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Habits (Mikey x OC)

so i'm collabing with @spoopyblues214 on ao3 for kinktober... i wanted to share my day 4 (teratophilia prompt) oneshot here for a little more reach >:)

NSFW !! MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST !!

i'll paste the link on ao3 here (you BETTER read spoopy's chapters too /nf) and !!! i made an ai cover of mikey singing the song this oneshot was named after posted on tiktok :D

Mikey’s casual affair didn’t last more than a month, but he admits it was one of the hottest months of his life so far. She was taller than him by a head, her red scales always shimmered in the lowlight, long white hair cascaded in ringlets down her back, her debauched features are still fresh in his memory, and the thought of sucking on her cock while her pretty hands tugged on his mask tails in a Hidden City alleyway made him grip his knee to keep his leg from bouncing out of control. He took a deep breath, taking a sip of his drink at the bar he managed to find outside of Big Mama’s or Masters of Barbarianism territory, the peach flavoured vodka burning his throat briefly. He thought he had a little bit of reflection to do, getting involved with Boss Bruce’s daughter the way he did.

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“Garçon! Get me a bottle of the finest champagne you got!” The snake at Boss Bruce’s table laughed as the other yokai in the party chuckled amongst themselves, the dinner party in full swing now that the Dons were all gathered together. Señor Hueso once again asked the turtles to assist in serving at his restaurant, this time with only one MoB reservation, and it was for a celebration. Leo couldn’t make it, so Mikey and Hueso were all by themselves for the night, waiting on a large party of eleven. Mikey went to grab the champagne, pouring everyone glasses until Boss Bruce stopped him from pouring one to the only other dragon yokai at the table. “Not her. She's not old enough to drink. But get her whatever she desires.” The boss waved off, turning to a snake beside him and whispering in his ear when he asked a question. Mikey looked at the dragon yokai who looked similar to Boss Bruce, her antlers more polished, and her black formal dress hugged her body just right. Mikey tried his best to look respectfully, waiting for her request with bated breath.

“Get me something that looks like a fruit juice, but mix me a surprise.”

She winked, and Mikey rushed back to the kitchen. He tripped through the door to get to work on mixing her a concoction. Then, he hurried back with a tall glass, cherry heart shaped ice clinking together, pearl dust shimmering in the rose lemonade, and raspberries floated with golden flakes at the top. Present Mikey smiles, remembering how he mixed that drink, it being one of his proudest creations. He had added two shots of Pink Whitney before he placed it upon a silver tray. He brought it back out to rest the glass in front of the gorgeous dragon yokai and her eyes widened at the presentation. Mikey leaned in, his breath fanning against her neck as he spoke, “I didn’t know your preferences, so I added two shots of vodka. This one’s on the house if it’s not to your palate.” Smoke wisped out from her nose and there was a glimmer in her eyes as she looked back at Mikey, who had already gone back to the kitchen to cart the main course to the table, handing out the food with Señor Hueso. To the young lady yokai’s dismay, her father asked for Señor Hueso to tend to her for the rest of the night. Bruce didn't like the way her snout flared when the turtle leaned in, knowing the facial expression all too well. Mikey minded his own business, handing out everyone’s orders and finally getting a break as Hueso double checked if everyone was satisfied.

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Mikey looked at the dancers in the club, finishing up his peach vodka, sighing to himself when a deer yokai in semi-formal attire sat next to him, ordering a margarita. The bartender looked at Mikey and pointed to his empty drink. The mutant turtle nodded, nudging his glass closer to the bartender’s side. The deer spared a glance at him, deciding to strike conversation. “What brings you here this Friday night?” They queried, and their margarita was placed in front of them, salt sprinkling off the rim. “Boredom.” Mikey isn’t in the mood to talk, not when the deer’s antlers looked too familiar. "Are you sure it's boredom?" They urged as politely as they could, sipping their drink, puckering their lips from the taste. Mikey sighed, looking up at the deer with a forlorn expression. "Mm, I've felt that way before. Let me keep you company for a while."

