is quick and sharp. 

Mikey’s half-hidden chuckle can be heard in the resulting silence and Donatello slowly puts away his tablet hearing the seriousness of his father’s tone.

The ninja master continues, “As I was saying, our guests were forced here under circumstances that were out of their control.  They are not used to our way of life.  We must endeavor to make their stay more comfortable and to gift them a reprieve from the confinement of the sewers”.

Leonardo and Donatello exchange quick worried glances before Leo hastily, but reverently speaks up, “But, dad, they’re being hunted.  We can’t just let them wander around the city unprotected until we stop whatever it is that Jared and Karai are planning”.

“I concur, Leonardo”, the old rat acknowledges with a dip of his head, “However, we must not imprison them as our adversaries would do, even if it is for their own safety.  We must figure out a way to give them a break while keeping them safe”.

Mikey is in complete agreement with this father’s words, he can see the effect that the lack of control and freedom is having on his shining sun Lucy.  Even with his best jokes and antics, it is getting harder and harder to get her to smile and giggle.  These aspects of her are what he treasures the most and he isn’t willing to sacrifice them.  Remembering the fear and darkness in her lovely blue eyes when he found her strapped down in that cage that Stockman had her in, sets his blood boiling each time he thinks about it. 

His bright sunshine needs a taste of freedom soon and he’ll do everything he can to ensure she gets it, “Guys, they need this.  They’re slowing fading down here.  At least, we get to go out and patrol at night, but they aren’t allowed to leave the lair”.

The four brothers take turns looking at one another, silently agreeing, but shrugging as to how to remedy the situation. 

After a moment of quiet contemplation, Donnie raises his hand in the air and offers, “Actually, I believe there are several issues that we need to address…”. 

Turning to Leonardo, the purple clad terrapin continues, “One, we need to get close to Jared to see if he’ll let something slip.  Two, we need to build more trust and cooperation with the police force, to align them with our cause. After all, it is one of their own that we suspect to behind kidnappings and mutations.  And, three,…the ladies do need a distraction.”, the slender turtle acknowledges, while nodding his head, seeing the wisdom in his father’s words and inwardly acknowledging the frown he’s notice marring the beautiful face of his own sweetheart lately.

Leonardo looks from his father and his genius brother, seeing the logic of their thinking but still worrying for the safety of those under his charge, “What do you suggest, Donnie?”.

A clever smile graces the face of the Donatello as the plan springs to life in his overactive mind, “I suggest we host a Halloween party for the police department personnel and city officials that know about us. We can gain the favor of police with our party.  The ladies can hide in costume and enjoy some time outside the lair.  We, of course, will be there to watch and protect, as well as see if Jared’s behavior will give anything away.”

Not surprisingly, the two brothers best known for action than for caution hop on to this plan right away. 

Raph eagerly agrees with his nerd-brain brother, “Yeah, yeah, yeah…a party is a wicked idea!”. 

Rubbing his sizable palms together and envisioning this feisty red-head in some type of naughty costume has him grinning wide.

Michelangelo starts vibrating with excitement, “Guys, I can see it now!  Music, drinks, all the pizza and candy we can eat…and all the women in as little as possible”.  Splinter gives a small sigh and cups his forehead in his hand.

Leonardo rubs his chin absentmindedly as he thinks through the proposal.  All of Donnie’s points are valid and a party that they hosted would be a more controlled event than a casual stroll through the city, “Okay, then, let’s do it.  We’ll use one of the abandoned buildings closer to the docks.  Donnie, see what surveillance you can rig around the property.  I’ll get a meeting with Chief Vincent to get the invitation started.  Raph and Mikey can handle the music, decorations, and food.  We’ll get Casey and April to help with that as well.  The ladies can help from here crafting decorations, it will give them something to do while we’re patrolling.”.

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The next morning the women are instructed to sit around the kitchen table, relax, and enjoy being served like the queens.  Kassie and Rebel sip on the coffee loving prepared by their turtles as Val and Lucy stir the hot cups of teas set before them. 

The ladies all look at each other knowingly, something is up. 

The guys are too happy and chipper this morning.  Additionally, while a big family breakfast is their norm, it is rare to see them all dancing around the kitchen helping Mikey flip eggs, fry bacon, toast bread, slice fruit, and squeeze fresh orange. 

Something was definitely going on.

As Raph adds strips of crispy bacon to Kassie’s plate, Kassie takes the opportunity to press for information, “Okay, big guy, spill it.  What happened?  What did you do?”. 

Raph’s face morphs into a comical expression of feigned innocence, “What do ya mean?  Nothin’s happened.”. 

Kassie continues to stare at him, watching for the innocent mask to fall but he just turns and starts adding the salty crispy strips to Rebel’s plate.

Mikey’s dishing out large portion of eggs on Lucy’s plate while coming to Raph’s defense, “Yeah, nothing’s wrong sweet cheeks, we’re just trying to make your morning a good one.”. 

Donnie sets small plates of toast and muffins in front of each of the women, planting a kiss to Rebel’s forehead as he sets her plate down. 

Lucy and Val exchange glances. 

Finally, as a green hand slides over her shoulder to add slices of orange to her morning tea, Valerie has had enough of the odd behavior and quickly places her hand over the steaming cup, blocking the attempt.

“Okay, that’s it.  What’s going on.  Ya’ll are acting strange”, she asks directly at the blue eyes staring at her in surprise.

Leonardo sighs and rolls his eyes, this woman is going to be the death of him, “Why are you suspicious of everything?”. 

Valerie just sits staring at him. 

After several tense moments of them silently staring at one another, the Leo brings the stalemate to a close with a sigh, “Fine.  Look, we know this whole situation hasn’t been easy on you ladies.  Your lives have been turned upside down.  We wanted to make your morning easy and enjoyable.  Plus, we have a surprise for you.”.

At the mention of a surprise, the cautious faces of the ladies brightened a little.  “A surpise?”, squeaks Lucy in glee, “You blokes don’t keep us waiting, what is it?”. 

A broad proud smile pulls at Mikey’s face, “Angel Cakes, you’re going to love this!  We are throwing at Halloween party and you get to be my date!”.

“Wait! What?”, Rebel exclaims in disbelief around the bite of eggs in her mouth, “Are you guys being serious?”.

Donnie takes a sip from his coffee mug before sliding a seat up beside Rebel.  Sitting down, he loops his long arm around her shoulder, “It’s already planned out and guests invited.  Now, we just need to come up with costumes.”.

The atmosphere around the table changes, the heavy down-cast mood lifts, and everyone is excited to discuss the event. 

It is decided that the women will order parts of their costumes online have them shipped to April’s apartment.  They’ll get to spend the day there getting ready and enjoying a bit of sunlight, something that they have truly been missing.  Later that night, they’ll be escorted to the party location by Chief Vincent and several other officers to ensure their safety.

Mikey and Lucy decide to do a couples themed costume.  As they discuss the logistics of their idea, Raphael grows a little jealous of their excitement.  A couples theme…huh…something he thought he would never have the opportunity to do in his life. 

Later, as he helps Kassie back in bed, he asks if they could do a couples theme as well…which shocks the hell out of Kassie.  She never imagined her rough ninja would be so sentimental.  She readily agrees to allow him to pick their couples theme, which makes his face light up like the sun.

As they are discussing their theme, there’s a knock at Raph’s door.  Lucy peeks her head into the room and asks, “Ready to discuss our girl costumes?  Val and Rebel will be in to join us as soon as they are done washing the dishes.”.

“Dat’s my cue ta leave”, Raph states as he skirts around Lucy to leave the room.

“An actual American Halloween party!”, Lucy exclaims as Raphael shuts the door behind him, “I’m gobsmacked.  I haven’t been to a costume party in years.”

“I’m just excited to get to spend the day at April’s apartment and seeing the sun for a bit”, Kassie replies.

The two women chatter excitedly as another knock is heard at Raphael’s door.

“Come in”, Kassie calls from the bed, where Raphael has propped her up and tucked her in for comfort.

Leonardo and Donatello enter looking sheepish and awkward.  This should be interesting, Kassie thinks as she studies their body language. 

Leo clears his throat, keeps his eyes on the ceiling, and starts to speak, “We’d like to ask your advice, ladies.  We’d like to know what kind of things Rebel and Valerie might be…uh…well, you see we’d like to…ummm….”.

Donatello rubs the back of his neck and stares at the floor as he speaks up to help finish Leo’s failing sentence, “We’d like to impress them with our cosplay choices.  Are there any genres or themes that they would appreciate?”

Kassie and Lucy fight to hold in their giggles at the obvious discomfort of the two males asking how to impress their friends.  Kassie keeps her face as neutral as possible as she replies, “Aw, that’s sweet guys, I’m sure Lucy and I can help you pinpoint something that will interest them.”

Moments later Valerie and Rebel pass Donatello and Leonardo exiting the room. 

As the two women join their friends on Raphael’s bed to discuss their wardrobe plans, Rebel has to ask, “Why did I just over hear Donnie stating that he needed to pull out his welding equipment? What is that industrious turtle up to?”.

Lucy and Kassie exchange looks and bright smiles.  “Ohhhh, nothing.”, Kassie replies in a sing-song voice as Lucy snickers in the background.

“Okay, so what are we all dressing as?  Should we do a group theme?”, Valerie asks as she falls onto the bed.

“Mikey and I are doing a couples costume”, Lucy replies back.

“Interesting enough, Raph and I are too.”, adds Kassie, “So, sorry, no group theme, Val”.

“Fine. I guess I can go to my standard ideas comic hero or video game character.”, the burnette replies nonchantlantly.

“What do you see Donatello getting hard over?”, Rebel inquires to the group.

“A computer or a tool?”, Lucy chuckles jokingly.

Kassie scrunches up her face at the suggestion, “Mmmm..maybe you could a naughty nurse?”.

Rebel piffs at the suggestion, “I’m that every day, I want something to really knock him on his shell and have him worshipping at my feet.”.

Valerie rolls on to her back and throws her arms under her head for support, “The boy’s a gamer.  I’m on his system all the time, he plays WoW like me, hell, he even plays a Warlock like me.  You know, those Warlocks have a very sexy succubus minion.  I bet he’s watched that animation many-a-time and thought it would be interesting to have one in real life to play with.  She’d be easy enough to replicate, add some horns, some wings, a corset bustier and a whip and you’re golden”.

Rebel smiles wide…”Ohhhhhh….I likey”.

To be continued.... part 2

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[mermmarie]

Happy Halloween!! 🎃 Alt version of my Ghosttwins drawing. I found out about the #tmnttrickorkink tag late, but hopefully it’s okay for me to contribute with this? 👉🏽👈🏽

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[moxfirefly]

Our fourth installment of the Spooktober/Kinktober season is going to the red banded brute himself. This is related to a small snippet I did for the following post, https://hagelpaimon.tumblr.com/post/632192924641345536/just-straight-up-chaos-wanted-smutty-halloween

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

TW: exhibitionism? Ns*w themes, yall know by now.

The halloween parade in New York was an experience. It was a must do for the locals and tourist, missing out on it was simply not an option.

Raphael knew how much you enjoyed it and even being the good boyfriend he is, he made sure he’s find the best spot to watch it from. While he had executed that perfectly, found a good rooftop, laid a blanket out and took advantage of the nights commotion to be a little more lax on his hiding.

He did not factor in that your lips would be the most distracting thing during this evening. Gun to his head he barely watched the parade, more focused on watching as your lips wrapped around a lollipop from the bag of candy he stole off of Mikey’s stash. He saw how the hard candy rested on your lips, tongue darting out to lick the sticky residue.

It didn’t help that your lips were painted red. A color so gorgeous on you that it honestly didn’t same fair he used it. It should be yours, exclusively for you to use and not allow anybody on this planet attempt to wear it. Your lips parted in a big smile as you watched something pass by, an excited laugh that captivated him.

When you popped another piece of candy into your mouth, lips sucking your thumb for good measure, something inside Raphael simply ached.

