#tmnt 2007 donatello x reader

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Maybe a cute scenario with 2007 Donnie where the Reader calls his phone line often for help with her work computer. Donnie is annoyed at first but comes to enjoy their chats. What Donnie doesn't know is Reader calls him cause they think Donnies voice is attractive lol

The Attractive Voice: part 1 (Fluff)

2007!Donatello x reader

Part 2 (18+), Part 3 (Angst?/Fluff)

A/N: I honestly had to hold myself back from making this an 18+😂 I kept myself in check while watching the Danish Melodi Grand Prix. Anyway, hope you enjoy💜

Warnings: None💜

It had started very innocently enough, with just one call to Donatello’s Tech Support. You could no longer remember what the problem with your computer was, but that you had tried everything you could think of, leading you to your last option - calling Donatello’s Tech Support after seeing a small ad in the newspaper. Why you even were reading a newspaper was a mystery to you. But the moment you heard Donatello’s voice through the phone, all of that was forgotten, and for a moment you forgot why you called in the first place.

“Hello, you’re talking to Donatello, your friendly IT tech support here to help you 24 hours a day. How can I help you?”, you heard on the other end of the phone, causing you to fall silent. Whoever this man was, he had one of the most attractive voices you had heard, and you once again forgot why you called in the first place, struggling to form a sentence while he waited patiently for you to speak, answering politely when you finally managed to tell him about the problem with your computer.

The next few weeks, you couldn’t stop thinking about Donatello’s voice, and how nice and friendly he had been to you. He really did live up to his “friendly IT tech support” label. It was calming to hear him talk, and you had found your cheeks heating up whenever you thought back to your conversation. Not that there had been anything flirtatious about it. No, it had been very respectful and professional from Donatello’s side, yet you could not stop the feeling of butterflies that erupted in your stomach whenever you thought of it. And soon, you found the urge to call him again, hoping that your computer would break down in some way, giving you an excuse to call him for help.

You ended up calling him those few weeks later, telling him your computer had started to run slower than before. And once again, Donatello was helpful and friendly, his calming voice sounding sweet in your ear as you enjoyed every minute of the call with the stranger, whose face you didn't even know.

Days later you found that it happened again. You wanted to call Donatello again, turning your computer over, looking for a problem. You then called him again, settling on the sound of it. It was becoming too loud. And Donatello helped you once again, staying friendly and professional, even if he sounded a little tired.

You continued to do this, looking your computer over for problems you could call Donatello about, until you could no longer find any problems, and instead making them up as an excuse, enjoying the sound of Donatello’s voice as he spoke.

What you did not know was that on the other end, Donatello was growing quite irritated. Though he made a point out of not showing it in his voice, he would start to rub his temples and take deep breaths in order to calm himself whenever you called. Until one call in particular.

Seeing your number pop up once more, Donnie braced himself for what was coming as he pressed the answering button. Another cracked or frozen screen? A password that wouldn’t work? A stuck key? Augh, why didn’t you just get a new computer?!

“Hello, you’re talking to Donatello, your friendly IT tech support here to help you 24 hours a day. How can I help you?”, he said, as if he hadn’t been talking to you several times before.

“Hey, Donnie”, you said, using his nickname for the first time, causing him to freeze in his seat. “It’s (Y/N). How has your day been?”

“It has been pretty good”, Donnie said, still somewhat shocked by your casual approach. You had never spoken to him like that before. “H- how about you, (Y/N)?” Donnie had to admit, it felt nice to say your name, like you were a friend to him. Someone he had known for a long time.

“It has been good, but my computer keeps messing up. Can you help me?”

“Of course I can. What’s the problem?”

And so it continued. You would call Donnie almost everyday with some sort of computer related problems, adding in a little bit of small talk. Donnie found that after your conversations had turned more casual, that he started enjoying talking to you, even if your computer was the biggest mess he had ever encountered. He learned about your daily life, school, family and work. You in turn learned a little bit about his brothers and some of his past time activities, which pretty much also consisted of computers. You had to admit that he was an interesting if not a little strange fellow, but that didn’t stop you from talking to him.

One day you called a little later than usual, causing Donnie to worry for a moment. In that time he even managed to worry that he had scared you away, feeling a sense of sadness at the thought. He had really started enjoying talking to you, so the thought of you not calling anymore was not a welcomed one. But then your number came up, and Donnie was quick to answer, ignoring the others that had been in line before you. They could wait.

“Hey, (Y/N)!”, Donnie said with a smile as he picked up. “I was just about to think you wouldn’t call today. You had me fearing there for a moment”.

You laughing on the other end caused his heart to skip a beat. It wasn’t often that he got to hear you laugh like that, but when he did, he found that it was absolutely worth it.

“I’m sorry, Donnie”, you said, your laughter still clear. “I was a little busy today. You know, family and all that”.

“I know it all too well”, Donnie smiled, looking off to the mess Mikey had left around the living area. “But what can I help you with today?”

“It’s not a big problem today”, you said. “It’s just the screen settings that are bugging me, and I have a hard time figuring out how I change it. It would be nice if you could help me, if it’s not too big of a problem”.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s nice to have someone friendly to talk to, even if they keep making up problems about their computer in order to talk to me”, Donnie said at the end of the line.

You made a small sound as you pressed your lips together, your cheeks flushing red. You hoped that Donnie didn’t hear it, but of course he did. Donnie always heard everything, even the smallest of sounds. Like the time you stubbed your toe against the dresser with him on the phone, making him chuckle when he realized you were nowhere near your computer. That was probably the day he realized that you did not call because of your computer.

“I’m not doing that”, you said, trying your best not to sound flustered on your end.

“(Y/N)”, Donnie said, a smile clear in his voice. “With all the problems your computer is having, I’m surprised it would still be running. But it’s okay. Like I said, I like talking to you”.

“Okay”, you sighed, giving up the act. “My computer is working perfectly fine. I just… really enjoy talking to you”.

Donnie laughed on the other end, making a blush spread over your cheek. You were so happy that he couldn’t see you right now. “It’s just your luck, because I enjoy talking to you too. But I think it’s better if we do it over my personal phone instead of my work phone… and outside of work hours”.

“But don’t you work 24 hours a day?”, you asked.

“Yeah, but I’ve been thinking about cutting down quite a bit”, he answered. “The 24 hours are more draining than I first thought they would be”.

“That sounds like a good idea”, you smiled, getting more comfortable in your seat on the couch. “Sooo, Donnie. What did you say your number was?”

[oozedninjas]

Spring fleeting

A/N: Fucking rude of me not to have fed my pretty girlies in this much while. In compensation, I offer you: a mating season special!!! You can shoot in a prompt and I'll turn it into a short smut ;) ily!!

Warnings: 18+ / MDNI / Smut / NSFW / edging, orgasm denial, dom!turtles, oral sex / General verses / Mutant guys are 25-29 y/o and they're suffering from spring heat!

