I Love It

*Leo telling at him*

"STOP THROWING THINGS! PUT MIKEY DOWN! I SWEAR TO GOD PICASSO!!"

*Splinter talking to him*

"Picasso my son, you must control your temper."

*When the boys find something broken*

"NO PICASSO!!" "CAN PICASSO NOT SMASH FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE?!"

Do you have any Raph headcanons? I don't really know what to specify, just anything would be super cool! (I love your writing and reading through your blog, keep up the good work!!!)

((Thanks so much, this is the best I can do right now.))

-Raphael sleeps with one leg hanging off the bed. For body temperature regulation purposes. Maybe an arm will be included.

-He has an old stash of **magazines** under his mattress. Amazing what people throw away.

-His favorite food (besides pizza) is Enchiladas. I feel like he’d have a taste for spicy things…Mexican food in general??

-He sometimes thinks about how the rest of his brothers’ names ends with an “o” and his doesn’t. It makes him feel like he stands out, but not entirely in the weird, outstandish way. If the shoe fits…

-Raphael sure was the bullying-type of brother when he was younger, but quickly grew out of that after he hurt Donnie’s feelings a little too much. He got in sooo much trouble with Splinter and learned his lesson real fucking quick, though he naturally regretted doing it even before his punishment.

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Gotta say, tbh, yesterday I was touching up a client's hair while they relaxed and all I could think about was riding tf out of Leo or being pinned down by Donnie. 😣😩

And I don't regret shit.😄😆😳😘

Oh God it really is 😂😅

I love characters who can strike fear into the hearts of their friends simply by uttering the words: “Hey, I have an idea.”

I CAN'T FUCKING BREATHE 😂😂😂

“What did you do today gabby”

haha

nothing important

I PROMISE

TMNT

Mikey x Reader

So I felt like writing something depressing because we all need a little turtle love but some of us just need it differently. Sending my love to those of you with depression <3 Hope yall like it :)

Trigger Warning: Suicide, self harm, bullying, and depression.  

Your life had always been bland and empty, it was something you’d learned to live with for as long as you could remember. That was… until you had met them. The turtles were the only people you had ever met who had ever given two shits about you. Your parents had neglected you for most of your life and the only friend you’d ever had had moved overseas to Ireland. The only good luck you’d had in your whole seventeen years was meeting the turtles two years ago.

They’d brought happiness into your world and made you feel human for the first time in your life, but out of all of them Mikey had helped you the most. You admire his strength and ability to lighten the mood, it had helped you on numerous occasions.

You really needed that today.

It was your birthday and as usual it seemed to be a day of torture. Every year something would happen to remind you that it was just another year people had to tolerate you and that you had to live through their torment. This time one of the girls in your foods class, who’d been partnered with you to take care of the laundry, had made a point of spilling bleach on you when the teacher wasn’t in the room.

She had pointed at you with a smirk and laughed. “Well maybe that will clean you up you filthy fat whore,” she’d announced, and the whole class laughed along with her.

You didn’t waste a second as you grabbed your backpack and ran out of the room to the sound of the whole class chanting, “(Y/N)’s a whore, (Y/N)’s a whore!”

Tears clouded your vision until you no longer knew where you were going, but you didn’t care, not anymore, there was no more reason to. At one point you caught sight of your reflection as you were passing a store window, bringing you to a halt. You looked awful. Your favorite dark orange shirt was already fading to white in messy splotches and so were your skinny jeans. Your beautiful (h/c) hair was covered in the nasty chemical making it crusty and plain out gross as it dripped from the tips onto the sidewalk, but the stench was the worst part. You saw a lady give you a disgusted look as she passed by and you ducked your head in shame before diving into the nearest alleyway and lifting up the closest manhole cover. During your time with the turtles your strength had grown and lifting the covers had became second nature.

You ran through the sewers as the memories flooded your vision. (Y/N)’s a whore! (Y/N)’s a whore! (Y/N)’s a whore!