Next life come back as candy.

Yup, that seemed better anyways. He could experience being taken to your lips and swallowed everyday.

You had started talking, grabbing his forearm and pointing as a group of ghostly jugglers walked by wowing the crowd with their skills. Sure, fascinating and incredibly acts of entertainment.

But your fucking ruby red lips.

“I love this holiday, honestly it’s the best!” You turned to beam at your boyfriend, happy that he had been so thoughtful as to take to this from a birdseye view. It wasn’t the same down there in the masses. Raph could simply nod with a smile, even those green eyes seemed entranced by your mouth.

Oh so he noticed the new lipstick?

And he was quite enjoying it too, hmm?

You smacked your lips for emphasis and watched Raph’s throat bob with a swallow. What gusto that brought you, rendering such a large being such as himself into a mess.

“Hey Raphie, want a kiss?” Coy didn’t begin to describe you, and like a moth to a flame Raph leaned in.

Much to his dismay he found your index finger obstructing his destination. When he arched a brow bone, he found that finger traveling down his chin, down his plastron, towards the hem of his shorts.

Something caught in his throat.

You palmed him, felt him just the faintest but hard but it took little time to get him fully there. Your lips ghosted across his own, the scent of the candy making him eager to taste it on your tongue but still you refused.

“Wore this special for you, kept thinking how it might look around you” Poor Raph was too far gone to even comprehend that sentence, to entrapped with your hand stroking him through his shorts, lips too inviting and shiny red.

You wished you could’ve seen his expression when you leaned down towards his crotch, hand pumping slowly but surely. Would’ve killed to have seen those green eyes completely wrecked when your mouth connected with the head of his cock. You made quite the show off engulfing him, slowly sliding with an excruciating pace that made Raph choke on air. His hand hesitated above your head and just as he thought what he should say or perhaps do you moaned around his length.

“Oh fuck babe-“ That large hand settled on the back of your head gently, followed each bob of your head as you sucked wantonly. Releasing him with a pop you grinned at the stripes of red you left on his cock. That alone made Raph groan, which of course prompted you to go back down on him. You took more, more than you naturally would, the eagerness to show off to keep feeling his thigh tremble. “Fuck look at ya” The sounds of the parade muffled the obscene sucking and suction noises you were making, each eager decent onto his length made spit pool at the base. “Taking me like a champ, fuuuuck yessss”

You felt his fingers thread through your locks, his words cut through the noise, egged you on to continue. Quickening your pace you felt him tense and try to warn you but you continue with every intention of swallowing all he had to offer. Each spurt hit and you did your best to swallow as much of him as you could.

When you released him with a greedy I take of air, you couldn’t help but marvel at the mess of spit and cum and lipstick.

But the best was Raphael’s face. Lips parted as he caught his breath, eyes glued to stains on your chin and thighs still shaking from the intensity of his release.

You swiped your chin, red and white cleaned.

Raphael swallowed, he could never erase this image from his brain.

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[tmnt-tychou]

Here is the beginning of my entry for the Trick or Kink Challenge posted by @turtle-babe83​ Original post found Here.

Summary: Name (insert the name of whatever OC/insert/reader you like) and the boys go out one foggy Halloween night in search of an old abandoned cemetery where four mutant turtles can go out at night and not be spotted by the living. But, as they split up to inspect the place, they find more than they bargained for. A choose your own adventure/turtle type story.

Rated PG-13 ish for spooky stuff.

It Hides Within The Fog: Part One

A massive garbage truck with the words “Tartuga Brothers” painted on the side drove through the foggy night. The strong headlights were barely bright enough to see the road. No street lights out here. It was nothing but gnarled trees and darkness on either side. A perfect Halloween night if there ever was one.

“Man, that's some fog,” Leonardo commented from the passenger seat. “How you doing, Donnie?”

From the driver's side, Donatello kept his eyes on the road. “I think we'll be fine. The road's narrow, but we haven't seen another car for miles. This place is really out there.”

“I told you,” a female voice came from the back. “Completely isolated. No one's going out this far. We'll have the place all to ourselves.”

“If there's anything out there,” Leonardo said with a small frown. “Are you sure we're still headed the right way?”

Name poked her head into the front area showing him the GPS tracker on her phone. “It says we're still headed in the right direction.”

As they all looked at the screen, it went blank, followed by a message stating all service was lost.

“Well, crap.”

“The truck's GPS is out, too,” Donatello said as he tried to drive and fiddle with the buttons at the same time.

“Focus on driving, Donnie,” Leonardo said. “The last thing we need is to get stuck out here.”

“You getting' us lost, Short Stack?” Raphael asked from the passenger seat next to Name.

“I don't think so. We're still going the right way. We should pass it soon. Either way, we'll be having an adventure. Right, Mikey?”

“You got it, Babes,” the smallest brother called from the back where he was happily eating some of the snacks they packed. “Everywhere we go is an adventure with you.” He winked and tossed another chip into his mouth.

The paving of the road suddenly ended and the truck bounced on the rocky, uneven terrain.

“Easy, Donnie!” Raphael barked.

“Sorry, sorry,” Donatello called back as he pressed on the brakes.

Leonardo frowned out the window. It felt like the trees were moving closer and closer. Leaning in. Reaching for them with gnarled branches. The fog barely allowed them to see more than a few feet in front of them, despite the strength of the massive headlights.

“I don't like this. Maybe we should go back before we don't have any room to turn around.”

Donatello kept driving, but it was clear he was considering their options.

“There it is!” Name cried as she popped her head in the front seat, pointing a finger forward.

As the truck rumbled to a stop, its lights illuminated a crooked, rusted gate.

“Dudes! Holy shit! It's like straight out of a movie!” Michelangelo announced as he too somehow managed to get his head into the front.

Leonardo and Donatello shared a look. Both were secretly relieved they found their destination.

“Told you guys I knew where we were going,” Name said proudly as she hopped out of the truck and stretched.

“Our navigator hasn't failed us yet,” Raphael agreed with affection as he climbed out after her.

The rest of the turtles all stepped out and looked around. Not that there was much to see at first glance. The fog was still thick as ever. To really see what was beyond the gates, they would have to go inside.

“There's nothing out here,” Donatello said as he fiddled with the tablet on his arm. “No signal, no power lines, no signs of modern civilization. Nothing.”

“No people,” Name pointed out. “No one to see us. We can do whatever we want out here.”

In response, the baying of a single coyote rose from somewhere in the distance, making them all stiffen as an iciness hung in the air.

“OW OOOOOW!” Raphael nearly jumped a foot as Michelangelo howled back as loud as he could.

“Mikey!”

“You heard the lady,” Michelangelo bantered back. “No one can hear us, Raph. We can do whatever we want.”

“Not whatever we want,” Leonardo said. “A little respect, please. This is still a cemetery.” Then his ice blue eyes seemed to brighten. “But we're definitely looking around.”

Everyone pulled out flashlights and Donatello locked up the truck. Raphael hefted the heavy, rusted gate open. The chain that had once kept it locked fell off as soon as the largest brother attempted to move the door. It squealed with a horrifying noise, loud enough to wake the dead as Raphael forced the ancient gate open. The others covered their ears against the horrific squeal of old metal.

“Well, if there was anyone around to hear us, they know we're here now,” Donatello quipped, though he was the first one to stroll right inside while the others hesitated.

Name hurried to catch up with him while the other brothers, she noticed, flanked her on all sides. Michelangelo and Leonardo to her right and left with Raphael watching her back. Being protective was second nature to them. Even though they were in a place that should be completely safe, they were always careful, always alert.

“Man, look at this awesome place,” Michelangelo announced as he swept his flashlight around. It was a very old cemetery long forgotten by time. Neglected, overgrown and eerie. Large, ornate headstones with crying, moss covered angels and gated mausoleums overrun by twisted vines.

“So cool,” Donatello breathed.

“So you guys want to pick a spot and tell ghost stories?” Name asked.

“Not yet, we gotta check this place out first,” Raphael said.

“For safety?”

“Uh, yeah. For that. Right.”

A look at all four brothers, she found them all bright-eyed with curiosity. It certainly wasn't everyday where the turtles found themselves in an open, above ground playground where they were free to be themselves, free to walk in the open without worrying if someone would see them. Add a bunch of spooky headstones and a thick blanket of fog and it was a ninja's wonderland.

It was almost simultaneous when each brother's flashlight landed on something interesting and they all split off in a different direction, their protective circle now broken. Name glanced at the disappearing shell of each one as the fog reached out to swallow them. Oh hell no, she was not going to stand around in this place alone. Quickly, she picked a turtle and hurried after him.

Part Two: Michelangelo

Part Three: Raphael

Part Four: Donatello

Part Five: Leonardo

Thus begins our cemetery Halloween adventure. Pick a turtle, choose your fate.

I’m going to try so hard to get three, hopefully four turtles done by Halloween. (At this point, I have no idea what the rating will be for the chapters. I write every rating.) Anybody else who wants to write their own chapter of this prompt, feel free to do so and substitute “Name” for any OC/self insert/reader you wish. Gender neutral or male character is fine, too. I had the Bayverse in mind when writing this, I feel that’s the spirit of the original prompt, but you can write for any TMNT universe and give it any rating from family friendly to adults only.

Please tag me. I’ll read all of them! If you want me to tag you with updates, let me know.

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[tmnt-tychou]

Welcome to part four! I was in Chicago last week which really inspired this  chapter with its many mausoleums, including one that is said to be haunted and you will see spirits if you go there and say out loud the inscription in this chapter.

Part One Is Here

Enjoy!

It Hides Within the Fog

Part Four: Donatello

The choice wasn't even difficult. Spending some quality time alone in the dark with her favorite turtle? (Though she would never admit a favorite out loud.) She'd jump on that in a heartbeat every time.

“Donnie!” she squealed merrily as she caught up with him and latched playfully to his arm.

He stopped, surprised but also pleased. “You're coming with me?”

Like the absolute nerd that he was, instead of bringing a flashlight, he had a headlamp strapped to his forehead as if he were a field student out looking for a rare nocturnal creature to band and study. The only rare, nocturnal creatures in this cemetery were him and his brothers.

Name attached herself to his arm. “I'm always up for exploring creepy new places with you, Don. Though you're blinding me with that thing.”

“Sorry,” he said, inclining his head so his headlamp wasn't shining right into her eyes. “But that's good information to know if I ever thought of taking you out on a date.”

Name's thoughts derailed into two separate camps at his words. Did he mean he was thinking about asking her out? Or was he using the big IF because he would never ask her out?

Her mouth moved on automatic. “Are you saying you have thought about it?”

She inwardly cringed at the eagerness in her voice, but knew that asking the question was the best way to get her answer. The two of them had too much of a frank relationship to let that kind of unspoken bullshit exist between them for too long. And she appreciated the hell out of it. Thought they were just friends at this point, it was the most honest and open relationship she had ever been in. Donatello's frankness was a breath of fresh air and she treasured it too much to let unanswered worries fester between them.

In answer, Donatello wouldn't look at her, but he said, “To be honest, I have thought about it. I really enjoy spending time with you. I would like to do it more often without my brothers around.”

Her face heated up. The arm she hugged felt so much warmer.

“I'd like that, too,” she told the ground. “I would totally go on an actual date with you if you're interested.”

“Oh, I'm interested!”

He said it so fast it made her laugh; half from butterflies and half from pure happiness.

He was grinning. “Okay, so um...give me some time to put something together and I'll let you know when.”

She was practically giddy with how easy this was; how everything just fell into place. Was this love? Was this how easy it was when you were with the right person?

“Sounds good! I look forward to it!”

They were both riding the same high, drowning in happy stupors as they wandered into the fog. Donatello had forgotten all about why he had walked in this direction in the first place until he came face to face with it.

An old mausoleum sunk into the tired ground. It was choked with creeping vines and smothered in grime. A gate that once locked out the public was left wide open, hanging off its hinges. Oddly, it looked forced open from the inside, as if someone or something had tried to get out.