Leo doesn't want to breathe because if he does he might get carried away by your scent. He watches from a safe distance never leaving sight of your neck and shoulders. Fuck, he wants to bite them, suck on them, lick a stripe over your pulse line that would cut your breath sharply. Shit, he wants you to hold from the upper end of his shell, begging. Before he registers he's calling your name. Let him lure you elsewhere, yeah?

Raph loves fucking you stupid. Your eyes closed and gaped mouth have him on the verge of coming. Words scarcely coherent enough to moan for more. He's balls deep in you, aching to fill you up once more. But Raph edges himself, just for the bliss of numbing everything away with each crashing orgasm. 

He trembles inside you, cum dripping from your abused cunt as he thrusts. Fuck you love him, you're crazy about him, and he just grins, amused at your stupid failed attempts to communicate it.

Donatello's knowledge of each sensitive part in your body borders on mean when he uses it like this. From your neck to your back, to your lower half. He's held you still for what feels like ages, nibbling, marking, and kissing the bruise after. But none of what he's done equals the cruel way he's sucking your clit: just enough to make your back arch, but never quite granting release. 

Begging wouldn't suffice, it wasn't about that. It was about him showing you how fucking good he could make you feel if you let him, how hard you could come just by his expert tongue. And shit, who are you kidding? You fucking adore it.

Mikey loves how hot you look riding his cock. He's got the best of views! Everything in you is perfect. He reaches up, palming every bit of skin he can get his hands on, squeezing, pinching, scratching. He loves it when his touch makes you weak enough to lose the rhythm, seemingly tumbling over his plastron, finally giving out. 

He's softer when he's had enough, and brings your mouth to his gently, big hands covering your back, pushing you down to his chest before he thrusts up. He reaches that sweet spot so easily like this, and your clit rubs so deliciously over the lower part of his plastron. Come on, don't hold back, you don't gotta do nothing, just relax.

[katanablue]

Me: yeah I just started this blog yesterday so maybe I’ll put some of my writing out in the future

Also me:

Just a lil something to get the ball rolling 🫡

I used a spinner wheel for turtle+prompt+variation

Intimacy prompts!

07 Turtles + Diff Types of Intimacy:

. . . . . ╰──╮꒰💙꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .

Leo + 31. holding someone by the waist

“Now make sure you grip it tight by the base, unless you want it to go flying out your hands.” He smirks, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you adjust the position of your hands.

“How’s this?” You ask after shifting your fingers a bit. Leo nods approvingly, letting his eyes roam over the rest of your form, his eyes squinting the slightest bit when he notices the width between your feet.

“Better. Let’s fix your stance though.” He comes closer, gently nudging your feet apart while his hands hover on either side of your waist. He steps back with a tilt of his head and a raised eye ridge before lightly tutting and coming to stand behind you.

“Okay so straighten up more— yeah like that. Now,” He puts a warm palm on your lower back while his other rests on your hip, once again placing his foot next to yours to shuffle it into the proper position. At first you don’t register just how close he is, truly focused on trying to get into the right stance to hold his katana.

You had asked him to teach you how to wield them and he obliged but not after giving you a whole speech on how “katanas are not a toy, but an extension of a ninja.” And then he started off by teaching you how to hold one before even dreaming about you handling two.

“Okay now bend your arms just a little…” There’s a strong, intimidating presence about him but after knowing him for so long you know that there’s nothing to be afraid of, that he would do anything and everything to make you feel safe and comfortable. You can feel his plastron just barely brush against the back of your T-shirt, his presence like a flame that’s slowly enveloping you.

“Twist your hips now,” He slides his hold to your waist, his grip gentle but firm enough to maneuver you the right away. You can feel the edges of your lips starting to curl into a smile once you feel the warmth of his skin seep through your clothes and onto you. You look back at him over your left, pleasantly surprised to find him closer than you anticipated.

He’s concentrating on your body but once he feels your tender stare at him, his deep brown eyes settle to look right into yours. There’s a half second pause between you two, a flex of his fingers against your waist while his mouth creeps up into a faint smile as well.

“Good?” He speaks softly, the subtle movement of his fingers rubbing up and down not going unnoticed by you.

“Good.”

You don’t miss the quick fleeting look to your lips before he returns it back to your hips.

. . . . . ╰──╮꒰❤️꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .

Raph + 8. interrupting with a kiss

“And then! They really had the audacity to—“

Raph huffs a laugh as he listens to you talk about yet another disastrous day at your job. He tosses a ball into the air while he sits on your bed, propped against your headboard while you pace back and forth in the center of your room. Every now and then you look over to him to catch his reaction, pleased when he makes a face of agreement or says a few words of input. It prompts you to keep going, thinking you’re almost done until you remember something else your least favorite coworker did.

“Did I tell you what they did last week?” You ask with an exasperated scoff.

“Yeah, babe.”

“And what they did later on the same week?”

He snorts, catching the ball in his hand before looking over at you and throwing it. You catch it with ease, tossing it between your hands while you wait for his answer.

“Yeah,” He tries not to laugh at the slightly defeated look on your face. He sits up even more and beckons you to come closer with a simple expression. With a heavy sigh you oblige, crawling on your knees before plopping right in between his legs.

“They’re just so annoying!” You exclaim, giving him the ball back while you adjust your position to sit more comfortably. He puts it down by his side and places his hands on your thighs, rubbing up and down in a soothing touch and trying to edge you away from the conversation you’ve been having (with mainly yourself) for the past 20 minutes.

“So why don’t you stop talking about ‘em?” He suggests, the faintest hint of sarcasm laced because he just knows how difficult it is for you to actually do so.

You open your mouth to protest, ready to claim yet another thing your lame coworker did that you just remembered.

“But Raph—!”

You’re silenced when you suddenly feel his mouth on yours, his three fingered hand taking a hold of your chin to keep you in place.

“No more talkin’. Got it?” He murmurs against your lips, giving you another peck. You lock gazes with him, those honey gold eyes piercing right into yours. You sigh through your nose, nudging it against his snout delicately.

“You could’ve just told me to shut up.”

His laugh is deep, rich and warm against your mouth, coursing through your chest when he pulls you closer to sit on his lap completely.

“I like this method better.”

. . . . . ╰──╮꒰💜꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .

Donnie + 38. delightful smiles

“Isn’t this just the coolest thing ever?”

Donnie had managed to find a broken down photo booth at the junkyard on their last scavenging hunt, convincing Leo to let him take it back so he can fix it up.

What he left out was that he wanted to fix it for you.

“You really think you can get this thing to work?” You ask him, seeing his shell peak out just barely from the back of the machine. You place your hand on it, inspecting the once vibrant colors of orange, purple and green now a dull shade. You pull back the purple curtain to glance inside, scrunching up your nose when clouds of dust fly up and hit you right in the face. You wave it away, going to sit on the small bench inside and look at your reflection on the screen.