“I’m a stupid fat whore…”

The words were barely a whisper, but the second they fell from your lips fresh tears fell in turrets and you had to stop moving as sobs racked your body. Why? Why did everyone need to remind you how useless you were? You knew no one cared, you’d accepted the fact a long time ago, no one loved you enough to care if you were gone. The thoughts and sobbs lasted only a few minutes before you took a few shaky breaths to calm yourself and continued walking.

When you arrived at the front doors to the lair you stopped. You wiped your eyes to make sure there were no remaining tears staining your cheeks for them to discover before you took another deep breath and walked in.

The first thing you noticed upon entering was that the lair was warm and smelled like pizza. You heard laughing to your left and looked up the small set of stairs to where the table was to see that the boys were eating pizza and betting on who would win the arm wrestling match that was going on between Leo and Raph.

You couldn’t help but feel happiness surge through the darkness at the sight, it brought back memories of happier times.

Back when you used to live with them for days at a time, during which you would wake up to Leo and Raph fighting and be the one to break them up. Back when you and Mikey would watch videos and spend all night talking about God knows what. Those were the days you lived for, the days you only had to worry about if Leo would burn dinner, or if Donnie would pass out from sheer exhaustion, or what you and Mikey would talk about that night…

The phone call had changed it all. Your parents demanded you come back, if you didn’t they’d take extreme measures. You didn’t want to find out what those were so you packed your things and prepared to leave after all the boys went to sleep that night, but as you were leaving you woke Mikey.

The argument you two had that night was one you’d rather not remember, but it seemed you could never get it out of your mind. It seemed to be burned there like a lingering scar in your memory.

He had refused to let you go. When you asked him why he refused to answer, just kept trying to convince you to stay. Your voices had steadily raised until the volume had woken his brothers and even Splinter. After a while you’d had enough and as you began to leave he had screamed at you that he didn’t want to see you hurt. That had been a year ago and as far as the brothers knew you were doing fine, better actually. They had no idea what things were really like...

You smiled and walked over, dumping your backpack at the foot of the small stairs, joining in on the fun.

Both turtles were straining and holding eye contact as they attempted to out gun the other. You laughed a little causing all attention to go to you as Raph flexed and pinned his older brother’s arm to the table.

“Ha, looks like I win Fearless.”

“It doesn’t count if I was distracted Raph,” Leo growled as they both looked at you.

Mikey gasped. “Dude what happened to you?” he asked as he looked you over.

You flinched a bit but smiled and said, “an accident with bleach in foods, a girl tripped and spilled bleach on me, nothing major.”

All the brothers seemed to gasp at the same time. “Nothing major?” they shouted in unison.

“Did she do it on purpose?”

“Did you tell a teacher?”

“Did ya knock ‘er out?”

“Did it get in your eyes?”

“Woah, woah, woah, guys relax!” you shouted, “it’s ok, the teacher wasn’t there so I left but I didn’t feel like going home so I came here instead. No there’s none in my eyes, just all over my clothes and hair. And no, Raph, I didn’t beat her up.”

Raph threw up his hands. “Well ‘scuse me for wondering if that girl got a proper ass whoopin.’”

“Looks like your clothes are ruined Angel Cakes, we should get you washed up while Donnie calls April.”

Mikey led you to the bathroom as Donnie took out his phone and dialed said girl and Leo and Raph went back to arguing about who had won their earlier fight.

As you entered the guest bathroom Mikey helped you take off your shoes while you grabbed a towel from beneath the sink. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mikey scanning over your facial features, so you tried to keep them from showing the pain you felt. “Are you sure you’re ok (Y/N/N)?”

You smiled at the nick name and nodded encouragingly. “I promise Mikey, I’m fine. Just in desperate need of a shower,” you admitted sheepishly.

The orange clad turtle looked you over another time before smiling and getting up. “Well then I’ll let you take your shower. Holler at me if you need anything,” he said with a wink before lightly ruffling the dry part of your hair.

