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You were in the middle of giving your apartment a much-needed cleaning when you received the phone call. You were about to ignore it but then you saw it was that cute mutant boy from your Latin dance class in the Underground City.

Ever since discovering New York’s mutant/yokai population, you were intrigued. It was easier than you thought to find your way there. To your relief, they were pretty accepting of humans. Obviously, since your dance partner was calling you up.

“Tell me something good,” you answered the phone.

You were greeted by a snorting noise followed by “Hiiii, Y/n… how are you tonight?”

Leonardo’s tone was a little odd, but he was generally a little odd himself so you didn’t think much of it.

“Eh, it’s a cleaning day,” you shrugged as you folded up some dish towels, holding your phone to your ear with your shoulder, “sup with you?”

There was a pause. “Uh…” Leo began, “I’m not really sure how to ask you this….”

Now he was really acting strange. Usually, whenever Leo was around you, the guy could never shut up. He was up to some funny business.

“What is it?” Your tone was curious.

“Er, well, uhm…” Leo stammered.

“What?” You asked giggling and sitting down in the dining area. This was gonna be good.

“Well… I think I’m just gonna start at the beginning,” Leo gushed.

“Go on,” you encouraged.

“My brothers and I have been challenging each other to basically everything we can think of.”

“As brothers do,” you agreed.

“And we’ve ran out of sports, games and dance offs,” Leo continued.

“Time to break out the eating contests,” you jokingly suggested.

“No way,” Leo explained, “Raph would totally win those.”

“I bet he would,” you tried not to sound as turned on as you felt. You’d met Raphael and Leo’s other brothers before. All four were hot like the Coney Island boardwalk in the summertime. (And you meant the actual boards because those things could burn your feet.)

“Anyhoo,” Leo continued with an awkward little chuckle.

Get to it, already, you shouted in your mind.

“We…. decided to… try to test our… virility?”

“Virility?” You echoed cocking an eyebrow.

“Look, it was Donnie’s idea! He said that according to biology,” Leo emphasized the word to show his annoyance at his ‘know-it-all’ brother, “neither of us can be superior to the others until one of us….”

You waited on the edge of your seat for Leo to complete his sentence.

“... has a kid.”

The silence went both ways. You broke it first.

“So,” you began in a muddled tone, “what does all that have to do with me?”

Leo inhaled sharply. “Well… I remember you saying that you were into mutants and how you wanted a mutant child and…”

CLUNK!

You immediately dropped your phone to the floor in a fog of abject shock. It took a few seconds for Leo’s voice, still coming in from the other end, to register in your mind.

“Hello? Y/n?… Hello?… Estas bien?”

You slowly picked your phone back up and held it to your ear.

“Are you asking me to have sex with you?” You were desperate to know.

“No,” Leo responded, “… I’m asking you to have sex with me…. and my brothers.”

You gave the phone a little twirl away from your face just to check to make sure this was actually happening.

“At the same time?”

“Uh, we were thinking we’d kinda take turns,” Leo admitted.

You were at a complete loss for words. Leo waited patiently before piping up.

“If you don’t wanna do it, we can just ask-”

“Yes.”

“W-what?” Leo stuttered.

“Yes, I’ll do it.”

“Heh… alright,” you could hear the little smile on his voice. You pictured his sweet face lighting up.

“... When should I come ov-”

“Oh! Uh, I’ll get back to you on that. Gotta go tell the guys you’re DTF,” Leo spouted hastily.

“Ok, then,” you chuckled, “well…. Let me know what they say.”

“Will do, sugar boo,” Leo assured you, “bye.”

“Bye.”

Suddenly feeling like you needed to lie down you went to your room and flopped onto your back on your bed.

Did you just agree to bang a bale of turtles? Until one of them successfully breeds you?

You took a long look at your phone in your hand above your head. As if it could somehow give you the answer you already knew.

“YUSSSS,” you suddenly found yourself cheering, arms and legs in the air. Then you shut up because, neighbors.

It was true. You’d expressed to Leo your attraction to mutants. You also remembered telling him how much you wanted to be a mom. Ever since mutants became a larger part of the NY population around 5 years ago, the social stigma around them had lessened. Not to mention there were new laws passed that provided benefits for mutant children and their families.

You’d seen human and mutant parents around with their mixed children. They still got some flack from ignorant and prejudiced people. But your heart melted like the chocolate chips in a freshly baked cookie whenever you saw a happy mixed family out in public. The child usually took on some mutant features from the non-human parent. The kids always looked so cool and unique to you. A beautiful product of a connection between two people who chose to love each other despite biological differences.

You knew that you could handle being a single mom. So it hardly mattered whether the father wanted to stick around or not. Although it would be nice, you considered, having a man around to help you raise a child. Which made the situation more doable for you. These mutants you’d befriended were all adults but still pretty young. You weren’t about to pressure them into responsibilities they may not be prepared for. Didn’t want to scare them out of the challenge, either.

Arrangements for the first night were made. Together, the 5 of you established that you’d fuck all of them once every night till you got pregnant. Of course you’d have to ask for a day or two off just to rest. This seemed like a lot for a group of brothers to take on and they felt the same about you. But you knew you could do it.

You packed your dufflebag full of things you might need. A weird sort of ‘thirst aid kit’, you’d thought might come in handy. (Not to mention you’d bought something special just for Donnie.) You headed down to the sewers with your ‘bag of tricks’ in tow, feeling like a sexy Mary Poppins. Or maybe just a regular Mary Poppins. You were certain someone thought she was sexy. At least in a refined, proper British woman way.

Right before you rounded the corner into The Lair, you leaned against the curved wall and took a deep breath.

Ok, Y/n, you told yourself, these turtles are giving you a sumptuous opportunity and making themselves vulnerable to you. You just gotta be kind, caring, understanding and give each of them what they crave most.

You’d sat down every night leading up to tonight, figuring out each turtles needs. Turned out all of them were unique and needed something different. You had every intention to be the one to fulfill them. You were prepared and determined to make them grateful for choosing you.

Confidence renewed, you entered the lair, knocking on the wall as you did.

“Hey, guys,” you greeted nonchalantly. The turtles were lazily loafing as they waited for you. They alerted to your presence like an electric jolt. Three of them stood. Four pairs of eyes immediately set, ever so intently, on you. You reddened slightly and gave them a shy smile.

“Y/n, hey,” Donnie responded.

“Sup,” Raph said giving a nod.

“Hi, chiquidita, lookin’ good,” Leo flirted, gazing at you amorously.

“Thank you,” you answered smoothing your hair back behind your ear.

Mikey was silent. He sat on the couch blushing down at his hands folded in his lap.

“So, we’re doin’ this!” Leo cheered.

“On behalf of the Mad Dogs, we just wanted to say how much we appreciate you doing this for us,” Donnie explained sounding genuine but a little awkward.

“Well, on behalf of myself, I just wanted to say that the feeling is very mutual,” you declared, honestly.

The boys all chuckled bashfully at the same time, which made you smile ear to ear. They were so sweet, you could almost feel a sugar rush coming on. Or maybe it was just the high of knowing that you were about to come in contact with every muscular body in this room.

“We agreed to let you decide who goes when,” Leo informed you, face flushing.

“How nice of you, boys. Thank you.” You were touched at how gentlemanly they were behaving so far. “Leonardo?” You asked pronouncing his name the same way your Latin dance teacher did.

“Yes?” Leo gave you big puppy eyes that you knew no girl could resist.

“Why don’t you join me for some bachata?” You asked seductively.

Leo’s face shifted to one of surprise. Then it morphed into pure lust with a touch of glee at being chosen first.

“Oh, ‘bachata’, you say? Right this way, muchacha,” Leo linked his arm with yours and began walking you to his bedroom. Once you got to the threshold, Leo ushered you in. Then he promptly ran back to the living room.

“I’ll see you losers in the delivery waiting room,” Leo boasted before charging back down the hall to join you.

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You started the song you’d practiced your routine to on your phone.

You straightened your spine and stepped into first position a few feet away from Leo as he did the same. You stepped toward each other gracefully as the piano chords of the intro sounded. Leo’s brow was set low over his dark eyes as he pouted softly. You ‘serious mugged’ him right back as you grasped each others backs and hands. As the arpeggiated guitar notes began, you moved your hips in time with each other in small circular motions. You noticed that Leo was getting better at his footwork. But his hips always got your attention. Damn, that boy was not afraid to move them.

You stepped around in a circle and gave a little kick, behind you. You put your arms on his shoulders as you touched your foreheads together. Being in such proximity to Leo’s face and body you could feel all of his inner sweetness. Tonight, you also sensed something more visceral simmering just beneath the surface. He stood still smiling dreamily with his eyes closed as you brought your hips around town, away from him. Without looking, you felt his eyes on your body as you slinked it sensually just out of reach from his. The shared body heat between you rose.

Leo spun you around romantically as the music picked up at the chorus. Then you both spun gracefully and slinked in unison. You tried not to get distracted by his hips swaying with impeccible fluidity. Instead you focused on the unwavering sober expression Leo had given you the most of the routine. Which made you giggle.

“What?” Leo asked as you both brought your arms above your heads, holding hands, minding your footwork.

“You look so serious,” you admitted.

“Isn’t that what Blanca told us to do?” Leo questioned, mentioning your very demanding Latin dance teacher.

“Yea, but you’re not serious,” you fondly remarked. You both lowered your arms as you shook your hips in time with each other. Your mutual break in attention causing them to get closer than usual. “And we’re not in class,” you reminded him.

Leo considered this for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

“Oooh..” Leo spun you around again so that his front touched your back. He placed his hand non-possessively on your solar plexus, which gave you chills, as usual.

“You want me to ‘blue’ it up?” Leo asked hopefully.

You wound and stepped in tune with the music, together. Then Leo spun you away from him, while holding your hand. You paused at your farthest point from Leo to reassure him.

“Blue it up, you it up, baby,” you encouraged.

Leo gave you such an affectionately grateful look, you almost ‘awwed’. But didn’t want to infantilize your suitor.

He spun you back in with gusto. You leaned back as Leo dipped you, your body slanting diagonally against his. You flinched at the the little kiss Leo gave your exposed upper belly. Your shirt had hiked up over it. You looked up at him, surprised. From his puckish expression you could tell that he’d secretly always been wanting to do that.

“Hey, Y/n, that’s a really nice shirt,” complimented Leo.

“Thanks,” you told him. You’d just thrown on one of your band tee’s for your date with the turtles but maybe Leo was another fan.
“Can I talk you out if it?” Leo quipped with a wink.

Never before had you heard such an awful pick up line. You loved it.

“Keep talkin’, Nardo,” you egged him on with a nod.

You could tell from his face that Leo couldn’t believe his line worked. (You were positive he’d used it before and just as positive it had never worked.)

During another move where your back was to his front, he kissed your hand, moving down your arm to your neck. Which he gave a naughty little lick. Losing yourself, you forgot about dancing and merely stood there with Leo pressing the bottom end of his plastron into your ass. Before you gave into his seduction, you whipped away from him as a new verse began.

Leo seemed a bit concerned. But he melted into amorous when he noticed the sultry look you gave him.

“Did you know that your human body is 60 percent water?” he asked you innocently.

“Why, no, I don’t believe I did,” you lied coyly.

“Well,” Leo cocked one eyebrow then the other, “I’m thirstaaay!!!”

You actually didn’t see that line coming. You chuckled through your nose. Leo gave you a lecherous smile that was somehow still cute. It could only be worn by a man as young as impetuous Leo was.

You obediently slipped back into the routine. Stepping and gyrating in unison. You were a little worried about the next part of the dance. You hadn’t practiced it much with Leo. Because every time you tried, one of you always had to ‘take a break.’ Judging by the sweat forming on Leos brow, you wondered if he would bail out of this session. Even though there was no reason to this time…

With a deep breath, you and Leo allowed your bodies to intertwine. His leg between yours and your leg between his. His plastron breathed shakily against your front. To your surprise, your footwork went smoothly. Probably due to Leo concentrating as hard as he could. Trying to look anywhere but at you. You could tell from his expression that his mind was going blank from tension. Feeling his muscular thigh creating friction between yours sent you into the same blankness.

Leo’s will lasted, as he diligently continued the steps. Together you’d managed to get this part of the dance right for the first time. Leo noticed and excitedly glanced your way. You locked eyes as you both stopped dancing. Your foreheads were touching again as you breathed each other in. Leo set his eyes firmly on your lips.

“I’m… not really feeling myself today,” Leo informed you, still watching your lips.

“Oh.. I’m sorry,” you were about to ask if he felt like doing this some other time before Leo spoke up again.

“Let me feel you.”

“Mmh.. not bad,” you admitted, licking your lips enticingly.

Unable to resist any longer, Leo kissed you. You were surprised he’d lasted this long and taken aback by how aggressive his kiss was. It was warm and tight as if it was as practiced as your bachata. Despite turning your lips loose from each other for air, they refused to part. As if they were from the same mold and were trying to clay themselves back into one. You’d wrapped your arms tightly around each other.

You flicked your tongue. Leo mimicked the motion with his. Ugh, you loved a man who was eager to please…

As the feeling left your knees, you decided not to use them. You gripped Leo and lifted your legs, wrapping them around his hips.

Leo graciously obliged by helping to hold you up by the ass which he grasped so hard it hurt. You held Leo in your all encompassing embrace as he walked you over to his bed, still kissing you. He laid you down, gentlemanly.

“Hatchi matchi,” he gushed goofily as your threw and kicked off your clothes in front of him.

“Well? Hatchi my matchi, already,” you demanded with a grin.

Leo gleefully obliged as he lowered his body onto yours and made out with you tenderly. You relished the rough weight of his plastron upon you. But it seemed that missionary sex wouldn’t work. Your bare breasts heaved, unpleasantly, against it. You pulled away from his kisses.

“Uh, Leo?”

“Yea? Are you ok?” Leo asked his big eyes full of concern.

“I’m fine,” you assured him with a gracious smile, “we gotta switch positions…”

Leo gazed down at you confused. “How come?”

You cupped the side of his striped face in your hand. “Your plastron just hurts my boobs.” Hearing yourself say it out loud made you chuckle.

“Aww,” said Leo shifting himself down so his face was above your chest, “I’m sorry, boobies.”

With that Leo began kissing your left nipple, grunting loudly as he did. You were such an odd combination of aroused and weirded out, you just lied there blushing. Leo was gentle, only kissing hard enough to make it dance a bit. As he switched to the right nipple, you were impressed with the control he had over his lips. They curled and puckered lightly over your nipple as it stood. Noticing this, Leo gave it a couple of flicks with his tongue.

You elongated your spine at the sudden spark of pleasure, which went from our nipple all the way down to your sex.

“I should’ve known this would be a ‘funny-bone’,” you sighed.

Leo’s eyes deviously lit up. “The funniest and the boniest,” he boasted.

You lifted your brows questioningly at his statement.

“No, wait…. that.. didn’t come out right,” Leo blushed as he rubbed the back of his head.

You sat up chuckling and got on your hands and knee’s, facing away from Leo.

“Why don’t you show me if a turtle can do doggy-style?” You politely asked him.

The look Leo gave your backside was the same look you’d seen other people give a sunset.

“Oh…” was all he could say as he placed a green hand on it, with reverence. Being Leo, of course, he was only silent for so long.

As he got to his knee’s, he sang; “Who let the turtles out!?” And thrust, briskly, into you with each following ‘who’.

You facepalmed as you inwardly asked why, oh dear God, why did he have to be so irresistibly eccentric?

Leo entered you, his skinny tip gliding past your opening with ease. Biting your lip, each of your stifled grunts came out higher pitched then the last.

The sound signaled your pleasure to Leo. Which sent him into a horny daze as he echoed back with his own grunts. They were deep and a little silly. You cherished every one. A breathy “fuck” escaped his lips as if he was scared you’d hear it. It sounded so sincere; you were flattered. It also sounded right at home in his voice, for some reason.

The pure ecstasy the feel of his shaft making its way into you created was indescribable. You feared you would pass out from joy. He thrust in and out of you at a slow steady pace. You wanted to urge Leo to go a little harder, using a bit of panache.

Every part of your lower body quivered as you scrounged for enough focus to speak.

“Leo,” his name sounded like a desperate plea.

Leo made a grunt that sounded like a question as he looked at you. You held back a laugh before answering.

“You’re the first mutant…” you steadied your rampant want before continuing, “to be ever be inside me.”

Leo gave a pleasurable shudder before absolutely ramming himself into you with all his might. Your spine arched as you silently screamed. Panache; achieved. That’s right, claim me, you thought to yourself as you made sure Leo’s dick got as far into you as it could go. The painful pleasure caused your whole body to heat up.

“That’s one small step for Leo,” he bragged before quirkily adding, “not too small, I hope…”

Your grunts became more intense as Leo attacked you with his natural katana. Your first time with a non-human really showed you just how much more you craved to lay with one, instead of your own species.

You turned your head to peer back at Leo. Giving him steamy look of adoration as you thrust with him.

Leo smiled that ‘Lou Jitsu’ smile and waved.

You turned back and snorted, holding in your laughter, again. He’s going to kill me with his cuteness, you worried. Somehow, Leo was able to switch effortlessly from silly to sensual. From suave to zany. All without feeling like an act. That is just who he is, you discovered. It turned you on, profoundly.

You helped guide Leo to your g-spot. He only prodded it twice before you came. The obscene ache was so luscious, your arms threatened to give out under you, like your legs did before. You clenched the bed sheet so tightly, you partially removed it from the mattress. The elastic of the fabric giving a little snap.

You clenched around Leo’s pulsating length as hard as you did the sheets. Sweat fell off him as he humped, splashing your back. He pulled your waist toward him, slamming into your capacity.

“Hot…” shouted Leo, just before he spurted his coveted load deep in you.

“..soup,” he squeaked.

Weakened by your orgasm, you allowed yourself to finally laugh it all out.

“Whoa! Whoa, whoa-oh-HO!” Leo exclaimed which only made you laugh more.

“You alright, there, LeoHARDo?” You asked through giggles.

Leo gave a laugh of his own before answering.

“Your… canooter is moving…” he shyly informed you.

‘Canooter’ was a new one, for you. The, near Seussian word, sent you into a fresh laughing fit. Sending Leo into a second round of moans. “It contracts when I laugh,” you explained, lovingly. Leo slipped out of you as you returned to a lying position, to rest.

“Wow, wish I’d known that before we started,” Leo bemoaned as he laid on top of you.

“Didn’t have to,” you flirted between panting, “you fuck like a champion.”

Leo’s eyes formed stars at the word. He resumed making out with you with the firey enthusiasm of a gold medal winner. Every fiber of your being screamed to let him back inside. But you didn’t think the others would like that. Right on cue, Leo piped up.

“Can we do it again,” he begged, eyes in full puppy-dog mode, “please?”

Your insides throbbed at the thought, but you didn’t succumb. Despite the fact that you and Leo couldn’t stop kissing each other. His soft lips insistent on staying on yours.

“Mmrh, Leo..” you got out before kissing him twice more, “that wouldn’t be fair.”

Leo looked into your eyes. All at once, you could tell that he wanted you. He didn’t want to simply inseminate you. There was longing in his gaze. He placed his fingers underneath your chin as he kissed you slow and soft.

“Well then,” he smiled sadly, “let me know when you wanna go round two with The Blue.”

You were suddenly overcome with emotion. You skedaddled for the bathroom to wash up for the next lucky turtle. You feared if you didn’t leave now, you’d stay forever.

Leo watched you from the mattress. You felt his eyes on you as you left.

The bachata soundtrack was still playing when you got back. Leo was gone but the musty, sweaty smell of your tryst remained. It filled your nostrils as you walked past the bed. You turned off the music, grabbed your dufflebag and went back into the hallway.

“Yo, ‘Eyebrows’,” you called to Donnie.

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What is taking this boy so long?

You wondered as you rested with your hands behind your head on Donatello’s bed. You’d put on your gift to Donnie, an Ultra Lass cosplay jumpsuit, almost ten minutes ago. (You considered wearing the spiky head piece that came with it, but you deemed it too cumbersome.)

When Donnie finally blundered through the door, his arms were full of tech. Which he began to lie out on a table near the bed. He was so hasty in his organization, he didn’t even glance at you.

“Hi, Don-”

“Alright,” Donnie interrupted, “I’ve tested everything I want to use to make sure nothing malfunctions during play.”

“’VonnRyan’…” You called, lovingly rolling your eyes at your nervous suitor.

“I’ve estimated that I have an at least 40 to 70 percent success rate at pleasing a woman, at this point in my studies of human mating.”

“’Bootyyyshaker9000’…” You called again, sitting up.

“If all else fails,” Donnie’s rant continued, “we’ll just have to resort to artificial insemination.”

“Hey!”

Donnie finally looked over at you in all your cosplay glory. His arms, which had been meticulously futzing with the attachments on his tech bo, lowered it to the ground. In the 5 seconds of silence that passed, his face flushed as you gave him your best bedroom eyes.

“Heh… you..” Donnie stammered with a little smirk, “really didn’t have to do that…”

His mouth said ‘no’ but his hungry gaze washing over your every curve said ‘yes’.

“In that case,” you said, walking over to him and turning to show the zipper on the back of the suit, “I suppose you wouldn’t mind helping me disrobe.”

“No..” came Donnie's voice, “I mean ‘yes’. I mean… right,” he corrected himself breathily, “okay….”

One of his gentle hands held the rim of the collar as the other slowly unzipped. All the way down to your lower back just above your undies. You could feel Donnie’s eyes on your back as it bared.

With a little glance back at him, you pulled the suit down your arms. You bent over to gracefully step out of the legs. You made straight for the bed and sat down facing Donnie, taking a casual reclining pose.

Donnie stood there, awestruck. The rise and fall of his chest giving away his quickening heartbeat.

“What’re you standing there for? C’mere,” you beckoned.

Donnie sat down next to you, his legs over the side of the bed. Chest still heaving. You decided to help calm his nerves by rubbing his shoulders.

He closed his eyes and smiled softly at this. He looked so cute and peaceful, you kissed his cheek. He glanced sideways at you, then slowly turned his face toward yours. He kissed your lips once…twice… Shyly and non-possessively.

You slowly crawled onto Donnie’s warm lap, facing him. You wrapped your legs around his waist. A small moan escaped his throat. You embraced as your kisses deepened. Your tongues brushed each other tantalizingly making your whole body quake.

Suddenly, Donnie pulled away, with his head bowed.

“What’s the matter?” You asked, worried that you did something wrong, already.

A beat passed before Donnie answered, still looking down.

“... I wanted to be chosen first.”

You shut your eyes so Donnie wouldn’t see them roll and smiled tightly to prevent yourself from chuckling.

“You’ll go first tomorrow,” you promised, “alright?”