“Uh, have you met me? Been working on this thing for at least a week now.” You hear his voice a bit muffled from the other side of the booth, scoffing a laugh while he continues to tinker away at machine.

“Oh, my apologies ‘oh smart one’.” You remark, sitting back against the wall and closing your eyes while you listen to him fiddle with something metal. It stops a few seconds later and soon you hear Donnie pulling back the curtain to look at you with a teasing unamused expression.

“Hey, this smart one is fixing this booth up for you.”

His statement makes you smile, making you open your eyes to glance at him. You see him sporting a grin as well, warmth flooding his heart when he sees the way you look at him.

“Better have that same delightful smile when this baby is up and running.” He jokes, stepping back to let the curtain fall and go back to his work. You sit there beaming, cheeks starting to hurt from how hard you were straight cheesing.

It’s nearly an hour later when you hear his triumphant “aha, yes!” followed by the click of him closing the panel back onto the machine. Donnie goes to plug it in and the lights above you flicker for a few moments before staying on, the display screen in front of you whirring to life with some kind of electronic song blasting through the speakers.

“No way you actually did it!” You laugh and turn your head towards the curtain when he pulls it aside and sits down next to you. He rubs his hands together and leans forward to begin selecting a frame for you two.

“You doubted me?” He asks smugly, giving you a playful side eye while he scrolls through the selections. You watch him with a content smile, scooting closer to rest your arm against his.

“Never.” You reply softly, leaning forward to stop him from moving the screen to select a frame that’s purple with hearts all over. He looks down at you fondly, throwing an arm around your shoulders to hug you into his side.

“There’s that delightful smile.”

. . . . . ╰──╮꒰🧡꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .

Mikey + 10. going on a date

“Dude, you are going to love what I have planned for us!” Mikey happily tugs you across the rooftop, your giggling like music in his ears as he brings you closer and closer to the date spot he set up. He had been planning this for at least 2 weeks, scrambling between his brothers, Splinter and April on what to do for the perfect first date.

Ultimately at the end he figured out he should only rely on April’s advice, given that she’s the only one in an actual relationship.

“You’ve been buzzing nonstop, Mikey! What, did you finally get your hands on the ‘Shell Invaders’ remake?” You ask, putting a bit more pep in your step to walk alongside him rather than behind. He laughs and briefly looks at you before returning his attention back to the front.

“Nah, but now I know what to do for our next date.”

That makes your stomach flip, grinning ear to ear and giving a squeeze to his hand.

“Next date?” You tease in a sing song voice, enjoying the way you can practically see his blush cross his cheeks. He lightly shakes your enclasped hands and looks over at you.

“Next date.” He states confidently, showcasing a big toothy grin when you’re the one who ends up flustered. You walk for another minute or so before he stops abruptly.

“Okay, close your eyes.” He lets go of your hand, bouncing on the balls of his feet while he waits for you to do so. When you do he goes to stand behind you and gently nudge you forward and turn left until the tips of your shoes just barely brush against the edge of a picnic blanket.

You can feel the warmth radiating off of him, even when he lets go of your shoulders and instead reaches down to grab your hand once again.

“Okay… open.”

You can hear how nervous he is, the hope that what he did is enough for you.

And it is.

You gasp quietly when you take in the scene of various foods and drinks scattered across the orange and white checkered blanket, perfectly placed at the end of the building. You lean forward to look over, a small laugh passing your lips when you catch a group of people beginning to set up on stage for some sort of performance. You look back to see Mikey practically vibrating in his spot, anxiously waiting for your words or approval at his date.

“Well…?” He asks with a shy smile. You walk closer and place a small kiss on his cheek, interlacing your fingers as best as possible with his three fingers.

“It’s perfect! This is… outstanding for a first date.” You whisper softly. Mikey can’t help but pull you into a hug, squeezing you tight for a moment before letting you go and gesturing for you to sit.

“Awesome, I knew April wouldn’t let me down!”

You enjoy the food and each others company for the remainder of the night, watching the small band perform their set list down below.

Yeah, this is a perfect first date.

[hotheadedhero]

Favourite Kisses

2007 Turtles x Reader

Warnings: Very minorly suggestive for Raph's, other than that we good :)

Leonardo

It isn't uncommon for Leo to have his heavy days: the kinds of days where he feels worn, weighed down by the mantle of responsibility that comes with being the eldest brother and leader of his family. Your presence is enough to calm him but all stresses leave his body when you gently cup his cheeks and kiss his forehead. One tender press of affection to his skin has him melting into you, away from the world and all of it's troubles.

You give him new breath when he doesn't have the strength to take in his own.

Raphael

The heated ones - the types of kisses where you just have to pull him to one side and smash your lips into his. Words can't describe how much Raph relishes the unprompted, wild passion you feel the need to display in those moments. Those moments when you seek him out as if your life is on the line. He likes being taken off guard. He also accepts this as a challenge and matches your emotions tenfold. And when neither one of you backs down?

Well, you can only imagine where you end up.

Donatello

When you come up and peck the back of his head whilst he's working. It's a small gesture but one that gives him the energy to push through. Donnie has to deal with some eclectic customers and being asked to help out with the same problems by masses of different people saps him of life. Yet, as soon as he feels that cushiony press on the crown of his head, he dares to continue with a more upbeat attitude.

He's reminded of what awaits him when he finishes his shift.

Michelangelo

This man just absolutely loves it when you grab him and pepper his entire face in short, quick kisses. It's like he's being bombarded with a bunch of butterflies. You have this beautifully erratic way of making him feel like the only turtle in the world. Mikey just can't help but laugh as you attack him, often falling onto his back with you in his arms. The aggressive fits of love hardly stop there and, thank goodness, because he never wants it to stop.

Life doesn't get much better than this.

[writinandcrying]

TMNT HEADCANONS - Taking naps with the turtles / having a sleepy S/O

As someone who has accidentally slept for 23 hours straight and literally has a nickname as “snooze” I’m obligated to do this (I tried to look for a cute / aesthetic gift but that pup is my spirit animal fr)

I’ve been digging how @oozedninjas does their Headcanons (as long with their writing, I seriously eat it up everytime yum yum yum)

as much as I love looooong Headcanons, sometimes I only have some blurbs going on in my mind, I also think this keeps things so dynamic, every interaction can be seen and everyone is happy yipee (I hope you don’t mind me using your writing style? Headcanon Set-up? Layout? as reference! Pls let me know if so, I’ll def take it out or reference you on new ones!)

English is not my first language and I didn’t proof read this, if there is any gramatical erros pls don’t hesitate to tell me!

• Isn’t the one for naps, lowkey thinks it’s a waste of time, he rather do activities with you! Time is precious! That being your hobbies or his, talking, playing games or reading, he has his mind set on it… until you flutter your lashes at him, giving him puppy eyes, and suddenly at the warm of your embrace, the way you hum over his plastron, how cute and serene you look… he starts questions himself, why haven’t you two done this sooner?

