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Could I request for headcanons of TMNT Bayverse Turtles to their s/o saying they know how it feels to be discriminated especially of something that they can't control when he asks how are they so open minded?

Of course! These are really creative. Hopefully you like it! Keep them requests coming. Remember I write for Bayverse!, 2012, and Rise!

Michelangelo

• Michelangelo, the fun loving terrapin never got upset. But when he did, he hit rock bottom. Earlier in the day, he had been watching television, as he always did. As the news channel popped up, the news anchor peaked his interest. The brothers had been would with the NYPD for little over a week, and it seemed as if they were covering an article on them.

• “The ‘Mutants’ have been working with our local police force, diligently solving case after case! While becoming hero’s of New York City, many are weary. What are these freaks up to? Are they really kind, or are thing you to something? The public is on edge for an answer! Now on to the constr-”

• Turning off the television, the youngest turtle got up, an expression that didn’t suit his features. “Do they just not understand?” He muttered, trudging to his room. They saved New York, the world! This is what they get in return?

• “Mikey!…Mikey!” Hands cupping around your lips, voice echoing throughout the walls, there was no sign of your turtle. You had saw the article being covered and knew you had to check up on your turtle. Starting to get worried, you began to search everywhere for the terrapin. To no avail, you made way to the last place you could think of, his room. What you saw…wasn’t your boyfriend.

• Sighing, his head being held up by a lonely hand, his other playing with the seems of this pants, he slowly looked over at his open door, seeing you look over at him. “How do you do it? How can you stay so open minded about this? They judge and judge. All we do is protect them.”

• “How do I do it?” Grabbing the terrapins large hand in yours, brushing your thumb over his knuckles, you offered him a soft smile. “I ignore it. It seems hard, but it gets easier over time. You’ll feel the words, their actions, punch you in the gut. You’ll get used to it, their reactions anyway. When you realize that all that matters is you and knowing who and what you are, you’ll become bullet proof. Even if you already are.” You giggled, watching as his blue hues started into your own. “You’re perfect the way you are. Turtle..human..it doesn’t matter. You’re a good person Mikey. Remember that.”

• Cupping his cheek, you peppered tiny kisses on his nose, making the youngest brother laugh and swat at your actions. “Okay okay! Knock it off!” He whisper-yelled, holding your face, stopping your little attack. “Maybe you’re right Y/n. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Shrugging playfully, you grasped his wrists. “Not have a super awesome person like me.” Laughing lightly, Michelangelo smushed his face with your, giving you a toothy kiss.

Raphael

• Tossing the newspaper to the ground, Raphael held a scowl that could kill. “GODDAMNIT! Will this ever fucking STOP!” He wailed throwing himself onto the couch, nearly shaking with anger. “Fuck this, fuck them, fuck it!” Last week he had busted a large criminal operation and this is what he gets?

• Peaking from the kitchen, you saw the hotheaded turtle have another one of his episodes, maybe a little bit worse. Deciding lunch could wait, you quickly hurried over the the red terrapin. “Raph? What happened?” Getting only a simple gesturing pointing to the newspaper, you gently picked it up, reading the header. ‘Turtle Freaks: Friend or Foe?’

• Air escaping your mouth, you let the paper fall from your grasp, floating it’s way to the sewer floors. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry.” Knowing to be careful with your words, you say next to the hothead, laying a soft hand on his thigh. “How can you go out there and face those people?! How can you deal with shit like that? I do nothing but work my ass off and I still get called a damn freak!” He yelled, tears evident in his eyes.

• “Not everyone thinks the same Raph. Despite what that damn paper says, not everyone thinks you’re a freak or an enemy. People like you. They think you’re a hero. You can’t let things like that get to you. I let it get to me and that didn’t go too well. While I’m just a human, I’ve been judged, ridiculed, outcasted by people for the way I look, act, for who I am. But they don’t matter in the end. They are just some assholes who want to get to you. They’re miserable in their own way.” Sighing a bit, you cuddled up to the large terrapin. “If it helps, I think you’re the most amazing turtle in New York.”

• Looking down at his human, he wrapped an arm around them, soaking up their warmth. Taking a few breaths, Raphael gave you a small smile. “Damn right I am sweet cheeks.” Kissing the top of your head, he massaged your arm. “Thank you.” He mumbled. “No problem Raph. That’s what I’m here for.”

Donatello

• The lab, usually silent, except for the occasional explosion or sound of metal clanging, was eerily quiet. A drop of water would echo if it could. “Donnie?” You called out, opening the lab door ajar. Watching the news, it was bad. They were hero’s, how could people not see that?