Name flicked her flashlight over the large, rectangular structure while Donatello grabbed the vines over the entrance way and tugged them down. Revealed beneath was the inscription: “These graves belong to the dead, not the living.”

Name read it out loud, a chill creeping up her spine as she did so.

“Spooky.”

Donatello, still on the high from landing a date, just winked at her. He had to duck slightly before stepping inside. She followed, keeping her flashlight on his shell as if afraid to illuminate anything within. Once inside, Donatello's light uncovered a long hallway—much longer than expected from looking at it on the outside. On each side were rows of rectangular placards with names and dates.

Name found it all to be exceptionally cool. She had never been in a mausoleum before. She was sure Donatello hadn't either. Even though she was getting a very unique feeling that she shouldn't be there, she also wanted to keep looking.

Donatello was in the lead, systematically looking at one side then the other when he suddenly jumped back. He nearly knocked her over with his shell, but she managed to grab onto him to keep from falling.

“Sorry.” He glanced back at her. “It startled me.” She moved around him to see what had scared him so. Flush against the wall was a floor-to-ceiling mirror. Donatello had been spooked by his own moving reflection in a place where no mirror was expected to be.

She stood before him, watching their reflection. Donatello was behind her. He had momentarily removed his headlamp so he could look at their reflection without blinding the both of them. Name felt and saw his hand land lightly on her arm. She dared to think they looked like a couple, standing together like that. The soft smile he gave in the mirror made her guess he might be thinking the same thing.

Their gazes met in the mirror and she said, “So weird. Why would they put this in here?”

She half expected Donatello to come up with some obscure fact about mirrors in mausoleums, but all he said was, “To scare the hell out of us.”

She snorted and Donatello's reflection smirked before he moved on. The hallway stretched out far into the darkness. Was there a longer corridor underground? She didn't feel like they had walked down an incline. How was this thing so big on the inside? As they continued on, she noticed that the rows of placards no longer held names and dates. They were blank. As if waiting for the next death to be added to its collection.

Maybe the next name would be hers.

That thought almost didn't feel like her own. Like another voice had put it in there. The sensation of being targeted by something malevolent sent her heart racing.

“Donnie?” She glanced around, looking for him, but her flashlight could not locate his tall, shelled form. As she searched, she discovered other hallways to the left and right, extending far out into the darkness. To the right, she could have sworn she saw Donatello's light and silhouette disappear around the next corner. But as she moved to follow, a heavy hand landed on her shoulder.

“Oh, Donnie!” She spun in surprise. When had he managed to get behind her? Well, he was a ninja after all. “I thought you were—nevermind. I'm ready to get out of here.”

He nodded and looked back at the direction they had come. Name was more than happy to lead the way out. Even then, with Donnie right beside her, the oppressive sensation that she was in danger still pressed upon her. She wanted out of that building. Now.

As she hurried for the exit, they were forced to pass the mirror again. A mirror in this place in the light of day was creepy enough. She was definitely not keen on walking by it again in the dark. Still, she couldn't help but glance at the reflection as they passed. Donatello was behind her and he looked like himself, but wrong somehow at the same time. It had to be a trick of the light. That mixed with her growing anxiety was making her imagination run wild.

Yet, her instincts were screaming at her to run. To get her body out of that crypt. And why didn't Donnie have his headlamp anymore? Why was he standing so quietly in the dark when he snuck up on her? She surged forward to get some space between them. Large, heavy hands caught her shoulders. She was flung into the concrete wall and it knocked the wind out of her. Hands pinned her, something that looked like Donatello loomed over her. But the way he was smiling at her, the way that smile bared sharp teeth, was very unlike the turtle she knew.

“Donni—”

Those hands that had only showed her anything but kindness now wrapped around her throat. She struggled for air; fingers prying at his grip, foot kicking him in the torso. The tall turtle was immovable. She dared to try to hit him in the head with her flashlight, but she couldn't reach. The light flickered around the room, reflecting off his glasses. Illuminating that predatory grin. He liked this. He was going to enjoy watching the life leave her eyes.

This wasn't Donnie. She began to see stars as her vision faded. The last thing she would ever remember before death was that hideous grin.

Then, something barreled into her attacker and she fell to the ground coughing for air. Her throat was on fire with each breath. And Donatello—her Donatello—stood between her and that grinning thing. That dorky headlamp was still strapped to his forehead. His tech bo sparkled with electricity as he faced the mirror image of himself.

“You okay?” Donatello called over his shoulder. It was a relief to hear his voice. So far, the turtle impostor hadn't made a sound.

She tried to respond, but she couldn't get out more than a few rasps before the thing attacked.

************

Donatello had no time to check on her as his double charged. That thing, whatever it was, was as big and heavy as he, but it wasn't as skilled. Donatello dodged the attack and sent his double flying down the corridor. He didn't know why there was another mutant turtle in here that looked just like him, he only knew that it was hurting Name and was therefore his enemy.

The double's face curled into a snarl, but it still made no noise. Any other time this would have been a fascinating encounter, but not with the life of the person he really cared about on the line. He crouched protectively, keeping himself between her and it. But the Donatello thing turned and somehow skittered right up the wall and into the darkness. Try as he might, Donatello could not find it again. It was as if his doppelganger only existed in the light and when darkness took it, the form was ripped away.

Though he wasn't sure what happened, it felt as though the danger had gone. Donatello turned back to check on Name and found her standing directly behind him. He nearly jumped to find her so close.

“Hey, are you okay?”

She looked a little battered and scared, but she nodded. Then motioned to her throat.

“It's going to be sore for a while,” he confirmed. “I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner. I didn't realize you were no longer right behind me.”

She smiled at him and gestured to his bo. Did she want to hold it? If it would make her feel safer, he would have gladly given her anything he had to offer. She took it, inspected it for a moment. And then rammed it into Donatello's side, shocking him, right into the strip of exposed skin between his shell and plastron.

He grit his teeth as he was hit with the full voltage the weapon could muster. Electricity coursed through him and dropped him to the ground. Another shock and he was on his side, muscles in uncontrollable spasms.

He stared wide-eyed at Name—at her mirthless, wide grin. And over her, the shadow of his double appeared. It took the bo from Name, placing its foot on Donatello's plastron to hold the shaking turtle down. Then it pressed a button on the staff and a blade shot out of the tip. These things, whatever they were, did not mean for either of them to leave this crypt alive.

These graves belong to the dead.

***********

Name came to, with both her neck and now her head killing her. She had a vague recollection of trying to get air back into her lungs, and then a figure the same size as her had shoved her head into the wall. She saw a Donatello-like figure on the ground and another Donatello standing above him, bo staff in hand. And...was that her? Which one was her Donnie? Then, she noticed the one on the ground still had that nerdy headlamp on. The bo's blade glistened in the light.

Shit! They were going to kill him! What could she do against her own double and a creature that size? Then, she saw the mirror. Donatello had taken off his headlamp when they looked at it. His double didn't have one. Did these creatures come from the mirror? Had they created them themselves by stopping to stand in its reflection?

The Donatello double tried to stab down, but Donatello rolled out of the way. He tried to kick back, but his movements were weak and unsteady. He was outnumbered and he was struggling to get his body to move. She had to do something!

Unsteady herself with her swimming vision, she managed to get to her feet and wrapped her fingers around the frame of the mirror. It wouldn't budge.  Donatello managed to dodge again as his double attacked. He came face to face with Name's duplicate and she saw him hesitate instead of attacking her.

No, Donnie! Don't hold back on her! Save yourself! She wanted to scream, but her throat was still sore.

And try as she might, she still couldn't yank the mirror free. It was stuck solid. So she grabbed her flashlight and hit the damned thing as hard as she could. It shattered into glittering pieces all around her.

And around Donatello, the doubles shattered just the same. The two impostors cracked and fell into sharp, shiny shards, showering the turtle in broken glass as he covered his head.

When all was still, Name made her way over.

“Donnie?” she croaked in a dry voice.

He grabbed his bo first, making sure the weapon could not be used against either of them again. Then he pulled himself to his feet as she reached for him.

“Is it you this time?”

“Yes, it's me,” she managed to rasp.

The two touched each other. Confirmed with eyes, with hands on faces and arms, that each was real and safe.

“Are you hurt?” they both asked.

“I'm fine,” they replied together.

“Jinx,” Name said, and tried to laugh, but ended up coughing.

Donatello pulled her in, his form still with a slight tremor, but he felt warm and safe.

“Back to the truck,” he announced. “We're getting out of here.”

She was more than willing to let him guide her. Her flashlight had broken upon impact. All that was left as a source of light was that beautiful little headlamp that told its simple truth of who was the real Donatello.

They stumbled together out of the mausoleum, clinging to each other with relief and unwilling to let go of one another. As they hurried back, the crooked gates were a welcome sight, as was Raphael's bellow of “LEOOOOO!” coming out of the mist like a foghorn.

“There's one of my brothers,” Donatello said dryly.

Name was so happy to hear Raphael's voice. She had never so badly wanted to huddle up somewhere tight and enclosed with all four brothers surrounding her. Safe. They would keep her safe and she would know that they were safe as well.

As they neared the gate, the other three wayward turtles appeared from the fog—all from different directions. She was alarmed at the state of each one. Mikey was wild-eyed and out of breath. Raphael was splattered in blood. Leonardo was soaked and filthy.

Name suddenly forgot all that she had been through as concern flooded her.

“Guys, what happened to you? Are you okay?”

The other three all paused when they saw her, then glanced around themselves as if expecting to see someone else standing next to them. All three were a mixture of surprised and haunted at the sight of her. Donatello's arm had never released her from his side the entire walk back.

Raphael was the first to recover from his stupor. “You don't know what happened to us—you've been with Donnie the whole time?”

It nearly sounded like an accusation and she felt the need to defend herself. “Yeah, I had to pick one of you. All four of you wandered off at the same time.”

“And the three of you each thought Name had gone with you?” Donnie surmised.

“Yeah, she had to be with me,” Michelangelo insisted. “I had her in my arms. I carried her. If it wasn't her, then what was that?”

Name flashed back to the mirror people. Were there doubles everywhere?

“You didn't get hurt, did you?” Raphael asked her. “When you were with me, I saw you get hurt.”

She did get hurt, but clearly not in the same way that Raphael had seen her wounded. She shook her head emphatically. “No, I'm not hurt.” It wasn't completely true, but it seemed like something the largest brother needed to hear.

“Good,” he replied with relief. “I'm actually okay with you not having been there with me. It wasn't pretty.”

Michelangelo seemed to have calmed, but Leonardo still looked unsettled as his gaze kept wandering back to the mist. Name moved to touch his arm.

“Leo, are you okay?”

The question shook him. He gave a tight smile and nodded. It then occurred to her that she hadn't heard him utter a word. Just like the mirror creatures.

Donatello must have thought that, too. He said, “Leo, I need you to confirm out loud.”

Leonardo blinked. “I'm fine, Donnie. Let's get in the truck and get out of here.”

As they all moved as one, Name once again clung to Donatello's arm.

“Donnie, how do the other guys think they were with me when I was with you the entire time? I don't think they encountered the types of doubles we did. They weren't attacked by me. They genuinely thought it was me that was with them.”

“Maybe you were.” Donatello pulled out the keys as they reached the truck and tossed them to Michelangelo. He then motioned for Raphael to get in. “Where are you hurt?” he then asked his largest brother.

“Just a few scratches. The blood's not mine,” Raphael responded with a bit of pride.

Name sat herself in the other middle seat as Leonardo and Michelangelo both sat in the front. The truck chugged to life as Michelangelo wasted no time in turning them around and getting them the hell out of there. Name quickly put on her seat belt while Donatello anchored himself as best he could to the vehicle floor so he could work.

“What did you mean the other guys were also with me tonight?” Name then asked him. “How is that possible?”