2003, 2012, Rottmnt Donnie

2003, MM Raph

2003, MM Mikey

All Leo’s (minus MM and rise) lmao

• Has been waiting for it. Since you two have been officially a thing, he has been patiently waiting for it. wants to do nap dates, casual napping after Sunday lunches, accidentally napping from watching a boring film, coming home late and you are tired? Lay on top of him babe, let him will take care of you 🫶🏼 adores the innocence of holding you close, caressing your skin as you caress him back, finally admiring your features while you sleep, he longs for it, absolutely eats it up

MM AND ROTTMNT LEO !!

2007, 2012, ROTTMNT, Bayverse Mikey (keeping bayverse and 2012 still would be A Task (but anyways BOTH WANTS IT) 2007 is probably tired all the time bc of his gigs lol)

Bayverse, ROTTMNT RAPH !!!!

2007 and 2003 Donnie

• How come you are always this sleepy? This doesn’t make sense, something has to be wrong with your vitamins levels, have you been sleeping at night? Are you having nightmares? What kind of meds are you taking? Your sleep schedule and how you can just simply fall asleep everywhere is astonishingly worrisome, he will look into it

Take a wild guess (all versions)

Doctor feelings

• HE is the who Needs a nap. Drag him to his bed. Hold him close, put ambient music, kiss him softly and don’t let go.

2007 Leo, Future!Rottmnt Leo

2003, 2007, Future!Rottmnt DONNIE !

Future!rottmnt and Last Ronin Mikey

Future!Rottmnt, bayverse, 2007 Raph

Everyone in IDW-TMNT

Not a turtle, but Rottmnt Casey Jones

• can’t take naps (light sleeper or doesn’t want to mess their sleeping schedule) but enjoys you being by his side anyways, will give a dirty look to whoever makes loud noises next to you, tries to always save the most comfortable spots for you on movie nights, he knows you are bound to fall asleep. will takes embarrassing pics of you tho

Take another wild guess (all versions)

And another one (all versions as well)

Mm Donnie

[theturtlelovers]

Can I request a sentence prompt with mikey? Number 4 please where mikey is asking for female so's attention while she's doing some work so she let's him sit in his lap.

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚔-𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

Pairing: Mikey/fem!Reader Rating: Everyone Contents: Mikey wants some attention, so the reader sits on his lap while they work. Warnings: Nothing major, implied established relationship, Mikey is a sweetheart that deserves love, the reader is requested to be fem but can be read as gender neutral. Wordcount: 858

Notes: Boom! More content! Probably gonna burn myself out by accident, but oh well! ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

The clock ticked relentlessly in the quiet room, a soft metronome marking the passage of an afternoon steeped in silence and concentration. You were deep into your work, papers spread out like a fan in front of you, laptop open and buzzing softly with the hum of productivity. The only light in the room came from the soft glow of the desk lamp and the fading daylight that managed to seep through the blinds.

Outside, the world continued without pause, but inside your small sanctuary, time seemed to slow, bending around the focus of your tasks. It was during one such moment of deep concentration that you felt a presence looming near the doorway.

“Hey,” Mikey’s voice cut gently through the quiet, a soft but firm reminder that life wasn’t all about work.

You looked up, slightly startled, your train of thought breaking like a string of pearls scattered across the floor. Mikey stood there, a sheepish grin spreading across his face, his eyes filled with a playful gleam that you knew all too well.

“What’s up, Mikey?” you asked, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite the slight irritation at being interrupted. 

“I need some attention,” he admitted, his tone light but his eyes searching, almost hesitant as if he expected you to turn him away.

You sighed, your gaze sweeping over the expanse of papers and the digital clock blinking back at you. There was still so much to do, yet the earnest look in his eyes was too hard to resist. Pushing aside a stack of papers, you patted your lap, a silent invitation.

“C’mere, I can sit on your lap until I’m done working.”

Mikey’s face lit up at the offer, and he didn’t need to be told twice. He moved across the room with that grace unique to him, despite his size and the robust build of his frame. The chair creaked under the combined weight as he settled down, his body cool against yours, a solid presence that radiated comfort.

His arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. You couldn’t help but lean back slightly, the familiar scent of him, a mix of his natural musk and the faint hint of mint from his shower earlier, filling your senses.

The keyboard lay forgotten for a moment as you allowed yourself to enjoy the closeness, his presence a calming balm to the frenzy of your workday. But reality couldn't be held at bay for long, and you soon turned your attention back to the screen, your fingers resuming their dance across the keyboard.

Mikey was quiet for a while, simply content in being close to you. But as minutes turned into half an hour, you could feel him shifting, his body starting to fidget as he struggled to keep still. Every so often, his fingers would draw small, absent-minded patterns on your side, or his toes would tap lightly against the floor.

“You okay?” you murmured, not turning your head but speaking softly.

“Yeah, just…” His voice trailed off, and he squeezed you gently. “I just like being here with you, even if you’re busy.”

“That’s sweet, Mikey,” you replied, sincerity lacing your words. “I like having you here too.”

The room fell into a comfortable silence once more, punctuated only by the soft clacking of the keyboard and the occasional shift of paper. As you worked, Mikey’s presence became a grounding force, his steady breathing syncing with your own.

Hours seemed to compress into moments, and when you finally hit 'save' on your document, the realization of time passing so swiftly made you blink in surprise. You stretched, feeling the slight stiffness in your back from sitting too long, and turned to Mikey, who was watching you with a patient, adoring gaze.

“All done?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you.

“All done,” you confirmed, a sense of accomplishment flooding through you, made sweeter by his company.

Mikey helped you tidy up, his large hands making quick work of the scattered papers, aligning them into neat stacks with a precision that always surprised you. Once everything was put away, he stood and offered you his hand, pulling you up into a tight embrace.

“Thanks for letting me stay,” he murmured, his voice muffled as he spoke into your hair.

“Anytime, Mikey. You know that,” you responded, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing back just as tightly.

As you both stepped out of the room, the weight of the work left behind, you felt lighter, the evening ahead promising relaxation and the simple joy of being together. Sometimes, it was these quiet, seemingly mundane moments that deepened your bond the most, the silent affirmations of presence and support weaving a stronger connection between you.

As you walked hand in hand, leaving the confines of your workspace, Mikey’s warmth by your side reminded you that no matter how busy life got, there was always room for a little more love, especially from a turtle as special as Mikey.

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[niklauskzak]

looks around* lowers voice*

Mikey finding his s/o toys and he gets jealous that his s/o is using them instead of using him and then his s/o uses the toys on mikey to show him how good they feel

*takes the request slowly and puts it in his pocket* Got ya pookie...

