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LEONARDO💙

2012:

Leonardo x Female Mutant Reader

RAPHAEL❤️

Bayverse:

Broken Raphael x Broken Reader

Those Damn Lil Blue Pajamas 18+

His Harmony, Her Hope

His Harmony, Her Hope

His Harmony, Her Hope

His Harmony, Her Hope

His Harmony, Her Hope

DONATELLO💜

Bayverse:

Donatello x ADHD Reader

MICHELANGELO🧡COMING SOON!

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His Harmony, Her Hope Part 1 ❤️🐢

(Side note: Raph x OC. This is a request from the lovely @rinksu-no-joo , they had the original concept and idea in mind so I thought I ought to credit them. This is a prologue, so she goes from a kid to 18+ here. Feedback is always welcome!)

She started out in a lab. She wasn’t the only one. There were others. All different types of animals. All labeled by number, hers being 063. She never knew their treatment was unfair. But it was.

They all were brainwashed into thinking of it as a privilege. But really they were all test subjects. She was a science experiment and that’s how she was treated.

They were put in cages, given food and water, and the bare minimum for survival. They were expected to behave, if they didn’t they would be taken by the men with masks.

They were given “treatments”. Pills and injections weekly, sometimes daily. The injections hurt. It felt as if every cell in her body was being morphed and disfigured. Sharp ringing pains pulsed throughout her body. The effects lasting for hours, but sometimes days.

063 was scared of the men with masks. She saw how the taken ones came back. They were was an empty nothingness in their eyes. So, she decided to keep her head down and not cause trouble.

However her neighbor, 299, was not so careful. She was mischievous and often tried to encourage 063 to talk or play games. 063 eventually opened up. The pair became friends.

But slowly 299 became sick. Very sick. Her once cheery laugh, became small tired smiles followed painful wheezing.

Doctor Stockman told the men with masks that she wasn’t responding to her treatments very well. What was actually happening was her natural biology was weakening with the advanced mutagen. The two could not coexist.

Then one day the men with mask came. 299 was too weak to even sit up, so they had to carry her away. They never came back. She never came back. Her cage lie as empty as the whole in 063’s broken heart.

As 063 grew up, the men with masks would praise her. They would make disgusting remarks about her body. Yes, she was beautiful. With big lilac eyes that shined like amethysts, and her beautiful white and black marbled skin, with the body and height of a mutated salamander but the curves of a woman. But that still didn’t make their special attention okay.

With only a few mutant experiments remaining, their treatments were stopped. And she was moved. Their new living area was bigger but not exactly nicer. But to her it was luxurious.

Their training began. The men with masks trained her and the others in capoeira. A style of fighting that seemed to mimic almost dance like movements between opponents.

Everyday they trained. If they didn’t preform well they would be punished. If they weren’t up on time they would be punished. If they didn’t take things to the utmost seriousness, they would be punished.

They were taught who to serve, and who to take from. They were taught how to use their natural animal abilities to fight. That meant she had to relearn her invisibility and poison secretion tactics. You see, in the lab she would get punished for them, but here it was rewarded.

But none of it was worse than the day they had to fight each other. She didn’t want to hurt anyone else. She didn’t understand how hurt was considered good, it didn’t feel good on either side. Nevertheless, she did what she needed to survive.

Finally, the day came. Master Shredder wanted to meet his new weapons. He was told they would be sure to destroy anything in the way of their mission. But would they? Would she?

What if a small part of 063 hadn’t been brainwashed? A small part of her that would and could change?…she just needed to find the right guidance…and that day was coming very soon…

TMNT💙❤️💜🧡🐢Request Information:

Here’s what I need to know if you want to request something, also read my rules so that your request is within my guidelines. Thank you for supporting me! I really appreciate it!

Universe:

Currently I only write for 3. I write for Bayverse primarily but I will write for 2012 and 2003 as well.

Character:

Who would you like to be featured?

Genre:

I specialize in fluff, smut, wholesome, and drama. But I will practice and get better at writing other genres.

Scenarios:

Date, kiss, sex, dancing, cooking, fighting crime, etc. Just ask away. I’ll list more specific one’s soon.

Quotes:

None yet but I’ll add some soon.

Other:

Anything else specific you would like to add?

His Harmony, Her Hope Part 3 ❤️🐢

(Side note: There’s no specific POV so it’s just gonna switch naturally. Co credit to @rinksu-no-joo Everyone is aged up)

The recognition hit him hard. It was another mutant? It? She. She was…beautiful…she was naked! Heat flooded to every part of his body. His limbs felt like warm uneaten jello that got left on the counter all night. He knew he should do something but all he could do was stare.

She was used to being tall and big, but being here in a box, surrounded by unknown mutants made her shiver in fear. The one masked in red had muscles on his muscles. He looked almost big and mean as stared down at her with a certain intensity, if not had been for the noticeable blush that flooded across his face. The purple one on the other hand, was quite obviously trying to do anything but look at her, with a face almost just as flushed.

“Woah! So that’s what boobs look like up close! Nice!” Raphael’s instincts finally kicked in as he hit his youngest brother’s head.

“Mikey you asshole! Can’t you see that she’s terrified?” He glanced around frantically trying to find something to cover her.

His new blanket! It wasn’t finished being knitted yet, but it was enough to protect her. He swiftly snatched it from his lounge chair and brought it over to her. He held it out to her, and tried to show her that despite his looks, he wasn’t that scary.

This wasn’t like him! She was part of Shredder’s new evil plan, yet he still felt the compelling urge that she wasn’t a threat.