“And just what did Leo mean ‘see you losers in the delivery waiting room’?” Donnie blurted, mocking his brothers voice. “Scoff!” (Donnie said the word instead of actually scoffing.) “Has he even asked if you’ve considered the cost of prenatal paternity tests?”

“Okay, okay,” you giggled roughly patting Donnie’s cheek, trying to bring him back to the present moment. Which made Donnie’s mouth go squiggly from surprise.

“How about we don’t talk about the others when we’re about to do it?” You suggested, with love. As you began pulling your bra straps over your shoulders, Donnies eyes widened. You knew he was a geek. If he’s a geek, he watches anime. And if he watches anime, he likes titties.  

Once your bra was off and tossed to the floor, all Donnie could do was stare at them. You grabbed both his wrists and placed his left open hand on the outer side of your breast. You did the same with his right hand and your other breast.

“Oh…” Donnie grunted shakily when he realized that you had forced him to cup your breasts together. He smiled dreamily down at them, eyes not straying for a second. You chuckled at his reaction. You leaned your head back with your hands behind it as Donnie played with your breasts.

Donnie wiggled his fingers underneath them, tickling you.

“WoooOoOoOo!!” you squealed as you involuntarily shimmied.

Donnie chuckled and blushed at the resulting movement your breasts made on his palms. He began firmly squeezing them, forking each nipple between his two fingers.

“Ugh…” Donnie moaned as he continued to mash and knead you. You thrust your chest out graciously, enjoying the feeling and the hypnotic effect your body had on him. As you bit your lip smiling down at Donnie, his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. All at once he snapped out of it.  

He held you in his lap as he lay down with open arms. You hadn’t thought about how your breasts would feel on his plastron if you were the one on top. You slowly shifted from straddling Donnie to lying on top of him. Minding your breasts so that they didn’t fall onto Donnie’s hard chest plate. Donnie intently spied their every jiggle as you lifted your chest to allow your nipples to land on his green skin just above the edge of plate.

Greedily, Donnie placed your left nipple in his mouth. You gave a long grunt through your nose as you relished the warmth. Donnie’s tongue flicked slowly and surely. Lightly sucking every time he brought it away from your skin. His rhythm picked up enthusiastically as his eyes locked with yours. You softly closed your eyes to focus on the lightly painful stimulation.

Then Donnie gently held your nipple between his teeth. This felt odd but also kinda nice. His tongue flicked at it again as he exhaled, creating moist heat.

Without warning Donnie sharply inhaled through his teeth. Causing your nipple to suddenly sting with cold air.

“Ah!” You winced at the unexpected icy pleasure, which you could somehow also feel all the way down in your clit. You stared straight ahead, mouth ajar as you involuntarily slammed your pussy thrush against the bottom v shape of Donnie’s plastron. You felt his smile on your breast and looked down to see his smug expression which made you melt.

With a wet little smack, Donnie released your left nipple and wasted no time slurping up the right.

Knowing what was coming didn’t stop the powerful satisfaction. In fact, it was stronger the second time due to Donnie’s new confidence. When he inhaled and your clit screamed with your nipple, you scrunched your eyes shut. When you slammed your sex down, Donnie had let his dick out. So that you collided with it, instead of his plastron. What else could you expect from ‘the smart one?’ You gasped as you mercilessly thrust against it, through your panties, three times in sweet agony.

Donnie released your nipple with a kiss, again. After taking a few breaths he demanded;

“Get up.”

You dismounted him, obediently. Donnie returned to his table of gadgets. You sat on your knees and tenderly clasped your nipples to relieve them of the lingering buzz of pain. After fumbling with his equipment, Donnie turned back to you. When he saw what you were doing, he gave you a look like he could eat you alive.

“Where did you learn to do that?” You inquired, curiously.

“Internet,” Donnie responded plainly.

As Donnie approached you, tech bo in hand, you noticed that he’d fastened a dick ring around himself. One with a nub protruding from the top. You knew what that was for and you were delighted at Donnie’s thoughtfulness.

“That and I… practice on the edge of my blanket sometimes…” Donnie admitted, dorkily.

You smiled and shook your head at him. He reddened and cleared his throat.

“Now, lie down… Please. Arms above your head.”

You did what was asked of you. It was Donnie’s turn to straddle you. He took a few moments to gaze down at you, like a king atop his throne. He leaned down and sensually whispered in your ear.

“The safeword is… ‘etch-a-sketch’.”

You stifled your laughter as he slowly sat back up.

“Sure, Don,” you told him.

Setting down the bo on the mattress, 4 robotic arms emerged from the back of his tech shell. Each grabbed a hold of one arm and one leg till you were completely immobilized, pinned against the bed. A twinge of fearful excitement coursed through you.

Donnie sat back on top of you, eyeing up your crotch. He gave your clit a stiff prod with a downward circular motion of his finger. The other hand holding his chin, thoughtfully. You gave a light grunt.

He tapped his finger on it, twice. After not getting a noticeable reaction, he repeated the gesture but much rougher. You grunted harder this time. Donnie proceeded rubbing your clit at a moderate pace. You started writhing at the molten need building between you. Donnie smiled through the fingers on his lips.

“You know,” he spoke up, “I was going to save this for a following night, but….” With this he pulled your panties down.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t have a little taste to tie me over till then, right?”

“Not at all,” you assured him gratefully anticipating his next move.

Donnie leaned down and licked your clit, modestly using the tip of his tongue. It slowly brushed against your sensitive nub, three times. You gave a little squeak each time as your hips moved along with it. He gave it a soft little kiss before lifting his head back up.

Fully lost the in heat of passion, Donnie lined his dick up with your heavily tempted opening. This is it, you thought as you braced yourself for penetration. Instead you were greeted by a clacking noise. You craned your neck up to see what was going on.

Donatello had raised his tech bo over his head with both arms. At the push of a button, it had extended to the length of the entire room. Fastening itself sturdily to the opposite walls. Donnie grinned maliciously down at you. The muscles of his arms flexing hard in their current position holding the bow. He almost looked like he was about to do pull ups. That’s when you realized that he was. Into you.

Holding onto the staff he pushed in, cleaving you apart slowly. He grunted biting his lip. Your breath hiked. His tip was also skinny. But his dick was fatter at the beginning of the shaft than Leo’s was. Donnie gyrated his hips till he’d worked in the head.

The sound he made was somewhere between and ‘ooooh’ and an ‘aaahhh’, as his eyes widened and his neck weakened to lower his head towered his right shoulder. Gathering himself, he pushed forward. Bringing forth more staccato grunts from you. The grip on his staff really helped him sheath himself against your squishy walls. Once there, he was not shy about plunging himself as deep as he could.

Each inward ram brought forth a string of needy little ahs from you. Donnie answered each with an urgent whisper of “yes”. Getting louder each time he uttered the word.

The nub on his cock ring reached your natural one and massaged away.

This drove you crazy. You pulled against your robotic restraints as you arched your spine. You whimpered, holding back your noises. You really didn’t want to scream, for fear of the others hearing you and getting jealous. But Donnie wasn’t having that. Apparently, he wasn’t kidding when he said he’d been studying ‘human mating’. His sure thrusts kept going till they stabbed your ready spot.

You gave a little scream. Then bit your lips together, desperately.

Donnie smirked devilishly and shook his head. Just like you did to him earlier. His meaning came through loud and clear. He knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. (So much for modesty.)

He unleashed a savage pummeling round of thrusts. You felt silly for thinking he was pushing on the staff as hard as he could before. Donnie threw his whole body into it. His arms shook from the pressure.

Euphoric, torturous ache raising past your limits, you screamed fully this time. You gave Donnie an ashamed look as he peered down at you with the most complacent look you’d ever seen on anyone. Here, you lost yourself. You came several times. Allowing every little sound to fly about the room as if there was no one around for miles.

Donnie lost his ‘big brain’ front as well as he sounded off with his own symphony of pleasure. Seeing you like this caused him much needed gratification. A thread of saliva dripped from his lips down to your upper belly.    

“Fuck me… fuck me,” you begged. Causing Donnie to regard you through dreamily lowered lids.

“Only if you say my name,” Donnie taunted.

You made eye contact as you wet your lips to say, “Donnie… fuck me…”

At your request, he released the bo staff and clutched your outer thighs. He stuffed and pulled out of you with even more speed now, creating such lewd noises you gulped. You also worried that the bed was now damaged based on the increased shakiness and creaking.

“Little slower, little slower,” you croaked through your clenching throat at the new, somewhat unpleasant, pain.

“Sorry,” Donnie whispered, “still learning…” He didn’t look at you. It seemed he was coming close.

“Ah… aaaah…” Donnie sang as his jabs slowed.

At last he came with a comically disarming high pitched scream of his own. He exploded within you. You stopped moving expecting him to do the same. But to your shock Donnie kept cumming. The fourth time you thought for sure he was drained. You lifted your head but he pushed you back down to the bed as he ejaculated three more bursts.

Eyes wide as saucers, you patiently waited for Donnie let you go. He brought the robot arms back into his shell and shortened the staff to put it down. He looked completely winded. As he should be. Donnie pulled out of you. Immediately a stream of semen followed him. Gushing out of you shamelessly, ruining his bed sheets. You were aghast.

“How in the good green Earth did you cum so much?”

Donnie slumped over as he sat on the edge of the bed. “There are ways to do that..” he explained, “diet, exercise… cheating..”

You decided not to ask what he meant by that. Maybe you should’ve let Leo do you twice like he implored you to, earlier. You caught your breath and put back on your undies, band tee and shorts. You marveled at the fact that you didn’t even need to give Donnie his ego stroke. He took it from you. Getting aroused all over again, you calmed yourself before giving Donnie one last kiss on the lips. You figured you could at least give him a little more of what he needed before you left.

“Well, that was…” you thought for a moment and realized just how much you enjoyed yourself, “unforgettable.” You couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across your face.

Donnie blushed at you. His eyes darted around as he appeared to be hastily thinking of a reply.

“Welp, I hope you expected nothing less,” he said, cockily leaning back on his mattress with his hands behind his head. The back of his shell hit the wet spot of his mattress with a squish.

“Dah!” He screamed in surprise as he leapt back up.

You covered your laugh with your hand. “Better be going, now. See you tomorrow, DonTron,” you waved and headed for the door.

As you did, Donnie scooped up the discarded Ultra Lass costume from the ground.

“I’m keepin’ this,” he proclaimed haughtily. Donnie held it to his face as he took a deep sniff of the cheap fabric. “Aaaaaah,” he exhaled, pleased with his new possession.

You closed his door behind you and flattened your back against it. Donnie was so adorkable but he frightened you just a little.

Shaking the thought from your head, you went down the hall toward the bathroom. You washed up, changed clothes and went back down the hall to the living room.

“Oh, Magic Mike,” you summoned.

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You peeked out from the hallway to wave at Mikey as you called him.

“Heh, oh…. okay.” My fidgeted and shook as he walked over. You gave him a few hearty pats on the shell as you turned to leave with him. Over your shoulder, you sneakily glanced at Raph.

Raph was a chill dude most of the time. Now was not one of those times. He glared back at you with tiny pupils and a jealous sneer. Being picked last wasn’t sitting well with him.

You turned your head away, holding in your snickers of glee at Raph’s anger. Oh, how you were dying to get to him, later…

Mikey was the only turtle who you weren’t exactly sure what he needs were. You couldn’t put your finger on why, but you had a hunch about what Michelangelo wanted in bed. Luckily, you were about to find out how accurate your instincts were.

As soon as you got to Mikey’s room you couldn’t help grabbing his sweet mug in your hands. You always loved the shape of his face. It just begged to be smooshed.

“Come here, Mikey”, you purred as his smile spread across to both your hands, showing off the tiny gap in his teeth. You smooched him over and over, which he joyfully obliged. As you kept your hands on his face, Mikey’s arms slowly wrapped around your lower hips, bringing them thrush against him. Despite being the skinniest turtle he had an impressive pair of arms. You remembered how in the wintertime he’d wear that armless vest all up in the snow. You were surprised it didn’t melt down in his wake. That was a sign of stamina, for sure.

A tingle of excitement zapped your senses, at this. You pulled away and smooshed Mikey’s face back and forth in your grasp.

“Look at you. Look at your perfect little facey-wacey!” Mikey chuckled through the additional kisses you gave him, at your comment.

Mikey pulled away this time.

“Uh, Y/n? Can I talk to you about something?” His voice was earnest and polite.

Your ears perked up. “Sure, Mikey,” you said in an encouraging tone. You were a little taken aback but you were ready to listen. You looked around and realized that Mikey’s bed was a hammock.

“Why don’t we sit down?” You said taking Mikey’s hand and having a seat on the rug.

You and Mikey sat crossed legged, facing each other. You kept Mikey’s hand in yours as you idly played with it. Ninja turtle hands were so interesting, you thought. You lightly tossed his hand between the two of yours. You pressed at his thumb, so that it gently bent and un-bent. You gingerly squeezed his fingers. One, then the other. Mikey didn’t seem to mind. As a matter of fact, he seemed amused at your curiosity.

“So…” Mikey began, his smile at your interest in his body fading. He glanced back up at you, uncertainly.

You gave him a warm smile which he returned.

“I’m… not sure if I wanna do this,” Mikey confessed, a bead of sweat running down his cheek.

“Really?” You asked, genuinely stunned. “Why not?”

“Well… see… it’s just…” Mikey stammered.

You stopped playing with his hand to hold onto it the same way you hung onto his every word.

“I’ve… I’ve never… done this. With anyone before…”

Oooooh, you exclaimed in your mind, Mikey’s a virgin. You supposed you weren’t that surprised. But you were very happy he was comfortable enough to tell you. You wondered if the others knew…

“And,” the youngest turtle continued, “I’ve always wanted to do it with someone I have feelings for…”

You nodded, completely understanding the sentiment.

“And I have feelings for you, don’t get me wrong,” Mikey clarified, looking you in the eye.

You didn’t expect that part. You shot Mikey a look of great affection which he blushed like mad at.

“See, I used to have this persona called ‘Dr. Delicate Touch’,” he spewed. You were intrigued at where this conversation was suddenly going.

“Everything was fine as him for a while. But then one day… I realized that ‘Dr. Delicate Touch’ wanted exactly what the name implies. He wanted to touch.”

You were very invested in his story by this point.

“He wanted to touch girls and… himself…”

You were utterly unfazed by this ‘Doctor’s’ completely natural skin hunger. You guessed that no one ever told Mikey that his needs were normal. You felt sorry for him.

“Were you afraid he would touch too much?” You asked even though you didn’t really have to but you couldn’t resist.

Mikey gave two tiny little embarrassed nods in response.

“So, I retired the persona and replaced him with ‘Dr. Feelings’. I buried ‘Dr. Delicate Touch’ deep down where I hoped I’d never find him again.”

That probably didn’t work out very well, you inwardly bet.

“But now I’m stuck in.. this whole situation and all the pressure and… trying to get you to… have a baby…”

You got it. The little guy just wasn’t ready. You were disappointed but you dared not let it show, for fear of hurting Mikey’s feelings or making him feel ashamed.

“I understand what you’re trying to say, Mikey,” you told him. He looked down at his hand in yours as you spoke.

“I hope you’re not mad,” Mikey whispered, optimistically.

You may not be able to fuck him, you thought. But you decided that you could still fuck with him. You made a very unamused face at Mikey till he looked up to see it. His eyes widened and he gulped.

You bowed and shook your head as you gave a dry chuckle.

“Oh-ho-ho, my darling, Michelangelo,” you started in a foreboding tone, “I fear that you’ve went and offended me….”

“Eeep.” The sound was so soft you wondered if you’d imagined it at first. But looking up at Mikey, you knew it couldn’t have come from anywhere else based solely on the panic on his face.

“And when a suitor offends me…” you lied in a low and even voice. You slipped your index finger between Mikey’s chest and the edge of his plastron and pulled his face close to yours.

“There’s only one way to settle it,” you mean mugged him, intensely. Good thing you were almost done with the act. You were afraid Mikey would piss his shell, he was so scared.

“How?” Mikey choked.

“Tickle fight! Tickle fight!” You unleashed a merciless tickle attack upon poor unsuspecting Mikey. You went for his exposed areas, armpits and neck.

Mikey fell over, hunched and clutching himself for protection. His laugh came out as a scream first but softened to guffaws of delight.

“No, no! Stop! STAHP!!” He shrieked as tears squeezed from his eyes. He rolled upon the floor and kicked to feebly escape the onslaught. He held his gut as it pained from deep laughter. The sight was so cute, you could barely stand it.

“You must be punished!” You insisted, right before Mikey tickled you back. You found yourselves

wrestling each other in an all out tickle war.

You only came to a truce when both of you were completely tickled out. You lied together in a messy

tangle on the rug. Still laughing while catching your breath. Mikey’s relief was palpable.  

“I think it’s a tie,” you wheezed.

“Me too,” Mikey agreed. He was lying so that you couldn’t see his face but he heard his smile.

“Hey Mikey,” you piped up after a thought started forming in your head.

“Yea,” Mikey asked, sitting up.

“About ‘Dr. Delicate Touch’…”

His face fell flat, immediately.

“Do you really think he was so bad?” You asked in a incredulous manner.

Mikey pondered this for a moment before answering. “Touching isn’t who I am, Y/n. I can’t let myself

get lost in that. I’m ‘the emotions guy.’”

You sat up, too. “That is true. You are ‘the emotions guy’,” you concurred. “But have you ever

considered that maybe ‘Dr. Delicate Touch’ and ‘Dr. Feelings’ are both you? But just two different

sides of you?”

Mikey furrowed his brow at this notion. It slowly relaxed the more he thought about it.

“Here,” you said taking his hand, again. “When I was doing this, I was touching you…” You caressed,

squeezed and folded his hand, tenderly.

“But I was also feeling you, wasn’t I?”

Mikey glanced off to the side, pensively.

“And I’m sure you were doing both as well,” you expounded as you lifted Mikey’s hand up to your

face and left a small kiss on his palm.

He brought his hand to his eyes and stared where you lips had touched, lingering on the idea you’d

tossed his way. He was co cute, you couldn’t help but beam at him.

“Hey, you think it over, ok?” You encouraged him. “Meanwhile, I don’t mind you backing out of the challenge.”

“You sure?” Mikey asked. “What about the others?”

“We don’t have to tell them anything,” you assured Mikey. “We’ll just spend time together during your turn and pretend like we did it.”

Mikey laughed at sneakiness of the new plan. “Hey, works for me,” he shrugged, “so… what do we do

now?”

You looked around and noticed Mikey had a TV and a gaming console.

“Why don’t you go get us some snacks and we’ll play some games?”

Mikey’s eyes lit up when you asked. “Okay!” He obeyed happily.

As he got up to go to the kitchen, you made a note of Mikey’s eager reaction to being asked to do

something for you. Your suspicion about what kind of sex Mikey liked was starting to look like it might

be correct.

You two spent the next 45 minutes playing various video games, chomping down cookies, chips and

candy. Mikey even left a second time to bring you some popsicles. You popped one into your mouth,

while you had both hands on the controller. To your luck, your character clobbered Mikey’s. It was

your first victory in that particular game.

You removed the popsicle from your mouth to cheer “Haha! Take that, Mikester!”

All the sudden Mikey was staring at you. Without thinking too much of it, you popped the popsicle

back into your mouth and started a new round of the game. Your fighter proceeded to beat up

Mikey’s while his fighter stood there doing nothing. You paused the game.

“Is there a glitch or something?” You asked Mikey. When he didn’t respond you looked over at him,

popsicle still in your mouth. Mikey hadn’t budged an inch since he’d started staring at you.

“What?” You asked before slurping up the melting streams dripping down the length of your ice

cream. Pulling it out from between your puckered lips with a ‘pop’.

Mikey’s eyes were full on ‘deer in the headlights’ mode straight at the frozen confection. You looked

at it, yourself. Realizing that, as chance would have it, it was green.

You chuckled lowly through your nose, as what was happening dawned on you. You took another lick

of the pop, before casually offering to take matters into your own hands, so to speak.

“Would you like a blow-job, Mikey?”

Mikey’s jaw hit the floor. You licked your lips as you waited for his yay or nay.

Gradually his head formed the movements of a nod before he murmured, “Uh huh…”

You got up and walked over to the wall behind you. You beckoned Mikey with your index finger as he

watched from his spot on the rug. He heeded your gesture, bashfully but compliant. Gently you

pushed on his plastron till his shell hit the wall. Mikey allowed his dick to come out, shyly. It was only

partway exposed. But it wasn’t something you couldn’t work with.

Keeping eye contact with Mikey, who was already hyperventilating, you knelt down to your knees.

You hastily finished your popsicle. “Don’t wanna waste it,” you explained to him.

While your mouth was still cold, you ever so lightly circled the edge of his glans with your tongue.

Mikey exhaled in huffs. The noise he made sounded like you were hurting him. But since he said

Nothing, you assumed it was the good kind of hurt. Grunts were rising up along with each breath.

Desperate, needy ones.

You placed the whole head in your mouth and covered your teeth with your lips as you clamped

down around the glans edge. You brushed your tongue against the soft head before pulling back and

popping the tip back out of you.

“AaaaAAAH,” Mikey sang as the rest of his member promptly showed itself to you in all it’s glory. It

was smaller than Leo and Donnies. But not small in general. You went ahead and gave the entire

length a few more brisk sucks from base to tip. Smacking your lips against the glans before allowing it

to exit your mouth. A little pre-cum squirted into it but that was ok with you.

You knelt drinking the sight in. Mikey looked down at you admiring it.

“Can I play with you?” You looked up at him and asked.

Mikey was clasping the wall behind him for balance. But he nodded, regardless. To help him out, you

sat him down on the floor with you. His penis danced, stiff as a board, as he did. You held the shaft in

your left hand as you brushed your right index finger non-possessively over his frenulum and around

the edge of the head.

Mikey inhaled, hissing through his teeth. Clearly receiving a voluptuous pleasure as you familiarized

yourself unabashedly with all his little nooks and crannies. Your face inches away from his. You kept

eye contact. Smiling softly…

“Stop, stop!”

You put your hands up in the air in front of you, at once. You watched Mikey panting rapidly, through

wide eyes and raised eyebrows. The look in his eyes was so entreating as he caught his breath enough

to speak.

“Do it…” was all he could muster, “do it, please…”

“Are you sure?” You questioned firmly.

Mikey nodded, still panting.

“I’m ready…” he gave his full permission.

It wasn’t until he gave you an enticingly sinful little smile that you were sure he was indeed ready.

“Ok, then,” you smiled right back. You found yourself feeling rather proud and excited at the fact that

you were about to usher sweet little Michelangelo into manhood. Trying not to let it go to your head, you went back to your duffle back to retrieve what you’d brought for Mikey.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d like these,” you casually mentioned as you pulled out a pair of hand cuffs. “But would you mind if I used them on you?”