As the door shut behind him you let out a sigh and began to undress. You stepped into the shower and turned the knob as far as it could go. As the scalding water ran over your skin you found your thoughts wandering back to the dark places they had been treading through earlier. A tear streaked down your cheek but you didn’t notice as it mixed with the water running over your face. The water had reached an almost unbearable temperature by the time you turned to wash yourself off, but you barely even registered it as your thoughts roamed to desperate places. You were only half aware of your actions as you washed your body and shampooed your hair. You were only focused on the thoughts invading your mind.

(Y/N)’s a stupid fat whore!

Why can’t you follow orders like your sister.

You’ll never be anybody special.

Get your head out of the clouds, you can never be anything useful with all your daydreams.

Take a hike bitch.

What guy would want you?

Tears had begun to stream down your cheeks as memories flooded your mind and you finished washing your hair. There was something deep inside your soul that wanted to scream, to cry out for help, but what if they were right. What if nobody cared? What if nobody wanted you?

Your thoughts suddenly turned to Mikey. Would he care when you were gone? Would he cry and beg for you to come back?

No.

No one would.

A hand reached out and grasped your razor. You could end it. You could make it stop. Make the dull ache in the backs of your heart and skull disappear and the torment of your soul stop. You felt a slight sting as the razor dug into the skin of your left arm. The smell of blood filled you sinuses as you looked down to see the cuts bleeding. The wounds helped clear your thoughts as you dragged the sharp metal object across your arm again, and again, and again before switching to your other arm. Relief flooded your senses as the pain took over, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

You stepped out of the shower and into the foggy bathroom, barely able to see anything. Without letting go of the razor you wrapped your towel around you and stepped in front of the fogged up mirror. You swiped your hand across it, revealing your face. Your sad (e/c) eyes, your pale face, and the bags underneath your eyes. No one should have to live life like this. No one.

A knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts.

“Hey (Y/N), April dropped off some clothes and the rest of the bro’s went into the dojo to train so-” his words were suddenly cut off before he knocked on the door again, this time louder, “are you ok? There’s super steamy air coming out from under the door. Can I come in?”

Your breathing hitched in your throat as you reached over and locked the door. Not seconds later you heard the doorknob rattling as Mikey attempted to enter. His shouting grew and you knew that he could easily have Donnie taking the door off it’s hinges in a matter of minutes so you turned to look into the mirror as you held the metal against the skin of your neck.

BOOM!

The door shook as Mikey kicked it, almost sending the door flying. The door was suddenly pulled in the opposite direction to show Mikey at the same time that blood started to run down your neck.

Baby blue eyes met (e/c) as he stared at you with a pleading look. His usually bright demeanor was completely gone, replaced with sadness and above all, fear. You could see his hands shaking as they slowly reached out to you.

“(Y/N).”

You inhaled sharply. Although the words were barely audible they held more meaning than anyone else would ever understand. He rarely called you by your first name and he had never looked at you like that before.

It was then that all of the dark thoughts began to fade from your mind as you realized that all your earlier thoughts were false. Against your will your arms fell to your side and the razor dropped to the floor.

In mere seconds Mikey had his arms around you as the razor slid across the floor.

“Shhhhh, it’s ok (Y/N). I’m here. Please don’t ever do that again, you scared the shit out of me.”

His words barely registered in your mind as you finally let loose and slumped against his form. Your tears ran free and your sobs were so loud it hurt. You tried to hide the sounds against his neck but as his arms tightened around your shaking figure your walls began to crumble.

“I love you, please don’t leave me,” you whispered as you clung to him.

“I won't sweetheart, I promise. I- I love you too (Y/N). I’ll do anything to see you happy again,” he pushed you back a bit so he could look you in the eyes, his baby blue orbs moist with tears, “just promise me you’ll let Donnie take care of your cuts and that you’ll talk to me next time, I don’t want to see you so hurt.”

As his arms wrapped firmly back around you you felt all your walls caving in, the caution tape around your heart being ripped away, and your heart finally seemed to beat to in time with the universe.

And finally, you were at peace, you were home.

You nodded, a small smile gracing your features through the tears. “I promise.”

