Could I request headcannons on how the rise! and 2012turtles would react to artist reader, who draws them for fun, is embarassed to admit it though but they catch a glimps of a drawing of them which they made? :)
A/N: Sure! 💖
Rise & 2012 Turts React to Artist!Reader
💚 ROTTMNT & 2012 Turtles/Gender Neutral Reader 💚
CWs: None. All characters are aged-up.
Rise!Leo
He’d spot your art with a smirk. “Well, well, well, what artistic endeavor are we hiding here?”
Once he realizes the artwork is of them, and especially him (hopefully in a dynamic, cool pose): “Oh ho ho! You’ve captured my good side! And my other good side!”
Finds it immediately hilarious and endearing. Like, “Aw, you’ve been drawing my perfect face this whole time?” 100% teases you about it but never in a mean way.
He’d absolutely lap up the attention, even if it’s accidental. He’d tease you good-naturedly about your “secret fan art.”
“Don’t be embarrassed! Clearly, you have excellent taste in subjects. Especially this handsome devil.” *finger guns*
Might start posing more dramatically around you “just in case” you want to draw him again. “You know, I am your muse now. That’s canon.”
Like he’ll dramatically fling himself onto the couch, “Oh, woe is me, struck by the sudden urge to be artistically rendered in a moment of heroic contemplation!” He’ll then wink.
Lowkey keeps checking your sketchbook when you’re not looking. Not to snoop—just in case you drew him again.
Rise!Raph
At first, upon seeing your art, he’d be like, “Huh? Whatcha got there?”
Once he sees it, especially if it’s a cool action shot of him looking heroic: “WHOA! Is that ME?! That looks SO COOL!”
He’d be genuinely impressed and flattered, not really understanding why you’re embarrassed. “Why hide this? It’s awesome!”
Raph will pretend he’s not paying attention, but he’ll definitely be flexing a bit more or holding his “cool big brother” stance a little longer if he thinks you might be drawing him.
Raph wouldn’t request, but if you drew a really good action sequence of him protecting his brothers, he’d stare at it for a long time with a big smile.
Gets all flustered but proud. Keeps sneaking peeks at your sketchbook like he doesn’t want to be caught doing it.
Sometimes acts nonchalant, but if you show him a drawing you’re proud of, he gets super shy.
If you ever draw him looking soft or happy, he’ll stare at it longer than he means to. Those are the ones he secretly likes most.
Rise!Donnie
He’d approach your art with scientific curiosity. “An unauthorized artistic rendering? Intriguing.”
He’d analyze the style, the accuracy of his tech and the anatomical proportions. “Hmm, the depiction of my battle shell’s articulation is surprisingly accurate. Did you have reference material, or is this from memory?”
He’d be genuinely impressed by the skill, even if his compliments sound a bit clinical. He might subtly suggest improvements for “technical accuracy” next time.
Probably starts asking technical questions about your process before realizing you’re blushing like mad. “Wait, you’re embarrassed? But you … nailed my jaw structure.”
Donnie might “casually” start working on a particularly intricate piece of tech nearby, angling it so you get a “good view of its complex inner workings, should you choose to document it.”
Donnie might offer to 3D print little maquettes of them for you to use as reference. “It would improve anatomical accuracy by at least 15%, though your current observational skills are, frankly, quite impressive.” He’d also be fascinated if you drew their mystic powers, analyzing how you interpret non-physical energy.
Starts leaving small upgrades for your drawing supplies—new pens, sketchpads, even a custom-built stylus if you’re digital.
Might ask if he can scan your sketches into his files for “data preservation.” (It’s 100% just because he wants to look at them.)
Rise!Mikey
Pure, unadulterated excitement upon seeing your art. “O! M! G! Is that US?! You DREW us?!”
He’d be bouncing off the walls, absolutely thrilled. “This is the COOLEST THING EVER! Look at me, I look so dynamic! And the colors!”
He’d be the most understanding of your shyness but also the most enthusiastic about getting you to share. “Aww, don’t hide it! This is amazing!”
Would probably hug you and the drawing (if you let him).
Mikey is your hype-man. He’d also try to “collaborate” by adding his own doodles or stickers to your sketchbook page if you let him (and sometimes if you don’t).
Wants to see every single page. Will not drop it even if you’re begging him not to look.
Might tape one of the sketches to the wall in the lair, claiming it’s “museum-worthy.”
Starts calling himself your “muse supreme” or “artspiration.”
2012!Leo
Sees the sketch accidentally while helping you pick up something. His leader instincts would kick in. “What’s this?”
Once he sees it’s them: a moment of surprise, then a small, almost imperceptible smile. “You … you drew us?”
He’d be quite touched. “This is … very good. You’re very talented.”
He’d be gentle about your embarrassment. “There’s no need to be ashamed. It’s clear you put a lot of effort into this.”
He’d appreciate the gesture deeply, seeing it as a sign of your trust and friendship, but might subtly ask if you’ve shown anyone else.