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Señor Hueso stepped into the kitchen, dropping his customer service smile to frown at Mikey. “What are you doing?” He waved his bony arms, his accent becoming a little thicker. “What? I served them except for the lady my age, Boss Bruce asked you to take over for her service.” Mikey put his empty glass in the sink, and he started filling up the basin with water, adding a generous amount of dish soap. “She wants to see you when her father and his… colleagues leave.” Hueso went to the fridge, taking out the ingredients to make a fresh dessert. Mikey stiffened and he turned around to stare at Hueso. The skeleton yokai looked back with a face that spoke the obvious. “All the tips are going to you, you know.” He shrugged, turning back to continue making dessert. Mikey immediately stepped back out to gather everyone’s plates, carrying the heavy porcelain in a show of strength, which impressed the party of eleven into quiet applause except for one. The lady dragon yokai smirked and Mikey felt heat spread on his face. He felt like a fool. He stepped back into the kitchen as Señor Hueso finished the plates of dessert, only counting up to ten plates worth of flan with strawberries on the side. “Who didn’t order dessert?” Mikey inquired, raising an eyebrow at Hueso. “Bruce’s daughter. She said she wanted something else. Now go!” Bony fingers gripped the turtle’s arms and pushed him out of the kitchen with the cart full of dessert.

He handed out plates of flan to everyone, but his white sleeve was tugged when he passed by the young lady, and it took some ninja skills to keep his balance, her snout was right by his head as she whispered, “You’re my dessert tonight, pretty peach.” She let go and Mikey had trouble adjusting himself, the cart dragged behind him as he stepped into the kitchen, catching his breath. The Masters of Barbarianism dinner was over, he just had to wait until everyone left. As he washed the dishes he heard the kitchen door open, and he thought it was Señor Hueso until he saw those pretty, manicured red claws grasp the edge of the sink basin, trapping Mikey in front of her. “Hey,” her voice rang in his ears, and he shivered when her snout was a hair’s breadth from his face. “You said your name was Michaelangelo? You introduced yourself at the beginning of dinner.” She grinned, and the turtle could practically feel her jaw clamping down on his shoulder as he–

“You can call me Mikey. What’s your name, sunshine?”

She stopped, separating from Mikey, and more tendrils of smoke flowed from her nostrils, she was seemingly blushing; as close as a blush could get, what with her crimson scales. “That’s not important, you could call me whatever you want, Mikey… Would you care to join me for a night in my father’s hotel? It’s not as big as Big Mama’s but… I think you might like it.” She giggled, reaching to twirl one of Mikey’s mask tails in one of her claws, and he returned the gesture with a slight snap of the thin strap of her dress after he dried his hands. “I’m banned from Big Mama’s hotel actually, so when I’m done here you could lead the way.” He put on his best bedroom eyes and she bit her lip, stepping away to wave. “I’ll be waiting then~”

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A new glass of peach vodka on the rocks was placed in front of Mikey and he immediately took a swig, letting the deer talk about the reasons why they were at the bar tonight. He listened, watching the yokai down their margarita slowly, watching the way their mouth moved, the way their tongue licked their lips. It was almost sensual. Almost. “You said something about working on the surface, do you have a cloaking brooch?” Mikey asked in mild interest, rubbing the water droplets on the side of his glass. The deer lit up, going on about the origins of how they got their cloaking brooch and how they got to apply for work topside. The turtle mutant watched the way their reddish-brown fur faintly glowed in the neon light of the bar, flashing back once again.