• Shutting the door behind you, you heard a faint sound. Ever so quiet, but audible. Walking around, the sound becoming louder and louder, you felt your heart break. Tears streaking down his green skin, arms wrapped around his scrunched legs, Donatello was miserable. His tech was in the corner, mask tossed across a swivel chair.

• “Could these mutants be trusted? What about the turtle called Donatello? He could be storing weapons dangerous to society? What if they turned to their aggressive nature? What will the NYPD do then?”

• The news, barely audible, laid playing not too far from the two of you, making you cringe at the news anchor. “Hey hey hey…don’t. Donnie…don’t listen to them.” Kneeling down, wiping away tears that seemed to never end, you could only pity your boyfriend.

• “I’d never hurt anyone. I protect. I- I’m not a monster…am I?” Donatello sputtered out, lifting his head slightly to look at you. Shaking your head quickly, you snatched the turtles hands into your own, making him to his full attention towards you. “Donatello, my love, you are no monster. Those people, that anchorman, those are the monsters. No matter your skin, your shell, your hands or your feet. You’re no different than any of us. You’re so smart and the kindest soul I have ever met. You kick ass and protect your brothers, me. You saved the world my love. You have developed so many gadgets that current science cannot replicate. You’re one of a kind. The next Einstein.” Kissing his knuckles, you offered a toothy smile.

• A weak smile scribbled on the terrapin’s face, he clutched onto your small hands. “How are you so open minded? After everything you’ve seen?” Getting up, pulling the turtle to his feet, you looked up at him. “I have hope, for everyone. Good or bad.” Nodding, the turtle accepted your answer, feeling a little better. “Come on,” pulling at Donatello’s arm, you gave a small giggle. “Let’s go play some monopoly.” Donatello couldn’t be happier hearing about his favorite board game.

Leonardo

• Leonardo, leader of the turtle brothers, gave a front that he couldn’t be broken down, that he was bullet proof. He tried to convince himself that. He tried not to let things bother him. He tried so hard. Day in and day out, but he began to reach his breaking point.

• He loved his brothers, but, he knew he couldn’t talk to them about his feelings. Splinter wouldn’t be the best help. He didn’t need guidance, he needed comfort. And that comfort was you.

• Opening your window, closing it behind him, he walked around your apartment. It was small, but it was big enough where he could move freely without much trouble. Finding you in your bed, television dim against your skin, he found you smiling up at him. God, what he would do to see that smile every chance he could get.

• “What brings you here stranger.” You giggled, patting the empty spot on your bed. Taking your offer, he sat down on the bed, getting himself comfortable. “I suppose you’ve seen the news lately. It’s - it’s getting to me Y/n” he started, opening his heart to you.

• Running a hand over his head, he looked over at you, not wanting to break away from your orbs. “I train hard. I fight. I bruise. I have nearly died many times for these people. I don’t feel like a hero. Somehow they’ve made me think I’m just like other criminals. They protest about mine and my brothers presence in the NYPD. They scream ‘Freaks’, ‘Monsters’, anything they can to get a reaction from us. I try not to let it get to me. I’m a leader for Christ sake. And I see you, you act more like me when you’re out with us. You don’t let it get to you. How?”

• “I know how you feel Leo. I’ve been in your shoes before, ya know. High school was rough. I was thrown around, beaten, tossed in the damn garbage. They all laughed at my misery, the very misery they created, formed until it consumed me. Over time, I learned, it’s not me that was wrong, but them. Like those people out there.” Gesturing to the window, people walking down the street with no care in the world. “The very same people love to see your misery. If you give them what they want, they won. Learn to let things go Leo, let their actions, words, roll off of your shell and turn to goo. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

• “I think so.” The terrapin murmured, taking in your words. “Leo?” You asked, laying a hand on his chest, catching his attention. “Hmm?” Leaning up, giving the turtle a small peck, cuddling up to the large mutant. “I love you.” Wrapping his arms around your small frame, he hurried his face deep into your hair. “I love you too.”

Okay so I had this thought and it's more leo centric (bayverse) and it's reader is with April and maybe one or two other brothers during a mission. And it's a stake out and so April is trying to conversate like "So how is it goin with 'you know who?'" And it's just reader trying their best to be very ambitious about their feelings for leo but the other brother with them on the stake out pieces it together or maybe reader let's an obvious trait slip and then teasing ensues XD sorry if it's confusing but it's been on my mind lol

Stakeout

Mentions of Bayverse! Leonardo x Reader

Gender Neutral! Reader

Summary : On a stakeout with Raphael and April O’Neal, you let slip you have taken a liking to the leader in blue.

The moon was waxed across Ed the night sky, stars shining ever so slightly down upon The Big Apple. The wind dim, nearly unnoticeable. Nothing seemed off about tonight. Other than a few passerby’s going on their ways. That was if you didn’t know what you were looking for.