“No,” Mikey said, going ‘deer-in-the-headlights, again. But also with a hint of arousal. Somehow, you

knew he’d enjoy being tied up.

You turned him around and cuffed his wrists together behind his back. The sight of his sinewy arms in

shackles readying your sex with wetness. You turned him back to facing you and removed all of your

clothes. Mikey gaped at the sight of your naked body. You fretted his eyes would pop from his skull.

Since he liked looking so much, you decided it was only fair to make sure he saw everything.

You mounted his lap, lined up Mikey’s tip with yourself, then flattened both your hands on either side

of him on the wall. He glided in with the ease of a hot knife slicing into softened butter. Mikey

whimpered, biting his lips.

“Are you ok?” You whispered.

Mikey nodded. His eyes were scrunched and teary, just like before during the tickle fight. He must’ve been tearing up at feeling such extreme pleasure for the first time.

“Hmm…” you said, coyly, as you pushed yourself up then back down onto Mikey’s dick, “I believe the Doctor is IN?”

“Ooof!” Mikey puffed as you slipped effortlessly over him. He nodded again.

“Yes he is,” you chuckled satisfyingly.

You continued to bob up and down in his lap, gently riding him. Mikey watched your breasts wobble

with you. He saw himself re-appearing and disappearing within you, repeatedly. With each downward

jam, Mikey’s spine lengthened. It only took 6 humps to make him cum. You felt him soil your insides,

triumphantly. Mikey was officially in the game. You were grateful that it didn’t take as long as you

thought it would.

You sighed, victoriously as you lifted yourself off of his penis and dismounted him. “Wow, Mikey, that

was great! You sure know how to-”

You stopped mid sentence when you realized that Mikey was frozen stiff in the pose he came in. His

eyes bulged and his mouth was ajar. This was unsettling enough but you could also detect a faint

‘haaaaaah’ noise.

“M-Mikey?” You stuttered apprehensively. You got a closer look at him and found that the soundless

whistling noise was coming from his open mouth. You started to worry. Had you broken him? What were you going to tell his older brothers?

“Mikey? Talk to me, buddy…” You waved in front of his face.

The noise didn’t cease. Mikey’s eyes darted around. He seemed just as confused about his current state, if not more so, than you. He turned red from lack of oxygen.

At the Battle Nexus Hotel, Gus stood straight up from intimidating one of Big Mama’s prisoners to give a loud howl at a sound only he seemed able to hear.

All the way out in the woods at Todd’s RV, all of his little puppies did the same. Their collective howl was deafening. Todd stuck his fingers in his ears as he giggled the strange phenomenon away.

“Now, settle down, pumpkins,” he attempted to calm them, cheerily.

Finally running out of air, Mikey gasped deeply to refill his lungs. He collapsed over on his side on the floor.

“Holy MOLY! Are. You. Ok. Michelangelo???”

“Yeah,” Mikey breathed, “yeah, I think I’m ok.”

“Phew! Don’t you scare me like that! What was that anyway?”

“I… dunno, I..” Mikey sat back up trembling. “I think I just… came a little too hard.”

You couldn’t help collapsing on the floor, yourself, from relieved laughter. “Oh, thank goodness! I thought you might need hospitalization!”

“No, no, Y/n. It’s ok. I’m ok. You’re ok. We’re ALL ok!”

He was clearly drunk with his newfound biblical knowledge of a woman. He lied back down on the floor with dreamy eyes. You placed his head in your lap.

“So? Anything to say now that you’re an official non-virgin?” You wondered.

“Touching gooooooood,” Mikey gushed fondly.

You laughed loudly again. “I’m glad you think so, Mikey.” You placed one last kiss on his lips. “And don’t you ever forget what Mama taught you, alright?”

He smiled and nodded with his eyes closed.

“Mmm, hmm.”

You said your ‘goodnights’ as you got dressed and headed back to the bathroom for your last shower of the night.

Today you’d done something very little people now and even in the future can say they did. You took the v-card of a mutant turtle. You weren’t sure why you were so honored. But you were. Mikey hadn’t made you come but you knew he’d get there. A good listener like him had to.

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As the warm water gently rinsed the foamy suds off your body, you fantasized about what p in v with Raphael would be like. You weren’t lying to Leo when you told him he was the first mutant to be inside you. However….

You remembered a few weeks ago, you received a frantic emergency call from Raph. You got to The Lair as soon as you could. He was beside himself with anguish when you showed up.

“Be careful,” he beseeched you tearily.

“Hold yourself together, Big Guy,” you consoled through your surgical mask, “I’ve done this procedure plenty of times.”

The poor sweetheart stuffed his knuckles in his mouth to help keep quiet as he watched your hand. You placed the needle into the skin with laser point precision. Then you used your other gloved hand to hold the stitch in place as you tightened the thread. Quickly, you tied a knot to seal the wound shut.

“And we.. are… finished!” You announced with a flourish. You used a tiny scissors to cut the thread short.

“Captain Scruffy,” Raph gasped as he admired the perfect sewing work on his first ever teddy bear, “you’re all better now!” It was no wonder the thing had ripped. It looked very old but very well loved.

You watched as the giant mutant snapping turtle embraced the tiny plush animal. Somehow, it didn’t look as silly as it should’ve. Raph’s love for that bear shined through.

“I’m glad I could help,” you said, discarding your mask. “Are you sure you couldn’t ask one of your brothers for help?”

“They don’t know how to sew!” Raph declared fervently.

“Okay,” you said chuckling. You still weren’t sure if he was telling the truth or if he was just too shy tell his bros about Captain Scruffy. But you knew Raph wasn’t shy about his ‘cutesy’ side. You liked that he was comfortable with it.

“Thank you, Dr. L/n,” Raph said placing the bear down and turning to you. “Can I have a hug?” He opened his big arms wide for you. What kind of imbecile would say no to those?

You stood on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around Raph’s neck. Raph’s hands held your mid-section. You inwardly savored the fact that you were currently wrapped in Raphael’s extra beefy arms. Ever since you first saw him you wanted his body. But you weren’t sure how he felt about yours. That is until his fingers horizontally brushed your lower back with a slow certainty that made heat rise up between you. Involuntarily, you arched your spine and exhaled like you were blowing out candle. Raph took this as the go ahead to ask.

“Can I thank you, again? My way?”

Looking up at him with your chin on his plastron, you nodded.

Raph bent down to pick you up off your feet, so your face was level with his. His lips felt right at home on yours. You kissed, slowly. Coming together, then easing apart. The rhythm was perfect and you both kept it, effortlessly. You kept your arms around his neck, even though you didn’t need to. Raph was clutching you against his plastron. The longer you kissed, the tighter his grip got. As the kiss deepened, Raph pushed his face into yours which made you lean back. Your hands moved to his shoulders as your hips stayed plastered to his upper chest plate. You were convinced nothing could separate you.

“Ooof!” You suddenly felt your back collide with Raphs bed. He’d pushed you onto it. Your dizziness dispersed and you laughed when you’d realized what had happened. Raph stood before you grinning readily. He emanated so much pent-up sexual energy just standing there looking at you. Muscles tensing as he steadied his thoughts enough to decide his next move. Your primal side wanted Raph to do whatever the fuck he wanted to you. Your rational side feared that Raph would injure or crush you if he did. As long as you lived you’d never forget this sight. A sweaty, panting wall of muscle, deciding what to do with you.

Collecting every ounce of willpower he possessed, Raphael did not sexually attack you. Instead he calmly leaned down. He rubbed his thumb up and down on your clit under your skirt. He bit hard upon his lower lip, eagerly awaiting some kind of feedback from you. Your whole body relaxed at the firm little strokes to your nub. You were too flustered at the sudden, yet welcome, invasion to speak.

“I’m glad you like this,” Raph purred, seductively. He started movingly his thumb in tantalizing little circles. Causing your hips to squirm slightly at the new sensations. “I was hopin’ I could also show you how my face takes damage like a boss.”

You moaned at his words and lost yourself in his unrelenting grasp. “You’ve done this before,” you gushed, a hapless victim of Raphael’s need. He thumbed and strummed you to bliss. Then he ate you out. The tender, sincere movements of his lips and tongue over the valleys of your sex sent you into a white hot climax.

When Leo made that fateful phone call that led to tonight, you weren’t kidding when you agreed with him that Raph would win an ‘eating contest’. You weren’t talking about barbecue on the 4^th of July.

You stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel. You left the bathroom and almost fell the fuck over when you saw him. There was Raphael. Sitting, ever so casually on his bed, facing you. You supposed you weren’t that surprised to see him but the look he gave you was unlike any you’d seen from him. His eyes dead-set on you like a hawk on a vole.

“Hey, Y/n” he said in a pleasant tone that contrasted with his face and body language. “Are you all nice and squeaky clean?”

“Y-yea…” you said the heat on your face spreading to the rest of your body.

“Not for long,” Raph warned. “So, you chose me last because you thought it would make me mad, right?”

You stood there silent, not daring to open your mouth and say something dumb.

“Well, guess what, ‘Doc McStuffins’; I’m not.”

You shoulders dropped at this. “R-really?” You stuttered.

“Oh, I was a little at first,” Raph admitted as he stood up, “but then I realized what’s goin’ on here.” Raph began walking toward you. You stepped back. He kept nearing you and you kept moving away till he backed you into the wall.

“So, even though I’m not mad,” he explained as he trapped you between both his jacked arms.

“... Now, I gotta make you hurt.”

Raph snatched the towel right off you with one hand. Baring your entire body to him all at once. You were so aroused so suddenly your head swam.

“Since, clearly, that’s what you want.”

Raphael picked you up off your feet and slammed you against the wall. Holding your arms in place, he helped himself to the prize he’d already claimed. You wished that he’d attacked you that night after fixing his bear. Dreams do come true, it seemed. Because what Raph was doing to you with his tongue was nothing short of a ravenous barrage.

The speed at which it was moving was incredible. Even his mouth muscles were strong! You shook your hips around getting used to that alone. It curved and swooped and whipped around so eloquently. You questioned whether or not he lied about being mad. In the back of your mind, you also wondered if Raph was spelling something. He jabbed his tongue so hard on your clit. It slid between your inner labia with slippery ease. You made undignified noises. You attempted to inch upward and away from Raph’s mouth to allow your pussy some time to breath. But he only pulled you right back down onto his tongue. Like a shelf that your clit kept almost falling off of.

“Get back down on my tongue like a good girl,” he scolded. Raph refused to put you down, until he felt you come for the third time.

You felt the familiar sensation of landing your back on his bed. You lay there, head back, legs sprawled open, world spinning. You hadn’t even noticed that Raphael had gone into your duffle bag. In one hand he had the lube you packed, exclusively for him. (It pleased you that he either instinctively knew you’d brought it, or he saw it and thought it was a good idea.) In the other was one of the bras you’d packed.

Raph tossed it at you. “Put ya bra back on,” he instructed.

You shifted from over stimulated to slightly confused. “Uh… why?”

“Just do it,” Raph insisted. He’d begun lubing himself up. He gripped himself firmly as he shot you his lethal bedroom eyes. The pace of his lube application quickened as your eyes met his. Raph was jerking himself to you, at the same time.

You shrugged and did as he said. You ogled his dick as he made his way over to you. Just as you’d always suspected, it was the biggest out of all the boys. No contest. It even looked muscular. The center of the shaft stuck out a little in a way that reminded you of abs.

Raph picked you back up and brought you in for a bear hug. You braced yourself for the painful feeling of his chest plate against your nipples. But it didn’t happen. As Raph’s constricting embrace squeezed your breasts pliantly against his chest plate, the bra protected your nipples. You were impressed with Raph’s reasoning and couldn’t help feeling cared for. You also felt kind of silly for not having this idea first. You melted at the feel of Raph’s hard arm muscles holding you prisoner. His kisses were welcome.

The tenderness didn’t last. Without warning, Raphael sank his teeth into the nape of your neck. Not minding his snaggle tooth, at all. You cried out in delicious, stinging joy. Raph faintly growled, causing your flesh to rumble. You quivered against the confines of his body. Which only made him tighten his grip. He squeezed you so hard, the exposed parts of your body felt inflated.

Raph unclenched his jaw and bit you again, in a slightly different spot. He was, no doubt, leaving his irregular bite marks on your sensitive skin. You’d always thought his fucked up teeth were irresistibly cute and craved to bare their mark. But since you had to reach coitus with all 4 brothers nightly, you realized that this might cause a jealousy problem. You figured you could just cover them up with make-up. As long as Raph didn’t leave too many.

Just as you came to this conclusion Raph shifted once again and bit you a third time.

“Hey! Watch it, Big Guy,” You piped up. “three is too many!”

Raph ignored you and he continued to chew you up. Growling a little louder with each. You got a little peeved. You brainstormed for a way to get him to stop or at least distract him. Then, while admiring the crease between his bicep and tricep, you had an idea. Luckily, it was right there in front of your face and you’d secretly always wanted to do it. You chomped down moderately on Raph’s beefy upper arm. Savoring the feel of his tendons shifting under your teeth and his green skin.

“Ooooh!” Raph screamed. It was the little high pitched one he had a habit of doing. You couldn’t help releasing Raph’s upperarm to laugh. You did every time he said that. It was one of your personal weaknesses.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, huh?” Raph said with mock offense as you kept giggling in his arms.

“Would you prefer my Barry White voice… babeh?” Raph asked in his Barry White voice. Alas, another one of your personal weaknesses. You felt his voice reverberating inside him and against you as he spoke. This softened you back up, shamelessly quick. You closed your eyes, seeing his voice with your body.

“Ooooh, I think that’s a ‘yes’,” Raph confirmed still doing the voice as he laid you back down.

He stood at the edge of the bed as he positioned you in front of him. He grabbed both your legs on either side of him and pulled you toward him. The head slid in. Raph pulled harder on your legs to work himself into you. Despite his size it didn’t take much effort for him to enter. The feel of it widening your walls caused your jaw to drop from vulgar, yet greatly appreciated, strain. As your insides stretched, you engaged in conversation to distract yourself from coming too early.

“You don’t have to keep doing that voice,” you whimpered.

“What if I want to, babeh?” Raph asked looking down at you slyly.

So much for holding back. The sound of his voice caused you to tighten around Raphs length.

Raph gave a moan that started as Barry’s and ended as his own. You did your damndest not to laugh too hard for fear of pushing him back out. You needed him to get as deep as he could and not just for reproductive purposes.

“You’re so tight,” Raph whispered. You decided to return the compliment.

“Well, your size helps,” you praised as you wrapped your legs around his waist, helping him skewer you.

Raph exhaled shakily as he took hold of your hips. He looked you in the eye as he bit his lower lip again. Eyes turning feral.

Raph proceeded to thrust, using his hold on your hips to guide the tempo. Which sped up to a remarkable pace as you threw your head back. You squeaked with each thrust. Raph must’ve been getting an eyeful. Your breasts shook, falling out of your bra. Raph kept up the pace for a decent amount of time. You came so close. But as you clenched up around him, Raph slowed.

“You wanna know what I spelled on you, on the wall?”

You knew he was using the alphabet, earlier. You inwardly commended yourself for that. “What?” You bleated pitifully.

“’The kid is mine.’”

You gasped as your eyes widened giving you a view of the wall where it happened. You craned your neck to look back up at Raphael.

“You didn’t just chose me last to make me mad,” Raph elucidated, “you did it to even things out by giving them a head start.” With these words Raph predatorily climbed on top of you.

“Not that it’ll do them much good,” Raph continued staring directly down at you. He pulled the cups of your bra back in place by the straps and allowed some, but not all, of his weight fall on you.

“Because you know that baby will be mine,” he said holding your chin in his fingers, lips barely grazing yours. His warm breath engulfing your senses.

It was Raph’s turn to claw the bed sheets. In a position of full control, he gave his final round of thrusts. Starting slow and moving back into rapid. He poked at your g spot, fully and steadily. Not only hitting your capacity but maxing out all of the room you had inside. He lived up to his warning of making you hurt. The pleasure nearing its peak caused you to grip the sheets too. Raph was careful not to squash you but he still came down upon you pretty hard. The heat, the pressure, the friction. Raph’s blazing determination to conquer the challenge. It was too much as your mind went fuzzy. You released the sheets and placed your hands, palm up, between your open lower thighs and the bed. Holding yourself down.

Raph’s eyes lost their focus as he kept his face near yours. Your tongues collided. Feeling him insert you in two places once pushed you close to edge.

“... And eventually..” Raph said through clenched teeth, lifting his head as he neared his own climax. The beginning tremors of yours already coaxing him into it.

“You will be mine.”

“Ah.. Raph ..”

Raphael made his vow as he came. You felt him pulsate, then burst. Jerking, irregularly, into your sweet spot. Your screams (just like Mikey’s earlier) came out too high pitched to be heard. The only thing you heard was the rrrrrrrriiiip of the sheets tearing apart at Raph’s fingers. The ambrosial, life giving ache he caused inside you spread through out your body. Even though you’d done it 3 times already that night (not even counting when you came on the wall) Raph was somehow able to completely destroy you. To send you into a state of utter willing surrender. Your soul reeled at the revelation that was Raphael’s sex. You hyperventilated noisily as Raph gave a few manly ‘ahs’ timed with his last thrusts.

The two of you remained still and silent. Heavily breathing into each other, causing his plastron to knead your body. You didn’t even have to leave and come back to know the air was thick with the scent of your passion.

“So,” Raph broke the silence as he pulled out of you. You grunted as he did. Even that was still a little painful but you adored it.

“You’re probably tired, now.”

That was an understatement. You were physically and emotionally drained. You just lied there, limply. Hands still under your thighs as Raph spoke.

“Good thing a perk of goin’ last,” he said as he pulled you up the mattress to the pillows, by your wrist, “is I get to cuddle with you while we sleep.”

You were touched that he was happy to be the one to go to sleep with you. But still too tired and worn out to speak. You slipped your bra off and lied down on your side. Raph big spooned you and wrapped his arm around your mid-section. Then he pulled the blanket over both of you with his free arm. He was such a touchy-feely, grabby guy. His words about making you his echoed in your mind. You had no idea his feelings for you ran that deep. You weren’t sure how to feel about this. As the minutes awake ticked on, you realized how you felt; unquestionably elated. Like heaven had opened up and started pouring itself down on you. But a few thoughts still fell through the golden light like raindrops.

Spending time with every turtle that night had unearthed some pretty raw emotions on all sides. You even dared to believe that they all had feelings for you. (‘Cept maybe Donnie. You wouldn’t sure what was going on in his head or his heart.) This could potentially cause the road ahead to get rocky. Even so, you weren’t about to back out of the challenge. Especially if they were all still up for it. You just made a mental note to tread carefully. These boys were your beloved friends and you had every intention to treat them as such.

You turned around to give Raph a quick kiss on the lips goodnight. Just before you turned away Raph kissed you back. You both opened your eyes at the same time. You were exhausted. But somehow you wound up kissing Raph endlessly. Into the night the smooch-fest lasted as Raph refused to let you go.

“Sorry about your sheets,” was the last thing you said before sleep came.

Chapter Text

“So, you see, that’s what happened between me and Big Mama.”

You swallowed a mouthful of pizza with your favorite toppings as you listened to Splinter finish his story.

“No way,” you answered, “that’s kind of awful…”

“What is?” Splinter asked as finished the last of his sashimi.

“That she enslaved you after you asked her to marry you,” you explained, feeling like you didn’t have to.

Splinter appeared to be caught off guard by the sentiment. “Well,” he continued, “it wasn’t all bad.”

“What do you mean?” You questioned, curiously.

Splinter immediately shot you a lecherous glance before choosing the best way to elaborate.

“Being taken prisoner by Big Mama changed the power dynamics in our relationship…”

“I bet it did,” you agreed. You had a feeling about where the conversation was headed but you were too intrigued to end it.

“She didn’t only force me to fight in the Battle Nexus,” Splinter confessed, “she forced me to do many things.”

“Really?” Was the only thing you allowed yourself to say, trying not to offend the future grandfather to your child. You hoped he didn’t notice the sweat falling down the side of your face.

“Oh yes,” Splinter confirmed, “it was the most erotic period of my life.”

You knew that meant something, since Splinter was an action hero in the 70’s and likely fucked whenever and whoever he pleased. You guessed Big Mama learned what made him tick by then and she used it to maintain her control over him.  Trying to put that thought from your mind, you decided to play the ‘flattery’ card.

“Well.. can’t say I blame her for that,” you shrugged, hoping the blush on your face would cool down faster. “You were pretty hot.”

Splinter couldn’t have looked more ‘buttered up’ even if he’d dove into the popcorn machine at the nearest movie theatre. (Which he’d probably done at some point.)

“Well, uh… thanks” Splinter gushed, turning his own shade of crimson.

You smiled at him warmly as he noticed your hand, sitting palm down on the table. He playfully scratched it with his long index claw.

“Buuuut, you really meant that in the present tense. Right?”

Whoa, Splinter’s putting dem moves on me, you thought, holding in your laughter at the absurdity of the situation.

“Course I did, Splints,” you assured him with a little laugh as he gave you a wink.

You politely excused yourself to use the bathroom. Splinter eyed you deviously as you left. Splinter was no idiot. He knew something was going on with you and his sons. You were here every night. Spending time alone with each of them in their rooms…

Of course, Splinter didn’t judge them. Nor did he feel like he had the right to. He knew good and well he’d done way worse at the height of his stardom with his endless stream of starlet girlfriends. Oh, how Splinter yearned for those days back. Whatever was going on with his sons, Splinter had a hunch his family was about have a new member.

As he got up from the table, Splinter retrieved his phone and called someone he’d been meaning to for a while but hadn’t felt motivated to until now.

As he rounded the corner to his own bedroom, she picked up.

“Yo, Mama,” Splinter greeted Big Mama, “you feelin’ nostalgic…?”

Donatello, who had been grabbing himself a drink from the fridge during the end of your conversation with Splinter, silently gagged at his fathers flirtatious gesture. He immediately rushed to find one of his brothers. Raph was the first he ran into going down the hall to add more grub to his secret stash.

“Raph! We’ve GOT to start finding other places to do the challenge! Dad is onto us!”

“Whaddaya mean?”

“Look, don’t make me verbalize what I just saw? OK? Just trust me on this one.”

“What?” Raph’s eyes went wide with genuine concern. “What did Dad do? Is Y/ n ok?”

“Y/n is fine,” Donnie assured him, “Dad was just getting all… charm mode with her.” Donnie accented the end of his explanation with a sound of abject disgust as he turned even greener than his natural shade of olive.

“Say no more,” Raph said, taking Donnie’s word for it. “We’ll… talk with

Y/n.”

When the boys came to you later to propose changing up locations to do the challenge, you welcomed the idea. Together, you decided that only one lucky turtle should get your bedroom back at your apartment. You chose Mikey to be that turtle since he didn’t have a real bed of his own.

As for the rest, it didn’t take long for sex outside the lair to become the new norm.