Donatello glanced up from where he was cleaning Raphael's arm. “There's a multiverse theory that every decision we make splits off into infinite realities. One universe where we decided to go left and another where we decided to go right.

“In this case, when the four of us split up, you were left with four decisions: which turtle to follow. Three other universes were created, one for each decision you made. And maybe for a brief moment, all four universes converged into one before separating into their own entities.”

From the driver's seat, she could see Michelangelo shaking his head. Leonardo still radiated a disquiet about him. The look on Raphael's face as he watched her was unintelligible.

“Well,” she then announced with a long exhale. “I hope that at least means none of you had to face anything scary alone.”

Raphael still looked like he had rather her not have been present for whatever it was he had encountered. Leonardo, however, glanced back, looking less on edge. He even managed to give her a tight, but sincere smile.

“If you hadn't been with me, maybe I wouldn't have survived,” Donatello said softly. “You're the one that stopped them.”

She doubted that. The guys were stronger and more capable than her. They could survive anything. Donatello would have figured it out, but she was glad she had been there to help him.

She leaned in and whispered for his ears only. “In this universe, I chose you.”

The purple-banded turtle smiled softly to himself as he finished bandaging Raphael's wounds.

With that said, Name opted for moving to the back seat and when Donatello was done, he joined her. The two held hands, fingers entwined, all the way back to the city.

**********

Almost done! I’m going to try my best to finish the last part by Halloween. Either way, it WILL be finished, even if I miss the deadline. As always, a big thanks for reading and please forgive me if you asked me to tag you and I missed it. Feel free to ask me again.

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What’s your poison?

#it's-a-moi #my drawings #I'm a simple woman #I listen to nightclub music and I get back to my hoe days #and I draw characters being hoes #I draw Donnie too hot for his own good - AND I AIN'T GONNA STOP #tmnttrickorkink #why not lol EVIL SCIENTIST AHOY #btw the tattoo on his arm is just a lil' something personal I've been adding for a long while

[tmnt-tychou]

Welcome to part three! Warning on this one for language and slight gore. Feel free to let me know if you want to be tagged. (Though please forgive me/remind me if I miss anybody.)

Also, I have found the theme song for this series if you want to listen to it while you read. Click Here

Here is Part One

It Hides Within The Fog

Part Three: Raphael

“Raph, Wait!” He disappeared within the fog and Name ran after him. For a second, she thought she lost him, but then she was able to pick his bulk out of the darkness. His size was difficult to lose for too long.

He paused as she caught up with him. “You coming with me, Short Stack?” He glanced behind them. “Where'd the others go? Leo! Donnie? Mikey!”

No response from the other brothers. The ubiquitous fog had swallowed up all flashlights, brothers, and all other sound. Raphael didn't seemed worried about it. He just frowned at being ignored with a “Whatever. We'll find 'em later.”

Now Name was determined to stay next to him. She had no idea where the other brothers had gone. Though to be honest, if she was going to end up lost in a spooky graveyard with one of them, she would have picked Raphael every time. Not just because he was big and strong, and very protective, but because he felt safe. Everything about the large turtle always felt safe. Like he would never let anything hurt her.

Even the very first time she saw him looming over her, eyes dangerous, she felt in her heart she would be alright. It was something she always meant to tell him. It was just never the right time. Raphael seemed like he was more of a loner, but the reality was that he was constantly around his brothers. He liked being around his brothers. It made it very difficult to get in a private conversation.

Now, she finally had some one on one time with him, but this certainly didn't feel like the right time for expressing the truth of her heart. Not when there was a constant chill running up her spine, making her glance around. Her flashlight raked through the fog as she felt a distinct feeling of being observed. But there was nothing but headstones.

Raphael must have felt it, too. His whole body shuddered and he shook his shoulders as if he were trying to dislodge a physical force hanging off his back. He, too, glanced around at the shadows and then his gaze landed on Name standing at his elbow.

“Stay close to me. I don't want to lose you, too.”

Never. She had no intention of leaving his side, though she didn't say so out loud.

Despite the eerie feeling in the air, Raphael pushed forward deeper into the cemetery as if he were after something specific. His trajectory took them up a steep hill with dead, dry grass and dirt patches. Even with his size, he weaved gracefully around the headstones while Name nearly tripped on the corner of one almost completely buried by nature's overgrowth.

The hill was so steep, it was difficult to see what was perched at the top until they were almost right next to it. A massive slab of rectangular concrete. The biggest headstone they had encountered in the cemetery thus far. Yet, Raphael was confused as he came upon it.

“That's it?” he wondered as he looked it over.

“What's wrong with it?” Name asked.

“I caught a glance of this thing from down there. I thought there was something big on top of it. I wanted to see what it was.” He searched around, shining his flashlight in all directions. Up on the hill, they were above most of the fog with it only swirling around their ankles. Below them, it became thicker and thicker until it swallowed up everything at the bottom.

The full moon was out. Not that it could be seen through the thickness. The fog ate everything like a greedy, amorphous mass. But up here, the moonlight illuminated all that the fog had not consumed. Raphael's eyes glittered from behind his mask as he looked around in confusion.

“Maybe I got turned around. Maybe this isn't the same thing I saw.”

Name had no idea what he had originally noticed before he came up here, but the view was spectacular. So was this headstone. Or whatever it was. While Raphael wandered in confusion, she turned her flashlight on the massive rectangle to inspect it further.

It looked more like an altar than a headstone. Who was buried here? She crouched and inspected the side, looking for any kind of epitaph. Like everything else here, the stone had darkened with age and moss. She managed to find a few inscriptions, but they were eroded away. So badly eroded they didn't even look like English. More like strange symbols.

As she crouched, she grabbed the side of the stone to steady herself and pulled back when she felt wetness. Inspecting her hand in the light, she squeaked in surprise and disgust at the stark red on her skin.

“What? What happened?” Raphael poked his head around and saw her hand. “Hey, you okay? Did you cut yourself?”

He was immediately at her side, taking her hand in his and trying to wipe off the blood to find the wound.

“I'm not hurt. It...the blood's not mine.”

Raphael continued to clean her hand as if not believing her. When he failed to find any cut, his eyes traveled up to meet hers. “Good. The guys would give me so much shit if you got hurt on my watch.” His gaze trailed back down, his hands still holding hers. His thumb rubbed the middle of her palm. “And I...I don't ever want to see you hurt. Especially when I could have prevented it. I'd never let anything happen to you if I could help it.”

Name froze. It felt like her heart stopped in her chest. She had just been thinking about finding the courage to say what she had been wanting to say to him if they ever had a moment alone. And now Raphael had surprised the hell out of her by doing just that. The fact that there were things he even wanted to say floored her. Her brain struggled to catch up.

Say it! Now's the time! Tell him!

“I always feel safe with you. I know you'll never let anything happen to me,” she blurted. Her mind scrambled for traction. Wasn't there more? What did she always want to say to him? “And I just like spending time with you. I wish we spent more time together. Like...just you and me. Uh...if you wanted to.”

She was sure her face burned as he stared at her with a wide-eyed, but otherwise undecipherable expression. She wished he would say something. Anything. This was torture.

“I didn't know you felt like that,” he finally responded. His voice was low, soft.

Her face was on fire as she looked down at her thighs.

“I'd like to spend more time with you, too.”

Her head shot up, staring at him before a smile pulled at her mouth. “Yeah?”

He nearly laughed. “Yeah, of course. You think I wouldn't want to? I really—” Raphael cut himself off as he touched the stone himself and pulled back his hand covered in blood. “What the hell?”

He jumped to his feet, shining his light on the stone. It had been hard to tell, because the slab itself was so dark with age. Dark with old blood of having been used many times before.

“Where did all this blood come from?” Raphael's voice jumped a little higher than his normal tone.

“The blood,” said a new, dark male voice, “is for you.”

As if summoned, out of the darkness came a figure in a black robe. He had blended into the night, just another eerie monument among the headstones. As he neared, his face couldn't be seen, but the robe he wore was soaked in a dark, thick liquid. More blood. Whose blood, it was hard to tell.

“I have summoned you here, oh Beast of Darkness, Great and Terrible One.”

“Me?” Raphael squawked, pointing to himself.

“Rude,” Name whispered, offended on his behalf.

“Yes, you are the Shadow Beast,” the voice in the robe said. “It That Which Devours. The Ravening, Insatiable Hunger.”

“Uh...I already ate before I came here,” Raphael said. “Though I guess I could eat again. You buying?”

The robed figure stuttered in confusion and they could see a bit of his face as the hood slid back. Just some normal-ass pale dude out in the cemetery all alone.

“But...you're The Beast, right?” he asked in a smaller voice. “I did everything correct. I brought the blood, I said the words. You're what I summoned.”

“That blood; you kill someone for that?” the turtle asked dangerously.

“Uh, no. It's from...a butcher shop.” He physically wilted. “I didn't summon you?”

“Hey guy, I drove here,” Raphael shot back. “I'm not this beast, alright?”

“Super rude,” Name hissed from behind him.

The man's eyes fell on her. “Maybe I used the wrong blood. Maybe it needed to be human after all.”

He pulled a switchblade from his pocket. Not a particularly impressive one, but Raphael still stiffened at the sight of steel. He moved in front of Name, a solid wall between the two humans.

“Oh, I don't think so. You better get your dumb ass outta here before I toss you out.”

Now the man looked more offended than confused. His mouth turned down as he pointed his blade at the mutant turtle.

Raphael snorted. He was at least twice this guy's size and completely towered over him. “C'mon. Are you kidding? You wanna try me?”

“Raph, don't hurt him,” Name said, touching his arm. “He's just some lonely goth nerd having fun on Halloween. Kinda like us.”

He huffed again. “I don't care what he is or what he's doing. Nobody threatens you in front of me. Even if you could beat their ass without my help.”

She made a sound of endearment at him. The man, however, was growing more and more agitated with the situation. He grit his teeth and was about to yell at them when a low, dangerous rumble came from somewhere in the fog. The mist followed, growing, consuming. Now swirling around the top of the hill as it had been below.

All of them stopped; frozen. Raphael had been at the top of the food chain just a second ago, but that sound triggered something in his primordial lizard brain. He was now the prey.

“What...was that?” Name whispered.

Raphael made a hushing sound, backing her up against the altar as he swiveled his head from side to side, trying to triangulate the source of his newfound fear. The night had gone quiet again, but something lurked just beyond what their eyes could see. Something moved smooth and silent like a ship, barely breaking the cloud-like fog.

The other human glanced around wildly, looking nervous. Then his anger won out again. “Screw this! This whole thing was bullshit! When I get back to town, I'm gonna—” And he was gone.

Between one breath and another, he ceased to exist. Darkness came for him and winked him out of existence. All that remained of him now was the wet crunching of bones somewhere in the night.

PREDATOR Raphael's animal instincts screamed.

He glanced back at Name and his fear deepened. He never worried about if he could protect himself, no matter what he was up against. But her. He had never been this afraid.

The fog closed in tighter, as if it had a mind of its own. It scattered as something cut through it. Raphael's sais were out in a blink as something big and dark rushed in. It was wolf-like in shape; pointed angles and long legs.

The creature wasn't aiming for him, but for Name. He lunged to put his body between them and thrust out with the tip of his blade. The barrel of the monster's chest should have taken the hit, but the sai went through the body is if it were made of the blackest smoke. But the teeth; the teeth were solid, sharp, and cut through the flesh of his arm in a snap of jaws. Then it disappeared into the fog.

Raphael stared after it, insensate to his wounds for the breath of a moment. He had been called monster before, but it was the first time in his life where the word echoed in his own head as he tried to identify what he saw.  Unidentifiable, ravening, unnatural.

Then the pain hit and he winced as blood dripped down his arm, slickening the grip of his weapon.

“Raph!” Name cried when she realized he was hurt.

He only glanced at her—a warning look—and she was silent. The danger was still among them. Watching, hungry.