*Fucking dies in the McDonald’s parking lot*

alright then, time to post my retaliation. It may not be as long as yours but you best bet I’m coming for your kneecaps -_-

Devilish

Dabi x Reader

⚠️NSFW⚠️

Consider this a call out post 💕@unitato722 💕. I play to win, good luck in this war my dude.

With love

- A Hawks fucker

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Slam!

The door flew open placing a hole in the wall as Dabi kicked it open from around you, his hand tightly on your throat as he gently shoved you into his room. Before nearly pulling the door from its hinges on the wall just to close it behind him as you made yourself at home on his bed.

"That's right, on a bed where a cum slut like you belongs." A malicious grin and a lustful gaze formed on his features as he gazed at your form. His gaze landing on your chest, moving to your parted and panting lips.

"Get up." He beckoned you with his index and middle fingers, a display of sinful things you've experienced before.

"Yes Daddy." He watched you sashé over to stand before him, a wicked look in your eyes. You were trying to be funny! How cute and at a time like this? Where you had just embarrassed him in front of his comrades? No. He wasn't about to let you get away with it.

He wanted you to scream, beg and plead for his forgiveness. He wanted everyone to know what where your place was, it was under him screaming his name as he fucked you into oblivion, with tears streaming down your face as you dry came around him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your jaw slack as you moaned and your tits bounced from his rough thrusts.

"Open your mouth." You followed as instructed, opening your mouth not expecting for him to shove his fingers down your throat, a gag immediately escapes you. Your throat closing around his fingers, tears pricking your eyes.

"That's it. Learn your fucking place! Wrapped around my fingers, around my cock taking everything I give you!" Pulling from your mouth, saliva trailing with him, rubbing his fingers before spreading them apart watching the saliva string together while you calmed yourself. Tears pricking your eyes as your nose began to run.

Sucking his fingers clean, slowly and calculated, just how he knew you liked it. Grabbing your chin forcing his lips on yours his hand slowly sliding to hold your jaw firmly, taking his time brushing his tongue against the roof of your mouth, slow and sensual once more. His free hand slowly inching down your waist to your ass, grabbing tightly. Your hands grabbed at his shirt, palming him rubbing his chest knowing you were going to enjoy what ever his 'punishment' may be.

With one last rough palm he smacked your ass, the crack echoed throughout the room siding with your cry as you separated from his lips. A deep chuckle moved his chest as he held your neck tighter, heat engulfing your torso as you grabbed his wrist.

"Dabi? Dabi, what are you doing! Stop!" Your panic was clear on your face, your fingers wrapping around the wrist connected to the hand around your throat. "Dabi, please don't do this!" You begged as you felt the heat start to burn your sides.

"Do what Doll? Punish you? You knew what the consequences of disobedience and embarrassing me, but yet you still continue to do it." Everything about him screamed danger, somehow you still managed to find yourself turned on through the fear. Fire hot fingers skimmed your side pulling a wide open mouth moan from your throat.

"Fuck baby girl, you're singing for me so beautifully, my dick ain't even in you yet and you're crying out like this." Open mouth kisses littered your colla rbones, his hand travail beneath the waist of your pants still burning, a feeling not at all new by any means.

A sharp nip here and there as you panted in his ear the heat subsided as he neared your clit, the fingers around your throat squeezing tighter as he stopped; pulling away pushing you to the bed, roughly pulling your pants off with out care to your being.

"Alpha... Please." Alpha, referring to a kink you long ago accidentally discovered as he dicked you down in a back alley after he had been hit by a rivals quirk. He always liked feeling in control over everything, that included when you cummed and when he would make you try to suck his dick.

"You get no requests here skank, you're here to simply be my fuck toy and nothing more." An empty lie, but god if it didn't turn you on the way he said that while between your legs. His nose pressed against your pussy lips, nearly panting as he inhaled deeply, hands on your knees holding you open for his viewing pleasure. Standing suddenly his hands hooked under your knees he pulled you to the edge of the bed to the point your nearly fell from the bed. His hand move once more to your throat squeezing tightly as he leaned down to capture your lips again, holding the air in your lungs hostage in more way than one.