“I’m telling you, Big Guy, it’s gonna rain.”

It was a balmy NYC night. The city right before a Summer rainfall had the intoxicating smell of damp air and warm asphalt. But it spelled trouble, because you and Raph were having a lovely rooftop picnic dinner date. OK, so it wasn’t a five-star balcony restaurant. Just the roof of some random building. Yet,  you had to admit, gazing out over the lights, the bustling traffic and the nighttime strollers… There was something calm and serene about it.

“Don’t worry about it,” Raph consoled you, popping his last mozzarella stick into his mouth, “I came prepared.”

You forked up the remaining bits of your salad, glancing around and listening for raindrops.

“What? You don’t believe me?” Raph asked flirtily. He waited for you to finish your meal before asking you to come with him.

You followed Raph behind a roof fixture and stopped in your tracks when you saw it. An a-frame tent. Perfectly set and already lit on the inside. Luckily, it was big enough to hold Raph who was already halfway through the entrance.

“Well, you comin’ or not?” Raph teased with a sensual gaze.

“Seriously? We’re gonna fuck in a tent? On a rooftop?” You weren’t sure if this was the best idea or the worst one.

Raph wiped his hand over his beefy shoulder and looked at it. Just as you realized what he was reacting to, a raindrop plopped squarely on your head.

“You got a better idea right now, shawty?” Raph spoke in a louder volume as the rain came down harder.

“I’ll get the blanket!” You called back before retrieving the discarded picnic.

You hastily rushed into the tent. After placing the food containers in the corner with the folded blanket over them, you realized that it was roomy enough. Raph had placed an jumbo floor pillow inside. You gently felt its soft beige fabric. There were battery operated candles in each corner. You accidentally ‘snuffing’ one out with the picnic junk created slightly more romantic lighting. There were little windows on each longer corner of the tent. Raindrops speckled them catching the dreamy light.

Raph tried not to look too smug at you admiring his creation as he lay on his side, fist propping his head up.

“Huh…” you said with a little smile, relief washing over you, “this is.. nicer than I thought.”

You joined Raph on your side, in front of him as you watched TV shows on his iPad. You leaned on the small pillow’s Raph brought from the lair. His arm coiled tightly around you. The cuddling, combined with the sound of rain on the tent almost lulled you to sleep. You couldn’t recall the last time you felt so peaceful and protected.

Just as your eyes drooped closed, Raph began leaving little kisses on your shoulder. His arm unwrapped you to slowly clench and un-clench your breast. He kissed his way to the nape of your neck as his hand snuck its way between your thighs. Keeping your eyes closed the whole time helped you focus more on Raph’s touch. He suckled and bit at your neck as he rubbed at your clit. You tried to shift to lying on your back but Raph held you firmly in place. You grunted lightly at the strain. He held your backside thrush against his growing erection.

As Raph’s pace quickened, you inwardly cursed the fact that he’d learned to do this so well. Your grunts mimicked his jabs as your legs involuntarily spread.

“Mmmh…” Raph breathed cockily.

Pleasure reaching its peak, you thrust your pelvis away from Raph, who seemed to cool with it, as if realizing it was involuntary. It didn’t stop him from missing a beat as he furiously rubbed your mound. As you came warmly into his hand you gave three more little thrusts and just that like that, Raph stopped, reading your body language like a Jupiter Jim comic.

You collapsed back onto him and the cushy pillow floor. Your back breathed against Raph’s hard plastron.

You roused yourself to get up. Slowly, on your knees, you disrobed before your red masked lover.

“Whoa,” Raph blushed at the sight of you.

“What’s the matter?” You chuckled at him. “You’ve seen me naked plenty of times.”

“Not like this,” Raph gushed, pupils dilating. You guessed he had a point. Seeing someone naked in a rooftop tent wasn’t something a lot of people got to see too often. Raph was quite the sight himself. The dim lighting giving his green flesh a soft organic look. You thought red and green weren’t supposed to go together. Yet, somehow, you couldn’t take your eyes off Raph and grown quite accustomed to the combination.

He took a little too long to finish taking in the sight of you. You impatiently slipped your index finger between his chest and his plastron and pulled him closer. Up until now you had only done this to Mikey. To your surprise Raph didn’t react with arousal like his younger brother.

Raph snorted and scrunched his mouth shut. Was he trying not to laugh?

Raph gathered himself when he saw the questioning look you’d shot him. He gave an awkward little chuckle. His broad shoulders rising and falling as he did. In that moment, he looked so undeniably sweet. You could tell he wasn’t used to being dominated by his partner.

“I’d… prefer you didn’t do that…” he pleaded nervously.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I’ll stick to being sub.”

“No, not that,” Raph confessed. He smiled widely as sweat dripped down his cheek which was turning a color closer to his mask.

“I’m… ticklish under my chest-plate.”

This amazing revelation took a few moments to sink in, for you. When you came back to the present moment, you realized your finger was still behind his plastron. You removed it and looked Raph up and down. So, Big Boy’s ticklish, huh? OK. I will save that info for later…

“That’s OK,” you reassured him, “I’ll just touch the outside instead.”

You ran your fingers lightly down the valleys of Raph’s front.

“I know you all have plastrons,” you explained to Raph, “but there’s just something about yours…” You trailed your index fingers along the ridges that imitated the shape of pectorals, edges to center.

Raph slowly looked up from himself to lock eyes with you as he bit his lower lip.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you affirmed, “it just looks so… enticing.” Raph shivered at the word.

“One can only imagine what your body looks like underneath,” you purred.

Raph’s adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped.

“What I wouldn’t give to feel all those luscious muscles,” you said, giving a longing little moan. You caught yourself almost about to quite literally drool.

“You got a real thing for muscles, huh?” Raph teased as you blushed. “Well,” Raph continued mischievously, “luckily, I got more right here.” He flexed his right arm. The perfect bicep and tricep rippling to max size. You gave Raph a look of slight disbelief. Was he really about to let you worship his muscles?

“Come on,” Raph urged with a look in his eye that he knew this was your kryptonite.

With that, the dingy NYC rooftop became Heaven.

Grasping Raph’s arm in both of yours, you adorned every inch with kisses. Taking your sweet time to pay extra special attention to all the tiny nuances. The rock hard muscle combined with the unexpected smoothness and warmth of his skin was intoxicating. Your lips memorized a map of every vein and indentation line. You even gave Raph’s shoulder spikes little smooches. You ran your palms down the length of his sinewy upper arm. Kissing down Raph’s forearm to his palm, you snuck a glance at Raph’s face. Who looked like he was fighting back a voluptuous boost to his ego as his body melted you to the ground.

After a brief tongue wrestling session, you proceeded to worship Raph’s left arm studying it as meticulously as the right. Until Raph took your wrist, placing your hand on his dick. You grasped it as firmly as you could while still feeling his arm. His dick twitched every time you placed a new kiss on his skin, now flushing with heat. Your hand clasped up and down Raph’s length. You stopped to tease the edges of the head with your thumb and index finger, to start focusing on Raph’s left tricep. Raph gave a few pleasurable grunts and whimpers.

While Raph was distracted, you decided it was time to be sneaky.

Finishing his shoulder, you slowly kissed over his chest. It heaved up and down with heavy breaths. Almost like it was begging you to do what you were planning to. Keeping Raph busy with your hand job, you paused just above the ‘v’ shape of his plastron. Taking a deep breath for courage, you stuck the tip of your tongue down between it and the sensitive flesh beneath. Raph didn’t seem to notice. You plunged your tongue in deeper the second time.

“Ooooh!” Raph screamed his signature scream.

Uh-oh, you thought.

“That’s it,” Raph declared as he snatched you. He clamped both your arms hard to your sides and lifted you in the air, off his lap.

“I’m sorry, Raph,” you blubbered faux shamefully, desperately trying to hide your amusement. “I won’t do it again.”

“Damn right, you won’t…” Raph agreed, sly grin spreading wide. Wasting no time, Raph placed you back down on his lap. Entering you with a silky ease you were both unprepared for. You had no idea why sometimes when a partner or toy went in for the first time, it stung with a welcome spicy pain. But you knew that if anyone was going to make you feel it, it was Raph. You moaned as his movements accentuated it.

Raph kept his iron grip on your arms as he moved you up and down his length. Giving you 0% percent control.

“Just had to ruin a perfectly good evenin’ didn’t ya?” Raph said smile never leaving his face. “I was so looking forward to laying you down, all nice-like, on this pillow…” He interrupted himself with a grunt as he hit a sweet spot within you.

“W-we can still do that,” you mentioned hopefully as your breasts bounced up and down with each of Raph’s shoves.

Raph looked down at you and suddenly paused holding you up so that only his tip was still in you. For a hot moment you thought maybe you’d gotten through to him. Then Raph quickly released you, allowing gravity to pull you down his shaft. It’s heat sliding slowly all the way back up your insides.

“Aaaah,” you moaned, the slight humiliation of being tricked adding to your arousal.

“Nah,” Raph declined breathily, sick with lust at your reaction. “I think I like this better.”

Raph’s speed picked up. You bounced so many times and so fast, you started getting slightly  dizzy. But you were too distracted by the firey friction between your legs to let it bother you. Raph held you down to him by pressing on your shoulders, slamming your capacity. You scrunched your eyes shut and gave little screams.

Raph pulled you up and back down. This time with his bag hands around your waist. In your minds eye you saw where his dick was in relation to his hands. Like he was holding your body around it. With your eyes closed you felt him in you and imagined this as Raph continued bobbing you.

You squeezed desperately around him. Raph gave a few whimpers feeling the clench of your walls. All at once, as you began to come, you let loose all the noises you’d been suppressing.

“Oooh, wah, woo… Ow, wow, wah, wah!”

Why were you vocally losing your mind? You couldn’t tell yourself. There was just something about being clamped down to Raph’s hulking form as he forced your orgasm…

Your spine turned to jelly as you wiggled and quaked in Raph’s grasp. Raph turned his head to the side as you continued. You couldn’t help yourself. It was as if this level of profound titillation could only be expressed through this strange involuntary climax call.

“Woo, WAH, WOW, wah, wah WAH!”  

Raph finally lost his front and released a few stifled snorts. He’d kept thrusting this whole time which only worsened your embarrassing display.

“Waaaaaah,” you screeched as the tremors grew in strength.

Raph was full on laughing now. The wonderful sound shook the tent walls.

“Waaah?” was the only response you were able to give.

As you squeezed Raph the hardest one final time, his laughter was cut off by the urgent grunts of his own climax. Seeing his face go from pure glee straight to “oh, I’m cumming” was startlingly hot. You felt him explode inside you and your body went slack, Raph still holding you in place. You stared up at the tent ceiling. You glanced over at the plastic window and realized it had fogged up.

“Y/n,” he said half amused, half concerned, “was whatever just happened an act or legit?”

You took your time to catch your breath before heaving yourself to an upright position to ask:

“Which do you think it was?”

Raph’s eyes grew big and adoring. He pulled himself out of you (gently this time) and brought you in for kisses.

“After you have our kid, I could make you do that every night,” Raph promised between kisses. He was utterly convinced he would beat his brothers at this naughty game of chance. It turned you on so much you considered asking to go again. But you were pretty tired.

Whenever you and Raph got into a make-out session, it usually lasted at least a half hour. You were sure you doubled that time tonight once you’d finished and snuggled up next to each other for bed. The fog lifted from the tent window allowing you to gaze up at the sky. You were happy that the pillow managed to survive your tryst unscathed. Because, to your disbelief, the first time you and Raph had sex on his bed you’d later discovered that he hadn’t just torn through the sheet. He’d torn through the mattress.

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After doing it with Mikey the first few times, you started to tire of floor and wall sex. He was bashful but he got used to being in your apartment. He even cooked for you and helped with the dishes afterward. You enjoyed his walnut crusted fish and asparagus, despite not being big on either of those things. You couldn’t help but wonder what married life might be like with Michelangelo. You and junior (assuming Mikey won the challenge) would never be short of good eats.

A few more nights went by with decent but vanilla sex with Mikey. One fateful night he had a change of heart.

“Y/n,” he said cautiously from the edge of your bed as you stripped down to your undies. “There’s something that’s been on my mind, lately….”

“What is it?” you asked curiously.

Mikey rubbed the back of his head and blushed. After giving you a timid side eye, he retreated down into his shell a bit.

“No, never mind,” he said, voice muffled.

“Come on, Mikey! What’s wrong? Is everything OK?”

“It’s fine, I…” Mikey trailed off, coming back up from his shell. “It’s nothing you did, I just…”

He made eye contact with you which seemed to intimidate him even more.

“Is this about something I can do better in bed?” you guessed.

You climbed up on your bed with Mikey as he bit his lips shut.

“Well,” you shrugged, “as a famous singer once said; “’closed mouth don’t get fed…’”

Mikey looked taken aback. He had to have known which song you were referencing.

“’Is you hungry or not?’”

In a flash of immense willpower and speed, Mikey grabbed your bra straps, and pulled you close enough for your nose to touch the spot on his face where his nose should be. Every word flew from his mouth with the ferocity of a tropical storm.

“Make me your bitch ! Your personal  fucktoy !! Your willing SLAVE, Mistress!!! ”

Mikey’s demands were still echoing in your mind as their meaning sunk in. You’d always had an inkling that Mikey was sub. But was he really that sub?

Making sure your pause wasn’t too long, you spoke up, heat flushing to your face.

“Uh… seriously? You do mean that, right?”

Mikey looked sad. It took a lot for him to fess up and he thought you didn’t believe him. You had to make him un-sad, quick.

“I’m only asking because... if you really want that kind of relationship, it’s gonna take some time to… establish.”

“Really?” Mikey’s attention snapped alert at the notion. He grinned that adorable imperfect grin. Eyes wide with hopeful wonder. “Tell me more,” he begged. How could anyone  say ‘no’ to that face?  

“You see, there have to be rules in place, if I’m the Mistress and you’re the sub. We have to discuss what your limits are and where and when we’re allowed to occupy the roles.”

You continued to give him an overview of everything you knew about the rules of BDSM. Not exactly what you’d planned on doing that night. But Michelangelo hung on every word. He even started taking notes with a tiny notepad he’d retrieved from his knapsack. Needless to say, any doubt you had about how serious he was went out the window. You encouraged him to look up the lifestyle, himself. An idea he seemed iffy about.

“Michelangelo,” your tone turning a bit stern, “remember what we discussed on the night the challenge started?”

“Heh,” Mikey nodded, “Dr. Delicate Touch isn’t such a bad guy?”

Not how you would’ve put it, but good enough.

For the following two weeks you and Mikey collaborated according with his submissive desires, most of which were bound to the bedroom. But, to your surprise, some weren’t. Texting was fair game. You had permission to grab Mikey wherever you wanted when the opportunity provided itself. What surprised you the most was something non-sexual. Mikey  suggested that on dinner dates, only you were allowed to speak to waitstaff. You made certain you knew what Mikey’s favorite meals were beforehand. You felt a strange honor that Mikey would allow you this privilege when it came to one of his personal passions. One day, bored on your break at work, you decided it was a good time to test Mikey’s obedience.

“Send dick pic, please,” you texted plain and simple. As you waited you knew it wouldn’t take too long for Mikey to respond, since he only had  a certain amount of time before the penalty applied. Five minutes later, you got a response.

It was a dick pic, alright. But, disappointingly, Mikey was flaccid.

“Send re-do. This time, try to get it up first.” Your imagination reeled at what the expression on innocent little Mikey’s face would be like while doing your bidding. You added, “make sure your face is in it.” Seven minutes later you received something.

Mikey sent a brief video clip of himself masturbating. He was standing up in what looked like a public restroom stall. Only his waist area was visible. You could hear his heavy breathing. This got you wet. But it still wasn’t what you asked for. You were about to tell him so but you were interrupted by a new text from him.

There he was, dick in three fingered hand. It sloped diagonally from the bottom right corner of the pic. It stood juicy and proud. But Mikey’s face in the opposite corner didn’t reflect the same pride. On it were many emotions. Pleasure, eagerness. A little shame, but that was OK. You discovered it even worked for you. If you hadn’t heard him breathing in the video, you could practically feel the movement of his chest in this photo. Forcing Mikey to actualize himself as a sexual being seemed to be going as planned.

“You’re such a good boy, Mikey,” was the all the response you gave. Mikey sent you a smiley and heart emoji. As the bell rang, you considered this a break well spent.

Later on in the week, you demanded a fresh dick pic. After 30 minutes, Mikey sent you one. You snorted at his forced happy expression that failed to hide his worry.

“Sorry, Mikey. But you’re about 20 minutes late,” you texted.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” his reply read, “My brothers and I were in the middle of a fight with Big Mama’s goons and there was no restroom nearby.”

“Doesn’t Big Mama own a HUGE hotel? Why not just use one of her bathrooms?”

“They chased us out,” Mikey explained.

“Oh, Angelo. Waiting 3 times longer than the limit we agreed on gets you two penalties.”

You awaited Mikey’s response with great anticipation, hoping he remembered what you meant.

“Omigosh! Please, Mistress, let me do better next time,” Mikey responded with 3 sweating emojis. A sure sign he did remember.

“No,” you answered flatly. You put your phone away and checked your bedroom to make sure you were prepared for tonight.

It was nice to have someone to share your favorite porn with. Even if they were pretending not to enjoy themselves.

You found yourself back in bed with Mikey. You were naked and jilling off in your favorite position in front of your laptop. Mikey watched off to the side, on his knees, wearing his penalties. First: cuffs, which were turning out to be his favorite. His wrists tied tightly around his shell, again. Second: Leather collar with chain leash. It was awkward keeping a hold on the chain while masturbating, at first. But seeing the embarrassingly obvious pleasure it gave Mikey, you got used to it. He was already nice and stiff without touching him.

“Is this what you watch when you’re alone?” Mikey asked

“Yea, you like?” You asked him cheekily.

Mikey switched his attention to one of your personal favorite videos with polite interest for a few moments. You were grateful that he didn’t judge your taste. “It’s OK,” he admitted, “I’m just glad I get to watch you.” His eyes washed over your form shyly.

You’d been sexual partners for weeks yet he still revered your presence. Like the boy in grade school who carried your books. Holding the chain under your knee, you took Mikey’s face in your free hand and placed a juicy kiss on his lips. He almost lost balance but you held him up.

“Aww, Little Mikey,” you cooed, smooshing his face. You did this rougher then last time, since Mikey’d previously confessed that he liked his face getting messed with. He tried his hardest to smile through it which made you beam.

“They really didn’t have to cover you in honey to get those oozquitos to bite you.” You glanced down at his excited member. Which you knew he noticed by the sound of his breath quickening.

“Although… that does sound like a great idea. Mmm,” you whispered as you slowly stroked your hand all the way down his plastron and the entire length of his penis. You grabbed around the edge of the head and pulled a little. Just before letting go. This caused it to wobble around. You couldn’t help but imagine a ‘diving board’ sound. He nervously looked down at himself, watching its every shake. As his eyes rolled back and shut, you wondered how much more he could take. He thrust desperately. A bead of moisture appeared at his tip and dripped stickily to the sheets.

“D-d-do… do you mean the honey or the biting?” Mikey asked still trying to muster enough willpower to look at you. He was sweating so much his mask was getting wet.

“Hmm,” you pretended to ponder the question as you stroked yourself. Your index finger slipping between your folds. “A little of both,” you told Mikey as you turned his face and forced him to look at you. His eyes went from your face straight down to your busy hand. This finally broke him.

“Please. Put me in,” Mikey begged shakily.

“Eh…” you hemmed just to screw with him, “I’ll give it a few more minutes.” Mikey gave the most forlorn moan you’d ever heard.

“Please, Mistress? I haven’t cum since last time we-”

“What? You’ve haven’t been touching yourself like I told you to?”

“Well, just, I, you know…” Mikey stammered pitifully as you gave him the stank eye. “…. I can do it for you now, Mistress,” he hastily offered.

“Oh no, you don’t,” you tsked pulling him over by the chain. He grunted as his pretty green neck was yanked forward. You sat him down snug in your lap. Shell to your front.

“Too late for that. I’m gonna have to give you a new lesson,” You grabbed the lube from your bedside table and readied your dominant hand.

As much as he loved being a ‘turtle in distress’ you could still sense the smoldering want beneath the surface, even while faced away from you like Mikey currently was. He squirmed with anticipation in your lap at the wet sounds your hand made. You played with Mikey’s head by trailing your slick fingertips sensuously around the edges. He shuddered rapturously.

“Y-ye-yes, your Misstrocity- Your Missivity- Your Mistressness,” your slave spluttered.

You held back your giggles. You wanted to come off as a somewhat serious domme. But you were sure he’d heard you. So you took it up a notch, slapping your hand firm across Mikey’s mouth, eliciting a muffled grunt of surprise which almost sent you into another giggle fit. Oh, how you loved ‘torturing’ this guy and getting to hear all his little noises.

“You’ll get to speak again when you remember how to do so,” you informed him in a tone that was gleeful yet authoritative. Mikey nodded his agreement.

You began jerking Mikey off. He tightly scrunched his eyes shut. Opening them briefly only to shut them again. You counted 5 slow pulls then gave a fast one, which made Mikey flinch in your loving lap. You nuzzled your chin on the nape of his neck to calm him. You gave 4 slow pulls and 2 fast ones. Mikey jumped again grunting pleadingly. You kept adding more rapid yanks until all of then were fast.

Mikey  involuntarily blew warm breath into your palm. You wondered how much longer he would last. You were grateful he was doing leagues better than his first time. But you were also worried he’d bust too soon. (Like he’d done once, last week.) He’d already dripped on your bed and you didn’t want to waste the good stuff. Mikey deserved an equal chance at winning. You’d started rooting for the little guy.

Just as the thought crossed your mind, Mikey, wrists pressed into your belly, gave you three pokes with his finger. Two meant ‘stop’. Three meant ‘I’m close’. (You both decided one poke wouldn’t be enough to signal something since it could be accidental.)

“Gotcha,” you whispered in his ear as you uncuffed him.

You got out from behind Mikey as he lied down on his shell before you. You gingerly moved the chain out of your way as you mounted him.

You pulled Mikey’s arms over his head so that his hands nearly grazed the head board and re-cuffed him. Forcing him to flex his picturesque arm muscles. Although his mind was blank with tension his lusty little smile implored you to keep going.

Gripping his lower shaft, you drew circles along your opening with his tip. Mikey mewled at the teasing. You gave a few needy sounds of your own as you forced his jade pillar up your pink palace. Alas, they were soon drowned out by Mikey’s as you gyrated to combine the right spot with a good rhythm. His were little breathy ‘ohs’ that came out like someone was punching him. You cherished every one. But the neighbors wouldn’t. You tried shushing him gently. But he was too distracted by what his dick was doing.

You clasped your hand over his mouth again. “Neighbors,” you hissed urgently but with love.