She sniffed at the fabric, it smelled warm and musky. Not a bad sent but an enticing one. Like this blanket was her only chance of survival. She grabbed it, pulling the soft warmth over her cool skin. Yet she never once looked away from his intense green gaze.

Leo, you also had a late reaction jumped up, “I’ll go get Splinter!” he took off running.

Donatello shifted his goggles trying to get a read on the strange new mutant. “Donnie! Stop that! Yer just freakin her out even more! Just ask, like normal for once!”

“Okay okay…So uh…do you have a name?”

She frowned. Did they mean number? Only people could have names. Yet all of them seemed to have names. “…063…?”

The turtles frowned in confusion. “See! If you just let me do a sca-”

“Here she is Dad!” An older mutant stepped up.

For the first time she allowed her eyes to roam the room. This wasn’t at all what she was expecting. Her world started to spin again in panic. She needed to anchor herself in those green eyes again.

“Who are you and where did you come from?” His voice was soothing like old classical music.

“She says her name is 063!”

“Mikey my child, let the girl speak for herself.”

She knew she was trained differently. She knew this couldn’t possibly be Master Shredder, still she spoke, revealing her past to them. “I am 063, the men and the doctor told me I was ready.”

“So they numbered you and left you naked like some sort of lab animal!” Raphael could feel his anger rising.

He was not just mad for how they treated her, but how they would have been treated had they not been saved by April. “But that is what I am…” Nothing in her aurora eyes seemed be evil. They were just clouded with delusions from being brainwashed.

“Oh my, what did they do to you my dear?”

“What do you mean? They were treating us, giving us new opportunities. We were sick and they were trying to make us better. They didn’t always succeed, and sometimes they were harsh, but I am strong now. I am ready to serve Master Shredder. But you aren’t…you aren’t the other mutants…are you?”

Splinter sighed. “I’m afraid you have been manipulated since childhood. Shredder is evil. He needed you as a weapon, nothing more.”

Her whole world was a confusing mess. It couldn’t be true! A small part of her knew but it was so far buried. She was sad. She was angry. She was confused. She was numb. Her whole world seemed to be. And not even his comfort could save her at the moment. Or so she thought…

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Saw something silly on Twitter and thought Raph would be fitting. Hims big.

🩵Those🩵Damn🩵Lil🩵Blue🩵Pajamas🩵 ❤️🐢

(Side note: Despite the blue, this is a Raphael story, not a Leonardo one 😶. Raphael x Reader. Mature audiences only, everyone is 18+)

The turtles had just gotten back from their latest steak out, and Raph and Leo were already fighting about something. You knew you had to find a way to make them stop.

You also knew it wasn’t a good idea to put yourself between them. They were too busy sizing each other up to notice you. You could easily get hit. Not on purpose of course. But even though you knew the risk, as their swearing got increasingly more aggressive, you butted your way in.

Planting a firm hand on each their plastron you tried to push them away from one another. “Raphael! What’s…going on?” You managed to get his attention, while still speaking gently to him.

“Nothing! It doesn’t matter that much anyway…” his eyes intensely glared at Leo as he started to turn away.

He hurriedly walked away from Leo. His pace fast and weighted with rage. You basically had to run to catch up to him. As you both rounded a corner you reached out and snatched one of his muscular arms. Your hands made their way down to pry open and unfold his balled fist.

His fiery eyes met your concerned gaze, as he stole a glance at your hands on his.

“Raph…do you…do you wanna talk about it?”

His jaw clenched as he noticed your cute little tank top and shorts. Normally he liked seeing your ass peak out behind a thin peice of fabric. Normally, if you wore other colors it wouldn’t bother him. Red looked the best on you of course, but he didn’t mind if you wore one of his brother’s colors. Any color looked good on you.

But tonight, seeing you in those little sky blue pajamas, sparked a jealous rage inside of him. Stupid fucking Leo! His scowl got scowlier. Before you could say anything else, he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder.

“Ya had to wear those damn lil blue pajamas!” He hissed into the side of your hip.

You shrieked as his movements gradually grew in aggressiveness. He angrily slammed the door to his room and threw you on the bed. Without a word, but with a growl he tore off your pajamas like they were made of nothing.

“Ya had so much blue on, but know yer all naked…might have make ya turn all red!”

He sat down, pulling you across his lap. He rubbed and squeezed your fat juicy ass.

All of a sudden his hand shot up and right back down again, with a firm hard smack. It stung. Oh. My. God. It fucking stung! You cursed but all that came out were incoherent high pitched noises. You wiggled and writhed, but you were totally helpless underneath his immense strength. Finally, after the initial sting went away it felt numb and…mmmmm.

And just just as sudden as before, he did again. Harder this time. You squeaked, he groaned and let out a low chuckle. He swatted at your ass a few more times for good measure. After all, you were so very naughty.

“Mmmmm…such a beautiful shade on ya. Let me see yer pretty lil face…so cute….” His hand wrapped around your throat, supporting your chin as you stared exhaustedly up at him.

You bit your lip and sighed. He was so hot and he always seemed to be getting even hotter.

Both sets of your cheeks displayed a nice bright pink. He groped your burning ass. He moaned as he shifted under you. It was then that you felt him. Felt just how hard he was getting from spanking you. From punishing you.

He pulled you upright by your hair, and sat you on his lap to face his intense gaze. He kissed you. Hard. He forcefully pulled you into him. His tongue swirling around yours like some sort of intimate dance. His mouth and teeth scraping down to the pulse of your neck. Traveling to your collarbone. Licking and sucking gently, until biting down hard just above your breast.

Leaving a big red swollen mark, just enough to make the skin not bleed, but leave a bruised claim on your body. That was when you knew you were in for it rough the rest of the night.