Warning → +18

(all characters are +18 so don't start saying shit in the comments, English is not my first language, still trying to figure out how to make good shit so please be patient)

Nasty (nasty)

"Where's it?" He asked you, searching for your phone now that he convinced you to order some pizza because my boy Mikey is always hungry.

"I think it's in my bedroom!" You were in the kitchen looking for something to drink with the pizza just to find out you're running out of soda's, quickly, you took your wallet and your keys, put your shoes on and walked out of your apartment but before that you turned around to notify him you're gonna be back soon.

"Gonna go out to buy more soda, I'll be back in a minute!" He simply responded with a "okay!" And you make your way out to the street while he was still fighting against his own demons because the poor boy couldn't find the phone.

"If I were a phone...where would I hide?...." Bro's gonna fry his brain if he keeps thinking that hard, after what feels like for ever (two minutes) he noticed that he hasn't searched for the phone in your closet!

So here's our beautiful boy, sitting on the floor, looking at everything he found in a not so well hidden box... At first he felt a bit disappointed with himself... Why would you have toys? He wasn't enough to satisfy you? Is he doing something wrong? But then something else kicked in... Jealousy, how's gonna make you feel good a piece of plastic? Nonsense! He now was a bit angry at you for hiding this type of things from him... Didn't you trust him enough to talk about all this stuff?

By the time you came back with the soda, you found him on the couch, arms crossed on front of his plastron, something wasn't okay...

"Mikey? Hey! I'm b-back... Is everything okay?" You asked worried since he didn't even turn to greet ya like if it has been years without seeing you (puppy behaviour?)

"how long?" He asked, finally turning around to face you "how long what?" You asked as you put the soda in the coffee table "how long have you been hiding from me the fact that I don't satisfy you enough?" He sounded offended... Or maybe he was just being dramatic "Mikey...what are you talking about-" "I found EVERYTHING!"

So now you're the one frying your brain trying to find out what got him in this really bad mood "er....?" "THE TOYS!"... Nothing actually happened, you just stared at him for a moment before laughing out loud, when you finally managed to calm down you explained it to him "Mikey I only have those toys for when i feel so needy but you can't come over, there's no toys in this world who could actually make me feel as good as you do" smiling warmly, you sat by his side, ona thing got to other and what at first were lovely tiny kisses ended up with hungry and desperate ones...

The things only grew hotter till one idea came to your mind "wanna try them out?" And that's how we ended this way, Mikey moaning out loud (in my hc Mikey it's really vocal) while you press the vibrator directly in his cloaca, this poor boy has been begging you for permission to drop his cock out "be a good boy and wait" you whispered softly to him, after what feels like for ever "p-please ! I- I can't -" his legs started to shake, he wouldn't last much longer "okay".

Now all erect in his full glory, his cock twitched at the feeling of the vibrations of your toy (you're gonna be the death of this dude), Mikey felt out of breath as you press the toy right on the head of his dick, his hands resting at his sides as he did his best to not throw the toy away and take you right there, right now. At this point our poor boy was babbling and so lost in his own arousal, his hips bucking up, whimpering desperately, all sweaty "I- mmmgonna- ah!" That's the last words he said before his orgasm hits him hard and rough, tears forming on his eyes as his body trembles from the overstimulation.

"So, you like it?" Pulling the toy away from him "iksndm...mskjnhbf" you chuckled playfully "I would take that as a yes" you said before giving him a tiny lovely kiss on his cheek

Be honest guys did I ate with this one? 👀💧

(me reading all the shit I just wrote↓)

[mistic-turtle]

*kicks the manhole cover*

What do you mean Donnie is extra in the movie?! Have you lost your shell?! LISTEN!

I mean... Read. Yeah, that...

He has a job. He made a Cv and sent it to the corporation and they accepted him... BOOM!

He's a fucking turtle. And inteligent. Without going to school...

He discovered a church in the fucking sewers!!!!!!

He fought ALONE the general Gato... With his stick. I mean, his Bo...

He is the second older brother, and helped Leo to take care with the other two. Being kids. And also adultos, again.

He had the idea of Cowabunga Carl using his technology... THE MAN IS SO CREATIVE.

He was kidnapped by one of the fucking Winters' monsters. And instead of hurting him, he tried to understand it.

He's so empathetic. And the unique one who has patience with Mikey.

He's Splinter's personal doctor!

He has a web site! A FUCKING BLOG! (surely he posts some Nerdy stuff there)

He's the electricist of the damn family

He created a machine to detect brain waves of mutants that scanners the whole Manhattan (We have to remember it was 2007... HOW THE HELL-?!)

Michelangelo is a strange species for him

He always have an invention idea in so random moments

He's the second more attached to Splinter

He, with Mikey, noticed Raph was out every night being the nightwatcher. That's why Donnie was too firm in saying that the ways of the avenger were not the right ones. He always knew it was Raph.

Stop saying my poor stressed turtle is extra... Because he's not.

[obsessedwrhys]

TMNT (SOME VERSIONS)

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Symbols

fluff = 🦋 , angst = 🪐 , smut = 🍒 , goofy = 🎧

Headcanons:

Lovesick!Leo x Reader 🦋

Disaster Twins x Snake!Reader 🦋

Disaster Twins x Touchstarved!Reader 🦋

Meeting The Brothers For The First Time 🦋

ROTTMNT x Medusa!Reader 🦋

Stories:

Science vs Magic (Rise!Donnie x Telekinetic!Reader) / Donnie disapproves your magical abilities 🦋🪐

A Love Beyond Logic (Rise!Donnie x Magical!Reader) / How Donnie would deal with a magical girlfriend 🦋

Series:

-None yet-

[catr4dora]

IM GOING INSANE

LIKE WHERE ARE THE 2007 TMNT FICS

I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR FICS BUT I DONT HAVE THE TALENT TO WROTE THEM

I NEED MORE FICS OF THEM TO READ (specifically raph and Leo BUT STILL)!!!

IF YOU GUYS DO END UP WRITING ANY OF THESE THEN PLEASE TAG ME🙏🙏🙏 HERES SOME EXAMPLES OF FICS OR HEADCANNONS (FOR FEMALES!!):

07 tmnt with a (omaticaya) NA’VI S/O (for my avatar fans🫶🏽🙏)

07 tmnt with a Tamaranean S/O (similar to starfire)

07 tmnt with a SHE-RA or WONDER WOMAN S/O

07 tmnt with the AVATAR S/O (similar to korra)

07 tmnt with a S/O who wears un-feminine(like tom boyish) clothes but then for a special occasion gets all prettied up in a dress

07 tmnt with a S/O who has long hair but then gets a haircut (like a 90s bixe, I’d say that the movie takes place in 2007)

07 tmnt with a singer S/O (who sing Spanish or tejano music) who’s barely starting a career in singing (with this I’m mostly referring to Selena Quintanilla, I loved her SM🫶🏽💕)

[enb-y]

↬ 07 DONATELLO COMFORTING READER WHO’S HAD A BAD DAY.