Sitting on top of a building, perhaps an apartment complex, you didn’t know, were with your friends, April and Raphael. Rumors had spread around town of a drug heist going on a few buildings over and you three had decided to check it out. Nothing serious enough for all four of the brothers to come along, April mostly watching for anything for her news report.

Kicking your feet, you had become bored. No activity had come up so far, not even a suspicious vehicle. “See anything Y/n?” April asked, glancing your way. Shrugging your shoulders you sighed, laying down against the pavement, deeming the night sky to be more interesting. “Nope. How about you big guy?” Glancing your eyes upward, gesturing towards the hotheaded terrapin. “Nothin’. Damn near dead on this part a town.”

“Shocker.” Muttering to yourself, you closed your eyes, the cool air trying to lull you to sleep. There was a calm, yet nearly uncomfortable silence on the rooftop. Deciding to break the silence, April decided to bring up a recent conversation you two had shared.

“Sooooo…since we’re doing nothing. How’s it going with ‘you know who’?” Eyes now wide open, quickly sitting up, you turned your full attention to the reporter. “Oh It’s um. Yeah, Le- uh the guy doesn’t really…know yet?” Giving an awkward smile, hands giving off a small gesture.

Raphael didn’t care much for gossip but as soon as he heard you slip up, he was all ears. The terrapin walked up, a mischievous smirk bright as day. “Little Y/n has a crush on a certain brother of mine huh?” He chuckled out, seeing your face go red as a tomato. “You know he likes you too? You shoulda known by now.”

“Wait what?” Snapping your head, eyes raised in uncertainty. “Come on. It’s obvious. He’s gentle witcha when trainin’, first to greet ya back at home, and damn he’s always staring!” Lifting his arms in the air, letting them fall loosely by his sides.

“Besides, he talks about ya a lot when you’re not around. Seriously he’s worse than Mikey.” He added, messing with his toothpick. Looking down into your lap, you didn’t know what to feel. You knew you were happy. But between happy, nervous, embarrassed, your mind was racing. “I never really thought of that before.”

“Now you gotta tell him!” Shoving your shoulder, April giggled. “Hey! Stop that.” You threatened, earning another giggle that had you rolling your eyes, smile evident. “She’s right, ya know. He’s too pussy ta do it; might as well.” Raphael added, now twirling the stick between his digits. “Who knows, might get lucky.”

“Okay! Okay, too much!” You quickly interrupted, index finger pointing at the turtle in red. “I’m not even on first base yet.” Before anyone could say anything else, a loud roar of a van pooling from the streets echoed, a small group of people hopping out with piles of boxes and large bags.

“Okay but we’re just saying. Tell him how you feel already. Now come on!” Rushing her words, April jumped down, followed by Raphael. “Maybe one day.” You whispered, pulling out your blade, following the two vigilante’s. ‘Maybe one day.’

Dating Master Splinter (2012) Would Include…

Master Splinter never gets any love :(

As usual GN! Reader

• No PDA. While he does show his love to you through gestures and words, and a hug here or there, he reserves his affection to be in private. It’s not embarrassment or anything, it’s how he was raised.

• When alone, he loves to kiss your cheeks. His whiskers would tickle and cause you to giggle. When you weren’t paying attention, he would sneak a kiss on your lips.

• HUGS! Oh my god. His fur is so soft and warm. When he would envelop you in his giant arms, it was as if a giant teddy bear hugged you. He is very gentle with you, but held tight, especially when you were upset.

• “I love you” would come rarely. This, he wouldn’t hesitate to say in front of his sons. The first time he said he loved you, was after an encounter with the Shredder that left you extremely injured. He wouldn’t leave your side after that day.

• Comfortable silence. Either it be you reading a book and Splinter meditating next to you, you enjoyed each other’s company and time. Maybe a small conversation here and there.

• Of course Splinter being the turtles father, you would take on a parental role. Teaching the brothers patience, compassion for one another. Most of all, love. They love you to death and would do anything to protect you.

• Meals. Everyone loves pizza, but after a while it got repetitive. There would be nights you would mix up and make something new for your family. Of course, Splinter would always appreciate it, especially when you made a new batch of cheesecicles.

• Cuddling. Tons of it. When you both are alone in your room, or when the brothers are on patrol, you would jump at the chance to wrap yourself around your lover and watch tv in the living room. When you were laying down for the night, Splinter would wrap his large paws around your smaller frame, holding you close, snout snuggled into the crook of your neck.

• He would train you to become a Kunoichi. Whether you had past training or not, he would work with you day and night, learning the ways of a ninja. He would treat you the same as his sons in the dojo, pushing you to your limits to become your best self.