You could barely hear the metal of his belt clicking over the blood rushing in your ears as your wanted to desperately grind against his heavy, throbbing cock. A wanton moan pushed passed you lips when the head of his cock pressed against you, not even nothing to remove his own clothes, his leather pants rubbing against your bare thighs; tears once again pricked your eyes, without any preparation he pushed himself in, full hilt. His own eyes rolling back at the sound of your strangled moaning, running on the line of pain and pleasure. You're body couldn't keep up with the new feelings, he had never taken you so underprepared before.

The cries being pulled from your throat as he swallowed them as he thrust violently into your soft and supple core. Your velvet walls sucking him so deep as you banged against his chest. Your pained cries falling on lust and anger clouded ears. A man such as Dabi didn't care if you were in pain or not, he took what when wanted when he wanted when it came to your body and sex. He was always rough in his thrusts, always chasing his own realise like the literal selfish fuck he was.

Eventually your hands buried themselves in his black locks already tousled from the bickering outside. Pulling roughly as black spots entered your field of vision, pulling him down, a hand only your hips heating up and holding himself steady. His teeth grazing your nipple before biting down, more wanton moans escaping you as the bed started to bang against the wall.

"Fuck you should see the way you're taking me right now Doll Face. Though I'm sure you can feel it if the way you're sucking me in has any thing to show." Low grunts in your ear kept you panting as you started to slowly buck your hips to his harsh treatment. You knew there was no way you were going to sit comfortably in the morning, especially not with the way he was fucking you so good.

Sitting up he plowed himself deeper into your pussy as he removed his hand from your throat as your pussy quivered around his dick, body trembling and flinching with every deep thrust and drag. Raising his hand connecting it violently to your thigh and squeezing as you arched your back crying at the sensation.

"That's it baby girl, milk my dick like the cum dump you are. Fuck that's so hot." He watched as your expression contorted as he thrusted closer to his climax not caring about your own. His cock throbbing with every drag out of your abused pussy. His own cum spilling from around his dick, frothing as he rut against you.

Pulling out as he felt your pussy walls quiver and your body begging to shudder, "Oh no, Doll this is a punishment. Did you honestly think that I'd let you cum on my cock? Or let you cum at all?" His voice full of malicious ans mockery, "This is a punishment after all my little cum dump. Now get up, hands against the wall and I want you see you open your legs showing me that pretty pussy of yours."

Stepping away from your soaping core, his cum leaking out colouring your thighs in what he always claims to be a beautiful white. Leaning up you felt more of his heavy cum leak out as you followed instructions. A smack to your ass had you crying out, arching your back as he forced his fingers into you. His dick resting against the swell of your ass moving ever so slightly as he barely moved to hump you.

His nose grazed your neck before biting deeply, sucking on the soft skin there, his dick now moving back to your pussy, lining himself up the head of his dick sinking into you as he places his cum covered fingers on your hips slowly smearing it all the way back to the front of your cunt from behind. His fingers finding place at your clit rubbing viciously as he slammed himself back into you so violently your elbows gave out sending you to topple against the wall.

Your tongue hanging from your mouth as the head of his cock hit that special spot inside of you igniting every last one of your nerves. His grunts in your ear mixed with the wet slap of his nuts that hung from out side his pants and the devilish way he was ravishing you was enough to bring you to the edge. Pussy clenching around him as he continued to buck into you, your tits moving against the wall as a soundless scream tore it's way from you.

"You don't think you're done now do you doll?" A grunt laced with threat.

This was going to be a long night.

Marry: Leo, Cuddle: Mikey, Fuck: Donnie, and Kiss: Raph 💖💖

You guys know that game Kiss Marry Fuck?

Well now I introduce Kiss, Marry, Fuck, and Cuddle!

Reply with your preferences! :D

For me, it’s:

Cuddle: Leo; Kiss: Donnie; Fuck: Raph; Marry: Mikey~

I think a long dead Victorian orchestra is haunting me... 😐

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