2007 teenage mutant ninja turtles.

request: ❝ hiya! i hope you’re doing good!

could i request some headcanons for a female reader x 2007!donnie, and the reader has had the worst day and she has a temper like raph��s and like basically how donnie would try to comfort her after finding her crying ❞ — 🟣 anon.

warnings: nothing too serious, mentions of crying.

characters: 2007 donatello

writers note: sorry if this seemed short, I’ve actually finished this in one day, I have actually been feeling a bit more motivated to write since I’ve been struggling with off and on writers block. I’m sorry for getting to ur request late.

readers pronouns are not mentioned.

✶ honestly, donatello probably would give you some advice for your temper, but he highly doubts it’ll work since some of it barely works for raph. maybe, because he doesn’t listen or merely doesn’t care. but he really does try with you and try to calm you down, especially if your day has been crappy. he won’t talk to you if that’s what you want. you’re more than welcome to stay in his room (lab?) if you’re needing a quiet space.

✶ when donatello came over to your place, who you specifically had a bad day, the worst day and was very stressed out to the point you broke down. he honestly didn’t know what to do. he’s never seen you cry, yell? yes, but rarely ever directed at him, which is good. the first thing he asked was if everything was okay and what was bothering you. he’ll allow you to vent, tell him about your awful day and try to comfort you (I don’t think he’s good at comforting others).

✶ if you want to cuddle, then that’s fine. he’ll cuddle with you and play with your hair as he holds you close to him. he’ll even have some kind of background music for you, if you wish to listen to something as you cry on him.

✶ he’s actually a good listener, and will listen to everything you have to say. as cliche as this sounds, this man will wipe your tears away, because he thinks that’s best and comforting. his hugs are pretty nice. he’s the type to rub your back as you cry on his shoulder and he’ll have another hand combing through your hair and answering back to you so it doesn’t seem like you're talking to a brick wall.

✶ he’ll put on a movie for you, any type of movie and he’ll be the one to order you food, you know? he’s decent at comforting, but he’s not the best, because there were times where he didn’t know what the hell to do— he’s a scientist not a therapist. but he does try his best with you in comforting you. he also has his stressful moments.

✶ this man also has a nice voice, it's soothing. his voice will be the most comforting in the moment as he tries to ease you. donatello will do everything you ask of him, just so you aren’t stressed out anymore. donnie has his moments of sweetness, there are times where he’s just bluntly honest.

end - live laugh love 2007 donatello. also, sorry if this made him seem ooc, I gotta rewatch the movie 💀

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

2007 Masterlist

Main Masterlist💚🐢

All Turtles:

First Kiss

Pretty Human In Danger (Angst/Cracky)

How They React To You Smacking Their Butt (Suggestive/Crack-ish)

Leonardo x reader x Raphael

Anger series:

Anger: part 1 (18+)

Anger: part 2 (18+) (Angst)

Anger: part 3 (18+) (Angst)

Anger: Leonardo's Ending (18+)

Anger: Raphael’s Ending (Angst) (18+)

Raphael x reader x Donatello

A Fan of the Nightwatcher (Angst?)

Leonardo:

Jungle Fantasies (18+)

Sick Night (Fluff)

Hangover (Fluff)

Still Angry? (18+)

Raphael:

The Nightwatcher and the Dark Angel (18+)

Shower Sex (18+)

Donatello:

Dangers of the Streets (Angst/Fluff)

The Attractive Voice: part 1 (Fluff), Part 2 (18+), Part 3 (Angst?/Fluff)

Michelangelo:

Date Night In The Park (Fluff)

[oozedninjas]

Can we get Donnie with a breeding kink?!😩

WARNINGS: NSFW | 18+ | MDNI | F!Reader | Donnie is 27 and he wants to put a baby in you ♡ | Breeding | slight Edging | General verses

It amazes him how easily his mind spirals into anxiety when it comes to you. Every little measure has to be carefully calculated and framed to keep him from stumbling out of sync with you—especially with things like this, because, what if you don’t like it? Would you think he’s a weirdo for bringing it up?

Maybe he should let it happen naturally, Donnie thinks, without overanalyzing every detail. But frankly, the thought that he could put a baby inside you is utterly absurd. Improbable. Incoherent, even. Genetic and morphological differences are barriers one can't overcome. Yet… he can’t stop thinking about it.

The idea lodges itself in his mind and he can’t help but revisit it over and over, no matter how much he knows it doesn't make sense; and today, that's all he can think of as he pounds in and out of you, just the way he knows you like it. Steady, fast, hard. The lower half of his plastron grinding over your swollen clit as you cling to him. And he edges you, unable to shake the thought of his mind, not brave enough to let it seep through his mouth.

"Fuck, I wanna come," you manage through staggered breaths, "Please, please,"

He groans, feeling the electric bolts dangerously close to spreading. He grips the sheets, struggling to resist the urge to mention it, and then—

"Put a baby in me,"

It barely registers right after making him come hard and loud. He thrusts as deep as his cock can reach to unload one time after another. He's babbling something about it, but it sounds so choked by pleasure that even he can't discern what it is. He's lost in the sensation of your pretty pussy throbbing as you come with him, and it feels fucking blissful.

You take a few seconds to catch your breath.

"What- what was that? How…" he asks, a bit out of breath.

You let out a little, tired laugh. "I stumbled across your browsing history the other day. You were thinking too hard about it, don't you?"

He hides his face in the crook of your neck, the heat of embarrassment creeping up his neck. Ah, that's right… since you moved together, you use the same computer.

[katanablue]

How would 03 and 07 boys feel about their S/O who works as a burlesque dancer but gives their boys a little private show if they feel that hint of possessiveness going on? Bonus points if it leads to smut, mayhaps?

I’m running out of 07 PICS/GIFS LMFAO

03 Leo: “You know, maybe I could incorporate some of your moves into my fighting. After all, it is like a graceful dance.” Fearless Leader is doing his very best to be polite and respectful but the way he’s white knuckling against his thighs says otherwise. Nearly falls on his face when you teasingly brush some of the feathers across his snout, winking and smiling when you twirl away. He asks if you can perform it again but slower this time so he can ‘study the moves’.

07 Leo: “Think you should let me inspect that routine of yours before you go out and show it to everyone else again.” Oh he is absolutely eating this shit UP. Like 03 he remains respectful but he’s got such a smug smirk in his face as he watches you perform. Patiently waits on his knees as you dance, fingers aching to reach out and touch you but you forbade him from doing so beforehand. He feels like it’s a privilege to be able to see you like this and you know damn well he’s gonna burn it into his memory.

03 Raph: “Hey gorgeous, mind giving me a private showing?” Whistles at you whenever you give him a teasing look or do a particular move on your dance. VERY vividly picturing him with his arms crossed but legs spread wide open as he watches you. Tells you to repeat certain moves but in a slower fashion so he can really soak in how you move so fluidly. Gives you that cheeky smile when he playfully slaps your ass after you’re done.