Leo might “coincidentally” practice his katana forms where you have a good vantage point, holding poses slightly longer. If you look up and catch his eye, he’d offer a small, encouraging nod before resuming.
“You drew me … with my swords out. That’s … really cool. And kinda flattering.” He’s a little shy about it but tells you he likes it. Probably doesn’t mention it again unless you bring it up, but will treasure the mental image. Secretly hopes there’s more.
Also secretly keeps a folded version of your sketch in a book or drawer. Doesn’t talk about it much, but it clearly means a lot. He’ll defend your art fiercely if anyone downplays it.
2012!Raph
“Hey, what are you hidin’?” Gruff as usual when he spots your art, but still curious.
Sees the drawing. Eyebrow ridge raises. A beat of silence. “… Is that supposed to be me?”
At first, he might joke a little to hide how touched he is. “Could’ve made me buffer, but okay.” Gets a little red in the ears. “Thanks … for drawin’ me, I guess.”
If you made him look tough and cool, a tiny, almost invisible smirk might appear. He’d scoff at your embarrassment. “What, you think it’s bad or somethin’? It’s … not terrible.” (Which is high praise from him).
Might try to act like it’s not a big deal, but he keeps checking if you’ve drawn him again.
If you catch him staring at a drawing for too long, he’ll grumble, “It’s not like I asked you to draw me lookin’ cool …”
You notice he starts sticking around longer when you sketch, trying to act casual. And he might leave little “suggestions” like: “If you’re gonna draw me again, maybe this pose would be cool. Just sayin’.”
Once, after a hard mission, you gave him a sketch of him looking strong and protective. He kept that one.
2012!Donnie
His initial reaction is genuine curiosity. “Oh, what have you got there?”
His eyes would widen slightly upon seeing the drawing. “Fascinating! Is that … us? Your grasp of our unique physiology is quite impressive! Did you use references? This foreshortening is impressive.”
He’d be technically complimentary. But then he looks up and sees you looking like you’re about to evaporate and realizes—oh. You were keeping that private.
He’d be understanding of your embarrassment. “Oh, please don’t feel self-conscious! It’s a wonderful piece of art. Perhaps you could even help me design some new tech interfaces with your artistic eye?”
He’d probably ask if he could scan it to “analyze the artistic rendering techniques for his database.”
Donnie might start explaining the mechanics of his latest invention to you in more detail, “hoping you can visualize it.” A subtle hint for you to draw it.
Donnie would scan them at high resolution and keep them in a password-protected folder on his T-Phone, possibly analyzing your evolving style over time.
He’d love a drawing of you and him working on tech together. He might even frame it in his lab.
2012!Mikey
Upon seeing your art: “What’s that?! Ooh, a drawing!” Then his jaw would drop. “NO WAY! YOU DREW US?! THAT’S AWESOME-SAUCE!”
He’d be incredibly hyped, grabbing the drawing (gently!) to get a closer look.
You’re dying inside but he’s already flipping through your sketchbook. “Why didn’t you show me sooner?! We could’ve been an artist team! I model, you draw—BOOM.”
He’d be completely oblivious to why you’re embarrassed, or rather, he’d try to overwhelm your embarrassment with pure enthusiasm.
Would immediately start posing and asking you to draw him right now.
Mikey would have a “super-secret awesome art stash” hidden somewhere only he (and maybe Ice Cream Kitty) knows about.
Wants to hang the art in his room. Constantly asks when the next “issue” of “Mikey Art” is coming out.
If you ever get insecure about your art, he’ll hug you tight. “Dude. You made me look awesome. That’s, like, peak talent.”
HC’s of Leo x reader x Raph… where reader is like a mix of liking both of their interests. They like space heroes like Leo so they’re both geeks, and then fights and fighting matches with Raph.
So like how the brothers would fight over them (gives Splinter flashbacks to his past love triangle)
Raph x reader x Leo headcanons
[Part 1]
The first turtle to see you was Leo; he was looking at hqs in a comic book store when he heard footsteps and hid.
You looked on the shelf and flipped through the graphic novels until you found one that was still sealed.
You went to the cashier and paid, then went to the side of the store and opened the seal, seeing a Space Heroes comic book. Leo looked at you and instantly thought you were cool.
Let's say he was so fascinated to see you liking the same thing that he ended up following you to a park. He tried to read the comic book from afar but lost his balance and fell beside you.
You found him interesting... he remind you of an alien turtle from episode 32 of season 3 of Space Heroes: A New Adventure [I don't know bro, I just made that up]
You started a nerdy conversation by asking him if he was an alien,if for some reason a character from the comics came to you and then began talking about the cartoon and whether he was from another world
In the end, he explained that he was a mutant and said that he liked the same cartoon and clarified the misunderstanding.
You invited him to read with you, and he was incredulous for at least 3 minutes until he agreed very enthusiastically.
Weeks passed and you two met to read and watch about the cartoon until Raphael(who else would it be?)noticed Leo's absence for a very long time as night fell.
He decided to look for his brother until he saw him leaving an apartment,on top of a building raph stops and confronts Leo
"Hey,what are you doing out there for too long?"