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“This is it! My father’s going to be out late tonight, so I have the penthouse suite to myself… But we could absolutely go to one of the roomier hotel rooms if you so desire.” The dragon yokai stepped past the bellhop, waving at him and stopping by the front desk. “Whatever’s comfortable for you, angel,” Mikey continued walking with her, stepping in the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, she pinned him to the wall, locking lips hungrily, savouring the taste of him as he hummed in surprise, his hand moved up the slit of her dress and played with the smooth silk of her panties. She grinned through the kiss, and then the elevator announced they had arrived at the penthouse, waiting for the yokai to punch in the security pin. She pushed the buttons in annoyance, then pulled Mikey out to rush into a bedroom—hers, to be exact—and she locked the door, starting to undress him. He slipped his fingers under the straps of her dress, reaching behind her to unzip it. The satin fell from her shoulders and stopped at her hips. Mikey urged the dress to fall even further, inching it down her wide hips, past her tail, and she stood in orange satin panties that complemented the scales of her stomach and broad chest. The turtle’s eyes dilated at the sight, his breath wavering before he rushed to finish undressing himself, unbuckled trousers on the floor and dress shirt in wrinkles with his vest across the room.

She began pulling Mikey in for another kiss, but he stopped her, looking her up and down. He admired the way the light hit her scales, the way her tail swished from side to side in anticipation. “I can enhance the mood, if you want?” her manicured claws reached for the remote belonging to her LED lights, turning them on to a blood orange that had Mikey pinning her to the bed when she returned to him, her chest against the Egyptian cotton, knees spread as he kneeled between them, and she gasped at the change in position, panties already forming a wet spot with her pre. The mutant turtle took a mental picture of the view, the way her back arched and how her tail raised readily, the back of her thighs right against his. Her white hair fell over her shoulder when she turned to look at him, biting her bottom lip with sharp canines. Present Mikey gulps down his fourth glass of peach vodka and asks for another one from the bartender. “Before you… do anything… I need to disclose something,” She opened her nightstand, and reached for her hidden bottle of lube. Mikey played with the waistband of her underwear as he sat up. “I’m into whatever you want me to be, beautiful,” he smiled, the gap in his teeth made her snort a bit of smoke, heat rising in her cheeks from the adorable sight. “I’m trans… I surely don’t doubt you know how to work with a dick, considering you look like you got one yourself?” She laughed her blush off, handing Mikey the lube, and he pulled her panties off. He watched the way her cock twitched from the exposure. The orange masked turtle licked his lips and poured lube in his hand, lightly pressing a finger up to the dragon yokai’s clenching hole. She lay on her bed, took deep breaths to relax, and Mikey’s finger dipped in slowly so as to not hurt her. “Anything to please you, angel.”

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“What did you say your name was? I’m afraid you didn’t introduce yourself,” the deer smiles kindly, leaning on the bar with their head in their hand. “Name’s Angelo,” Mikey hums. The alcohol in his system wasn’t taking effect as fast as the bar he went to last week. He finishes his drink and goes to ask for his fifth... sixth one? Before the deer interjects, asking to get two concoctions of pineapple-orange juice mixed with Don Julio Blanco. “It’s a cocktail I make at home,” the yokai informed, and the bartender handed the two their glasses. Mikey sits up straight, about to protest, but the deer interjects yet again. “It’s also on me, so don’t get your panties in a twist,” they snicker, sipping on their drink. The turtle shrugs, gulping down the drink, grimacing at the new kind of burn in his throat. “Woah, this is strong,” Mikey shook his head, suddenly feeling dizzy as he stared at the ring of condensation on his napkin. It looked a little blurry.

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“M-Mikey…” The dragon lady yokai gasped, gripping the brick of the wall she leaned against, then reached to tug on the orange fabric of his mask at a particular lick Mikey knew would make her knees buckle. “N-not here… my dad’s colleagues… fuck,” her voice deepened the way Mikey liked, he puffed out his cheeks as he took her in his mouth deeper. He blew her for a minute more before pulling himself off and responding, “Let them see how pretty you look, sunshine, let them know I’m the one that gets you like this,” he churred, nuzzling against her thigh under her skirt, and she trembled while his hands reached to hold hers. The box turtle rubbed his thumbs along the backs of them. Intimately. She pulled them back, but Mikey took that as a sign to lift her up, a feat she had always wondered how he could do considering she was twice his weight. With Mikey now standing, he unbuckled his trousers and spat on his hand. He reached for the tender area right under her tail and stroked her before he plunged a finger inside, a small whine escaping her throat. She panted, looking down at the box turtle mutant with affection in her eyes as the stars were held in his. One hand held her up against the wall while the other jacked her off, and spurts of her essence covered his hand, all while she whimpered and he complimented her to the point where she wanted to become a puddle on the ground.