• He always makes sure your needs are met. Are you hungry? He has a bowl of soup in front of you. Thirsty? Tea is already brewing. Whatever you needed, he made sure you got.

• Overall he is an amazing spouse and loves you dearly. He isn’t going to make the same mistake to you as he did with Tang Shen. You couldn’t ask for a better rat-man.

Hello! I saw that your requests were open!! What about 2012 splinter with a gn god!s/o? Like reader has a split personality one is peace, love, & prosperity while the other is war, death, & anger. But both personalities love splinter and the sons so they teach them to? If not that's okay! I'm just excited to see that someone is doing things for 2012!splinter❤❤

Splinter (2012) with a GN!Reader God

• When you had first met, it was confusing. Initially, you were very kind, offering nothing but kindness towards the sensei. The next, you held yourself in such a way that reminded him of The Shredder. This made the rat weary of you until he read up on who you exactly were.

• The turtles were also weary of you for a few months. They loved when you were happy and open, but when you switched, their guard was up. Your eyes would change to a gold, something amidst. You never hurt any of them, only ever sharp with them.

• Over time, they got used to your change, watching your eyes, turning from e/c to gold, ever so quickly. No longer afraid, the turtles would treat you no differently from your changes. They’d greet you the same, love you the same, and of course, Michelangelo would always hug you when coming back from patrol.

• The turtles had become your pride and joy, your warm and cold heart both willing to protect them with your life, even though you were a god. This was proven during a particularly bad day, the Shredder, deciding to show himself, had pissed you off. One hand was all you needed to have him back off.

• You grew to love their father, Splinter, but it was hard to show sometimes. Being a god of peace and death, it was tough showing your emotions. Splinter knew that, taking small steps with you. Through meditation and conversation, you had the grasp of human emotion. In either form, you could distinguish your feelings and speak out about them.

• You both rarely said ‘I love you’, especially you. When you spoke those words, it caught your spouse off-guard, making him to his head. Of course, you showed him how you loved him, but verbally, it was almost never. It was always a special moment when you spoke those simple words.

• You we’re impressive with your fighting skills, being the god of war, it came naturally. Splinter decided you should help train the turtles, maybe himself once in a while. And boy, you gave them a workout. Panting breaths and all, you gave them your all. The world wasn’t kind, neither should they. Of course, when you were your kinder self, you’d apologize to the boys for working them so hard, offering a cup of tea and snacks.

• Speaking of, when you were your kinder self, you’d always be found next to Splinter, either arm wrapped around his own, or simply in his presence. You loved his company and showed it. Giving gifts was a big thing for you, either the gift of memories long gone, or simply making him something from your heart. You knew you could be cold and overbearing, so while it was to show your love, it was a form of an apology.

• You helped your family around the sewers, keeping their home clean and organized, adding some decorations here and there. Of course, you’d have a jar of treats for ice cream kitty.

• Sometimes it was hard for you to express your emotions, especially on your bad days, humanity affected you in many ways. Every wound, you felt. Every war, you encouraged. The sensei knew this all too well, opting to hold you in his paws until your emotions were numb. He was your peace, while you were everyone else’s.

Tension

Bayverse!Donatello x Reader

Summary : You have been friends with the turtles for years, forming a special bond with the turtle dawning purple. Recently, you have realized there’s tension between you two.

The lair, muggy and dim, was home. Not to only four certain mutants, but you as well, a human girl. Many would find it cruel to live in the depths on sewage, you were none the wiser.

Many memories were created here with the turtle brothers and their father, Splinter. Their company was something you had always enjoyed. Speaking of which, is what you were doing as of now.

Relaxing on the couch, controller in hand, you were getting your ass beat in Mario Kart. “Come on! Don’t throw that fucking shell.” You threatened, narrowing your eyes at Michelangelo, who was having the time of his life seeing you suffer. “Sorry angelcakes, but you aren’t gonna beat me this time.”

Sighing, you fell into third place, effectively losing against the youngest turtle. “Cheater.” You accused, jabbing at the back of the terrapins shell. “Am not! You can’t handle my awesomeness.” Michelangelo retorted, crossing his arms. “You’re just a sore loser.”

With a small “Mhm” you got up from your spot on the couch, done with the game for now. If you tried again, you’d either break the controller or Michelangelo. Either sounded fine right now.

Instead, you started to walk to the lab, curious as the what Donatello was doing. You both met when he had saved you from a group of The Foot. Ever since then, you were inseparable. While scary in the moment, it was now a fond memory for you both.

You found out you had many common interests; welding, woodwork, and much more. Slowly, as you both got closer, you began to fall in love with the turtle. The way his nose scrunched when he smiled, his snorts when he laughed, and his consistent babbling about what invention he was currently working on, hooked you in and refused to let go.