He saw it in the mist, darker than the gray fog around it. The wolf-like form stood up on its hind legs and shifted its shape. So easily it shifted, as if had no real form and was all forms at the same time. It grew tall, wide in the shoulders with stocky, thick legs. His heart jumped in his throat when he realized the form was copying his own in size.

The head remained wolf-like. Raphael could have sworn it grinned.

“Raph,” Name whispered in fear.

“Stay behind me,” he said, not taking his eyes off the beast. “Whatever happens, don't let it get between us.”

He heard her gasp and the creature rushed him again. This time, he was ready for the attack. The steel of his weapon clashed against rows of teeth as he tried to stab for the mouth. That seemed the only solid part of the thing. Yet, it managed to manifest claws that raked viciously down his plastron before it was gone again. Raphael looked down at the marks it left. If he hadn't had a shell protecting himself, he would have been gutted all over the ground.

Name watched in fear as she heard the scraping of claws on shell. “Are you alright?” She wanted to get in front of him, touch him for herself. Feel for any wounds.

“I said say behind me!” He growled as the creature came again.

It darted in, back on all fours, zig-zagging this way and that. It came for him, then faked to the side, trying to get around him. He managed to stay the protective wall as the creature lunged for Name, but collided with a solid shell before darting off again. It came again from the other side of the altar, leaping over it and nearly landing on top of her. Raphael managed to get himself in front of her, stabbing at nothing but air as he felt claws catch the lip of his shell and his arm.

His mind rushed in a panic. They were open and exposed. He couldn't protect her here. He had to get her somewhere safe. But there was nowhere with shelter from the beast. Just open area in all directions.

“Listen,” he said lowly as he glanced around, waiting for the next blow. “If it gets me, I need you to run.”

She was terrified of the idea. More of leaving him than of the creature itself. “Raph, No!”

“I mean it, you get out of here the second you can. Find the guys, get back to the truck. Get yourself somewhere safe. Promise me.”

She worked her mouth, unable to make such an oath. She didn't want to leave him.

And the creature stalked out of the mist once more. Right before their eyes, it melted, then split in two and reformed again. Twin wolf-like forms. They attacked as one.

“Shit,” Raphael hissed.

His twin sais spun in the air as the duo came for him. He sliced through them, the blades meeting no resistance. This time, he hit one in the mouth and there came a satisfying, tearing sound. Raphael grinned as he saw the lower jaw of creature hang loose.

Then Name's scream tore any elation from the hit away from him. The second one had her in its jaws, teeth wrapped around her arm, before he came barreling down upon it. The creature exploded into black mist as Raphael grabbed her, rolled on his shell over the alter and dropped them both on the other side. He landed on top of her in a protective crouch. The whole of his body covered her smaller frame as he looked her over with wide, wild eyes.

“You okay?”

She hissed as she looked at her tattered jacket, felt the pain of the teeth marks as blood leaked out. “It got me.”

Raphael growled. A deep, animal rumble of rage in his chest. On the outside, he looked pissed. On the inside, he was falling apart. He was terrified. They got past him once, they could do it again. He had to stop this thing. He had to protect her. If he couldn't protect the people he loved, what good was he?

He kept her bodily pressed against the alter as he peered over it and all around. On the other side, one black wolf creature stepped out of the fog. Then another. Another. And one more. Now there were four. They would get past him. They would keep multiplying until there were more than he could ever hope to block. What was he going to do? He wished his brothers were here.

They would laugh if they knew he had already given up. Leonardo would say he was disappointed. Raphael couldn't bear that thought. If he was going down, he was going down swinging. He would defend Name with all his might, try to give her a fighting chance to stay alive.

“I'm going to rush 'em,” he told her. “I'm going to take all their attention and you're going to run.”

Her arms went around his neck, holding him so tight. Her whole body was shaking. So was his.

“Don't make me leave you,” she whispered.

Raphael closed his eyes. What he wouldn't have given to have those arms around him before this night. If only he had known sooner, he would have made time. He was such a fucking idiot.

“Hey, you just survive, alright? Don't worry about me. I'll come get you when it's all over.”

She was already shaking her head before he could finish. She knew better. She knew it was a lie. But there was no more time to argue. The four creatures stalked toward the alter. Only the slab of stone existed as any kind of barrier between them.

Raphael steeled himself for one last fight. He was shaking. He pressed his wounded hand to the stone to steady himself. The instant his blood touched the dark surface, it burned.

“What the hell?” Raphael demanded as his palm stuck to the heat. He couldn't move. Something had a hold of him and his whole hand felt like it was touching fire.

On the other side of the alter, the creature suddenly sucked itself back into one entity. As one, he and the creature became connected in mind and Raphael somehow understood it was the blood. The summoner's actual blood needed to be used to control the beast. He had offered his and now he heard its thoughts. He felt its hunger, its hate. It wanted Name. It wanted to spill her blood upon its alter. It wanted more sacrifices.

And he heard its question, though it was not so much in solid words as a feeling. The creature wanted to know what Raphael wished of it. What were its orders as a summoned agent of darkness.

Raphael snarled at it. “I want you to fucking stay solid so I can kill you!”

One foot upon the alter, he tore himself free of its hold and used its height to springboard himself onto the creature. He felt its solid form as they collided, though he couldn't tell if it was made of fur or flesh, or something else entirely. It screamed and snarled, as did he, as they rolled around in a violent tangle, knocking down headstones in their wake.

The monster's claws found mostly his protective shell, but a few scratches managed to catch his skin. All the while Raphael felt the absolute satisfactory sensation of plunging his sai into solid flesh. Holding the weapon so the prongs stuck out between his fingers, his stabbed his fist into the creature again and again. Dark blood spattered out, spraying him, spraying the final markers of people gone long before him.

The beast howled and screamed, not in pain, but in rage. Its body was failing. Its time on the mortal plane was coming to an end. The kicks became weaker as the body was torn. Raphael hadn't let up. Even as the creature tired, he continued stabbing until the final blow. He ran the point of his sai through the creature's head, pinning it to the ground like a grotesque lawn ornament.

There, the beast was finished. Its form disappeared like the dark mist it came from, the sound of a long, dry exhale as it vanished. Raphael remained alone, bleeding, panting. Shaking.

Name ran from her hiding place and practically tacked him.

“Raphael! Look at me! Are you okay?” She cupped his face with trembling hands. There was so much blood on him. “Please, God, tell me you're okay.”

It took a few breaths, but he managed to find his voice. “I'm okay. Are you okay?”

She nodded emphatically, unable to trust her words. Her hands kept smoothing over his face in a self-soothing motion. She had come so close to losing him before she had ever had the chance to say all the things swimming around in her heart.

Raphael tried to stand, but his knees had turned to jelly.

“Wait here,” she told him. “I'll go find the guys to come get you.”

“No.” He desperately grabbed her wrist. “Don't you go anywhere. You stay with me. We don't know if there's anything else out there.”

At the back of her mind, she was a bit annoyed that he could send her away from danger, but she wasn't allowed to leave him when the danger was over. They could discuss that later. Right now, she understood his need to keep an eye on her.

“Alright, Big Guy, we stick together.” She stood and steadied him as he shakily got to his feet. Together, they retraced their steps back down the steep hill.

“Guys?” she called out into the fog. “You out there? Where is everyone? “Mike! Donnie! Leonardo!”

“LEOOOOOOO!” Raphael bellowed into the fog in that same obnoxious tone and volume that he knew drove his brother nuts when he screamed it through the lair.

Up ahead, the main gates appeared and the truck was still there, waiting patiently for their return. As they made their way toward it, the missing brothers appeared from the fog, all from different directions.

Name was surprised to see that the other three didn't look like they had a great time either. Michelangelo limped in, a hand clutching his cut arm. Donatello was wide-eyed and as pale as a turtle could be. Leonardo looked like he had been dragged through a canal. Where did he find water in this place?

“Where the hell were you guys?” Raphael growled. “We were fightin' for our lives while you guys were out here jerkin' off.”

“What are you talking about?” Michelangelo said. “Name and I were just running for our lives from this girl without a...” He trailed off when he noticed she was plastered to Raphael's side, in a completely different state than Michelangelo remembered her to be in. He glanced to his side as if expecting someone to have been standing there.

“Hey, when did you get over there?” He touched her arm and she hissed in pain.

Michelangelo pulled back his hand, eyes widening at the blood. “When did you get hurt? You were fine. I...I protected you.” Raphael growled at his smaller brother, putting himself between them. “Don't touch her.” His voice softened as he looked to her. “Show me. Let me see how bad it is.”

Name hissed as she tried to remove her jacket. The claw marks were starting to burn. Leonardo dove in, attempting to take control and help her out. Raphael shoved him away, gnashing his teeth.

“Back the fuck off, Leo! I said don't touch her!”

Leonardo backed up, eyes wide. Raphael's outburst wasn't so much about him, but that Raphael was stuck in primal protective mode. Adrenaline was still racing through his veins, making him overreact. Any act of aggression, or just pro-activeness was going to set him off. Leonardo looked to Donatello who was staring at Name with a haunted expression.

“Leo, until a moment ago, I could have sworn she had been with me the entire time,” Donatello whispered. “How was she with Raph?”

Leonardo just shook his head. Nothing else mattered now but getting everyone safely out of here. “Worry about it later. Can you get them in the truck? I'll drive.”

Donatello nodded. He took a step forward, but no more than that. “Raph,” he said softly. “Let's get her out of here and somewhere safe, okay? Can you take her to the truck?”

Raphael merely nodded. He wrapped Name up in his arms. She squeaked as she was lifted off her feet bridal style.

“I can still walk. I'm not that hurt,” she insisted.

“I don't care,” came the dark reply that left little room for argument.

Effortlessly, despite his damaged arm, he carried her through the gates. Name felt her face grow warm at having his strength all around her. She dared to rest her cheek against him and felt the thundering of his heart even through the plastron.

Donatello opened the side door and Raphael stomped inside, plopping himself in a seat with Name still held protectively in his lap. Donatello climbed in after while the other two brothers sat themselves in the front. Leonardo started up the garbage truck and guided them around. His fists clenched the steering wheel so hard they shook.

“Bro,” Michelangelo said, touching his arm.

Leonardo forced himself to relax and focus on his driving.

In the back, Raphael was a veritable thunder cloud; stormy and growly as Donatello, steadying himself on his knees while the truck moved, attempted to apply first aid.

“Is it just the arm?” he asked Name.

“Yeah, I think so.”

Raphael growled as Donatello helped her out of the sleeve of her jacket.

“Stop,” Name told the turtle in red, flicking him lightly between the eyes.

Raphael blinked and the growling stopped, though he still didn't look happy.

“That's one way to do it,” Donatello said as he fumbled through the first aid kit. They hit a dip in the road and he nearly toppled over.

“Are you okay, Donnie?” Name then asked. Despite her own near-death experience, she couldn't help noticing how he looked so haunted. They all did.

He smiled at her. “I'll be fine.” He pulled out a sterile gauze pad and pressed it to her arm. As soon as he touched her, the possessive growling began again. But Donatello ignored it as he then grabbed Raphael's hand and pressed it to the pad.

“Keep it there until we get home.”

Then Donatello sat himself in the other middle seat, because he knew better. Raphael wouldn't accept any first aid for himself until Name was taken care of, and it was impossible to offer that on this rocky, hole-infested road. They both could be tended to when they got back to the lair. Plus his brother needed time to calm down. He would be impossible to work with until his fear and protective response had run its course.

The truck was absolute silent on the way back to the city. No music. Everyone swallowed in their own thoughts, including Name. The adrenaline was starting to wear off. In its place was impossible fatigue that warred with the last bits of survival instinct forcing her to keep her eyes open. But she was still in Raphael's arms and he was so warm and safe. And now his heart thumped a deep, steady rhythm that lulled her.

“Hey,” his deep voice rasped in her ear, causing her to lift her head.

“You feeling better?” she asked.

He sighed. “I don't know if I'll feel better for a while. That was fucking nuts back there. And I didn't protect you. You got hurt on my watch. I never wanted that to happen. I'm sorry.”