“You look so pretty when I make you cum, honey!”

“I can’t wait for us to go back to yours so I could stay between your gorgeous legs for as long as I want.”

“We could do this all night if you want to, angelface.”

It all came to fruition when they arrived back in her bedroom, cries of ecstasy leaving her lips as Mikey thrusted into her, desperate groans of passion echoing in the walls. He moved to grasp her white hair, leaning down to bite her neck, his other hand stroked her cock at a steady rhythm matching his pace. He continued whispering filthy things about how he could watch her come undone for hours, how he would love to watch her touch herself knowing he could touch her better, how cute her dislodged scales looked if he scratched or bit too hard, and before she knew it, her juices made a mess of her sheets yet again, while Mikey came inside her, his own cum leaking from her while she hugged her burning pillow, sniffling at the loss of yet another cushion she could easily replace. She quaked, still sensitive from her orgasm, and Mikey pulled away to start getting on with their usual aftercare routine.

~

Mikey is on his seventh drink and he doesn’t know his left from his right, laughing along to every joke the deer yokai told, reciting some of his own, the two seemingly laughing at nothing. The bartender told them she would hold off on serving them unless they leave or sober up, so Mikey stood from his bar stool, blinking up at the deer yokai who decided to stand with him. That’s when he gets the urge to go for what he had been thinking about all night. “Why don’t we go back to my hotel room, angel?” He slurred with a wink and a grin, standing a little closer to the blushing red stag. “As long as we sober up… you’re my dessert tonight, pretty peach,” they giggle, adjusting their black dress, linking arms with Mikey as they walk out of the bar. The mutant box turtle looks up, blinking, seeing red scales instead of fur in his haze, a smile playing on his lips as the two retire from the bar for the night. “That’s what I like to hear, sunshine."

IKEA

A ficlet about a dream I had where I went to ikea with the disaster twins. Second person, you decide if it's platonic or romantic I don't know lmao

Also to the ask I got, requests are open! Yours will be next and to anyone else who's interested just send an ask

Word count: 610

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You walked through the entrance with the two turtles, only for Leo to take your hand and pull you along. Apparently, you hadn't been walking fast enough for the slider. In turn you grabbed onto Donnie's arm, making him fumble his phone before holding it with just his free hand and giving you the other one to hold. When Leo slowed, he swung your hands back and forth, which you gladly attributed to. Donnie rubbed circles and lines onto the back of your hand as the two of you walked, but he didn't look up from his phone.

Every now and then Leo would break away and come back to show a silly trinket or make a pun on the swedish name for an item, which had you smiling and rolling your eyes. Donnie didn't gain any interest until the displays turned into example rooms, which is where he began to split off and mumble to himself about the decor. You'd follow, stand next to him and rock on your heels unless you felt like picking up a smaller thing to inspect in the fake bedrooms. Once you got to the display kitchens, Donnie got this strange look in his eye, and you couldn't decipher it until he spoke.

"Shelldon's been struggling processing things lately, though I'm sure you wouldn't know anything about that."

I had to try very hard to keep from smiling, before replying, "I'm not the one keeping him from recharging his energy at night, working on hundreds of unfinished projects."

He failed at hiding his smirk about the fact that you were in on the joke, but still continued, "oh, I'M the one keeping him from recharging? Maybe if you didn't get him sucked in to all those video games-"

"You're upset with me for rewarding good behavior? Don, when I'm not around he's miserable," the argument had been started, and the fake anger providing entertainment from passersby was rewarding.