Not that you cared, but still, you tried to hide your feelings, not wanting to ruin the friendship. It was obvious to the rest of the turtles, even their father. On the other hand, Donatello acted different when around you, googly eyes and speech stammering. Raphael was the one to tease you about it, dropping hints to his poor brother, who thought he was playing a cruel joke.

“Hey Donnie! Whatcha working on?” You asked, entering the lab. Donatello was at his desk, tongue sticking out, focused on welding a few pieces on metal onto his current machine. Turning his attention to you, he gave a nervous smile. “Y/n! Uh-nothing heh. Science..stuff. Yeah. Come back later?”He mumbled, going back to his project.

“Um…okay?” You replied, nothing really knowing what to say. It’s been like this for the past couple weeks. He seemed to be avoiding you, and really any communication to add. You felt like you did something wrong; said something. Giving off a barely audible sigh, you started to walk off. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

“Wait! Y/n that’s not wh-” Donatello started to plead, but it fell on deaf ears. You were already gone and Donatello’s only company was his machines. “God damnit.” He muttered to himself, focusing his attention back to the box of metal. But it was no use, his mind a rubix cube.

Defeated, he leaned back in his swivel chair, pinching the bridge on his nose. “Come on Donnie. You have to tell her at some point.” He whispered, talking to himself.

“I don’t know what to do Leo. He’s been avoiding me. He doesn’t even keep a conversation anymore. You see how he walks away whenever I’m around! What did I do?” Ranting to the eldest brother, you held your face in your hands, wanting to burst into tears.

Laying a gentle hand on your shoulder blade, Leonardo sighed. He knew about the complicated relations between the two of you. It was obvious, to anyone. “Let me go talk to him. He’s probably having a bad day. You know how he gets.” Leonardo reasoned, trying his best to help you calm down.

Nodding your head, you watched as the turtle left you to be. Rubbing your temples, you waited for the terrapin to return. “I hope nothings wrong..”.

Meanwhile, the leader in blue entered his brother’s territory. He was upset, almost angry at Donatello. His brother knew exactly what he was doing. He acted like this when he got caught licking the pop tarts when they were kids.

“Do you wanna tell me what’s up with you or do I have to rip it out from you?” The eldest terrapin questioned, digit pointed at the other. “Nothing Leonardo. Okay?” Facing his brother, he pushed himself up from the chair, arms at his sides.

“Really? Cause Y/n’s out there, nearly in tears because of you! Seriously man, get it through your thick shell. They love you! And don’t you dare say you don’t feel the same, cause everyone knows that’s a lie.” Heart nearly sinking into his shell, the younger brother, for once, was at a loss for words. “What? They? Love me?”

Nodding, the blue terrapin crossed his arms, glaring at his brother. “Fix it Donnie. They need you. Don’t push them away.”

The terrapin didn’t say anything, rushing past his brother, and out the doors. “Y/n! Y/n!” Running into the kitchen, the turtle couldn’t have felt worse. The human, tear stricken, nose red. “Oh god…”

“What do you want?” Muttering, you wiped your face, drying your hands with your jeans. Taking a seat, a weak smile on his face, he started to speak. “I wanna say…I’m sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I got scared and shoved myself into a corner.” Sighing, he pushed up his glasses some. “I don’t hate you. I…damnit…what I’m trying to say is that I love you.”

Jaw hitting the floor, it took a moment for your brain to process what was happening. “You..love me?” Your voice, soft and unsure. “Yeah, I love you. A lot.” The next thing Donatello knew, you tackled him, smile scribbled onto your face. Happily taking your into his arms, he buried his face into the crooked of your neck. “Don’t hide from me again Donnie. I can’t lose you.” “You have no idea.”

Could I request for headcanons of TMNT 2012 Splinter react to his s/o saying they know how it feels to be discriminated especially of something that they can't control when he asks how are they so open minded?

Splinter reacting to GN! Reader about discrimination

• Splinter was never one for letting words, or even actions get to him. Over the years, he had learned to control his emotions, ever since….

• This one particular day, the turtles were out on a patrol, allowing their father to have some free time. Meditating was usually what he enjoyed, but today, it was the television.

• Remote in hand, arm wrapped around your shoulders, the rat clicked through different channels, eventually the news catching his attention.

• “Mutants running rampid! What are we going to do with these creatures? Trap them? Possibly work with them? The media doesn’t know. This is Lou Jitsu, Channel 6 news!”

• With a small sigh, the older male switched the channel once again, not really caring for what was on the screen. Eyes furrowed, staring at the tv, knew this bothered your spouse, as it did you.