“Mmm, mmm…” Mikey continued not phased by the gagging. If anything it appeared to add to his enjoyment. Watching him lose himself with his eyes closed started to send you as well. He pressed his bound fists hard against the head board

Your insides squeezed him harder as his face scrunched up. You bucked your hips allowing your clit to rub against his plastron at the base of his penis. Mikey’s mouth widened behind your palm with each inward thrust. He gave two tiny grunts as you felt him twitch within you. You thrust faster to get yourself off with him. Smashing your sweetened up clit into his plastron.  

It was funny how once you got one of those boys inside you, feeling them was the all that mattered. You smashed Mikey’s warmth deeper and deeper in you as the primal need carried you away.

“Mh, Mikey…” you purred as you winded your hips in circular motions, hugging him in your soft confines. Your breasts bouncing with you. Mikey watched you with a hazy look in his moistening eyes. Tension causing him to tear up.

You gave a last drawn out press of your walls around your good little sub. Mikey jerked as he gave two little thrusts of his pelvis into you. Electric pleasure caused your back to arch, giving Mikey a great view. Cumming together was rare for you two and it felt better than you both could’ve imagined. You felt an odd accomplishment that you hadn’t with the other turtles. You guessed slow and steady had its perks.

You released Mikey’s mouth and took a few moments to catch your breath. You breathed deeply with him still in you. You savored the feeling of success. Who knew when you were finally going to get knocked up? If the challenge never ended it would be too soon.

You slipped Mikey out of you and dutifully uncuffed him. You barely had time to place them back on the bed side table when Mikey scooped you into a big hug. You looked down at him and melted before dropping the cuffs to the floor and returning it.

“Thank you.”

“Aw… you’re welcome, Mikey.”

“This..” Mikey started before mulling over his thoughts, “I’ve been thinking about sex like this for a long time and I… Thank you,” he repeated snuggling warmly into your bare flesh.

Your whole body heated back up. You never knew that something like BDSM would make someone like Mikey so happy. But you were grateful to be the one to give it to him. You guessed you were both lucky in that sense. You held each other for a long time. You couldn’t help yourself. Even though, deep in the back of your head, you fretted Mikey would get too attached. He had such a pure heart. The thought of breaking it was unbearable. But the hug felt too right to end. Much like everything you did with him.

Thankfully, Mikey pulled away first. “So, let me wash up so I can get to work on that pork risotto!”

He jetted off to the bathroom humming chipperly to himself. Mikey seemed happy enough for now. You made a mental note not to cross any bridges till you got there. After all you were looking forward to that risotto. Even his brothers recommended it.

You followed Mikey to the bathroom to ask if he needed help removing his collar first.

Chapter Text

One day Donnie mentioned how the turtle truck had broken down in the woods and needed a few repairs and upgrades. You volunteered to tag along and assist him. Donnie was grateful. He even seemed a little touched.

As you traveled out with Donnie via turtle bike you realized that you had to be somewhere in upstate New York. You’d never find such dense forests anywhere near Manhattan.

“Thanks for helping,” he told you for the third time that day as he handed you a wrench, “I still can’t believe one of my dumb-dumb brothers didn’t offer to volunteer.”

As you fixed the underside of the truck, you realized that the other boys were probably too tired to do extra physical work, lately. Which was, of course, your fault. You weren’t doing that much better, what with “working” 4 times as hard as them nightly. Luckily, Donnie was as much of a coffee fan as you. Before starting repairs, he made sure the turtle truck’s coffee maker was perfectly functional. But you still weren’t sure if it was the coffee or the searing, erotic high you got from being the one the turtles submitted their desires to that kept you going.

“I hear ya,” you responded before drifting off to daydream land, “but at least you get some time alone with me, right?”

Donnie didn’t answer but you caught a hint of blush on him as you handed back the wrench.

At the rumbling of your stomach, you asked “Did you bring any grub?”

“Hope you like PB and J.”

You joined him inside the truck as you had your sandwiches.

“Sorry it’s not as gourmet as Mikey’s cooking,” Donnie apologized as he munched.

“Hey, it’s staple for a reason,” you shrugged finishing yours.

Later, one of the jacks being used to prop up the truck snapped. Donnie swore frustratedly as he began a second repair job for it.

“Huh. Maybe we should’ve invited Raph,” you chuckled, referring to a story you heard about him trying to lift a school bus.

“Yes, I suppose we should’ve.”

The coarse tone of Donnie’s words hung heavy in the air, clashing with the sweet smell of pine. You got up from your stump and walked over to him as he hyper focused through his goggles on the welding lasers.

“Hey, DonTron… you feeling alright?”

“About as alright as one can be, when he’s involved in an intense competition of sexual prowess with his brothers,” Donnie gushed. You stared at him wide eyed at the earnest outburst.

“D,” you began, trying to speak in a calm even tone, “you.. willingly participated in the challenge. It wouldn’t bother me if you backed out.”

“Ah, yes, I’m sure it wouldn’t. I dare say you’d LOVE that…”

“Excuse me?” You asked genuinely confused but still taking some offense. Donnie silently continued repairing the jack. Nails digging nervously into your palms, you looked around the deserted woods. You started to regret letting Donnie bring you out here with no way to get back on your own.

“Look, I’m just gonna head inside and-” you said making for the truck door before Donnie interrupted.

“Mikey’s got his food, Raph’s got his huge muscles, Leo’s gonna portal you to Tahiti.”

You winced as you realized Donnie must’ve overheard you and Leo talking about taking a mini tropical vacation, together, last night.

“Aw, c’mon, Don. Who knows if Leo’s portals will actually work this time?” You swayed the topic hoping he hadn’t noticed you blush.

“That’s not the point!” Donnie hissed.

“Then what is your point?” You shot right back, patience wearing thin. “I wouldn’t be out here in the asscrack of nowhere with you, if I didn’t wanna fuck you, Donnie.”

He finally stopped welding and moved his goggles back up to his forehead to look at you. His furious glare cooled to sadness. His gaze sank to the ground as he asked;

“Would you still wanna fuck me…  without my tech?”

The question caught you off guard. But then you thought back to all the times you and Donnie had done the deed prior. You loved being held down by all kinds of mechanical restraints and prodded with fancy vibrating toys (with multiple settings). But you had no idea that poor Donnie was feeling overshadowed by his own brain.

“Donatello…” you started, carefully sorting out your words before speaking.

“Whenever it’s your turn, I get so excited thinking about what kind of invention you’re going to test my body with next,” you admitted.

Donnie glanced up at you with a smug little smirk. But it dissolved back to a glum face. Couldn’t help but feed the ego a little even when you’re down, huh Smart Guy? you thought.

“But what really gets me going is how, excited you get to see me and… how comfortable you become being dominant,” the blush returned to your face as you spoke. “But, what I’m trying to say is; yes. I would absolutely love to fuck you with no tech involved.”

Donnie raised his head back up to you hopefully. For a few moments you stared at each other before you added, “Right now.”

“Right now?” Donnie echoed disbelievingly.

“Right now,” You double confirmed.

“Uh…” Donnie hemmed, breaking out into a fresh sweat, “just… let me replace the wheel first…” as he hastily returned to welding, almost forgetting his goggles.

He was right. You didn’t think outdoor sex was a good idea here. So, the best shot was the turtle truck and no good sexin’ in a truck with 3 wheels.

“Let me help you,” you said as you got up and rolled the wheel over to him.

Donnie flattened out Raph’s captain chair. (You promised each other to never tell anyone this happened.) You stripped yourself of every article of clothing before turning to Donnie and telling him it was his turn.

“Heh, right…” he grinned sheepishly as he removed his tech shell. When he turned to place the shortened bo staff on the little shelf at the bottom, you got a good look at his natural soft shell for the first time. It was darker than the rest of him and appeared rather squishy. You smiled at the silly thought as Donnie turned back to you.

“OK, ready,” Donnie announced.

“Are you sure?” You chuckled flirtily, seeing that Donnie was only almost ready.

“Uh… yeah?” He responded, thick eyebrows meeting in confusion just under what he forgot to take off.

You tapped the side of your own head at Donnie.

“...Oh!” Donnie snatched his goggles off, reddening. “Yeah, I guess these kinda count, don’t they?”

You laughed lovingly as you mounted the captain’s chair on your knees. Donnie hung up the goggles and joined you, mimicking your position.

You made out softly, wrapping your arms above his shoulders. Your curiosity nagged you till you caved and blurted out the question.

“Can I touch your shell?”

Donnie’s eyes shot open at the unexpected suggestion. “Uh… sure. If you wanna,” Donnie gave permission, clearing his throat as his face flushed.

You poked at the soft shell, lightly. It was squishy, alright. With a strange rubbery texture. The prod made Donnie’s mouth go squiggly, again. You wondered if this new part of him was sensitive.

You dragged your right index finger from the top to midway down his shell. Donnie shut his eyes, raising his face up to the truck ceiling. You took that as a “yes.”

Wasting no time, you wrapped your arms around, under his. You placed all ten finger tips at the top of his shell and dragged them, slowly and sensually all the way down to the bottom. A pleasurable moan escaped Donnie’s lips as he faced the ceiling once more.

“Wow, Donnie,” you began, deciding to lay on the flattery, “you’re the only one of your brothers whose shell can make you do that.” Just because you were so intrigued, you kept playing with his shell. While Donnie gave you a hazy yet firey look. You’d never met someone with such a sizable ego who was still so sweet. You’d learned that all the Hamato boys were super sweet deep down. You loved turning each of them into gooey, malleable messes in your grasp.

Donnie (lovingly) shoved you down, giving you a ravenous look before diving to join you. As he attacked you with kisses, you were reminded of something else unique about Donnie. Make-out sessions with him seemed so much more… urgent then with the other turtles. You recalled that shirt you saw him wear once which boasted the line: “When I play doctor, I play to win.’”

Donnie began suckling your left nipple. He came in hot and fast but he took his sweet time with his favorite part of you. He tongued your nipple softly and sucked as if savoring the taste of your pliant flesh.

“Taking your sweet time with the girls today, aren’t you?” you noted, as Donnie switched to your right breast.

Donnie couldn’t help but smile, while gently holding your nipple between his teeth. The sight made a fresh burst of arousal well up in you.

“You know what would make it even sweeter?” Donnie asked between extra kisses to your sensitive nub.

Your ears perked up as Donnie noticed and hesitated to continue. “If… that is… if,” he stammered avoiding eye contact, “if I win the challenge…”

Your eyebrows raised as Donnie took another pause to muster up some courage.

“Would you let me try some of your….” Donnie began circling your areola with his finger.

“Aww,” you cooed as fresh warmth flushed your cheeks, “of course I will… ‘Daddy’.”

Donnie’s eyes lit up at the last word. He’d clearly been thinking a lot about winning the game. Oh, how you hoped he wouldn’t be too torn up if he lost. Not that the thought occurred to him now as he slurped up your breasts even more hungrily, painting a figure eight around both your nipples with his tongue.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the slippery sensation combined with how silly it looked. But Donnie wasn’t discouraged. He wrapped his lips around your nipples, suckling them both. You gave a delighted scream at the odd new feeling as your breasts slapped hard together, tips meeting in Donnie’s warm, greedy mouth. You winced as Donnie continued to suck harder the longer he went. The sublime pain caused a tickle between your folds, causing you to involuntarily buck your hips skyward. If Donnie hadn’t been straddling you, you would’ve held them in the air.

Donnie released your nipples with a smacking noise, allowing your breasts to fall bouncily back onto your chest. The cool air hit your blazing nipples as they shimmied, circularly back to lying position. You loved allowing Donnie to control and manipulate your flesh. Even without toys. It must’ve shown on your face because Donnie flashed you a devilish smile before reaching back behind his head to grab something that, unfortunately, wasn’t there.

“Oh… yeah,” Donnie sighed, suddenly remembering that he’d ‘unplugged.’

His movements turned stiff and awkward as he turned his gaze back to you. He smiled, biting his lips together as his eyes widened and beads of sweat rose up on his brow.

“What’s the matter, Donnie?”

“Nothing….I’m just…not..sure,” he rubbed the back of his head, “what to do next.”

“Donatello,” you sighed deeply, making an effort to not sound too annoyed but still firm as you lifted yourself back to sitting position with him mounting your lap. You supposed you expected this. Couldn’t just yank Donnie away from is livelihood and expect everything to be hunky dory on the first try.

“I’m starting to think the problem isn’t just on your head,” you explained, lightly poking Donnie’s temples with your index fingers, “it’s in your head. You need to get out of it.”

“What? You can’t just ask me to turn off my brain,” Donnie insisted. “And why? So I can become some mindless brute?”

“No,” you assured him in a nurturing tone, “quieting your mind sets the rest of you free. Trust me.”

Donnie slouched as he rubbed the side of his upper arm not making eye contact. C’mon, Smart Guy, you can do this. I know you can, you rooted in your mind.

“Look,” you began, placing your hand protectively on his okra shoulder. “Think of this as an experiment,” you suggested with a wink.

“...OK,” he agreed with a shyly hopeful smile.

You laid back on the captain’s chair as Donnie aligned his beautiful, imperfectly shaped cock with your entrance. He gripped himself, slapping the head against your clit. You watched his facial expression. It seemed relaxed at first. But the more Donnie prodded, the more methodical it felt and the more his face squinted up.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you tutted encouragingly, “stop thinking.”

Donnie sighed through his flat nose and closed his eyes. He unhanded his cock, placed his hands on the chair behind him and thrusted around, rubbing himself over your crotch. It didn’t hit anywhere too close to your folds but he was forcing himself to feel his way there. A step in the right direction. You thrusted along, lightly guiding him. Your opening slid against the base to the tip of his dick. This brought forth a needy grunt from Donnie as his member stiffened.

“That’s it, keep going…” you coaxed.

Unable to take much more teasing, you grabbed Donnie’s dick and slipped it into you. Donnie moaned but kept his eyes shut. He was doing surprisingly well. That was until something about the jerky way he moved inside you and his telltale eyebrows tensing up tipped you off. You needed to come. But your frustrated compassion got the best of you first.

“Boy, stop thinking and feel!”

You rose up and pushed Donnie down. His eyes shot wide open as his soft shell collided with the chair. You sheathed yourself back over him just as quick as he’d slipped out. The distressed noises Donnie made were coated with lust as you bobbed above his waist. The alarm in his eyes softened to the blankness of ecstasy as you roughly continued.

“Yeah,” you said relishing having him inside you. Giving a few isolated squeezes to his member without thrusting. “Feel me.”

Donnie’s face pinched up, this time from pleasure. You could tell the difference. He bared his teeth involuntarily as he gave a few desperate ‘ahs’. You swayed right and left over him, almost stirring his member inside of you. The new, heavenly sensations were filthily satisfying to you. You could only imagine how it felt to Donnie. You winded your hips, prolonging the sensuous mixing of your inner world with him.

You found yourself suddenly falling backward. Donnie backed up under you and rose up, attempting to push you back down. You put your hands up in protest. You weren’t even sure why. But it was worth it, if only to see the offended look on his face. Somehow, you managed to block all his swings to grab you. In the back of your mind, you wondered if he wasn’t giving it his all, for fear of hurting you. Luckily, if that was the case, you were about to make short work of this fear with the quip that popped into your head as you caught Donnie’s fist tight in your grasp.

“Some ninja.”

Immediately, the wind was knocked out of you by Donnie’s lightning swift movements, causing him to slip out of you once more. None of the boys had EVER used ninjitsu on you, till this very moment and you loved it. The sumptuous pain lingered on your tummy and shoulders as you crashed, obediently, back down on the chair, hyperventilating.

“Oh, that’s it,” Donnie chuckled sinisterly, “you don’t get to judge my ninja skills and take away my tech on the same night…”

Donnie re-entered you embarrassingly easy and took a dramatic pause before adding, “…without consequences.”

As he attacked you with his natural bo staff, you were grateful that at least he was acting on emotion instead of strategy. Even if that emotion was anger. He held your shoulders, using them to hold you in place as he jabbed you. Finding your g spot on the first try. It had grown tender over the past few days, which only made hitting it all the more glowingly rapturous. Funny how your soft velvety interior craved such rough pummeling. Yet when you got it, the same primal instinct beseeched you to pull away as much as it did the opposite. Creating a frenzy of friction that you wished was endless.

Donnie leaned down, placing his open mouth over yours. Your tongues swiped and slapped frantically before Donnie lost himself and arched his spine skyward.

The all too welcome pain emanating from your lower waist summoned forth a growl from deep within you. Donnie refused to let up on your spot. The pain intensified causing the growl to turn into much higher pitched grunts.

“Yes. Sing, my angel of music,” Donnie commanded.

A snort rose up from the same place the growl had, which you quickly stifled. Instantly, (and a tad regrettably) you got flashbacks to sex with Leo. Did he just? Did he just? Did he just? Did he JUST? was all you could chant, in your mind as you fought the laughter.

“What is it?” Donnie wondered as he paused his thrusts.

“Oh, nothing….” you shrugged feigning ignorance till you decided to test him. “…Erik.”

Donnie’s expression snapped to shock. Slowly, the corners of his mouth turned sharply north. Thick brows low and sultry.

I fucking knew it, you inwardly congratulated yourself before Donnie aggressively resumed thrusting. New, fresh enthusiasm abundant in every move.

“Ah,” he howled triumphantly, getting as deep within you as he could. You’d never seen him so happy during sex. You thanked your lucky stars for the nerdy side of you that caught the reference as you came in firey waves of heat.

“Will you do Phantom cosplay with me?” Donnie asked, his voice straining through the beginning of his own climax.

You were overjoyed at the fact that he was so excited, he couldn’t even wait till after sex to ask. You loved this side of Donnie and your heart jumped at the idea.

“Phuck yes,” you affirmed as the last quakes of orgasm tore through you. Realizing you had to specify, you added; “with a PH.”

Donnie’s smile was so wide you could see his gums. He gasped and heaved for air as he busted in you. You lied there taking in the warm afterglow for hours.

It only made too much sense that Donnie was a Phantom of the Opera nut. He was a dramatic theatre kid, a mad misunderstood genius and lived underground in the sewers. It was basically a musical about him. The only thing missing was his Christine. Until now. You helped Donnie pay for expedited shipping on two high quality outfits and put them to use right away. His bedroom at the lair soon acted as your secret underground musical nirvana room. You should’ve known you’d wind up back in cosplay with this boy…

“I have brought you, to the seat of sweet music’s throne,” Donnie crooned deviously as he used an instrument app on one of his homemade tablets in organ mode.

“To this kingdom where all must be homage to music, music!”

He made that phantom cosplay look good. Even with the white mask placed over his regular purple one. You hoped he felt the same about your snugly fitting white Christine gown. Although, why else would he ask you to wear it?

“You have come here for one purpose and one alone.

Since the moment I first heard you sing, I have needed you with me,

To serve me to sing for my music…”

Now that you listened to it often enough, Donnie’s singing voice wasn’t half bad either. For now, you’d been instructed to simply act as a damsel in distress. You held the back of your wrist to your forehead as your draped yourself alluringly over a chair as if you were about to faint from… pure incitement, you guessed? Donnie showed you the scene you were reenacting with him. In some scenes, the actress resembled a deer in the headlights. In others, she seems thoroughly turned on. You were going for horny and scared, here. (Or as some people put it; ‘scaroused’.) You’d never been much of an actress but Donnie hadn’t complained yet. Heck, you were grateful you didn’t even have to sing, tonight.

Donnie went ahead and sang the entirety of ‘Music of the Night’ to you as you acted along with him. For all his tactical, schematic ways of thinking, he sure did have a flare for romance. You loved when he’d feel you up from behind while singing to you. Or when he’d lightly brush your face with his gloved fingers. His eyes were so full of adoring reverence whenever he’d look into yours. This didn’t feel like acting to you, which caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach. The whole thing was totally silly but that only made you cherish it more.

Your favorite part was when you had to pretend to actually faint and Donnie carried you bridal style you his bed. He laid you down gently  and dragged the backs of his fingers along the soft contour of your cheek.

“You alone can make my song take flight.

Help me make the music of the night.”

Instead of drawing a curtain around his bed and creepily watching you from behind it, like the titular character from the musical, Donnie gave a smug grin as your eyes popped open. He starvingly lowered himself onto you, placing a tender kiss upon your lips before clawing off your precious cosplay.

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There was only one word to describe The Underground City; fabulous.

You’d only been visiting for a week but it was better than all the stories you’d heard. Hotels with literal indoor beaches, an entire town inhabited by witches. Not to mention sexy fucking mutant men as far as the eye could see. All week long, you’d trounced around feeling like a kid in a candy store making borderline shameless eyes at them all. Most seemed flattered. Some too flattered to even say hi. Of course the first thing you did was hook yourself up with a gym membership. Hidden City gyms were intense but, again, most mutants seemed obliged to make room around the human sized weights for you to access.

Now, instead of putting it off, you decided was the time to finally enroll in those latin dance classes you’d always wanted to take. You’d showed up in a great mood on the first day. With your towel and yoga mat in tow. You walked right past a young looking green mutant and sat on the other side of his bench. You looked around excitedly at the other mutants who’d shown up, glancing shyly at your bench mate.

He was wiry with light yellow stripes tatted to his arms. Red stripes lined either side of his face. You wondered if those were tatted too. On top of the facial stripes was a blue ninja mask with long tails falling down his back, which appeared to be a shell. This new mutant was fascinating. He wasn’t as big, tall or burly as some of the monsters you’d seen around town. But something about the enthusiastic spark in his eyes captured you. You were polite and didn’t stare at him for too long. He sat with his legs spread, elbows on his knees, staring down at his wringing, three fingered, hands.

The second your gaze wandered to some new classmate, the green mutant boy scooted himself across the space separating you and him on the bench. It happened so fast, you were startled that he was suddenly much closer.

“Hey! Howyadoin’? Myname’sLeo,what’syours?”

Oh boy, we got a live one, you thought, giddily.

“Y/n,” you giggled warmly, “nice to meet you, Leo.”

“So… first time in Latin dance?” You gave a nod in response.

“Me, I go out dancin’ all the time,” Leo bragged rubbing his nails on his plastron, making a comical scraping noise. “Just thought I’d hone my natural skills for once. Get official with my rug cuttin’, know what I mean?”

You were certain he thought he was being slick when he casually slipped his arm around you on the bench back. This gesture wasn’t new to you, but something about the way Leo did it stoked fresh embers of desire.

“Hmm,” you said glancing casually at his arm before answering, “Sounds impressive.” You looked into his eyes.

Leo saw that you were not bothered by his eagerness, nor his clear craving to get close to you. He reddened slightly as you held eye contact. His eyes darted around the room, shyly before he asked; “Do you have a dance partner yet?”

“No,” you responded truthfully, “why don’t you let me help hone your skills, Twinkle Toes?”