It was especially fun for the two of you to walk the tightrope that the little drone could be an actual kid. Leonardo had come by with wooden birds on metal wire legs only to almost drop them at the shouting match the two of you had gotten into. Though, after his jaw un-dropped, he was losing his shit, trying not to laugh and fighting an uphill battle whenever someone passed by and made faces at the two of you arguing. He made damn sure to take pictures to laugh at later. The two of you came to the conclusion that Donnie would stop keeping Shelldon operating even if he was still working on something after twelve am. You would have to stop pampering him for every little thing, even if you were the only one who did so for the little drone.

You took both your turtles hands and led them to the cafeteria, where Donnie had just the meatballs, you had yours with gravy, and Leo had his with the lingonberry sauce. When Leo was done he kept stealing your mashed potatoes, so Donnie gave you his after you ran out. After lunch you all made for the exit, Leo still appearing with random items that caught his interest, though he stopped with the puns. You were easily distracted as Donnie went and paid for something.

Once out the door, the slider teleported all of you back to the layer, where you were scooped up by Raph for a movie night. Later that night you found a stuffed turtle on you bed that looked a little derpy, the tag labeled "BLÅVINGAD." How the twins had managed to sneak it past you was a mystery.

so... i finally did it.

@chessman-protocol

covert au fugitoid from Section 9 !

usually a field agent, fugitoid is among the brightest at the Gilded Citadel, it is also quite the asset in undercover operations. their favourite firearm is a sig sauer p365.

it has seen Section 5 in action and learned how to adapt quickly thanks to them, along with acquiring an interest in Mikhail.

an interest which it denies having for their safety.

regardless, fugitoid's origins are unknown, though there is no place they call home other than the Gilded Citadel's New York HQ.

fun fact: fugitoid's natural hair consists of 2c curls but they straighten it for professional reasons.

i would post this on my art blog but... anything covert au i usually reblog here so why not.

Ooh~ dont you find this straaaaange~

Only thing we share is one last name~

Did I beat you at your own game?

Typical of me to put us all to shame

T.W.: family abuse

Welcome to the family jewels

Coal to diamonds, sold to fools

Welcome to the family jewels

Simmer and suffer, can't keep his cool

I can't keep his cool...

I can't keep my cool...

(Oopsie, hehe ;P)

Can I have the Rise boys with a reader that yaps constantly and dosent do a lot of touching other than small acts of hand holding, poking, and just being physically close-? Like can and will talk about anything under the sun, like cats, space, their toaster they named Bermuta whilst being next to Donnie while he’s working, or holding Leo’s hand whilst Helen he’s reading a comic, poking Raphs arms or cheek when he’s doing something, and their head on Mikey’s shoulder while he cooks/draws.

But on the rare occasion they’re silent, like dead silent, not even a hello or good evening just nothing. And they’ll sit down on the ground next to said turtle and lean their head on the turtles legs slash thighs and wrap their arms around them, looking really zoned out or just not there because they had been yelled at or got into an argument with someone else or their parents for being so animated and talking so much.

Also I really love your writing!! Small reminder to rest up and take care of your needs, have some roses for the road :333💐

I'm gonna take this as a headcanon request, and tysm for the request(s) and reminder! You're greatly appreciated. Yapper hcs here we go!

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Raph

He doesn't mind one bit, your constant commentary reminding him of when he and his brothers were turtle tots

He finds it really cute, and is sure to listen just enough to keep up with what you're saying

Eventually he starts to prefer listening to you yap about your day over his music when he's working out

When you start poking him it makes him laugh, opting to lift you instead of the weights, which gets you squealing

The fact it brings him so much joy makes it all the more heart wrenching when you end up sitting on the floor in his room, quiet with distant eyes

When you grab his leg, his eyebrows knit together, confused even as he finds it a little endearing

He'd press for an explanation on what had you so quiet, voice quiet and gentle, and your answer would make him sad

If it was your parents, he'd offer a sleepover, preferring you stay at the lair then at home when things were turbulent

Leo

You and Leo could go on and on and on if other things didn't get in the way, he was just as talkative

That also meant he was especially attentive laughing and nodding and giving input

Even when he was reading or trying a new trick on his skateboard, he'd still have something to add when there was a pause for him to