07 Raph: “Dance all you want, doll. In the end I’m the one who gets to see everything under that costume of yours.” Oh he 100% has you dance with JUST the feathered fans, maybe some pretty pasties or tassels. He’s not ashamed at all to ogle you, eyes roaming every inch of skin you show. Whistles, compliments, all while man turtle spreading and even patting his thigh for you to come sit and give a more ‘up close and personal’ show.

03 Donnie: “Dove, would you maybe want to perform for me?” He’s the most subtle about feeling possessive over you. Baby is holding his hands in his lap and has the most bashful smile on his face as you dance beautifully. He thinks you look gorgeous, even ethereal like when you wave those big feather fans around you. Stands up and claps when you finish, jokingly asking you for an encore he totally means it.

07 Donnie: “Darling, I think you should show me your routine. To make sure you’ve perfected it.” Accompanied by a hand sliding down your back and resting right at the bottom. FULL undivided attention. Whispers encouraging words under his breath like ‘beautiful’. Isn’t as shy as 03 Donnie, a bit more verbal, but does make sure to keep it respectful.

03 Mikey: “You mean all those people get to see you looking like this? Not fair, baby.” He’s a pouter when he first brings it up but it’s very quickly forgotten once you start twirling and shimmying in front of him. Very audibly cheers you on with claps and whoops and hollers, might even be a little dramatic and throw roses at you when you’re done.

07 Mikey: “Think your venue would wanna book Cowabunga Carl? Could be pretty awesooomeee.” Not nearly as pouty as 03 but he DOES get a little clingy and begs you to show him your dance. Surprisingly I feel he’d be able to stay still but will throw in some cheesy one liners just to see you laugh or smile.

[hotheadedhero]

TMNT Masterlist

The little easy-access hub world for you to find stories of your favourite turtle boys <3 Updates will not be consistent but when are they ever?

Request status: Closed! Here for more info

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Updated: 31st October 2024

2003

All Boyos

Reacting to Pregnant S/O

De-Stress Methods

Leonardo

Exception

2007

All Boyos

Favourite Kisses

Leonardo

All That's Left (Angst)

2012

All Boyos

Why They Fall/Favourite Feature

S/O That Swears... a Lot (Crack?)

Learning Curves

Boob Behaviour (Slightly Suggestive)

Caught Single-Handed (18+)

Raphael

Love at First Fight

Donatello

In Unrequited Love (Angst/Happy Ending) Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Bayverse (2014/16)

All Boyos

Turtles x Ballerina (Fluff)

Rejection, Realisation and Regret (Angst)

Kiss Me (Fluff)

Affectionate Biting

Donatello

Consequence of Dilatory Behaviour (Angst)

Raphael

Daft Pretty Boys (Fluff/Angst)

Michelangelo

Crushing New Dreams (Angst)

Rise (2018)

All Boyos

Pros/Cons of Your Relationship

Hug Headcanons

Raphael

Like 'em Big (Silly Fluff) Part 1 - Part 2

Sucker Punch my Heart (Headcanon)

Threshold

Donatello

A Dichotomy in Donnie's Dearest

Science vs Mystic (Angsty)

Rise Movie (2022)

All Boyos

Past Days, Future Pain (Angst)

[writinandcrying]

TMNT ONE SHOT - Holiday Season - A Special gift

Christmas was not your favorite holiday, at least you had a mutant turtle to help out in this trying times (GN READER, Tw: dysfunctional family, arguments and bickering related to food, crying mentioned)

Fluff - makeout / first kiss with *insert turtle you like* after a shitty xmas (English isn’t my first language and I didn’t proof read this 😗✌️, pls don’t hesitante to correct me if you see something off putting, I hope you guys still like it!)

You climb up the last steps of the fire scape connecting the roof top of your building, dragging your feet as you groan one last time, it’s impressive you can hear your relatives arguing several stores bellow, you have lost count how many times people can pick on each other on their free will. You drag your hands along your face and sigh, you want nothing more but to distance yourself from that.

You didn’t get to feel much of The “Christmas spirit” everyone seem to love and cherish since you left your childhood years, and it seems that every year you learn to dislike December a little bit more. As much as The Grinch was deeply relatable for you lately, you didn’t want it to be, having a dysfunctional family in such a tender Holiday was kinda like receiving punch in the gut every day until 25th of December died out. After the first 10, the warm smiles and happy wishes over a great season seem to constantly mock your misery, leaving you bitter and resentful.

Leaning over the edge of your building, you check the many light up windows and different narratives playing along on your neighborhood, a family all gathered up taking a picture by their decorated tree on the left, you let a chuckle out by thrilled parents filming a rather young child by your right, to what it seems taking their first steps by their excitement.

it was nice seeing different kind of life’s playing along the fairy lights on the streets bellow, secretly wishing yours would be a little bit like theirs, reality seems distant as you accidentally disassociate, thinking how -your- family would be seen compared to those merry ones, your parents resentment growing against each other every minute, barking mean comments left and right to you messing apparently everything up. The perfect picture of a broken home. Awful to see, awful to be part of.

You sigh as you recall what drove you to the edge moments ago, a silly comment really, it was so small compared to the constant bickering around the whole month of December, but picking on you eating a single cookie? That you made? You spent the whole day cooking. The whole day trying to have a good Christmas, you can feel yourself fuming as you remember how much you have worked your ass off the whole month for their presents, for a good Christmas dinner, as they wouldnt even buy a single pair of sock for you. Give you a single “thank you” for all of your efforts, You tried, you really did, Despite all the odds against your favor, you still tried, when you finally decide you give yourself a taste of your hard work, your family dares to give you shit about your eating habits? No. Nuh uh.

That was the last drop. You marched to your room as you heard someone giving you shit one last time after harshly dropping the plate on the dining table. knew you would be screwed when they found out you were gone, no amount of locks would keep them at bay for longer than 2 to 3 hours. But god, you needed a time out. Yes, you would rather freeze your butt on a dirty and frozen roof top than to listen to another passive aggressive bullshit comment.

“you have been hiding here all this time?” A familiar voice fills out of the foggyness of your thoughts, your head turns around slightly, watching a well known silhouette marvelously shining through the moonlight “nobody’s seen you in days” his tone isn’t harsh or accusative, you can almost hear a incredulous chuckle out of him, he speaks lightly, curious to your whereabouts, you can also hear him landing near the regular rooftop entrance, you stare once again to the uncountable windows and buildings in front of you.

He waits for you to retaliate, reply with witty comeback, flash him an apologetic smile, anything, but silence wins you over. He knew something was up when you were this quiet, your family would be the main topic when you vanished like that, he also knew you needed space to deal with such matter, in due time, you would ask for comfort, you would seek for his presence, just like when he comes to you, yet this time it never came, you never came. The ninja turtle slowly leans over, trailing his eyes ahead as you do.

