RotTMNT X Reader Stories

When you start to stare

(Raph❤️)

Down in the training area of the lair, Raph was lifting weights, while you decided to do yoga at the same time. Since it was early in the morning, you two were the only ones awake.

With you at a steady pace, Raph wasn't stopping as he pushed himself further and further. You turned to look at him, he was muttering numbers to himself as he did more lifts, and you could see he was more focused than anything.

"C'mon, Raph. Just a few more..." Raph coached himself.

Your cheeks turned red at the sight of his muscles, the sweat dripping down his forearms, as the rush from him was getting to you. Your legs were shaking, trying to steady yourself in the pose.

When he was done, he placed the weights down and took his water bottle before wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Oh...my...God..." you drooled.

Your leg suddenly gave way, and you stumbled back before landing on his lap. "Ah!"

"You okay?" Raph asked you.

"Uh, yeah, yeah. I'm not gawking—I mean, not hurt," you stuttered, your cheeks still red. "I was just erected—I mean, meditating!"

Raph smirked down at you. "You were watching me, were you?"

"No!"

Raph pointed over his shoulder to Alli, who was sitting on the ledge of the second floor and kicking her legs back and forth. She was wearing a PJ red shirt and shorts and was smirking mischievously at you.

"Ya sure about that?" She called down to you.

"Wh-whatever! Stop being so attractive, then maybe I wouldn't be staring at you," you still blushed.

Raph wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek. "Right back at ya, hot stuff."

(Leo💙)

In the training dojo, the teens were practicing their meditation, and Master Splinter and Carla both watched them.

"Remember, balance and concentration are both important when the enemy has an upper hand in battle," Splinter instructed.

The turtles and girls were sitting on the floor, their hands on their knees and their eyes closed.

Meanwhile, you were walking down the hallway looking for Leo when you heard Splinter talking from the training dojo. Heading over there, you found Leo, his brothers and the girls practicing their meditation.

Leo must have been training all day, as well as the others. His muscles flexed, beads of sweat falling down his arms, in serious mode.

Calm down, hormones, calm down, hormones! You thought, biting your lip.

"Ya enjoying the show, (Y/N)?" Leo smirked without opening his eyes.

Blushing in less than a second, you quickly backed away from the door frame. "Leo! I-I wasn't staring! I-I mean, I-uh...hi! I gotta go!"

You threw a smoke bomb and disappear swiftly before the smoke cleared.

"How did you know she was standing there?" Sam asked Leo.

"Well, I can easily smell her perfume, plus her shadow was there on the wall," Leo explained.

"That makes sense," Donnie nodded.

"Hey, where did she go, anyway?" Alli asked.

A loud thud sounded from the other side of the dojo room.

"OH, COME ON!" You shouted in frustration.

"Blue!" Splinter cried.

"Living room," Leo chuckled.

(Donnie💜)

With Donnie and Brittany working on some chemicals for their new invention, you were busy doing homework on the other side of the table. Donnie and Brittany both have their protective goggles on as the purple-clad turtle looked through the microscope, then back at the experiment. Brittany, meanwhile, attached two wires carefully together as sparks flew.

You smiled lightly at how cute Donnie is when he is focused.

"C'mon, baby. Work for us, c'mon," Donnie spoke quietly to the invention as he added the chemicals in the contraption.

"Please, work. Please, work. Please, work..." Brittany mumbled under her breath.

You giggled a bit, but quickly turned away when Donnie glanced at you to see what you're laughing at.

"Okay, I think I got the wires connected," Brittany said to Donnie. "Let's try and get it to work..."

"Great, we're almost done."

You continued to watch Donnie and Brittany work on the experiment as he leaned closer to the solution. His tongue was partially out, since he was completely focused. You began daydreaming about how adorable he is being right now.

"Didn't your parents tell it's impolite to stare?" His voice brought you out of your daydreaming.

Brittany held back her giggles as you blushed intensely. He knew you were watching him.

"W-what?! I wasn't drooling-I mean blushing-I mean—!"

Donnie leaned over the table and caressed your face with one hand, your noses about one inch apart. "You're really cute when you're confused."

You squeaked, the blushing growing more on your cheeks.

"I can theorize that it is possible to die from adorable nerdiness," Brittany smirked, watching her purple-clad friend.

"Not helping, Brittany!"

(Mikey🧡)

Mikey was doing some training with Sam, trying to better himself for another future battle with one of the mutant villains or the Foot Clan. Bless his heart, he wanted to give it all he is in him.

You came into the lair with a pizza box and noticed Mikey and Sam sparring in the training area. The orange-clad turtle was working hard as he avoided hits and throwing his own at Sam.

"You're doing amazingly well, Mikey. Just try not to push yourself too hard," Sam told him before dodging another attack.

Your cheeks grew red at the sight of Mikey's muscles every time he flexed, every time he threw another hit at Sam. You have never seen Mikey so concentrated on his training before...

"Oh, my God, he's hot..." you blushed hard.

You became extremely so tempted to feel his arms, just to feel how hard and strong they are. Biting your lip, you turned away and attempted to hold yourself together. But when you turned back around, Sam was only standing there, her arms behind her back innocently.

A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around your waist, catching you by surprise.

"I'm hot, huh?" Mikey smirked next to your ear.

You nervously giggled. "D-did i say that out loud?"

"Yep, you did," Sam chuckled.

"Is it my fault that you're fit? And...like my biggest weakness?" You asked shyly.

"Well...I'm glad I'm a ninja turtle."

You blushed even more, with Sam laughing at your flustered state.