She touched his arm, content to remain against him. “I'm okay. I want you to be okay, too. Let the guys look at your wounds, alright? You can let them help you.”

He was already nodding before she finished. He knew she was right. “Yeah, I will. I just wanted to tell you...” He paused, glancing out the window at the full moon. The fog was gone now, the city lights glittering in the distance. “When we get back, I don't want to waste anymore time not saying things.”

“Me, too,” she agreed and he snapped his head around to stare at her with wide eyes. His relief mirrored her own. “When we get home, let's have a long talk and say all the things we've been meaning to say.”

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It’s getting close to spooky time and you know what that means…..

Four brand new stories coming this October! One for each turtle and yes, they will be steamy. 😏 Our ghostly pal, Joe, will be doing a bit of matchmaking.

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Spooky, fluffy, romantic, outright scary, smutty, let’s have fun with it!!! Any iteration of the turtles!! Use OC’s or readers!!

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Donnie x F!Reader

This is the final 2021 TMNT Trick or Kink that I needed to finish. I hope you all enjoy!

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only, also mentions of drinking blood

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Hell, they shouldn’t even exist. How could this even be possible? But the evidence was there, in dark red droplets on the petri dish. Donnie’s fingers shook as he adjusted the microscope lens. His mutant genes kept him healthy, destroying any and all illness, so why was this particular blood borne pathogen taking over his cells?

“Fuck me,” he muttered, collapsing in his chair.

He had to find a cure, and fast.

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It had been nearly three weeks since you had seen Donatello. You had been friends long before you started seeing each other romantically so you knew how he could get caught up in his work. Usually though, he at least sent a text occasionally or tried to video chat while he worked. You had been concerned and reached out to Leo. He assured you that Donnie was just eyeballs deep in a big project and that it needed his undivided attention. You became suspicious when he followed up with an order to stay away till Donnie was finished. “Distractions could be dangerous,” was all he had offered in explanation. That was a week ago. With nothing coming from your genius boyfriend, you had to assume he was still working hard. You worried over whether or not he was getting enough rest, or food. Don had a tendency to live on coffee and Poptarts if you didn’t keep an eye on him. You missed your man, dammit. Enough was enough. You made up your mind to go check on him, despite Leo’s warning.

As you made your way through the sewers, you felt as though your hair was standing on end. Something felt very wrong, but you couldn’t quite put a finger on it. It was eerily quiet, the only sound being the rushing water. The absence of rats and mice was welcome but quite odd. The closer you got to the lair, the more uneasy you became. The absence of the usual noise from the brothers was unsettling. No music or video games playing, no arguing, no clanging of weapons in training. Entering the main center, you were surprised to find it devoid of life forms. The guys must have gone out on an early patrol. You were debating whether you should wait there till they came home, when a loud, unidentifiable sound came from Donnie’s lab area. You jumped, grabbing at your chest. Your heart pounded from the scare, and you took a moment to gather your wits.

Chiding yourself, you strode over and pulled the door open. A lamp was on, casting strange shadows all over the walls and ceiling. Your handsome genius was notably absent from his typical spots in front of the computer or the microscope.

“Donnie?” you called, instantly loathing that your voice sounded so weak and shaky. Seeing movement in your peripheral, your head whipped around, but nothing was there. Fear and dread were settling into the pit of your stomach, and you wrap your arms around yourself protectively.

“Donnie?” you try again, and this time you know you saw something move. A shadow, unnaturally fast. Terror in was a bitter taste in your mouth as you started backing towards the door. Your eyes searched the dimly lit room wildly as you took each trembling step backwards. A scream ripped from your throat as a pair of hands came down on your shoulders.

“Hey, it’s me.”

The voice of your boyfriend flooded you with relief until you turned and got a good look at him. Donnie was a paler shade of green than you remembered, his eyes darker, and his smile seemed sharper than normal. The smile he directed at you should have been disarming, instead it sent a shiver down your spine. Something was very wrong here.

“Are you okay? Have you been sick?” you rushed to ask.

Donnie gave a derisive snort.

“Something like that. What are you doing here?”

He was very….off. You frowned as you studied his expression. It felt as though you were caught in the spider’s web. And you weren’t certain what kind of meal he intended to make of you.

“I came to see you. I’ve missed you. Why haven’t you called or answered my texts?” you pouted.

Donnie frowned, “I thought Leo told you I was caught up in an important project. You shouldn’t have come here.”

That felt like a slap in the face. You felt your heart clench and took a step back from him.

“You don’t mean that,” you whispered.

He look dead serious as he answered, “I do. Go.”

A sob escaped as you threw a hand over your mouth and pushed past him. He made no move to stop you. You were halfway across the living room area when you tripped over something in the floor and went down. You caught yourself by your hands but scraped your shoulder on the sharp edge of a side table on the way down. Donnie was instantly on you. Shocked at his speed, you stared openly as he inspected your shoulder and the tiny drop of blood trickling down your arm. His eyes were nearly black now and you were hovering between horror and fascination. You sucked air in between your teeth as his tongue slipped out of his mouth and licked straight up, his eyes shutting tightly as he savored the flavor of your blood. It was disgusting, right? So why did it feel so erotic?

“Fuck,” he muttered. “So fucking good.”

He licked the tiny bead of blood that formed after his first taste. You whimpered, as his tongue continued to trail up to your neck.

“You really should have run faster,” he muttered, before sinking his teeth into your throat.

Fucking hell? When did Donnie get fangs?! There was no denying the smooth slide of his razor sharp canines as they slid through your flesh like a hot knife through butter. And while a part of you wanted to fight back and push him away, another part was incredibly turned on. Your hands gripped his shoulders and you leaned in while he swallowed mouthfuls of your blood.

“Mmm, Donnie,” you moaned.

That seemed to get through to him as he released your neck and lapped at the wound. Your eyes were dazed and a soft smile curved your lips as he stared in horror at what he had done. He went too long without feeding, and the thirst was too much for him to resist once your skin had broken. Now he had bitten you, and likely infected you. Shit. He couldn’t let you leave now. All this time, staying away from you to keep you safe, and it was for nothing.

Well, you were here now, looking too beautiful and sexy. At least, he didn’t have to keep himself from you anymore. When he reached for you, there was no resistance. You willingly went into his arms, and he captured your lips as he lifted you. You nuzzled his jaw as he carried you to his room. He was thankful that his brothers were out searching for the vampire that had bitten him. He had plenty of time to relieve the ache in his body before they returned.

Donnie was determined to take you slowly, to prove that the physiological changes didn’t alter who he truly was. He laid you down on his bed and stepped back to look at you. You looked perfect, but for the two tiny puncture holes in your throat.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen,” he sighed.

Sitting up, you reached a hand to him. He allowed you to pull him down into your embrace.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You’re a genius, Donnie. You’ll figure it out.”

Encouraged by your absolute faith and trust in him, his mouth descended upon yours and he proceeded to show you exactly how much you meant to him. Clothes were peeled away with care, as his hands traced your curves reverently. Your soft moans filled the room as he explored your body with lips and tongue. He left marks all over your thighs as he sucked your skin, finally settling over your mound. You spread your legs wide to give him all the room he needed. The first languid stroke had you lifting your hips to follow his retreating mouth. Donnie took his time licking your folds, sucking your clit, and occasionally pushing his long tongue deep to curl against your g-spot. You were quickly coming undone, hips helplessly rolling as release was just on the horizon. When he rubbed his thumb over your nub, thrusting his tongue in and out rapidly, you reached the crescendo and came long and hard.

Donnie licked his lips and wiped his chin as he rose over you. Your legs wrapped around his waist in welcome. As he slid his hard length deep within your warm walls, you began to feel a strange stirring in your body. Your teeth ached, your limbs felt like they were vibrating, and your mouth was watering. Donnie was alarmed to see how dark your eyes were getting to be. He hadn’t counted on your change happening so quickly. His had taken longer, but he surmised that it was probably due to the mutagen in his blood fighting back against the invasive cells. Your stomach cramped and you cried out. Donnie started to pull out but your legs gripped him and held him fast. His eyes snapped back to yours and he found your stare ravenous. Your lips peeled back in a sultry smile, as two tiny fangs slid down. Donnie swallowed hard.

“Donnie, baby, I’m suddenly feeling quite famished,” you drawled.

With that, you suddenly rolled and Donnie found himself on his shell as you began to ride his cock. Sweet lovemaking was out the window as you bounced and bore down, nails digging in his scaly skin just above his plastron. Donnie growled and grabbed your hips, bucking up to meet you at an inhuman pace.

“Feels…so..fucking good!!!” you yelled, climbing closer to another orgasm.

Grabbing him by the shell, you pulled him to a sitting position as you continued your manic ride. Just as your inner muscles clenched around him in your second release, you bared your new fangs and sank them deep into the side of Don’s neck. The taste of his special blood was like ambrosia on your tongue and you drank deep. Donnie’s eyes flew wide when your teeth pierced his flesh. Unlike the pain he experienced from his original bite, this one sparked something primal and a deep pleasure he had never felt before. He roared as his release pumped you full of his cum, bucking and slamming you down hard in his lap. You licked the bite as your high began to fade. Maybe you were a vampire now, but damn, was the sex incredible! You pulled back a little to look into your lover’s face. Donnie smiled.

“You know you’re stuck with me now. I can’t let you leave until we find a cure.”

You decided that you weren’t certain you wanted to be cured, but that was a discussion for later.

“Mmm, no worries there, love. I’m exactly where I want to be.”

💜

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Weird Science:

Donnie x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+, threesome (sort of)

Enjoy the latest TMNT Trick or Kink tale…..

A familiar ringtone sounded from the depths of your purse, and you dug for it frantically. Fingers pushing through makeup and scrunchies, shoving aside your wallet and a tube of hand lotion. Finally!

You lifted the phone triumphantly, “Donnie? Don, you there, babe?”

“I’m here, love.”

The sound of his voice was a balm to your anxious heart. Donatello had been locked up in his lab for weeks now. No one knew what he was working on, but he was adamant about keeping it secret, even from his brothers. You missed your tall nerd, only getting an occasional call or text. You were desperate for some alone time with him. It had been far too long.

“It’s nice to hear your voice,” you breathed. “Taking a break?”

You heard Donnie’s signature snort on the other end of the line, along with some keyboard tapping. The next words out of Donnie’s mouth sent a jolt right to your core, like a shot of whiskey that burns so good all the way down.

“Actually, I finished the invention. I thought you should come help me test it out this evening. The rest of the family will be out pretty late, Halloween party at Vern’s. And as I recall,” he paused for effect, then continued in a lower tone, “I did promise to make it up to you for being so absent lately.”

You had to suppress the urge to squeal, “What time? And should I bring anything?”

“Let’s say six, and just bring that beautiful body.”

🎃🎃🎃

When you entered the lair at six on the dot, you were met with silence. The others were already gone, and you knew your genius would be in the lab making last minute tweaks to his project. You smoothed the front of your skirt, adjusted your low cut sweater, and strode forward. You entered the lab with a sway in your hips, but stopped abruptly at the sight of the body laying on a gurney in the middle of the room. As you moved closer, you realized the thing, whatever it was, favored your boyfriend. It looked like a robotic Donnie. A white sheet covered most of the form, but the head and shoulders were visible, as well as the edge of a thin shell attached to its back. A pair of glasses were painted around the ‘eyes’ and the edge of a plastron peeked out from under the hem of the sheet.

As your hand eased forward to lift the fabric, it’s eyes opened causing you to jump back and squeal, “Ahhh, it’s alive!”

It was off putting to see an actual glow coming from its amber-green eyes. The head turned towards you as it sat straight up and turned to place its feet on the floor. This thing might look like Donnie, but who knew what it would do? You kept backing up as it stood and the sheet fell to the floor, revealing an impressive replica of Donatello. Your heart nearly stopped as it took a step towards you. You turned to flee, but ran smack into a wall-wait-no, that was a plastron.