• You never cared for what he had looked like, why do others? “Splinter, you okay?” You asked, turning your attention to your mate, laying your hands on his thigh. “Y/n, throughout my lifetime, humans have always been scared of the unknown. It’s never bothered me; how I look. And I look at you, my mate, living in such fear, hatred. How do you stay open?”

• Giving Splinter a small smile, you could only breathe out a small laugh. “Yoshi, it’s because it’s not just mutants humans have done this too. School bullies? Yeah, I’ve been through that. I’ve been shunned and ridiculed to high hell, but there’s a point where I knew my self worth; where they taught me that judgement is sometimes horrible. I choose to see the good, in people, in you, and our sons. That’s how I do it. You have to push past the fear and anger. If not, it consumes you, you know?”

• With a small “Hm”, the rats gaze bore into yours, a soft look written. “I suppose so, darling.” He muttered, pulling you onto his lap, paws locking onto your back. “You have done so much for me and our sons. With you, my life is normal.”

• Wrapping your arms around Splinter, your face heating up, you planted a small kiss on his snout, making the rats nose scrunch. “With you, my life is perfect. I love you sweetheart.” “And I love you.”

Hi, can I ask for a, Splinter with a powerful witch s/o. She is loveing, karing, sweet, and understanding, but if you mess with this wich and hert the ones she loves, she becomes scary scary. Also one day she takes a hit for Splinter. Shredder sneaks up behind splinter, she pushes him out of the way and she gets hert. Love and happiness at the end please. If this is too much ignore this.

Totally! Love the idea :)

Fem! Reader

Take It Out On Me

Darkness. Some fear it, some bathe themselves in it. You were not one of those people, but here you were, drowning. The day had gone by as usual, taking care of your boys, spending time with your lover. Now, well, life had flip itself upside down.

The family was enjoying Space Hero’s, you cuddled against the rats side, your sons next to you. You couldn’t have asked for better. That was, until everything collapsed, quite literally. The walls, shaking with such force, you couldn’t tell if you were vibrating, or merely hallucinating.

As stones fell, show long forgotten, you rushed your sons to the nearest exit, Splinter opting to be left behind, foot soldiers trotting their way into your home. Some say time is no friend, this was true. It was drooling, slow. You saw how your sons were scared. For them and for their father. They tried many times to run back, but with a wave of your hand, you kept them by your side.

Everything seemed to be calm, the tunnels dark. Your only friend was the rhythmic drops of water. Thinking you were safe, you let your sons sit down, seeing how tired they were. Looking at the ground, running a hand through your hair, the dirt seemed to be moving? ‘Weird. I’m not doing anything’ Standing up quickly, raising your hands, forcibly shoving the turtles far from yourself. “Run my sons! And don’t look back!” Voice echoing throughout the tunnels, eyes wide as footsteps got louder by the second, dirt shaking hastily.

“Mom! We can leave you!” Raphael cried out, the others begging for you to come. “I said go!” You yelled, your eyes never leaving the turtles, watching as their figures became cloudy. One by one, the soldiers came, making their way to you, but never past. Their bodies, laying across the dirt floor, your breath heavy with anger. Screaming, that’s all that was heard. Not of the soldiers, but of you. A mother’s cry. One that could pierce the hearts of angels.

You fought, until there was nothing to stab, throw, punch. Nothing except the air. On your heels, you began to run. Your boys were safe, you just hoped your husband was too. “Yoshi!” Feet coming to a halt, rubble everywhere, almost quiet, except for the groans and sheath of metal.

Throughout your years, you’ve experienced chapters of history, but this? The scene before you, Splinter laying on the ground, battered and bloody, The Shredder, blade to the mutants throat, it torn something in you. “Get away from him!” You screamed, walls shaking underneath your breath.

The Shredder, deaf to your words, lifted his blade, swinging down onto his target, the feeling on flesh being pierced. Though, looking down, it wasn’t Hamato Yoshi against the blade, rather, it was you. “No one hurts my family.” Whimpering, you placed your hand on the blade, electricity shooting from your fingertips, to the armor dawning Oroku Saki. The last thing you heard, was the cries of your lover, pressure applied to your stomach.

Days, weeks, you were floating. You didn’t know where you were. You could hear voices, faint, but there. There was nothing to see, except the void. Afraid, you couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, yet you were screaming. Was this hell? Heaven? You didn’t know. You wanted to go home.

It stayed like this for days, a week maybe? Time was indifferent here. You couldn’t feel anything, so why were you shaking all of the sudden? “Y/n?” “Mom? Please, wake up.”

The shaking became violent, almost painful, and then, light. Groaning, you lifted your arms, cursing the light that pierced your vision. “MOM!” Came screams, weight sinking onto your chest and shoulders. Opening your eyes, your sons held onto you, tears evident on their green scales. “Mom you’re awake.” Donatello whimpered, his grip tightening onto your shirt. The turtles, dared not to let you go. “Dad never left your side.”