Leo’s blush spread at the pet name you’d donned him. “Wow, really…?” he chuckled before clearing his throat adding, “I mean, cool. Cool.”

You sighed at the memory as you gazed out your apartment window at the night sky. That fateful day was months ago. If you could tell your past self what you’d be doing by this time in your life, Past You would’ve sworn you’d lost your marbles. To which you would’ve assured her that you’d gained 4 shiny new ones. Blue, purple, orange and red.

Tonight’s plan was simple. Let blue boy portal you to Tahiti then party till dawn. He’d heard stories of what it was like from his brothers and he’d always wanted to go. You were curious but you tried not to get your hopes up. Leo was great with portals in battle. But it was a long jump from NYC to Polynesia.

“ RIDE IT LIKE A RAINBOW!!! ”

You slammed yourself straight into the window, as your soul leapt from your body. Leo had, coincidentally portaled himself into your living room.

“Good evening, Leon,” you said through gritted teeth as your rubbed the stars from your eyes.

“Oh, sorry,” Leo apologized as the rest of him appeared stepping out of the glowing blue circle, katana in hand. “Didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

“Well, thanks to you I have now ridden the window,” you confessed light heartedly.

You chuckled together as he pulled you into a warm embrace. You savored the feel of being enveloped in his muscular yet non-possessive grasp.

“I see you dressed for Tahiti,” Leo said rubbing his chin as he admired your form in the outfit you chose.

“I dressed for dancing,” you corrected. “Just know that if we don’t get there tonight, it’s no big deal.”

“Hey,” Leo hushed, putting his free arm around your lower waist, pressing it into his. “Since when have I ever failed to get you where you need to go, huh?” His cocky tone combined with his lowered eye lids made you look away and blush.

Leo was right. Donnie and Mikey could be a handful in bed. Raph came at you with the mighty force of a hurricane. The low pressure spontaneity Leo provided during sex was a breath of fresh air, by comparison. You were glad that you’d already met up with the other three and had your ‘daily grind’ with them.

“Whoa, there, gunsmoke,” you said putting your hands up in an innocent gesture. “Let’s not make the orgasm up front, ok? We’ve got all night and a lot of partying to do first.”

Getting smug off seeing how flustered he made you, Leo gave you a sultry look before readying his katana.

“Then let’s get the partying over with so we can get to the good stuff!”

Never in all your days did you ever think you’d hear Leo say ‘let’s get the partying over with.’ He was such an eager little thing. It almost made you want to skip the night out too.

When he portaled you both to the beach you were impressed that his plan worked. That is until you both spotted The Wonder Wheel in the distance.

“We’re in Coney Island,” you confirmed flatly.  But it was good enough.

Since it was the first thing you saw you began the night with the Wonder Wheel. Leo gave you a quizzical look when you nervously rocked in your seat as the car ascended. You bemoaned the fact that he chose a swinging one.

“You’ve been on this ride before and you’re still scared?” He asked.

“Leo, this thing is ancient. You never know when there might be a freak accident or malfunction.”

Leo put his arm protectively around you, like the day you’d met only more casual.

“Come on. I’m from a ninja family, you really think this garden variety carnival ride is gonna make me-”

Little did Leo know that even though a ferris wheel is a theme park staple, this was no ordinary ferris wheel. It was a shitty old Coney Island ferris wheel. When that thing swung forward with the mighty roar and creak of the wheels, he was unprepared.

You screamed together but his was more high pitched. Of course you both sat on the side where you’d both get a full view of the ground as you fell, like a couple of dum dums. You clung to Leo desperately, cheek flat against his plastron. Even as he clasped the mesh windows. Legs sprawled apart, gluing himself cat-like to the corner.

As you both caught your breath, Leo quipped, “…. See? Ninja courage!”

Next you did Spook-O-Rama.

“Oh, this is GREAT,” Leo mused sounding genuine even though you knew he was taking the piss out of it. The ride mostly consisted of the most generic, cheap skeletons in gauze animatronics you’d ever seen. Some didn’t move at all.

“I don’t think Senor Hueso would approve of this appropriation,” Leo snarked. You snickered despite yourself. You hoped it was just a joke and such a thing didn’t actually exist. But Senor Hueso would absolutely silently judge this place in Spanish.

There were a couple of crudely designed bat and dog creatures that appeared so grotesque and uncanny in the darkness that you couldn’t help but be a little freaked out by their jerky movements.

“I met a scarier bat than that and she was a librarian,” confessed Leo. You had no idea what he was talking about which made it all the more hilarious.

Just as you swooped past the dog creatures the unmistakable percussion of the Bahamian junkanoo hit ‘Who Let The Dogs Out’ blasted out of nowhere. While you were trying to figure out if you’d somehow hallucinated it, Leo didn’t miss a beat shouting ‘”WHO!? WHO, WHO!?!?” right along with it. You were glad it was dark because hearing Leo sing that reminded you of your first time with him, which made you blush like mad. You wondered if he remembered.

“This isn’t scary, it’s a party!” Leo gushed.

One strange mummy-like figure nodded aggressively inside his glass booth prison. “See? This guy’s headbangin’,” Leo convinced you.

By the end you’d let your guard down enough to get startled by one skeleton bursting out of a closed cabinet. Much to Leo’s amusement. You gave a playful shove to his shoulder.

“Now I know where else to go if I want crabby skeletons and extra cheese,” Leo confessed as you hopped off the ride and headed deeper into the park.

“It was ok,” you gave the polite answer, “but it was nothing compared to ‘Dante’s Inferno.’”

Leo stopped dead in his tracks. “What’s that?” he asked getting the familiar adventurous look in his eyes.

“Dante’s Inferno,” you expounded, “was the most terrifying shit I’d ever seen in public as a child. First of all, it was huge! Second of all, it used to stand right there, year round. Even when the park was closed.” You pointed to the left side of the Astroland street entrance. “Every day on my way to school I had to walk past it and every single time I had to look at it.”

“Couldn’t you just… not?” Leo asked earnestly.

“No, Leo,” you insisted, “cause then it would smell my fear.”

“What did it look like?” Leo chuckled.

You described in excruciating detail the giant flying demon that headed the facade. How it held a bloody tortured soul by a hanger in it’s hand. While the rest of the soul seemed to be connected to the tongue of a demonic upside down face on the front wall. The same front wall depicted paintings of naked damsels in distress. Twisted, misproportioned animatronics of hellhounds donned either side of the nightmarish ride.

“But,” you concluded with a perky attitude, “I’ve heard it was scarier on the outside then it was on the inside.”

“Like Raph,” Leo added earning him an eyeroll from you. “Well I’ve heard that the underground city actually has it’s own version of Astroland.”

“You don’t say,” you answered coyly.

“Oh, but I do,” he answered hitting you back with bedroom eyes, “maybe their Dante’s Inferno is still around. We should check it out together, sometime.”

“Agreed. If we’re gonna compare Astrolands, then we should probably ride the Cyclone,” you suggested it casually enough but hearing the name on your own lips made you slightly queasy.

“I’ve heard awful things about it. So naturally; we gotta,” Leo remarked.

In a way you were grateful that people wanted to keep the Cyclone around. It served as a wonderful metaphor for why you should never hold onto anything too old for nostalgia. It was rougher than you’d expected. You hit your mouth a little too hard on the padded bars keeping you in your seat. Not that it worked too well at that, either. You felt as if you’d launch from it whenever the coaster took a downward dip. You swore you were actually forced into standing by the velocity at certain points. Also that you could feel every single individual wooden board the car passed over as it shifted in it’s spot. Only now, as your flew by the seat of your pants did you wonder just how often they get replaced. If ever.

Finally, the coaster (that was likely more hellish than your old foe Dante’s Inferno) returned to it’s starting point. You looked over at Leo who seemed as punch drunk as you felt. Climbing out of the car took more effort then you were ready to put forth.

“Whoa, I feel like shit,” Leo slurred as he doubled over.

“Same. But we did it! High five,” you announced.

You and Leo promptly attempted to high five each other and missed.

“Thanks for carrying me,” you told Leo as he cradled you, bridal style, to the Nathans outdoor food court.

“Hey, I got you boo,” Leo trilled with a wink, “I’m just glad Splinter taught us those ‘stop being dizzy fast’ meditation techniques.”

Leo asked for your order and went to get it. The food helped the sea sickness pass. Along the raised end of the boardwalk some locals were blasting their music, calling a gathering of dancers.

“What say we show ‘em what we got?” Leo recommended. The next thing you knew, you and Leo were having so much fun lost in the adrenaline of getting down. You hardly remembered you were out in public. That is until that familiar tune started playing. The bachata from your dance routine.

You looked at each other. Leo nodded dutifully, looking just as serious as he always did in class.

You smiled, shaking your head and tsking him. Immediately, he dropped the serious mug and grinned. You nodded in approval as your joined hands and assumed the starting move.

The practice must’ve really paid off, because before either of you knew it, you’d attracted quite a bit of attention from the surrounding dancers. The adrenaline of the motion combined with being watched warmed your chest as you tried not to get distracted and keep in time with Leo. Who seemed to soak up the attention and cause him to dance even better.

The portion where you intertwined legs came, causing some of the onlookers to ‘woo’, cheekily. Your face burned as your smile widened. You didn’t let it stop you from holding Leo close as he did to you.

You finished the dance as Leo dipped you. Some of the watchers applauded but most of them dispersed. You’d heated up so much that you’d almost neglected the feel of cool rain drops on your skin.

Later, you found yourself snuggling cozily in a king size beach-side hotel room bed. You and Leo didn’t mind treating yourselves, since the trip to Tahiti fell through. You watched the window as it poured outside, basking in the soft glow of the dim bedside lamps. Your outer clothes were strewn about the room as you lied in your undies.

“Shame the night couldn’t last longer,” you cooed as Leo cuddled up with you.

“Heh.. yea,” Leo agreed. You could tell from his tone and his lack of wit, something was on his mind. His gaze never left you as you continued regarding the storm. As the wind picked up, you wondered how bad it would get.

When you turned to Leo, the way he sat beside you on the cushy mattress reminded you of how he sat on the gym bench the day you first met. Only he remained still and silent instead of reducing the distance between you.

“Why so quiet, huh?” You shoulder nudged Leo playfully.

Leo shifted but didn’t respond. You wondered if the Nathan’s made him sick. The silence stretched on for far too long before he finally mumbled.

“I can’t.”

“You can’t what?”

Leo sat staring woefully down into his knees.

“Do you mean you’re backing out of the game? Cause if you do I wouldn’t mind at all. Heck, I wouldn’t even tell the others. You’re not the only one who-”

“Can we stop talking about my brothers? Please….”

Two firsts in one instant. Leo had cut you off and didn’t want to hear about his family.  Leo saw the rising concern on your face and nodded as if he were trying to regurgitate something from deep within. Which made your Nathan’s theory seem more valid.

“I can’t… I can’t…” Leo stuttered, avoiding eye contact. He shut his eyes tight and appeared to be holding his breath.

You involuntarily held yours as well. You mentally prepped yourself to assist Leo if he was having an anxiety attack or similar.

“I can’t tell you… how I really feel about you.”

It was the loudest rainfall you’d ever heard outside in that very moment. You had to make a sound, any sound. For fear that the rain would be the last thing you heard that night.

“Wh-What do you mean?”

“Guess I have to now,” Leo confessed turning to face you and taking you hand in his.

“Y/n, I’ve since found myself regretting nominating you for the challenge because.. on the day I met you, my goal was to make you mine.”

You did your best to halt all thought and emotion but your heart clanged in your chest like a freshly caged bird.

“We asked other girls and they weren’t interested and I REALLY wanted to one up my bros at this…”

You totally got that part knowing Leo but you kept this thought silent for now.

“But.. what I’m trying to say is…” Leo said as he kept his gaze strictly on the corner of the room.

It was your turn to hold you breath as he summoned all the ninja courage he possessed.

“No matter what happens, I just wanted to let you know that I… I…”

“Leonardo,” you gasped disbelievingly, “how could you do this now?” As you spluttered for more words poor Leo’s hopeful face fell to one of shame.

“Why…. why didn’t you just… tell me this before? When we had a chance to-”

“I DON’T KNOW, okay,” Leo blasted back, “I don’t…” his voice turned to whimpering as his big eyes rimmed with tears. “Maybe this was all just a big mistake.”

“You’re telling me,” you shot in response, anger getting the best of you through your need to comfort Leo. You began gathering your clothes to leave.

“Wait a minute,” Leo said with a shaky chuckle, clutching your wrist, “where do you think you’re going?”

“Let me go; I’m leaving,” you proclaimed, pitifully attempting to free yourself from his grasp.

“No, you’re not,” Leo insisted starting to panic, “it’s my turn.”

“Screw your fucking turn! You had one before all your brothers did and you BLEW it,” you spewed, poisonously.

This stunned Leo long enough to release you. Unfortunately, he came back to life and grabbed your elbow, this time. Which was a lot more difficult to break loose from.

A boiling struggle commenced between the two of you. You gritted all kinds of threats and slander through your teeth as Leo begged you to reconsider.

“Boy, if you don’t get the fuck off me-”

“No! C’mon, wait!”

As you tried (and failed) to pry his hand down your arm, Leo implored;

“Y/n, please…”

Hand still fighting his, your vision clouded with tears as you avoided eye contact. You wished they could quench the aching fire that’d risen up in your chest, through your throat. You gulped it down, dryly.

You finally looked Leo in the eye, your lower lip quivering weakly. A single sob escaped you before Leo caught it with his mouth. As hard as you’d been fighting to get away, you now flung yourself into him. Bodies, tongues, arms. In a mad, new struggle to become one.

Leo wasted no time. He flung you onto your back, tore off your panties.

The level of speed and force he entered you with caused your body to freeze, involuntarily. You laid there, arms raised as Leo spread your legs are far apart as they would go. You couldn’t help but grab his shell and help him deeper into you as he worked. Just as you thought that the pace and force rivaled a certain red clad turtle’s, both those things increased. Your eyes scrunched shut and your jaw dropped at the blissful pain.

“Leo,” you barely whispered in awe. You were glad enough that he was so insistent with having his turn. But this was just spoiling you. The sadness melted away as you were distracted by your champions bold lust. 

His usual playfullness and care-free attitude was replaced with something even he wasn’t used to. His facial expression was desperate yet determined. The friction, although voluptuously satisfying, caused you to worry that something inside you might get damaged. You feared for your soft inner walls as their limits were coarsely tested. You attempted to scream out for more but your voice only came out in piteous whimpers.

As you reflexively tightened around Leo’s length, the friction finally ceased as his thrusts paused between themselves. You gasped as the sting of pleasure impaled your awaiting spot. Causing your arms that were up in the air this whole time to claw the sheets beneath you.

You both froze, this time. Huffing and puffing together. Raining pounding as hard as Leo was moments ago, outside.

Finally, Leo collapsed, pulled out, and almost instantly fell asleep. Lying there, baring his weight upon you, so did you.

Your eyes suddenly snapped open. After a split second of confusion before remembering where you were, you looked over to Leo. He’d turned around in his sleep, giving you his shell.

It was still dark out. Not wanting to have to face Leo when he woke up, you decided to start heading home. You got dressed as quietly as you could and snuck out of the hotel room.

You checked your phone on the train back, realizing that you’d only been asleep for about an hour. You tried to look natural as a ring deep inside of you kept throbbing irrhythmically. You were still shocked and yet you felt an unfamiliar level of gratification. That was so unlike Leo. There was no foreplay, no flirting, no puns and… You hesitated to have the thought. He’d taken you harder then Raph. That shouldn’t have been remotely possible.

Even now, as your mind fussed with the illogic of it all, your body cooed; ‘Leo, come back. Use me again. I need it..’ You felt so profoundly feminine. It was mortifying because it wasn’t very politically correct. But you couldn’t deny the glow the experience gave you. You let go of your self conscious thoughts and relished in it. Insides still throbbing as you stepped through the door of your apartment.

You showered and tried to get back to sleep. But your mind kept racing with thoughts of each of the turtles. They were all so special and pure of heart. (Well, ‘cept maybe Donnie. But underneath his swollen ego, he meant well.) What if all these friendships you made ended once you had the baby and found out who won the contest? Maybe Leo was right about asking you to partake in it being a bad idea. You couldn’t bare to hurt any of them. But with the impending circumstances, that seemed like an inevitability. You tossed under your sheets, fighting the oncoming wave of depression.

You weren’t even sure if you were ready to face who the father was going to be. It took guts for Leo to confess like that. But you still couldn’t decide which turtle you truly wanted to win.

Your mind wandered and rambled on till the sun started to rise. You drew all sorts of weird connections between each turtle and things that had little to do with them. You linked one thing about Coney Island with each turtle, blaming the fact that you were just there.

Raph was the cyclone, it being the biggest and most dangerous thing in the whole park. Guaranteed to fuck you up, every time. Mikey was sweet as the candy sold in old timey and newly opened shoppes, alike. Donnie was the freakshow. A little avante guard but an entertaining staple nonetheless. Leo was the ocean. Refreshing, more to it then meets the eye. As you thought about it, you realized that the ocean was most likely to be there long after Astroland was gone. You wondered if Leo would be as loyal, even if he lost the challenge…

Taking a deep sigh as you got up from bed, you made for the bathroom to wash up before work. You went through the motions of brushing your teeth and washing your face in an exhausted haze. You stood staring yourself down in the mirror. All at once, the worry you’d been having all night long seemed a little silly. You and the turtles are all adults. Any consequences that would come of your actions, you’d have to deal with accordingly.

With a new, fresher feeling sigh, you nodded at your reflection and continued readying for work.

As you brewed yourself some coffee in the kitchen, you doubled over, heaving into the sink. You remained there hunched down in revelation as the coffee maker beeped it’s ‘ready’ signal.

“Of course…” you murmured defeatedly.

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The following nine months went as smoothly as it could’ve. When you have 4 potential baby daddies with naturally sweet personalities constantly fretting over your health, who could expect or ask for more?

Raph seemed to empathize with your pregnancy cravings the most, so frequent midnight runs to the convenience store became his duty. You were grateful Mikey knew how to throw together bizarre food combos and didn’t judge you for wolfing them down. He was too busy arguing with Leo over which toys and self-rocking cradles would be the most stimulating for the baby to judge you, anyway. Donnie over-busied himself with theories on what type of diet a half mutant turtle half human would need and whether to begin introduction to quantum physics at 6 months or 12 months of age.

Of course, Splinter heard you were pregnant and (thankfully) never asked who the father was. Instead, he introduced you to some meditative techniques to reduce aches, pains and mood swings. He was being more courteous to you as the months counted down. You could tell even he was really jazzed about this. You supposed he should be, what with this being his first grandchild.

You decided to put your romantic emotions for each of the turtles on pause till you found out who won the challenge. You were going to love this child no matter what. Your emotional devotion belonged to the baby first and foremost. However, you had to admit it was difficult to withhold your feelings as each turtle beamed at you with the admiration exclusive to a male witnessing the prelude to the miracle of birth. Not to mention how they all seemed genuinely excited, not just to win the challenge and be titled the most virile. But also at the prospect of being a father. Although, some things that came with this miracle perturbed them at times.

Mikey’s face turned to one of pure fright at 7 months when he caught sight of the baby turning around in your gut. The impression of its body making itself visible through your flesh. His eye twitched as you laughed your ass off.

Donnie’s tech helped you a lot. You never had to leave the lair for a sonography. Ultimately, you both decided it was best to give birth at an underground city hospital. They were better equipped to handle a mutant/human birth than Donnie was.

The day finally came, when you were playing video games with Mikey in the rec room. Despite the pain, a strange relief came over you when your water broke and you began going into labor. The boys scrambled like you’d never seen them do before.

“That’s a membrane rupture! Code red! This is not a drill, I repeat, THIS IS NOT A DRILL,” Donnie barked.

“Omigoshomigoshomigoshomigosh!”

“I’m not ready! I’m SO not ready,” Leo yelped as he fell to his knees clutching his head in his hands.

“Boys! Fall in!!! We need to call an ambulance, STAT,” Raph commanded as he ran into the rec room from the kitchen, attempting to dial 911 on a sponge.

A few painful days later, the delivery was a success and at last, you gave birth to a healthy baby boy. As soon as you gained enough of your senses back and they handed him to you, you fell in love.

He was 7 pounds and his skin was a pale green. On his little chest there appeared to be patches of thick skin. As you ran your finger gently down these patches you realized that this was his own tiny plastron. You assumed it would harden as he got older but you wondered just how much, since he was only half turtle. Now that you got a better look, you noticed that his plastron was a slightly different color then the rest of his skin.

You slipped your fingers down between his back and the swaddle. The skin on his back felt a different texture as well. It also curved, which confirmed that you were touching his shell. From its firm yet squishy texture, your immediately thought was ‘Oh! Donnie’s the father!?’ But you re-calmed yourself by realizing that maybe his shell just needed some time to harden. He literally just came out of your womb, after all.

You lightly caressed the back of his bulbous little head, which was sided by tiny little ears. Much smaller than human ears. To your surprise, your son had been blessed with five fingers instead of the three his father had. You counted each tiny one, gently pressing your thumb on the back of each of them. He only had a slight bump for a nose with no visible nostrils. He wriggled and cooed in your loving grasp as you placed a kiss on his forehead. You’d never seen anything so unique, so special, so wondrous in your entire life.

A nurse must’ve tipped off the boys because, at that moment, they all piled in to see their new potential son.

“There he is!” Leo gasped his voice cracking with amazement.

“Omigosh!”

“That’s the most adorable hybrid I’ve ever laid eyes on,” Donnie gushed.

“Awww, look at him! Look at the little baby boy,” Raphs speech devolved into baby talk gibberish, after this.

Leo and Mikey took turns running their fingers down your sons silky cheeks, tears lining their eyes. Each turtle held him, passing him around carefully. It was a lovely sight. But as you watched them dote upon your baby, the actualization you’d been stalling finally came upon you.

This was it. One of these mutant men was your baby daddy and you were about to find out which.

Each turtle gave their blood samples and had a oral swab that very day. (You’d all decided to get both tests done just to be extra sure.) The same was done to the baby. Nobody was allowed to peek at the results till you handed them off to a bakery, along with a list of each turtle’s name and corresponding color. You’d ordered the bakers to read the paternity test results and bake a cake with the color/father matching them. Then to ice the cake in white and not give a description of the cakes color in your receipt.

A week later, the Daddy Reveal Party was in full swing. You’d dreaded it as it neared, but you’d always known this day was coming. So, you put up a brave, nonchalant front. Raph brought out the cake with a cutter and placed them on the table in front of you. You sat there, with your newborn son in your lap, taking deep breaths. The milky white cake did look delicious. But you weren’t sure how long that would last….

“YES! We finally get see that I won,” Leo boasted, unapologetically.