“Donnie!” you squealed, as he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer.

Soft, green lips descended to yours and you sank into the kiss in relief. Donnie took his time exploring your mouth, like he was reacquainting himself with your taste. Not that you minded, you had been missing your nerdy boyfriend terribly. You wound your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer as lips and tongues engaged in a game of give and take. You rocked your hips suggestively against his, leaving no question as to what you wanted right now. Just as the thought crossed your mind to start tugging at clothes, you felt something hard pressed up against your back. While Donnie’s hands remained on your waist, another set of three-fingered hands grasped your hips. You pulled back from Donnie with a gasp. The smile he sported was slightly unnerving.

“Do you like my new invention? Donnie 2.0. I made him specifically with you in mind, love,” he said, proudly.

“What? Wait, is this what you’ve been working on all this time?” you whispered.

He nodded, “Yeah, Leo gave me the idea when he said it would be nice if we had clones of ourselves to send into battle first. But I took it a step further.”

“Don’t you always?” you muttered under your breath.

Donnie pulled away from you, and you felt the robot’s arms slip around you and hold you closer. It felt strange to be looking into your boyfriend’s eyes while his ‘clone’ was hugging you from behind. You were surprised at the sound of a low purring and light vibration against your back. Donnie had programmed his robot to churr. You had to admit, it felt nice.

“This way I can give you double the pleasure,” he murmured, running a finger down your cheek, trailing it down your neck and hooking it on the collar of your sweater. As he leaned in to swirl his tongue over the pulse in your throat, he continued, “I’m too selfish with you to share you with another. This is the best of both worlds, don’t you think?”

The answer lodged in your throat as Donnie 2.0 lifted your skirt and began to remove your panties. The real Donatello continued to spread wet licks and kisses over the skin of your collarbone.

“What-oh!-what have you programmed him to, mmmmmm, do?” you panted, as Donatello tugged your sweater down and attacked your bare breasts.

Switching from his mouth to his fingers, he grinned at you. This was a question he couldn’t wait to answer. Pulling up a holographic screen from his watch, he keyed in a couple of commands, and Donnie 2.0 stepped back from you. You stood between them, looking rather disheveled and red-faced. You turned so you could look at both Donnie’s at the same time. Donnie 2.0 lifted his hand and pressed a button on his chest. His plastron popped out and slid to the side, revealing a storage area of sorts. Your eyes widened at the array of items hidden inside. Dildos of all shapes and sizes, anal plugs and beads, there was even a vibrating tongue attachment.

“Pick your poison, sweetheart,” Don gestured with a wide arm sweep. “Or let me surprise you.”

“You’ve done nothing but surprise me tonight,” you gave a short laugh, “May as well continue the trend.”

Donnie’s smile turned sly, and he motioned for you to remove your clothes, which you gladly obliged. While you stripped, he perused all the options and selected one he thought you would like. You watched in morbid fascination as he attached a beaded anal vibrator to Donnie 2.0’s groin area. After making a few adjustments, you saw that it had a built in thruster. Oh shit. Donnie added plenty of lube and had the robot sit back on the edge of the gurney. He lead you over with a smirk, then helped you get into position. Anal toys weren’t new to you, but having the robotic arms slip under your knees, holding your legs up and back, was quite unnerving. The vibrator eased through your tight hole slowly, and took a long pause to let you adjust before the thrusts began their gentle rhythm. You whimpered at just how good it felt, despite being spread open and on display. The churring began again and you could feel the vibrations all through your body. You grasped Donnie 2.0’s thighs and squeezed your eyes shut.

Donnie stood back and observed the debauched scene, his best invention gently fucking your ass, your head thrown back and your mouth hanging open in a constant state of pleasured moaning. He had a perfect view of your dripping pussy, and after several minutes of watching, he decided it was time to join the fun. He slowly removed his own clothing, while waiting for you to hit your first orgasm of the evening. He didn’t have to wait long. You went stiff and cried out just as he dropped his underwear to the floor. Your glistening entrance drew him in, and he knelt to eye level. He breathed deeply of your aroused scent, then his tongue rolled out of his mouth and slid right up your slit.

“Donnie!! Fuck!!”

He chuckled as he lapped up your juices. He nuzzled your swollen nub with his snout, before suckling it and flicking the tip of his tongue over it rapidly. You were beginning to buck and while Donnie 2.0 was strong enough to hold you in place, the real Donnie was ready to replace his tongue with his cock. Standing quickly, he pushed just the head of his cock inside you and held. You were breathing heavy and beads of sweat raced over your skin. Letting go of the robot, you gripped the back of Don’s head and pulled him down for a savage kiss. You felt out of control, it was all too much, and yet not enough. You were so close to cumming again, and desperately needed release. As Donnie shoved his tongue between your lips, he rocked his hips forward, plunging deep in one thrust. You whined in the back of your throat, still kissing him manically.

Donnie groaned himself as the vibrations coming from the anal vibrator made your walls constrict around him deliciously. Fuck, he wasn’t going to last this round. He resigned himself to it and began to pound away. His balls were tightening already, dammit, you just felt too good. He pulled away from your mouth to gasp as he felt like he was about to explode.

“Oh god! Fuckfuckfuck! DONNIE!!” you shrieked as you were overwhelmed with another orgasm, even stronger than the first.

The amount of stimulation rocking through your body made it feel like it would never end. As you finally felt yourself coming back down, you realized Donnie was cumming as well. You relished the squeaky sounds coming from your nerdy genius as he filled you up. Mad scientist, maybe. Giant dork, absolutely. Donnie tapped on his watch and the anal toy finally stilled. He lifted you so gently and stepped back to collapse in his chair, you in his lap. His chest heaved as he worked to catch his breath. He rubbed a hand up and down your spine, as you covered his neck in soft, open mouthed kisses. Hearing sounds behind you, you turned your head to look at the robot. It was removing the anal piece, and your eyes widened as it opened its plastron and removed a large dildo.

“Uh, Donnie? What’s it doing?” you asked, apprehensively.

Donnie gave a tired grin, “Preparing for round two. Didn’t I mention that he’s fully charged? He can go all night.”

You gulped as Donnie 2.0 approached again and pushed your legs apart.

“Don-oh!”

Of course, his ‘fingers’ were also vibrators. You hoped it was also programmed for aftercare because it didn’t look like you were going to be able to walk tomorrow.

🤖

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Seeing Red:

Raph x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+

I know I said Donnie was next but Raph talked me into sharing his story first. ♥️

Adrenaline coursed through your body as you pushed your legs to run faster and faster. The crunching of twigs and leaves behind you was like a spur in your side, and you dared not look back. He was close. Too close.

“Shit!” you hissed as a small branch snapped across your cheek. Not a deep scratch, but it still stung like hell. A bellow rang out through the trees, a deep, growling churr that vibrated with excitement. You had never been afraid of your lover before, but then again, these were unusual circumstances.

You thought back on the events that brought you to this terrifying game of cat and mouse. The little shop you hadn’t seen before, with its window full of curiosities, how could you resist slipping inside for a peek. Browsing among the odd relics, you felt drawn to a beautiful pendant. The stone in the center was a deep ruby red, reminding you instantly of your boyfriend’s signature color. The silver chain shone, dazzling your eyes. When the shop owner noticed you, the old woman shuffled over.

“Ah, I see you found something that draws you in,” her voice creaked, sounding like a rusty gate.

You looked up, startled. You hadn’t even heard her come up behind you. Raph would chide you for your inattention. Fingering the gorgeous gem, you had to admit she was right. It did draw you to it.

“It’s beautiful,” you sighed, wistfully. “And probably way out of my budget.”

You laid it gently back on the velvet display, turning to leave, when a withered hand gripped your shoulder with surprising strength.

“When an object chooses you, it’s because the magic recognizes a need or desire. I don’t charge when that happens. The magic would come back to bite me if I took advantage that way,” she explained.

Without giving you time to protest, she was fastening the necklace on you. The moment the clasp closed, you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“This talisman, once seen by your lover, will make them give in to their deepest desires for you. Be careful, my dear, it doesn’t always work in the manner you might expect.”

With that warning, she shoved you out the door. When you turned around to ask more questions, the door was locked with the closed sign facing the street. Not a light was on, and you blinked in confusion. How did she close up so fast? You were just inside. Shaking your head, you wandered down the street. You couldn’t stop looking at the gemstone. What did she mean with all that magic mumbo-jumbo? Nonsense, right? Tucking the necklace safely beneath your cherry red hoodie, you made your way to the spot nearby where your turtle waited.

It was a cool, dark night, the waning moon barely a sliver. As you had approached the edge of the park, a dark shadow detached itself from a tree and opened it’s massive arms. You ran right into his embrace with a happy squeal, your Raphael lifting you into the air and twirling you around. Lips met eagerly and for a few minutes, you completely forgot the crazy episode with the old woman and the pendant. Breaking for air, you grinned up at your beau.

You slipped your dainty hand in his big, beefy one, “Ready for our evening walk?”

“Absolutely, sweetheart,” he agreed in that low, gravelly voice that made your core quiver.

Everything had been going just perfectly, conversation light, hands warm, and soft, lingering looks. Then Raph complimented you on the color of your hoodie, and it sparked your memory.

“Oh, that reminds me! I had the strangest thing happen on my way to meet you. There was a little shop I’ve not seen before and I stopped in for a minute to look around,” you took an excited breath, “And I found this beautiful necklace and the lady there, she went on about magic something or other, and then she gave it to me! Can you believe it? It must be expensive.”

You dug under your collar and pulled the pendant out for his perusal. It didn’t mesmerize you as strongly as it had earlier. You frowned at that. Glancing up into Raph’s green eyes, you saw immediately that it had turned its magic on the giant mutant turtle. His pupils were blown wide, his breathing growing heavier, the longer he stared into the facets of blood red.

“Raph?”

His chest began to heave, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. You took a tentative step back, and he instantly went stiff. Those dark eyes zeroed in on your face, then traveled down your body till his focus was on your crotch. You felt your cheeks beginning to heat at his lustful stare.

“R-Raph, you’re scaring me.”

He sniffed the air, and with a rumbling churr, he growled your name. The tension radiating from his tightly bunched muscles was intimidating to say the least. You swallowed hard. Where was your sweet, albeit hotheaded boyfriend? There was a predatory snarl on his lips, the very plump flesh you had been tasting less than an hour ago.

“Mine…”

“Mine…”

“MINE!”

You shrieked in fear and bolted. You could have sworn you heard a dark chuckle behind you as you ran for your life down the walking path. Bringing you back to the present moment that found you veering off from the well tread dirt track into the trees. Raphael was a large beast of a brute, maybe it would slow him down long enough for you to get help. The crashing of branches behind you wasn’t very encouraging. There was a bit of a clearing up ahead. Just as you reached the edge, something hit you from behind like a freight train. You thought it was the end, that this was how you would die. Whatever hit you had wrapped itself around you and rolled across the grass. When the motion ceased, heavy breathing filled your ears.

“I love it when you run,” was growled low in your ear.

Shit. You felt the sharp edge of teeth against your throat and braced for the shredding of your flesh. The shock that coursed through your body at the warm, wet tongue lapping at your pulse caused your eyes to fly open wide. Wait, what? Fingers slid up under your top, finding pebbled nipples and twisting and pulling just hard enough to make you yelp.

“Raph? What-what’s happening? Are you, ya know, you again?” you whimpered.

Raph sucked at your neck, sure to leave hickeys scattered all over.

“Fuck, yer beautiful,” he groaned. “Will ya accept me?”

Confusion furrowed your brow. What the hell? He churred and nipped at your jawline.

“Raph, wha-?”

“Please. God, please. Will ya accept me? As your mate?” he whined. Raph never whined.