He also rather enjoyed the little bits of affection youd offer, sitting right next to him when he'd read or on movie nights

The first time you're silent his beak wrinkles, as the quiet is the most unwelcome thing in the world

He's much more aggressive in asking what's wrong, refusing to drop it until you told him what happened

Once you would, he'd go off immediately, saying the person who told you to shut your trap was a loser and boring and all sorts of other things

Then, after getting through his own rant, he'd raise an eyebrow considering you're still attached to his leg, mischievous mind working before he'd start walking with you hanging on, trying to make you laugh

Donnie

He likely struggles with it the most, but the fact you speak so much means he doesn't have to worry about small talk

Even so, he mentally catalogues every topic of conversation, able to keep up with anything and everything you spew

He feels a little bit of accomplishment everytime he can add input based on things you've mentioned before

As for your less typical signs of affection, they matched him perfectly; he greatly appreciated being able to focus on his projects while you're nearby

But then one day you're not saying anything after a surprising amount of time

When he swivels in his chair, you're on the floor, and immediately he's set into a panic, asking what happened

He'd be pretty similar to Leo, insisting you tell him, and then scoffing and bad mouthing the plebeians who dared to raise their voice at you

As for your clinging to his leg, it's a little odd, but he never comments on it, just standing in place until you're done, maybe ruffling your hair

Mikey

Mikey loves talking to you, listening to anything and everything that comes from your mind

It makes him laugh, why wouldn't he enjoy it, especially when you hold his hands or sit in the kitchen while he cooks

Even when he's feeling creative, you still choose to sit with your side against his, more intent on whatevers caught your attention that day then what he's working on

When you started poking him, though, he'd do it right back, which would end in a tickle fight that he'd never lose

When you're quiet, it's a different story, and he's sensitive to your feelings

You hug his leg, eyes unfocused, making him frown and meet you on the floor, sitting with his knee up so you can keep hugging him

He wouldn't push on what's wrong, instead asking if you wanted to talk about it, and if you did he'd listen and offer his sympathies

If you didn't want to talk about it, he'd sigh but nod, and rub a hand over your back, talking himself to fill the quiet when you had nothing to say

AAAAAA THIS WAS DRAWN FOR MEEEEE

Danny fanart! I absolutely love his design 💖

Reblog art guys. Seriously.

I've been dead for so long omg so here!! Have an art dump!!

This is my turtlesona, Belatova. She was raised by the mud dogs as a sort of younger sister/niece, but theres no strict familial placements.

I'll ramble more about her here!

Mickey specifically was the one who found her first, in the rubble of what once was draxums first lab. He figured it'd be useful to have something or someone that could get into small spaces. When he got home with her, the reception was not too positive.

"THE FUCK *IS* THIS SHIT, MICKEY?"

"I BROUGHT IT HOME CAUSE I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE USEFUL!!"

"'It', is literally, a CHILD-"

Despite their original reservations, they held on to her incase there were any missing child posters with a reward. The posters never came. They'd never admit it, but of course they grew attached to the little turtle as they raised her. Danny came up with the name Belatova, though Mickey called her tomato once and the nickname stuck.

Just because they had a younger member of the team, that never stopped their criminal behavior. She really *was* useful when she was small, whether it be getting into tight spaces or tricking the people of the mystic city, Tova excelled. Snake oil salesmen quickly became another one of their schemes.

"Just a bit of this and the turtle girl can suddenly do advanced math!!"

*"how does she know how to do that again?"*

"Hangs out with Danny too much I unno-"

The last time belatova saw them was before they were thrown in jail as seen in 'tales from the mystic city.' They had been gone so long she worried something might have happened and went looking for them, and when the mud dogs were finally freed, they came back to an empty hideout. They aren't so obvious about it, but they haven't stopped looking for her.

During this time, belatova met the Mad Dogs, and though there was initial surprise at there having been a missing turtle, they made quick friends. Of course, belatova loved her time with her lost family, but she still misses the mud dogs, and hasn't given up her search for them.