A sniff catches him off guard, he knows it shouldnt, but it does, he glances at you to finally see your glossy eyes staring ahead, a blush covering your cheeks and nose; You look adorable, sad, disappointed, frustrated, but still can’t help but to find you adorable, his hearts stings as you rapidly catch a sneaky tear roll down your cheek, turning your back at him before he can catch you in this arms.

“Didn’t want to bother.” your voice comes out more shaky than you would like, a bit hoarse due to the current season, you rub your hands together, if he questioned about your well being, you could just blame it on the cold weather,on the perfect snowflakes falling above you two.

“You could never bother” he trails along slowly, weary as if you were a scared cat, afraid that any hasty movement could make you dash “how about we go to the lair? Everyone misses you.” he gently places a hand on your back, “I miss you” he ponders, moving slowly to be by your side, your eyes don’t meet his, he wants to lean down, he wants your eyes locked on his, he wants you to trust him as much as he trusts you, he wants nothing more but to hold you close and kiss your sorrows and tears away.

he stays put instead, waiting on your call.

You instinctively turns towards him, his warmth drawing you in, you want to smile, to tell him over and over that eveything is fine, you were just busy, he doesn’t have to worry.

Instead your mouth is pressed in a tight line, you can feel your lips trembling when you try to speak, you know words will come out wobbly, and for the first time, you won’t be able to hold back tears in front of him. This is pathetic. You think, you want to be at the lair. You want to be near them, but how can you explain you can’t bare to see their love, brotherhood and companionship tonight? You can’t feel part of it? This night isn’t about you, it has never been and it will never will be, you just get used to it.

You look up; your thoughts swimming through your eyes, you open and close your mouth, how do you explain you crave affection, but can’t seem to bear it?

The turtle holds you in a swift movement, carrying you with ease, gently but still firmly holding you against his plastron in princess style, the familiar adrenaline rushes trough you as you can feel him jumping from roof top to roof top, you don’t have words to question him, astoundingly admiring him as you stare at his focused face facing the horizon ahead.

You close your eyes for a moment, learning your face over the valley of his neck and collarbone, in a blink of an eye, songs, chatter and laughter fills the air and you remember you are in New York , the most magical city to be this time of year. Yes, you had probably the crappiest month of your life, but for a moment, you let yourself drift away in bliss, focusing on sounds and passing colorful lights.

He settles both you on a empty office balcony, everything is dark inside accept for the faint lights on a very worn out tree looking back at you, you check your own reflection, your eyes are red and puffy, your hair is uneven, and there are millions of colors shining behind you.

The Rockefeller was the most iconic place all over New York during Christmas time, slowly turning around, the tree and it’s surroundings leaving you both speechless, you loved Christmas lights, it was impressive to say the least how the decorations were absolutely ethereal. ever so slowly, you both sit down and admire the virw quietly.

“You don’t have to deal with everything on your own” is the first line he graces you, you wanna laugh with that alone, look who’s talking you think over, but you can’t say it, you know he is right, he chuckles as if he could read your mind, he gently tilts your head upwards “next time, call me. Text me. Reach out, for goddess sake.” He smiles at you, you let out a huff, smiling shyly “you have so much on your plate already, I just, I didn’t-“

“You deserve so much better” he shakes his head, lips pressed in a thin line. Over many years of his life, he has thought he had too little and humans had absolutely everything on top side, it was unfair and left a sour taste over his mouth. you have shown him that kind of thought was childish, he had a family, he had people he could count on, that’s alone is a lot more than what many people have, He can’t take that fact for granted anymore.

He also knew your biggest wish was to be part of something like that, his biggest wish was to make you feel part of it, maybe even something more.

You shyly lace your pinky with one of his fingers, ducking away as you felt your face burning under his deep gaze, you were so appreciative of his family, of him, of his patience and dedication, to say you have a crush on the turtle was an understatement, everything the he did made your heart skip a beat, the way he would always seek out for you during hangouts, how he cared for your preferences and well being, you found yourself unable to look away when he was training, when he would laughs so care freely, when he gets lost on his interests and everything seems to slow down around the both of you. You rest your head gently over his shoulder, you know you can get lost in his eyes quickly, you bite your lip when you think of his, and how heavenly it would feel against yours.

“It’s alright..” that what you manage to come up with, it’s cheap and it’s empty, but you don’t know what else to say. “No it’s not.” He says it firmly, interlocking your fingers tightly to prove his point.

Sometimes, you swear he feels the same as you do, you swear you can catch a soft longing from him across the dinging table, across the dojo over self defense training, short glances that are filled with unspoken words, that the innocent touches are not so innocent anymore. but life has taught you not to hang on those wishes, not to have hope. It was hurtful to do so.

“why do you care?” you let a frustrated sigh out, you hate how you just asked that the moment the words left your mouth, you aren’t frustrated at him per say, more towards your feelings, at how clammy your hands feel around his, how fast your heart is beating, how you secretly hope he knows that you didn’t mean to let that question out, how much of a chicken you were, how you fought annoying daydreaming scenarios with him on daily basis and yet just wish he kissed you already.

“Because I do.” he makes you look at him again, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, and for the first time tonight, you look at him, you really look at him, how he is breathing fast, how dilated his pupils are when he looks at you, how his thumb drags temptingly over the bottom of your lips, letting out a shaky breath as he squeezes your hand one last time.

“because I just do.” His gaze is locked in yours, pleading, full of what you have denied yourself for years, telling eveything you have ever wanted without any words. He was yours, and you are his.

you finally tell yourself fuck it and kiss him.

It’s desperate, it’s passionate, it’s eveything you want and more, you drag your nails on the nape of his neck and draws him into your space, your chest hits is plastron as he grips your hips as he pins you down against the ground, the way you hook one of your leg on top of his shell drives out a moan out of him, making you arch your back, you nibble his bottom lip as you swear you gonna lose your mind.

You don’t know how long has passed, your grip on him is as strong as his as you lay beneath him, you makeout until you are both out of breath, until the anger and frustration has been worn out and you two slowly melt together, once fervent kisses turns into soft, gentle ones, until you are both looking at each other, smiling and giving pecks between giggles, translating eveything you have both been feeling towards each other

“Goddamn.” he draws a hearty laugh out of both you, the turtle rests is forehead against yours, sighing dreamily, giving you feather light kisses on your cheeks as you pull him closer.

“I care a lot about you too.” you drunkly smile to him, caressing his cheeks tenderly, “I sure hope so.” you hook your arms around his neck, laughing at his antics.

“I gotta tell you something tho.” you tilt your head curiously, he looks down at your lips, licking instinctively as you bite yours.

“you surprisingly taste like gingerbread cookies”

That makes you giggle once more.

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It’s 3 am and Idk how to finish so hopefully the end it’s not too abrupt *confetti sounds* 🎉 let me know if you guys liked it!