“Oh-ho, I doubt that,” Donnie tsked, “I’ve been using ways to up my swimmer count the whole time. Me and my little man know who the winner is!”

“Ewww, bro,” Mikey whined at Donnie’s comment.

“I dunno,” Raph spoke up from his seat, arms wrapped behind his head, “that baby looks pretty big to me. Like his old man.”

“I’m just glad the little guy came into this world OK,” Mikey confessed, softly rubbing the baby’s tiny head. But then he hastily added, “But, no, I totally won the challenge, baby! Me and Mikey Jr. have an emotional connection!”

You grabbed the cutter. “How about we just find out,” you suggested, eager to get it over with.

“Ho, ooooohhh, yeah,” Leo cheered.

“Bring it on,” encouraged Mikey.

Donnie crossed his fingers.

Raph simply nodded at you. He seemed very calm about this. You wondered how in the world he could. Did he peek at the results? Does he know??? You asked yourself frantically.

You looked down at your son. His eyes had opened days before and he peered up at you with innocent curiosity. Even he seemed to be asking who his daddy was. With a final kiss to his cheek, you began gingerly cutting into the pastry. You felt a sweat drop fall down your temple.

You could tell every turtle was holding his breath. You looked at each of them, secretly telling them that you loved them all dearly and that part of you always would. But you still couldn’t allow your emotions to flow naturally till you got the answer, yourself.

Alas, the piece was cut. The only thing left to do was lift it up from the cake.

You gave one last look to your suitors. Who was your man? Was it The Cyclone? The Phantom of the Sewer Pipes? Your Little First Timer? Or your beloved Twinkle Toes?

Now, holding your own breath, you lifted up the piece. You involuntarily scrunched your eyes shut. The boys all ‘OOOOOOOH-ed’, the loudest you’d ever heard them.

You dared to open a single eye to see what the uproar was about and…..

Chapter Text

On your cake cutter sat a perfect slice of red velvet.

The three losing turtles continued their round of woeful ‘ooohs’ as Raph gave a little shrug that seemed humble, yet triumphant at the same time. 

“Told ya,” was all he said. 

You stared at Raph, quizzically. Then you checked the rest of the cake for any incriminating marks. It didn’t appear to have been tampered with. Somehow Raph had known all along. But how...?

“That is not fair,” Leo whined.

“Life isn’t fair,” Raph shared wisely as he took the first slice from you. 

Donnie pursed his lips together so hard they turned white, nodding his head slightly. He inhaled sharply through his nose. “Cool, cool, cool. Cool, cool, cool. I guess maybe there is something to be said about being the biggest and the strongest….”

Raph chomped down on his first bite of cake, taking his time to savor it. Raph cut you a slice and placed it in front of you on the table. 

"We'll congrats, Raph. Guess sometimes looks aren't deceiving," Mikey confessed.

"You're too kind baby bro," Raph thanked through mouthfuls of red velvet cake.

You began eating your slice distracted by the boy's conversation. You didn't expect Raph winning to annoy them, like this. Maybe it was just too obvious for the leader to win? 

Being lost in thought caused you to clumsily drop some cake onto your baby's face. You watched holding your breath as your son used his tongue to lick the small amount of cake into his mouth. You hastily put down the fork and tried to use your free index finger to try to fish it back out. After all, the baby didn't even have-

"Ow!"

The boys stopped talking as their attention turned to you. You yanked your finger back out of the baby's mouth. Something left a tiny red indent on your finger. You carefully inspected the inside of your baby's mouth to discover that one singular sharp tooth had just begun protruding from his upper gums. 

You couldn't believe it. Raph must've looked for the telltale tooth before the reveal party. You suddenly felt dazed from the shock. Looking around the room, the feeling was mutual between you and 3/4 of the brothers.

This seemed to flatter Raph's ego. "Uh-oh," he cooed at his son, "you bit Mommy. You're on a big time out, mister."

The challenge was finally over. The boys all gave each other a group hug, which melted your heart. They congratulated Raph earnestly and everybody played with the baby

“Why don’t you and Y/n take the baby home tonight?” Leo coaxed Raph.

“Heh, yea, I guess I should,” Raph agreed with a sheepish smile. Then he locked eyes with you for what you suppose Leo felt like too long.

“We’ll go ahead and leave you two alone for now. Come on boys, let’s not be sore losers.”

Mikey kissed the baby’s head. “Goodnight, nephew,” he said.

“See ya, Lil Raph,” Donnie waved. 

After taking the subway to your apartment Raph had a small confession to make.

“I actually had a dream about you last night.”

“You did? What was it like?”

    ___________________

Raph was lounging in a luxurious daybed, lined with the softest satin and silk pillows. The scent of black musk incense filled his nostrils and the sweet taste of the finest chocolate truffles was airy and mousse-like on his tongue. He gazed into your eyes as you fed them to him, seductively. 

"How are you liking the truffles?" you asked, holding a box of them, wearing expensive looking pink lingerie. 

"They're delicious, keep 'em comin'," Raph demanded.

A new hand, the same flesh tone as yours crept around Raph's face and stuffed a strawberry into his mouth.

"More fruit?" On the opposite side of Raph sat another you, clad in equally fancy red lingerie. 

"Don't mind if I do," Raph replied coyly.

"Am I rubbing too hard?" a third you with black lingerie asked from below Raph where you were massaging his feet. 

"Nah, you're doing just fine," Raph consoled your second doppelganger as he relaxed into the daybed. He let the combination of all these tantalizing senses along with the smooth R&B beat of the music carry him away.

Let me lick you up and down till you say stop

Let me play with your body, baby, make you real hot

Let me do all the things you want me to do

Cause tonight baby, I wanna get freaky with you

Nothing could've made this moment more perfect.

"Oh, Raph? Would you like a 'pickle wickle'?"

The music suddenly slowed to a halt.

"What?"

The pink clad you spoke up again. "I said; would you like a 'pickle wickle'?"

In the last two words, your eyes gained a deranged quality. They'd somehow instantly yellowed and looked unnatural sitting in their sockets. Not to mention your voice became deeper and slightly garbled.

Something about that phrase felt familiar to Raph and not in a good way. 

He looked to the 'red' and 'black' you's for help. But they were both smiling at him in a peculiar way with that same deranged look in their eyes. 

All three Y/n's necks jerked in the same direction at the same time and snapped back into place just as quickly.

Raph screamed and jumped out of his comfy spot. All three of you turned and followed him, still smiling and glitching.

Raph crawled backwards till the back of his head collided with the wall. The three you's kept glitching until finally their true forms were revealed. Raph was being cornered by not one, not two but three Mrs. Cuddles' all laughing maniacally. Raph couldn't believe he was about to have an orgy with his greatest fear. The way they were closing in on him, it almost seemed like they were still very up for it. 

"No! Stay back! Leave me alone! No!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!"

     ____________________

You loudly busted forth with a wave of laughter so forceful you fell off the couch. Raph watched, rolling his eyes and smiling as he held your son. He appeared to be watching you too with curious, befuddled amusement. 

"I'm surprised you're not over that fear, yet," you confessed.

"I thought I was," Raph confessed right back.

Wiping your tears away, you regained your breath enough to gaze deep into your baby daddy's eyes. With them, he seemed to be saying 'I knew all along because I just knew.' It was only now that you discovered that you'd known all along yourself. The bond between you and Raph was unseverable.  

"We..." you began feeling a hot blush rise up on your face, "we really should name this little nipper."

"I'm good with Raph Jr." 

"Then the others are going to just start calling him 'Junior'," you warned.

"Yea. But I don't want them to ever forget who won."

After a brief moment of consideration you decided to let the winner win. "Raphael Jr. it is."

Raph brought your son over to you and took his place next to you on the couch. Together you admired your child as he did the same right back with those tiny black eyes. Slowly, you and Raph began to cuddle, melting into one another. How you'd longed to return to this cozy home of Raph's warm, sturdy, capable body. Your lips found his as you kissed, hovering over the infant, resting securely in both your grasps.

    ______________________

   
            One Year Later

You'd always marveled at the staying power of memes. But this one was a real doozy.

Turns out April's TurtleHippo meme got popular. Like crazy popular. Like if-you-thought-Baby-Shark-was-bad-get-load-a-this-shit popular. There were animated shorts, then a cartoon tv show and now the rumors were that there was a movie in the works. The Thanksgiving Day parade curators asked April to use her character for a float. The pop star assigned to this float was one you'd never heard of. You were just glad you were invited to ride it alongside Raph in his TurtleHippo costume. 

You'd never been a part of the parade before and the experience was unlike anything you'd ever done. The music, the crowds and celebration, it was like a great big party in the street. You wished the other boys would have joined you but Raph was the only one allowed being the title character and all. You blended in with the other float riders all dressed in their bright yellow safari outfits. 

"So, what's it like to date a celebrity?" Raph asked on his break between waving and dancing for the public. 

"You sound like Leo," you teased him.

"I don't sound like Leo," Raph disagreed, "Now I sound like Leo," he said scrunching up his voice in his throat, crossing his eyes and making his voice slightly nasally, "Ho-ooooooooh yeah!"

"Uh, Raph...?" You whispered, hastily pointing to the camera recording you both.

Raph snapped right into the hot, new dance the kids learned from the internet, trying his best to look innocent.

Back home at the lair, Leo had seen and heard everything. He and the others were watching the parade footage live as they babysat Raph Jr. 

"Salt in the wound, brother?!" Leo groaned with jealousy.

"It's ok Leo, someday you'll get internet famous," Mikey reassured him.

"Yea, the general public has no taste, anyway. As you can see," Donnie gestured to the tv. 

"Hey! Don't badmouth Raph in front of his kid," Mikey pleaded.

"Hey can't understand us yet," Donnie responded.

Raph junior simply teethed away at his toys with his snaggle tooth which had grown surprisingly large over just a year.

This was it, the big moment.

The TurtleHippo float was about to reach the Macy's storefront where the theme song was meant to be televised to the whole nation. You gulped going over the choreography in your head. 

"Don't worry," Raph reassured you, "you'll do just fine."

The float stopped right in front of the several rows of news cameras. Camera phone lights flashed all over the surrounding crowds as they quieted, awaiting the performance. You knew what was going to happen next. Raph would walk to the center stage of the float and lip sync. You'd follow and pretend to try to catch him with a net. Jeesh, who came up with this? you wondered.

You bravely followed close behind Raph as he found his mark. Together you faced the world about to do something really silly that you hoped you wouldn't look back and cringe at. But at least it was fun. For a hot second you held your breath and waited for the silly music to shake your ear drums. 

Suddenly, Raph knelt down.

The familiar first notes of your all time favorite love song filled the air around you. You looked around, confounded, still holding your net at the ready. Then you looked to Raph for some explanation for what was going on. Boy, did you get it alright.

There, before you, was Raph down on one knee holding out an open box with the most perfect ring you'd ever seen nestled inside. The look of adoration he was giving you clashed hysterically with this ridiculous costume and yet, it still felt genuine.

You dropped the net, covering your mouth from sheer disbelief. You held your heart with the other hand or else you felt it would fly away. 

The crowd screamed with surprise and delight. A televised mutant/human proposal was clearly not expected to be seen on thier Turkey Day but they seemed all for it. Scattered cheers began ringing forth for them. 

The same amount of pandemonium erupted in the lair. 

"WHAT?!"

"Wow!"

"Holy sh-!"

"Ssssh!! Donnie! The kid!"

"He can't understand me, Mikey!!!"

"Guys! Shut it! You'll miss Y/n's answer!"

"Y/n, love of my life, mother of my child, will you marry me?"

You wished you could've seen your beloved's face saying these words to you through the downpour of tears (But that was ok, since a million cameras were on you, catching this beautiful moment). All you could do was nod your head. 

At this, the cheers volume increased. Raph stood back up and placed the ring upon the finger of your shaking right hand. Then Raph took that hand in his as he led you into a slow dance to your song. The rest of the crew on the float applauded as you swayed together to the music. This moment was so surreal and romantic that you hardly believed you weren't dreaming. Your mind wanted to bombard Raph with questions about how he convinced people to let him do this. But your heart wanted nothing more than to just be with him in this perfect moment. 

The two of you teetered a little as the float began moving again but your fave love song continued, so you kept dancing. It felt as if the onward moment of the parade was carrying you into the next beautiful chapter of your life with Raphael. 

Back home at the lair the boys cheered for you. 

Mikey held Raph Jr. up to the tv. 

"You see that? That's your mommy and daddy," Mikey said slowly and pointed to the tv.

Raph Jr. looked right at the screen. After a few moments of recognition, the toddler uttered something.

"Dad-jeh.." cooed Raph Jr.

Mikey's eyes bulged from their sockets as the other boys straightened up. They all cooed right back at him with fresh tears forming in their eyes.

"Aww, Junior," Leo squeaked.

"Omigosh..."

"Great," Donnie choked, "now everyone's a mess," he said sniffing back happy tears. 

They couldn't wait to tell you about the news but everybody wished that perfect day would never end.

Chapter Text

On your cake cutter sat a perfect slice of blue velvet.

“YES, YES, YES, YES, YES!!!!!!”

Leo was positively beside himself with pure hubristic glee.

“In YOUR face, in YOUR face and in YOUR face,” Leo danced around pointing directly into each of his brothers' stunned mugs. The others slowly slumped over in various positions of defeat. Not only had they lost the challenge, but it was dawning on them that they’d never hear the end of Leo’s bragging. 

You looked down at your son. As he looked back at you, you noticed that there were two very slight marks around his eyes. Exactly where Leo’s stripes were on his face. 

Your gaze followed Leo as he continued bouncing off the walls and ceiling. When you looked back at your son it was through eyes wet with happy tears. 

“That’s your daddy’s usual behavior,” you told your baby boy with a mock sigh, “you’ll get used to it.”

The challenge was finally over. The boys all gave each other a group hug, which melted your heart. They congratulated Leo earnestly and everybody played with the baby. 

“Why don’t you and Y/n take the baby home tonight?” Raph coaxed Leo. 

“Heh, yeah, I guess I should,” Leo agreed with a sheepish smile. Then he locked eyes with you for what you supposed Raph felt like too long.

“We’ll go ahead and leave you two alone for now. Come on boys, let’s not be sore losers.”

Mikey kissed the baby’s head. “Goodnight, nephew,” he said.

“See ya, Lil Leo,” Donnie waved. 

After taking the subway to your apartment Leo had a small confession to make.

“I actually had a dream about you last night.”

“You did? What was it like?”

     ______________

A group of thugs walked with guns into an alley with a cocky swagger in their step.

“Alright youse goons,” the short leader ordered, “Take these here drugs. Put em’ into them there guns and hand ‘em off to those gamblin’ prostitutes.”

Suddenly one of them spotted a shadow on the brick alley wall. A lithe shadow with broad frilly shoulders and a familiar pompadoured head. 

“Lou Jitsu,” one of the thugs gasped.

“Not quite,” responded the shadow before its owner leapt into action from around the corner. 

Leo, donning his father’s iconic 70’s suit, struck his best pose as he freeze framed with the title of his show; ‘New Jitsu’.

Effortlessly, he kicked the guns out of each of the terrified thugs' hands. They all fled in fear except for the short leader, who’d climbed up a tall stack of boxes. He aimed his tommy gun right at Leo.

“Say goodbye, you weirdo wannabe,” he whispered with an evil chuckle.

“Well, that was easy,” Leo said, dusting himself off, unaware of his impending doom. That is, until a second shadow flung in, kicking the short leader square in the face. 

Leo watched the leader smack flat against the opposite brick wall, stuck there like a wad of used gum. Atop the stacked boxes was a different shadow. It gracefully climbed down and stepped into the light. 

You stood before Leo in a skin tight spandex ninja femme fatale suit. "New Jitsu... you know, we really gotta stop meeting like this. You not looking around for stragglers. Me saving your ass," you quipped.

"I say, if it's not broke don't fix it," Leo quipped back with a saucy wink. 

"I'm going to fix you if you ruin this evening, for me," you warned as you tied a skirt matching in color around your waist. 

"Hey, we're both after the same thing. Keep the president of Ratropolis and his various items of bling, safe." Leo emphasized the part of the sentence because he knew about your sticky fingered habit.

"No one is safer than they are with me," you promised Leo.

"And you can't get any safer when you're with me, either," Leo approached you, eyes getting sultry. "You know, you oughta consider going good 100% of the time.. I could use a sidekick."

"Yeah, right. No one kicks me to the side, fresh fish," you scoffed, giving Leo your sassy, black gloved hand.

Without changing expressions or breaking eye contact with you, Leo courteously opened the door to the club that had somehow been there the whole time. Noisy dance music and flashing multi-color lights came pouring out of it. 

Inside, amongst the jigging club goers, was the president of Ratropolis (Splinter in khaki shorts, a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses). He bogeyed to the beat as the four, very obviously secret service men stood around him, lighting bobbing their heads to the music. 

"Well, this awkward," Leo had to admit, over the music

"I'll say," you confirmed, "well since we're clearly out of the job, why don't we just... enjoy ourselves?"

Leo's eyes lit up as he looked at you. Without a moment's hesitation he took your hand and spun you around. You leapt, jumped and swung together as perfect as a professional pop music video as the electronic notes pounded.

I think you're hands down out of your mind.

But baby I'm not very far behind.

You like it dirty and I'm not gonna lie...

So do I.. so do I...

Unbeknownst to you and Leo, each of the secret service members began putting their pinkies to their ears one by one.

"GET DOWN MR. PRESIDENT!!!" They all shouted unanimously, slamming 'the president of Ratropolis' to the ground.

The sound of a gunshot jerked Leo awake and out of his dream.

    _________________________

You loudly busted forth with a wave of laughter so forceful you fell off the couch. Leo watched, rolling his eyes and smiling as he held your son who appeared to be watching you, too, with befuddled amusement. 

"You should pitch that to a local network or something," you suggested, coming down from your laughing fit. 

"You know what, I might," Leo agreed, smirking at you.

You rubbed under your son's chin tenderly. He gave a tiny little smile, scrunching the deepening shadow of the red stripes around his eyes. 

"Well, what should we name our boy?" Leo asked.

"Leo Jr.?" 

"Nah, too obvious," Leo said with a shrug.

There was a brief pause before you and Leo locked eyes. Remembering at the same time, that you'd had this conversation already.

"Turbo!" You both shouted triumphantly before giggling and cuddling each other with your infant between you. Your laughter must've been infectious since the baby giggled along with his parents. 

"I think he likes it," you whispered, holding Turbo's tiny head as he yawned and fell into a peaceful sleep. 

You escorted Leo and Turbo into your bedroom where his crib was waiting for him. You watched as Leo swaddled the baby and tucked him in with a little kiss on his forehead. You both tip-toed out of the bedroom back into the living room. 

You and Leo sat on the couch, beaming at each other with shy joy at your first ever family moment. Then a thought nagged at you. 

"What's wrong?" Leo questioned,

"So... that night at Coney Island..."

A twinge of fear flew across Leo's features for a moment. 

"I just wanted to say that... the sex was GREAT."

Leo appeared to deflate with relief. "Uh... really?"

"Yeah," you reassured, then calmed yourself realizing you were almost speaking in a psycho whisper. Clearing your throat you continued.

"I-I mean... I know I said I wanted to leave but I was still up for it. I was only crying because I realized..." you gave a sigh of surrender.

His big eyes never looked brighter and he brought you in tight. You and Leo loved each other from the very start. So much so, you wondered if either of you would ever have to say it. Together you embraced for a long time, feeling all of his inner sweetness. 

"Wait, so, are you saying you liked... that kind of sex?" He asked, pulling back.

You gave a shy grin. "The BDSM community calls it 'consensual non-consent.'"

"Oh... jeez," Leo scratched the back of his neck and blushed, "but are you sure that kind of thing is moral?"

You tried not to sigh. It's just that you'd hoped that Mikey would be the only one you'd have to educate about how kinks and consent worked. But you supposed Leo was worth it since he did win the challenge and he was your baby daddy and all....

"There's a reason why 'consensual' is the first word in this particular kink. All it's doing is acting out a fantasy. It's about relinquishing control to one person, or sometimes multiple people, in a sexual relationship. Are you with me so far?"

"I think so. Power dynamics pretty much make the BDSM scene. Go on," Leo encouraged.

"A scene must always be discussed beforehand between all parties involved and only when mutual trust is established. That way the submissive 'victim' in that scene will feel secure enough to withdraw consent at any time they wish. At which point all play comes to a halt."

"Like... when somebody says the 'safeword'," Leo chimed in.

"Yes! Exactly that," you confirmed. "The dominant 'aggressors' in the scenario will only do what the submissive has chosen and refrain from doing things that the submissive has prohibited. They know that their safety and pleasure are the number one priorities for the dominant."

Leo nodded along to your words but still seemed a bit squeamish. You waited patiently for any more questions or examples he could possibly throw your way. 

"So... what you're telling me is... it isn't non-consensual sex. It's 100% consensual, verbally-agreed-upon-prior-to-the-event sex in disguise as non-consensual sex?"

"Precisely!!! Couldn't have said it better myself, Leon!" You were so proud of him. The others really didn't have any right making fun of him for being 'the dumb one.'   

"Anybody claiming that this particular kink is 'bad' might as well be saying that any other kind of consensual sex is bad," you elaborated. You gave a hearty chuckle, drunk with the relief of being understood. But Leo still remained silent. Any unusual state, for him. 

"But why?" Leo begged after a contemplative pause.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. "Why what?" You shot right back.

"Why..." Leo turned slightly away from you, struggling to maintain eye contact, "do you like that?"

This new, good question took you by surprise. Your expression softened as you slumped down in your seat on the couch. 

"Well... I'm not really sure," you admitted. "But, I can give you this; one thing us subs really love about being sub is the feeling we get from being pushed, bossed, forced, used and commanded. It's a little thing we call 'sub-space.' It's kind of a happy calm we get whenever someone takes control of our pleasure for us." Just thinking about your sub-space gives you a pleasurable feeling deep within the core of your being. Like a warm sunset in the pit of your stomach.  

"Boy, they really do have a name for everything," Leo mused. 

"That they do," you smiled confidently now. "... Do you think maybe we could try it again, sometime?"

Leo gave a sly smirk before answering. "Heck, we can do it now."

"Now?" you smiled despite yourself. "We'd have to do it here on the couch...."

"No worries, I'm game for that if you are," Leo said inching toward you. 

"Okay. How about you try to get me and I pretend to fight back?"

"You're asking me if that's ok?" Leo asked incredulously. 

"This requires consent from all parties, remember?" You reminded him, brimming with glee. 

"Of course, of course, sorry. I'm still new to this," Leo apologized. "You know what? I can do something that might help you relax and get a little more in the mood."

"Oh, yeah? What's that?"

"Ninja accupressure to relax the muscles. And when I say 'relax' I mean, reeeally relax."

This tantalizing offer piqued your curiosity. "Hmm.. How about you hit me with the mild version first and we'll see how I like it."