Your mind wandered back to the shop keeper. What was it she said? ‘This talisman, once seen by your lover, will make them give in to their deepest desires for you. Be careful, my dear, it doesn’t always work in the manner you might expect.’ Was it real? Was this Raph’s deepest desire, to mate with you? To let out his animal side? Raphael had always seemed more…primitive in nature, compared to his brothers. Taking a deep breath to settle your overwhelmed emotions, you touched his cheek. He nuzzled into your palm, and you knew then that he wouldn’t hurt you. Your heart swelled at the realization that Raph’s deepest desire was to take you as his mate.

“Yes, Raphael, I accept you.”

Time stood still for a moment, then his deep churr vibrated through you. His hands clumsily pawed at your clothes, and with a giggle, you batted his hands away and undressed yourself. The night air was chill on your bared skin, and the grass felt itchy, but nothing else mattered when he was looking at you like you hung the damn moon and stars. Raph stripped in record time, and sat back on his haunches. Pulling you up into his arms, he treated you to a long, hot kiss. Then he flipped you onto your hands and knees. Positioning his larger body behind you, he knelt down and licked at your exposed cunt. You pushed back at his mouth, lowering your shoulders and raising your ass high to meet each sloppy lap. He thrust his tongue deep over and over till your thighs began to shake. Pulling back, he nipped at an ass cheek, before lining his leaking member to your entrance. At his pause, you wiggled your ass in invitation. With a growl, he surged forward, filling your tight canal and rubbing every sweet spot along the way.

It wasn’t like you two hadn’t fucked before, far from it. Raph kept you very satisfied, and you were always eager to please him. But this, this felt different. The energy sparking in that little clearing was unlike anything you had ever felt before. This felt more like a claiming. And you were discovering that maybe your deepest desire was to be claimed, by him. Only your Raph.

As his strokes picked up speed, he positioned his body over yours, his mouth latching onto the edge of your neck, where it met your shoulder. A kiss, a lick, a light suckle. Then, oh god, his teeth. Raph bit down, hard enough to bruise. His hips pistoned out of control, slamming on hard against your cervix. You cried out in pleasure, feeling your release rising fast. When it crashed over you, you bucked back to meet every thrust with desperate moans. Raph roared as he found his own end, pouring his seed deep within your womb. As you both settled, he pressed soft kisses to the marks he made all over your neck and shoulders.

“Wow, babe, I don’t know what came over me. Shit, are ya okay? I didn’t hurt ya, did I?” his voice was back to normal, and sincerely apologetic.

“Mmm, I feel absolutely perfect right now. That was incredible, Raph,” you stretched, and turned in his arms. “We should do this more often.”

Raph didn’t answer, so you glanced up to find his eyes once again trained on your chest. The necklace. His pupils darkened but you could see the red of the gemstone reflected in his eyes. Fuck.

♦️

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Witchy Woman:

Leonardo x F!Reader

Welcome to Tmnt Trick or Kink, please enjoy my first submission.

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

There was a chill in the air that Leo couldn’t seem to shake. He had the odd thought that if he had any hair, it would be standing on end. He was nearing the end of patrol, in the wee hours of the morning. A fog rolled through the city streets, it’s icy tendrils felt like fingers dancing across his scaly skin. He moved swiftly through the shadows, eyes constantly scanning, ears straining for any unusual sounds. A true ninja.

Poor Leo had no idea that there were eyes trained on him even now. Eyes that had been watching him all night. The mutant had something you needed, and you smiled wickedly to yourself as you thought of how you would get it from him. Sure, you could just get a sample of his blood. You just needed a life-giving fluid from his delectable body. But what fun would that be? All those rippling muscles beneath his unique skin, those searing blue eyes, the power and self control he held inside. Oh, it was all too delicious to pass up! You needed a taste of him.

As Leo turned in the direction of the manhole cover that would lead him home, you knew it was time to make your move. Making your silent approach, you were pleased when your words made the ninja jump.

“My, what sharp swords you have.”

The mutant turtle whirled around with those katanas trained on you. Suspicion hardened his gaze as he took you in. You didn’t look dangerous, but Leo was well aware that looks can be deceiving.

“And my, what green skin you have.”

Leo still hadn’t said a word. His body was tense, those beautiful muscles bulging and flexing as he held his position. You resisted the urge to lick your lips as your eyes traveled over his well-honed physique.

“Oh and my, my, what a big,” you paused for effect, glancing at his crotch, “….shell you have.”

A wicked grin lit your features, as you allowed the extent of your lust for the terrapin to show.

“Who are you, and what do you want?” Leo demanded.

The low, growly quality of his voice gave you goosebumps. You couldn’t wait to hear him moan.

“My name is y/n. And as far as what I want, well, I think you’re already starting to figure that out, Leonardo.” you smirked as his eyes widened slightly at his name.

You held up your hands, placatingly. One slow step forward, then another. Leo finally sheathed his swords, but remained wary.

“I need something from you, but I can’t take it. You have to give it to me willingly. It loses its power if it’s forced.”

You fixed your eyes on his, giving just a light push. His brow immediately furrowed. Ah, so he was as strong mentally as he was physically. Deciding to lay your cards on the table, you took a deep breath and offered a wan smile.

“Leo, may I call you that? Here’s the thing, I’m a witch. I need just a tiny amount of life fluid from you. Your mutation makes you unique, and it’s just what I need for a very important potion.”

At this point, Leo is staring at you, incredulous and unbelieving. His mouth moved without sound, and you had to stifle a giggle. Finally, he cleared his throat.

“Ma’am, I’m sure you believe this…story that you’ve just told me. But really, a witch?” he muttered.

Time to pull your ace.

“No stranger than a turtle that’s been mutated into a man-like creature who is proficient in ninjitsu and fights crime with three other mutant turtles,” you gave a short laugh. Then, with a flick of your wrist, you created a small whirlwind around him, his blue bandanna tails whipping around his face. You saw fear flicker in his eyes, but only for a split second, before it gave way to fascination and awe.

Leo shouted over the sound of the wind tunnel, “I’m sorry I doubted you! I bet my brother, Donnie, would love to talk with you about all this sometime!”

You gave a dismissive wave with your fingers, and the whirlwind dissipated. Reaching out slowly, you ran those same digits over his cool, scaly skin.

“I’m sure the scientist in him would be intrigued, however, you are the turtle I want to spend my time with tonight,” you murmured.

Leo gave you a speculative stare, glancing down at your hand resting on his bicep. He was starting to suspect what you might be proposing here, and while the cautious part of his brain was waving a red flag, another part, a bit wilder, wanted to see how this ended. His brothers always teased him, calling him a stick in the mud, or boring. Raphael, especially, liked to taunt him about his penchant for following the rules. But right now, a beautiful, fascinating woman was practically throwing herself at him and by god, this time he was going to take the opportunity and savor it.

You had been watching the war in his head, and knew the moment you achieved victory. He was yours. You went up on tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw.

“So, what do you say? Will you come home with me tonight?”

“What kind of ‘life fluid’ do you need? And what exactly does this potion do?” Leo inquired, unable to help himself.

You shrugged, “Technically, I could just get a vial of blood from you, but that wouldn’t be as pleasurable for either of us as obtaining your…seed, shall we say. As far as the potion goes, it will prolong a life.”

You didn’t bother to mention that that life was your own. He didn’t need to know exactly how old you were, or how you maintained the visage of youth. He seemed to accept your explanation, with a slight nod.

“Lead the way, y/n,” he said, offering his hand. “So, I have to ask, are you a good witch, or a bad witch?”

Accepting the three fingered hand and grasping it in your own, you guided him down the street to your home, a penthouse at the top of one of the nicer apartment buildings. You didn’t live as long as you had without accruing some wealth. You thought about his question.

“Let’s just say, I’m a good witch who knows when to be bad,” you purred. “That window up there is mine, I trust you can meet me up there?”

You pointed out a window high up, next to a fire escape. You didn’t wait for his answer before you waltzed into your building, taking the elevator up to your floor. When you went to open the window, you found the turtle waiting. Once Leo entered your home, he quickly looked around, surprised to find such modern style in the house of a witch.

You giggled, “Did you expect to see a cauldron on the stove?”

Leo grinned sheepishly. You motioned for him to follow you, and headed to your bedroom, casting off pieces of clothing here and there. Shoes in the hallway, scarf on the doorknob, and when your sweater hit the floor, two big hands slid around your waist and Leo’s mouth was tasting the side of your neck. Always a sensitive spot for you, goosebumps broke out across your skin and a low moan escaped your lips. He tugged at the straps of your bra and you eagerly opened the front clasp, releasing your breasts into his calloused hands. In between nips and kisses, Leo teased your hardened nipples with his deft fingers.

“So how do you know about me and my brothers?” he asked, hands sliding down to the button of your jeans.

“I-ah-did a spell to find all the ingredients needed for my potion, and the scrying mirror showed me four giant turtle men. It wasn’t-mmm-difficult to find you boys and observe you. Oh!”

Leo had pushed your jeans and underwear down, and one large digit was sliding up and down your moist slit.

“And why me, if any of us could provide what you need?” he growled into your ear.

You hadn’t counted on him getting so aroused while giving you the third degree. That thoroughness was part of why you had found the leader so appealing.

“Because I found you attractive, and charming,” you turned in his arms, “I like you, Leo.”

That seemed to catch him by surprise, and you took that moment to draw power to yourself. A few muttered words and an elegant twist of your hand, and suddenly, Leo found himself floating over your bed with shadowy restraints wrapping around his wrists.

“What the hell?” he pulled at the restraints to no avail.

As he found himself chained down to your bed, he watched you remove his clothes and gear. What a beautiful specimen, you thought to yourself. Climbing up on the bed, you settled between his thighs. Running a fingernail up and down his swollen length, you delighted in the way he shivered. You couldn’t wait any longer and pressed your tongue flat to the underside of his cock, licking from root to tip with a groan. You repeated the action several times until Leo began lifting his hips and aiming his tip for your lips. Taking mercy on the poor guy, you finally opened your mouth and took him deep into your throat. Fortunately for him, you had years of experience and knew just how to tease and edge him to bring about a stronger finish.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he moaned, churr after churr rumbling his chest.

Sucking him harder, your fingers twisted and turned, creating new tendrils of shadow. They began to take the shape of tongues, licking Leo’s neck and vulnerable sides. You drew a few to yourself as well, tugging at your nipples, and down low, flicking your aching clit. Your juices ran down the inside of your thighs, getting so turned on from what you were doing to him. The sounds he made were exquisite, filling you with a lusty pride that you were pulling such debauched cries from a man with such restraint and self control. A few more bobs of your head, and you pulled away to catch your breath. Straddling his strong thighs, you gave a little shimmy, before finally settling over that thick dick and pushing down. Curses were muttered from both mouths as he tried not to immediately blow his load at your tightness and you tried to relax around the largest cock you had ever taken.

Once seated, you began a steady rhythm and Leo was quick to catch on. He thrust up to meet you each time you came back down. His eyes were zeroed in on the shadows still playing with your body. Especially the one between your legs. It flickered back and forth between flicking your clit and rubbing his balls. Leo was shocked at the noises he was making, but consoled himself with the fact that you sounded just as desperate and needy. As you rode him to your peak, he braced his feet on the mattress and shoved up hard, grinning like a maniac as he felt your walls clench around him. He bucked faster, chasing his own release. When he spilled within you, he roared out his pleasure.

Carefully, you dismounted, using your magic to draw his cum from your womb and into a vial that had been sitting on your dresser. As soon as the shadows relinquished their hold on him, Leo was sitting up and you found yourself flipped over and your wrists captured in just one of his meaty hands.

“Leo?” you asked, uncertainly.

Leonardo’s smile could light up the Manhattan skyline.

“Got anymore of those shadow ropes? I think it’s my turn to tie you down,” he quipped.

You felt your grin match his own as you conjured up a couple of silky black ropes.

“Handy. Make’em blue.”

“You got it. Any other requests?”

Leo finished tying your wrists to the headboard, and knelt between your legs. As his face drew closer to your puffy folds, he thought about it.

“Yeah, scream for me.”

And with that, his tongue plunged deep.

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