“Y-Yoshi?” Sputtering, you looked up, your husband looking down at your, fur wet, tail wrapped around your arm. “Watashi no ai. You saved us.” A weak smile dawned your pale lips, an arm wrapped around your sons, the other, reaching to caress your lovers fur. “It’s my job, darling. You know this.” A small chuckle escaped the rats mouth, placing a hand on your own. “We missed you.” “You have no idea.”

You already know who it is, and im in need for some shredder x male reader, (any verse because hes always fine) with some armor on type shit, mask stays on etc plus some holding him down, ya know 😻🫶

Oh I’ve been waiting to write for Shredder 😫

Warning: NSFW

Shredder 1987 x Male! Reader

I Said Sit

The day had been long. Turtle this, turtle that. Sometimes, you really couldn’t stand Kraang, wanting to strangle the bag of brains, but he was your ticket to your salvation.

Your boyfriend, Oroku Saki, as always, was out with his henchmen, fighting the turtles. You knew the game; fight the turtles, run before it got out of hand, and come home. Shredder could really hurt the turtles if he wanted to, but honestly, he enjoyed what he did.

“Going so soon?” Kraang spoke up, you getting up from your spot in the lab, stretching your calves. “Yes, I am. It’s late and I’ve got business to attend to thank you very much.”

“What kind of business?” Kraang lifting a brow, robotic head turning slightly. “That, my friend, is for me to know and you to never find out.” With a small grumble from the alien, you left the room, walking the halls of the technodrone, thoughts escaping your mind.

You haven’t had much time with Shredder lately, you both having the turtles to worry about and technology to improve. Him being the braun and you the brain. Nonetheless, your body had started to ache, yearning for your boyfriends skin.

“Finally.” Muttering to yourself, opening a door, revealing your living quarters, a metallic stench filling your nose. Kicking your shoes off, tossed across the room, you laid on your shared bed, removing your shirt and jeans, getting comfortable.

Closing your eyes, your mind started to race again, instinctively your hand reaching down, rubbing against your bulge, a small jolt coming from your hips. It’s been so long since your touched yourself, your dick now sensitive.

“Fuck..” Voice nothing but a whisper, wrist turning as your hand worked it’s way up and down your shaft. It couldn’t have been more than a minute when the door had opened, reveling the man you dreamt of.

“What the- Y/n? You could’ve waited!” The older male whined, quickly slamming the door, making his way to you. “Can’t help it Saki, you’ve been away too long.”

“Now where we’re we?” You muttered, leaning over Oroku, snatching his scarf from his throat. “Sit down.” You growled, with a fell swoop, his wrists down to his own fabric.

The villain couldn’t help but scruff, pulling his hands at the fabric, binding him. “I said sit!” Pushing Oroku by his shoulders, forcing the master on his knees. “There you go.” You muttered, hands teasing the seams of your boxers. “Take them off.”

Nodding his head, Shredder pryde the fabric off your waist, throwing them behind himself. Hand firm on his shoulder, your other trailed his helmet, rubbing against the edges.

“I’ve missed you.” Oroku whispered, his hands talking for him, gently grabbing onto your dick, precum lathering between his fingers, creating a natural lube to work his way up and down.

Stifling a whimper, your chest rose and fell. The once firm grip now deadly, the Shredders metal pads wanting to bend from the pressure. “I m..missed you too sweetheart..” Your voice breathless.

Hips moving on their own, your vocal cords failed you, small pants and moans escaping your throat, encouraging Shredder to continue.

“Look at you, begging for more.” He teased, hands moving painfully slow. He couldn’t help but give off a small laugh as your furrowed your brows.

“Begging?” Scoffing, your hands moved, grabbing your boyfriend by his throat, mask pressing against your skin. “Oh this is gonna be fun.” You could have swore you felt a shiver underneath your fingers.

Forcing Oroku on the bed, you grabbed his hips, pointing them in the air. “That’s better.” Muttering to yourself, nails digging into his leggings, shredding the polyester, thrusting your arm back.

Shredder, face hot, turn his head, looking at you. “Don’t keep me waiting. I need you.” A small breathe of air left your nose, fingers caressing his sides. “Look who’s begging now. But, if you insist.”

Shrugging, you gave no warning, thrusting yourself into the Shredder, nearly making the man scream while you left out a satisfying sigh. “You feel so good.” A small rumble coming from your throat, hips moving slowly to let the recipient adjust to your size.

“You can move.” His voice nothing but a whine, as your hips moved, the room nearly silent besides the smacking skin and whimpers. “It’s been so long.” You grunted, shaft rippling against Shredders inner walls.