After agreeing on a safeword, Leo did as you asked and the results were alarmingly effective. You were still perfectly able to move under the effects of the acupressure. But you were remarkably sluggish. So it was easier to pretend to crawl away from Leo before he pinned you. You gave a few mock cries of 'distress' but you were smiling far too big and wide to come off as convincing. In this state you found it so much easier to convince yourself that Leo was acting against your will. That mental smoke and mirrors did wonders for the rest of your body as Leo 'had his way with you'. The orgasm you produced burned with rapturous pleasure all the way up from your toes to every limb and the top of your head. 

    _____________________

            One Year Later

"I can't believe you talked me into this," you told Leo, trying not to look like you were cowering under your sun hat. (You marveled at the fact you needed one in the underground city. You'd have to remember to ask Leo just where the light was coming from, down here.)

You and the boys were taking a vacation in the underground city while April babysat Turbo. Turns out that the underground city had its own version of Coney Island right underneath the original. To your shock, you discovered that this Coney Island never got rid of their Dante's Inferno.

"What?" Leo elbow nudged you. "You should be ecstatic! Now you get to conquer your fears!" 

You gazed over the new yet familiar facade of the ride. It was the same layout you remembered. Only instead of low grade animatronics, actual monsters (or 'mutants' as you now referred to them in these accepting times) jump scared people from various 'trap doors' throughout the front wall. All of these particular mutants had a certain 'hellish' aesthetic to them. One mutant could change his face into a gaping hole bursting with live snakes. Another mutant could open his chest, revealing his internal organs.

"You gotta admit, it beats Spook-O-Rama," Leo quipped, putting a protective arm around you.

"Leo, why are you wearing that shirt?"

Leo looked down at the loud blue button down Hawaiian shirt he'd sported all day, despite the heat. "What? Can't a guy switch up his style every now and then?" He winked at you,flashing his signature grin. 

As you boarded the two-seat cart to the ride with Leo, you had to admit that it at least seemed high tech. No rickety wood panels, here. The padded shoulder harness coming down over your head meant business, though. You clipped the two string ends hanging down from the inner edge of your sun hat and moved it down your back so it hung off your neck. As a bored teenage mutant assigned to seat belt duty came by to check yours, you turned to Leo. 

"I guess it loop-de-loops, or something?"

Leo shrugged nonchalantly. "Only one way to find out!" As he said this, your cart suddenly jerked forward into total darkness as the double doors closed behind you. 

"But what about-"

There was a metallic clunk as the floor directly under your cart flung open like a trap door as you and Leo free fell deep into the Earth.

"GOOOOOOOOOOGLLLLLLLEE!!!?!?!?" You bellowed, unprepared for the fall, feeling the g-force causing your face to squish upward. Leo screamed rather girlishly himself as you plummeted for what felt like miles.

For the length of the fall, your cart landed smoothly. Dipping downward and then began riding forward with increasing velocity. But you still couldn't see a thing. That is until all you could see ahead was a blazing wall of fire. You thought for sure you and Leo were about to burn, feeling it hot on your face as sweat dripped down it. But the wall disappeared just in time for your cart to clear it safely. The nano-second you were out of reach, it reappeared as if it never left. You and Leo exchanged quizzical looks. 

On the right side of your cart, a room lit up. Inside it appeared to be a jungle scene with a live gorilla beating his chest.

"A gorilla?" you scoffed. "That isn't scary."

"Yeah, I don't even think that was a mutant," Leo agreed.

On the left of your cart, almost too fast to catch, you saw a room. In it, a deranged looking fish mutant regarded you as he chopped away at some regular fish on the cutterboard on the counter he stood before. On the shelves behind him were various headless fish bodies and disemboweled organs that pulsated and flopped around helplessly. 

"Cannibalism?" Leo spluttered.

"You got me, that was weird," you shouted back.

Then came a huge random loop-de-loop which would've been more fun if you were able to see it coming.

In the near complete darkness, you spied something coming toward you from above. Some large flying creature was making swipes at you. You asked each other what was happening. You did your best to see. From the look of it, multicolor bioluminescent bat mutants were flying after your cart trying to attack you. 

"Get out!" One shouted. "Get out of our netherworld! You nasty underground city leeches!"

After a few hundred feet, you seemed to lose them.

"Were they doing a bit or were they serious?" Leo asked.

"I have no idea!" You yelled back. 

The next thing you knew, Leo started getting further away from you. You gasped. The cart had split itself in two. Now you and Leo were going at the same speed but on separate paths. 

"Hey, where are you going? Come back here, you Naughty!" Leo teased through very nervous giggles, helplessly reaching out for you. 

"NO! LEEEOOOO!!!!" You screamed as you lost sight of him, heart sinking to your toes.

Your cart dipped downward into a drop. You descended through a tunnel with glow in the dark HUGE demon faces of various neon colors. They moaned and groaned as if they were being tortured. 

There was far too little space between you and them for you to feel comfortable. Thankfully, all of the faces were at least on the same side of the tunnel. You leaned as far to the left as you could to keep clear. The last face, almost as if he'd anticipated you'd do that, stuck his unnaturally long tounge out in front of him. Your unsuspecting face smacked right into it. It was slippery and oddly cold. You sputtered and spit and shook your face of excess saliva. 

You were so busy being grossed out that you almost failed to notice Leo's half of the cart pulling back up to reunite with yours.

"Fancy meeting you here!" Leo flirted.

"Pfffft," you spat, making sure none of what you were just forced to encounter got in your mouth. "Yeah, how 'bout that?" was all you could muster as a response. But you were relieved that you'd gotten your baby daddy back. 

You careened past a mutant who appeared to be strapped to the wall with spotlights on him. You couldn't quite tell what he was. But he seemed to be a mishmash of different animal body parts. Like a strange mutant Frankenstein.

"Help me!" he begged, "I just wanna find my way home!"

Just as you were certain that you'd gone at least 20 miles in a very short period of time since you'd boarded this nightmare, your cart dipped down again slightly and began ascending. Just as fast as you'd descended earlier. You weren't sure if this was better or whose then falling. You and Leo screamed your lungs out till you finally started moving forward again. You swung right past yet another gorilla, beating his chest proudly.

"Another one? What is it with these?" you wondered out loud.

By the time you made it back to the underground city sun and you stepped off the ride, you could've kissed the ground. 

"Well, that was a REAL trip," Leo gushed as you sat waiting for the harness to unlock. "I bet you it was better than the version that used to haunt you."

"I think your definition of 'better' differs from mine, Leon..."

Then the uncomfortable truth that you were already underground when you entered the underground city and had just been even further beneath the surface of the Earth hit you. You were grateful for the experience but you were also ready to create as much space between yourself and the ride as possible. However, as you were released and, shakily, rose up from your seat-

"Excuse me, Miss, but I believe you've dropped this..."

You turned toward this gruff, formal sounding voice and froze when you saw whom it belonged to. 

You were staring directly into the face of the red demon from the old Coney Island facade. He was the spitting image, only come to life. Red skin, sharp teeth, little horns, long folded wings and weird ears shaped like fish fins. He was handing you your sun hat (which you guess fell off during the ride) and he had a kind expression on his face. But you still broke out into a cold sweat.

"Oh, look at that!" Leo blurted with delight. "You must be Dante!"

"Indeed I am," the demon answered with modest pride.

"I'm Leo, this here's Y/n. She's known you from the old top-side version of your ride, most of her life. Isn't that right, Y/n?"

You came very close to giving a cordial response. Unfortunately, the confusion forced your delayed fight or flight reaction to re-trigger itself.

You sprinted away from Dante, your hat and Leo, screeching like a petrified little teapot. 

Leo's face fell as Dante cocked an eyebrow.

"Was it something I said?" he asked Leo.

Later, after you'd caught your breath from running, you and Leo sat at the porch of an ice cream parlor splitting a waffle cone sundae he treated you.

"That last Frankenstein monster was probably an actor," you confessed to Leo.

"Yea, his acting was terrible," he conquered. 

"I just have one question about tall, dark and creepy back there. Did he say his name was 'Dante'?"

"Yeah," Leo shrugged.

"Wasn't Dante the name of the writer of the epic 'Dante's Inferno'?"

Leo blinked. "It's a story?" He asked as you tried not to lovingly roll your eyes. "Must be a coincidence, then."

"Or he just goes by that to the general public," you suggested. "Thanks for the grub, this is great," you praised through mouthfuls of the freshest version of your favorite flavor you'd ever tasted.

"It's the least I could do after my little misjudgement back there. I'm just worried about what you're going to say to my next offer..."

"Next offer?" You echoed.

Leo remained silent as his big, expressive eyes lingered on you. You always knew that when he goes quiet, shit's about to get real. Then, he slowly sank, disappearing under the table. Your eyes widened in shock. You knew this fool was NOT about to try to perform oral sex on you in public. Or did you? 

He stood up from under the table, dramatically. Suddenly, he had a saxophone, yes a whole ass saxophone, holstered around his torso. His shirt had also been hastily unbuttoned.  Leo declared;

"Y/n, you are the most unforgettable, lovable, kindest, most super mega sexy awesome hot woman I've ever met. Will you....."

Leo flung open his shirt to reveal the words "MARRY ME" in blue sharpie on his plastron. He then attempted to play Careless Whisper on the sax, getting every other note wrong.

With superb timing, Raph, Donnie and Mikey all showed up behind Leo. They did a well practiced sexy back-up dance as Leo played (which Donnie was making pained expressions at the whole time).

This attracted much attention from the other park-goers. But you hardly noticed as you blushed at this very heartfelt and silly gesture. You weren't sure what else to expect from someone like Leo. But you knew in your heart that if you accepted his offer, you'd never stop having one of a kind moments like this. 

"Yes."

The others laughed, wooed and clapped as you and Leo embraced. He picked you up and spun you around making your body feel what your heart felt. There was no place else you'd rather be in the world then right next to your Leo for good.

"I love you," you told him, gazing into his eyes as closely as you did the first day you danced together in private.

"I love you, too," Leo said, eyes rimming with happy tears as he nuzzled his forehead into yours.

Raph wiped away a tear as Mikey patted him on the shell and gave him a tissue.

"Yes, yes, that's all very nice. But I'm expecting my saxophone back and cleaned by tonight," Donnie demanded as everyone else ignored him.

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On your cake cutter sat a perfect slice of purple cake.

"YES!!! Wooohoooooooo!!!! Brains over brothers 7 days a week, baby!!!!" Donnie wasted no time busting into his happy dance, living up to his online handle. The others slowly slumped over in various positions of defeat. Not only had they lost the challenge, but it was dawning on them that they’d never hear the end of Donnie’s bragging. 

You looked down at your son. You ran your index finger lightly down his soft shell. Now, you knew for sure it would never harden. You made a mental note to be extra careful handling him and watching him around the house. Although, you wondered if you would have to... He was likely to inherit his fathers intelligence at some point. The only question was when. You suddenly found yourself worried about how Sheldon would take this news. Donnie was still quite busy having a one turtle party in front of the three losers. You decided to bring it up once he was all partied out. 

The challenge was finally over. The boys all gave each other a group hug, which melted your heart. They congratulated Donnie earnestly and everybody played with the baby. 

“Why don’t you and Y/n take the baby home tonight?” Raph coaxed Donnie.

“Heh, yeah, I guess I should,” Donnie agreed with a sheepish smile. Then he locked eyes with you for what you supposed Raph felt like too long.

“We’ll go ahead and leave you two alone for now. Come on boys, let’s not be sore losers,” Raph coaxed.

Mikey kissed the baby’s head. “Goodnight, nephew,” he said.

“See ya, Lil Donnie,” Leo waved. 

After taking the subway to your apartment Donnie had a small confession to make.

“I actually had a dream about you last night.”

“You did? What was it like?”

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The windows gleamed a mysterious orange hue on a mountain-side palace made of purple marble. The loyal, royal subjects all took refuge inside on this stormy night. Left with nothing else to do but cater to their master...

Donnie sat upon his throne gazing down at his man-servant brothers.

Mikey held his meticulously decorated fruit salad platter at the ready. Raph was using a feather duster as a broom. Leo stood behind the throne, fanning Donnie with a giant fern leaf. 

"Ugh, really Donnie? Purple marble? So tacky..." Leo quipped.

"SILENCE, knave!" Donnie commanded, "before I put thee on mop duty.

"Good thing that'll be forever from now," Leo mumbled under his breath, watching the poor Dream Version of Raph getting puzzled over why the dust kept moving around instead of getting neatly swept up into the pan. 

"HUSH!!!" Donnie demanded again, turning the music up on his sound system as he watched you. As Donnies personal exotic dancer, you wore a very skimpy outfit and shook your hips seductively to the pounding base.

Aim, pull the trigger

Feel the pain getting bigger

Go insane from the bitter feeling

Trippin' super psycho love

Donnies eyes washed hungrily over your gyrating form. "Raphael, it's almost bedtime. Fetch Y/n and I some rose petals from the greenhouse," he ordered haughtily.

"Duh, ok Boss. Hope I do not eat them like last time. Dah, hah, hah, HAH," Raph shuffled off in the wrong direction as his laugh echoed through the halls.

"Mikey, have our dessert served at the bedside table and Leo...."

"Oh, no. PLEASE don't make me do it."

"Leooooo," Donnie warned.

Leo slumped to the nearby mahogany clothes hanger and retrieved the luxurious purple dragon robe. Donnie took the most dramatic T pose ever as Leo draped the robe over his shoulders. 

"Fantastic! Now by gone with ye! Let Y/n and I have some alone time."

Leo stomped away, humiliated, to his servant chambers. You slung onto your side, sultrily in front of Donnie on the blood red shag carpet at the base of the throne.

"I can't wait for Raph to find the green house..." you moaned as you undid your wrap-around bra, keeping eye contact with Donnie. Your breasts fell lusciously free before him as he took in the tasty sight. "I need you now, my liege."

"The petals will enhance our love making," insisted the mauve monarch, "for you are my precious flower and must be treated only as such and amongst your own ilk."

"Please," you begged, crawling up Donnie muscular shin. "Let my recieve you, my lord. Right here. Right now." 

Donnie couldn't resist allowing you to climb up into his lap to straddle him. You kissed and frenched each other desperately. Donnie smooched and bit his way down your neck to your chest as you spoke between mischievous giggles.

"Oh, Donnie, Donnie-"

"Donnie!" Raphs voice echoed in Donatello's ears, exploding him awake and out of his beautiful dream. Donnie could still feel the warmth it brought him on his okra skin as he sat up in bed. 

"Goddamnit, Raph," he groaned, trying to push the confusion over hearing his brother's voice come out of your mouth far, far to the back of his mind. "What is it?"

"Don't you remember?" Raph asked from the doorway. "'The Baby Daddy Reveal Party' is today. Better get moving." 

Donnie plopped his head back down on his pillow the second Raph was out of sight.
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You loudly busted forth with a wave of laughter so forceful you fell off the couch. Donnie watched, rolling his eyes and smiling as he held your son. He appeared to be watching you too with curious, befuddled amusement. 

"Poorly timed wet dream," Donnie concluded.

"You mean perfectly timed," you wheezed, blinking away tears. "Hey, Donnie... did you ever really cheat?" 

Donnie blushed and shifted in his seat next to you on the couch. "I... did start taking vitamin supplements back when the challenge started."

You straightened up and leaned toward him.

"But, honestly; I kinda forgot to keep taking them once it really got rolling."

"How come?" You asked.

"I..." Donnie avoided eye contact, "I got too distracted by... you coaching me to stop thinking so much."

You waited a few beats and made to embrace him but then he added;

"And... my feelings for you."

His eyes slowly, bashfully met yours. This clashed with the speed and urgency your lips met with. Remaining mindful of the infant between you. You pulled away from each other's lips, gazing into each other's eyes as you both held the baby who casually babbled at his parents.

"So, what should we name this little turtle tyke?" You asked dreamily.

Donnie shot you a sneaky grin that made you wonder what was up with him.
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One Year Later

Halloween Night in The Village. You wouldn't choose to be anywhere else in the world on the best night of the year. You and Donatello joined a charity group called MHFA (Mutant/Human Families Of America) and were manning their float in the Halloween Night parade. 
As you stood there next to him in that romani inspired corset dress and he wore the outfit he'd already worn so often with you in private, you should've known the float was going to wind up a Phantom of the Opera one. 
What you weren't expecting was to land the spot directly behind the yearly Thriller flash mob and have to perform your own televised musical number. You hoped Donnie appreciated how much you were willing to fight your stage fright so that you could act out one of his biggest fantasies with him in the name of charity. 
Designed to look like a stage, the float was round and relatively simple. You appreciated that the fire pit in the middle of the floor was fake. The part giving you pause was the double set of wooden stairs connected by a bridge you had to meet Donnie in the middle of. Not to mention the float jerked a little when it began moving again...

"You realize that's a pretty tough act to follow," you whispered urgently to Donnie as you watched gyrating crowd of 'zombies' ahead of you. 

"Don't worry," Donnie reassured you as he made sure his half mask was secure in his compact mirror, "that's why we've been practicing thrice daily for 6 weeks." 

"I just hope our son is doing ok at home with the boys," you responded.

"C'mon, little Othello Von Ryan," Mikey cooed at his nephew in the lair as he scooped him out of his crib and entered the living room.

"Isn't he supposed to be asleep," Raph asked scarfing down handfuls of popcorn as he watched the parade from the couch with Leo.

"Little guy was already awake," Mikey said, "found him staring at that Trigonomics book Donnie left in his crib."

"We REALLY shouldn't have let Donnie win, guys," Leo groaned. 

Just then Sheldon came flying in from Donnie's room. "It's not like he's my REAL brother, or anything," he remarked snidely.

Mikey gasped as he covered where Othello Von Ryan's ear would be. "Sheldon! Sssshhh, you never know what his still growing mind will pick up."

"Scoff," Sheldon responded, rolling his eyes. (Saying the sound instead of making it just like his father.?

"It's starting," Raph shooshed as his brother and sister in law appeared on the TV screen.

"You have come here," Donnie began singing, clearly drinking up the ocean of fresh eyes upon him.
"In pursuit of your deepest urge
In pursuit of that wish which till now
Has been silent
Silent."

As he hammed it up, you kept your actors' composure. After all, you'd had a lot of practice with your one on one role plays at home by now. You inwardly bemoaned the fact that your boyfriend was such a drama queen. Still... there was something about the flames (although fake) reflecting off his sincere black eyes. The way the corners of his mouth tipped up when he looked at you. (And damn! he working the fuck outta that cape.) The Phantom act may have been fake but the lustful yearning was real. You felt a blush rise up all over your face and shoulders. Now, you understood what this was about. Donnie was publicly buttering you up. For the first time in a long while, you let yourself get lost in the meaning of his words.

"Past the point of no return
No backward glances
Our games of make-believe are at an end.
Past all thought of if or when
No use resisting
Abandon thought and let the dream descend." Donnie continued.

You tried not to look too aroused and embarrassed as he continued his portion of the song and, lightly, clasped your neck as he sung.

"What raging FIRE shall flood the soul
What rich desire unlocks it's door
What sweet seduction lies before us?
Past the point of no return
The final threshold
What warm unspoken secrets
Will we learn
Beyond the point of no return?"

You began your portion of the song, as Donnies gaze drew you in. Like he'd forgotten the crowd. You were surprised at how you failed to notice his improvement at acting. He'd somehow gone from hammy drama diva to stoic, coordinated, suavity as he watched you sing. This was a side of him you seldom got to see. The effect on you was hypnotic. 

"You have brought me
To that moment where words run dry
To that moment where speech disappears into silence...
Silence.
....
Past the point of no return
No going back now
Our passion play has now at last begun
Past all thought of right or wrong
One final question
How long should we two wait before we're one?
When will the blood begin to race?
The sleeping bud bursts into bloom?
When will the flames at last consume us?"

You began climbing the spiral stairs with a mild twinge of fear. But you kept your eyes on Donnies. Who's slow, sure movements as he ascended, holding eye contact, with you got you out of your mind and back into your luscious desires. Your heart swelled as Donnie began singing with you. This was unlike anything you imagined this performance would like. There was truly nothing but the two of you, in that perfect moment.

" Past the point of no return
The final threshold.."

Letting go of everything but your emotions you nearly swooned as Donnie took charge and dipped you. (Which was NOT how he'd meticulously choreographed it.) 

"The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn...."

Somehow you'd managed to hit that high note while in the wild new position. Donnie pulled you back up and held your back thrush against his front, dragging your hands along your own body as you sung the last line together. 

"We've passed the point of no return."

Your heart felt like a chocolate chip cookie with the chips still melting. Donnie pulled you out of your mind without having to even tell you so. He snuck his way in and took over for you. It was such a sweet gesture and you were so proud of how well he'd learned. You were kinda bashful that you didn't take your own advice in the first place. But only for a split second before letting your heart take over again. 
After planting a few kisses on the side of your neck, Donnie began singing again.

"Say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime
Lead me, save me from my solitude..."

This wasn't scripted either. You wondered if you'd somehow forgotten an entire portion of rehearsal. 
Donnie got in front of you and took your hand in both of his. You tried to not look confused for the sake of the televised viewership. You couldn't help but break character as Donnie looked deep into your eyes as he sang. Suddenly taking a knee, he sang;

"Say you want me with you here, beside you
Anywhere you go, let me go, too
Y/n, that's all I ask of you."

He opened a little white satin box, revealing a ring. You lost all sense of character and immediately placed your hand over your mouth, as your knees almost gave out. The blush returned as the crowd cheered. 

"Alright, bro!"

"Woooooooo!!!"

"Go get 'er, DonTron," the boys all cheered back in the lair as they watched it all play out on the tv screen.

".... Well, Y/n? Will you marry me?" Donnie asked.

With your hand still clasped tightly across your mouth, you blinked through happy tears as you nodded. 
Donnie's grin widened farther than you'd ever seen it, as he stood back up and placed his ring on your hand. The crowd's cheers rose louder. 
You embraced Donnie tighter than you'd ever hugged anyone. He returned it with a kiss that he held as he swung you off your feet, spinning you around. Between the movement and the tears you couldn't see anything but Donnie, your future. Which was likely one where he'd keep trying to one up this day with more grand romantic gestures. But as you retrieved your bearings and looked around, you realized 'eh, why not?' You and Donnie waved as the float began moving again. Your grip on each other helping to keep both of you steady. 

Mikey wiped away a tear and sniffed. "You see that?" He said to his nephew sitting in his lap, "Your mommy and daddy love each other."

Othello Von Ryan craned his neck up at the large tv with a neutral expression. 

As the boys all relaxed into their fawning positions over the romance they'd just witness, they all stiffened when they heard your sin utter his first word.

"Superlative."

Four pairs of masked turtle eyes widened with shock.

"Tsssh, whatever," said Sheldon.