Shredder didn’t say anything, only breathless moaning in return. Funny how a villain could turn into nothing but a whining man underneath you.

Time was forgotten into the moment, neither of you cared. Your dick, moving faster by the minute, a knot forming in your stomach, was all you could focus on. Shredder, dick twitching in his soaked leggings, was left a pleasured mess, muscles weak and he was being pounded.

“I can’t hold much..longer.” Oroku panted, gripping the pillows with his hands, claws tearing them open. “F-fuck. I’m right there.” You replied, rhythm now rapid and sloppy, giving into your desired release.

“YES! Fuck yes!” Shredder screamed, his voice hoarse, chest dropping onto the sheets, thighs shaking as you kept going. Squeezing your eyes shut, the knot in your stomach burst, dick throbbing as you came, a string of pleasure erupting from your throat.

After a moment, you slipped out of your boyfriend, flipping next to him on the bed. “Come here.” Curling against Oroku, laying an arm over his waist, pulling him against you. Shredder couldn’t help but grab onto your hand, squeezing softly. “I love you.” “I love you too Y/n.”

Somebody I Used To Know

Summary: Memory gone, you live your new life, until you spot someone on the television

The Shredder x GN! Reader

Lonely; without companions; solitary. The definition fit you well. Throughout your life you made friends, lost them, so forth and so on. You weren’t unfriendly or anything, but rather empty. Your heart, soul, yearned for something, but you couldn’t scratch even the surface.

You made due, pushing through the school days and work. Finding if you were always busy, you could push your ghosts away. Until one day, you had a day off, and decided to relax for a bit. A little tv wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Screen flashing, you switched channel after channel. Landing on a kids show, a certain character caught your eye. His voice was like static, dawning a metal suit with a purple cape. Setting the remote down, you let yourself drown episode after episode.

You never crushed on anyone, so why is your chest beating so hard now? Was it his charisma? Possibly his physique? You couldn’t really pinpoint it. All you knew, you didn’t feel as empty, like something was filling the void.

As weeks went by, you had a new routine, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles taking over your free time. You couldn’t help it, Shredder captivated you. It was strange, turning off the television made your heart pause, but when you saw his face, heard his voice, it pressed play.

You felt so…alive. People didn’t matter anymore, you were happy, in some ways, but still happy. Your chest didn’t hurt as much, pangs here and there. Today was no different, turning on the television just in time for a new episode. Singing along with the theme song, you couldn’t help but smile, eyes never leaving the villains view.

‘God he’s cute.’ Thinking to yourself, leaning back into your chair, palm supporting your head. Your cheeks formed a pink hue, toothy smile written onto your face, watching a new scheme play out on screen.

“Where did you take them!?” Shredder screamed, nearly pleading to the turtles. It made been years since his lover disappeared. Shredder knew the turtles were harmless, but they must’ve taken them. Right?

“We don’t know where they are!” Raphael replied, sais twirling in his hands. “We cared for them too Shred-Head!”

The Shredder wanted to scream, tear Raphael’s throat out, but all he managed was a snarl, eyebrows nearly touching. “Lies! Where is Y/n?!” Pointing his index finger, commanding his henchmen to attack.

“Wait, what?” Sitting up in your chair, you couldn’t believe what you heard. He said your name. Your..name? It must’ve been a coincidence. There’s millions of people with the same name. You couldn’t shake the feeling away, the one you had grown accustomed to, was now growing, molding into something different, forming into a headache.

Groaning, you rubbed your temples, eyes glued to the screen. As scenes went by, the fight came and went, the episode ending with Oroku Saki holding a picture. Was that you? “Oh my god.” Your voice, barely above a whisper, pain overtaking your body, forcing you to your knees, hands pressing against your head.

Then, the pain went away, replacing itself with pictures, videos….memories. You realized they were memories. Shredder holding you close at night, wrapping his arms around you. Setting you a plate at dinner. Your first kiss. All of it, flashing before your eyes.

You saw it; the day you disappeared. It was any other day, working on the techno-drone, drilling in some metal. Your head hurt, like it had moments ago, then, you were here. A small child with a new mother and father.

As quickly as the memories came, they left, leaving you a mess on the ground. You had lived a lie, believing you were just a no one, but you were someone, to him, to everyone there.

And there was nothing you could do. You were stuck, dimensions away from your lover, your family. “Why?” Your words forming into sobs. Hands covering your face as you mourned. “I wanna go home.” Begging did nothing, pleading did nothing. You were a ghost in a shell, lost in time.

For years you wished the void in your heart was filled, now, you regretted it. The only way you could find peace in your life was through a plastic screen. There, you could see a glimpse of your old life, watching Shredder as the days went by. You weren’t there anymore, but maybe, he could feel you here, through the screen.

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