"Raph?!..I-I..i was patrolling,what are you doing here?"
"looking why our so perfect and pontual leader was late for training" Raphael said sarcastically
A screaming sound is heard near the street.
'Saved by the bell-yn?' Leo thinked before reconized the voice
Leo and Raph ran to the location and they saw the purple dragons, Raph was ready to attack until he saw Fong being thrown aside.
Then he looked at you, fighting, and how strong you looked, how beautiful and how easy it seemed to you.
Leo was somewhat shocked by your aggressiveness.
The purple dragons fled, and as soon as they were gone,Leo jumped from where he was and ran to you.
"Y/n! Are you ok? Did you get hurt?"Leo says cautiously and worried
"im fine leo,but i can't say the same about them..who were those crazy guys"
"they the purple dra-"Leo was interrupted by the noise behind him
Raph lands behind him and says"Do you know them?"
"Hmm, so...y/n, Raphael and Raphael, y/n" Leo says nervously introducing you to each other
"OH MY GOD,there more of you? why didn't you tell me? he looks so cool!"You say, excited about yet another mutant.
Leo, getting jealous, tries to argue about them having to go, but Raph says:
"Well,finally someone who can appreciate what I do,and you were not bad yourself neither, you know, fighting,throwing them and kicking their asses,awesome but you may need some training,and I'll be happy to help"
"Raph, we need to go home"
"What?-"
"We need to go home! It's getting very late now."
"Fine!"Raph agrees irritably, but he gives you a brief farewell:"see you aroud"
As they jumps between the buildings, Leo says, "Bye Y/N, our Space Hero marathon is still on?"
You give him a thumbs-up and he smiles at you before disappearing from your field of vision.
"Did you see how they executed that punch? I sure would like to see them fighting again, they won the fight so effortless" raph started babbling about the fight
Leo was strangely quiet; something was bothering him, a terrible feeling that consumed him from the inside, that made him irritable. He knew it wasn't supposed to be a big deal,serious you were just friends, but he couldn't help but be jealous of you and how he wanted to kick Raph to shut him up.
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Okay, I know there's still more to say, but there'll be a lot more to write if I continue and it'll get very long, so wait for part 2. Bye, love you all and take care. 🫶
Hiii <𝟑 .ᐟ can you write 2012!TMNT boys with a fem!reader who is like MaoMao from the Apothecary Diaries?
If you don’t know MaoMao is a girl who is very into science (more specifically chemistry,toxins,and poisons) has a dead-pan personality,VERY sarcastic,and is like SUPER detective smart.
(It’s okay if you can’t though) 𖾕𖾝꙼ᩚ𛲕𖾟
2012 TMNT x MaoMao like!Reader Headcannons
Leonardo
At first, Leo is… concerned. Not because you’re dangerous, but because you treat danger like a hobby.
“You drank it,” he says slowly.
You shrug, setting the small vial down. “It’s diluted.”
“…It was glowing.”
“Yeah, that’s how I knew it was interesting.”
Leonardo pinches the bridge of his nose like he’s already developing a migraine. But here’s the thing, he respects you. Deeply. You’re observant and calculated. You notice patterns he misses. While he’s strategizing battle formations, you’re casually pointing out:
“By the way, that guy has nerve damage in his left arm. If you hit him there, he’ll drop his weapon.”
“…Noted.”
You become his unofficial 'intel analyst.'
He’ll come to you like:
“Can you analyze this substance?”
And you’re already halfway through it, muttering,
“It’s a synthetic toxin. Sloppy work. I could make something better.”
“…Please don’t.”
You glance at him. “No promises.”
He trusts you. But he also absolutely watches you like you’re one bad day away from licking something radioactive.
Donatello
You two are insufferable together. In the best way. Donnie finally meets someone who matches his intelligence and instead of being thrilled, he’s like:
“…Why are you heating that chemical over an open flame?”
You don’t look up. “Because I want to see what happens.”
“That’s not a method, that’s chaos.”
“It’s called curiosity, an experiment if you will.”
“It’s called BAD SCIENCE.”
You side-eye him. “You built a dimensional portal in a sewer.”
“…That’s different.”
“It’s really not.”
But then you start actually working together. You handle toxins, compounds, biology. He handles tech, engineering, machines. It becomes this terrifying duo energy. April walks in once to see both of you hunched over a table, whispering intensely.
“…Should I be worried?”
Donnie “No.”
You: “Yes.”
You also casually drop things like:
“I made a poison that mimics natural heart failure.”
Donnie freezes.
“…Why?”
You shrug. “Bored.”
He is both horrified and impressed. He also likes how blunt you are. No guessing. No games.
Just:
“That idea is inefficient.”
“…Oh.”
“…But fixable.”
And suddenly he’s smiling again.
Raphael
Raph thinks you’re weird. But not like bad weird.
“You’re freaky.”
You’re crouched over something questionable.
“It’s venom,” you say.
“…From what?”
You glance up. “Do you want the long answer or the interesting answer?”
“…Those should be the same answer.”
“They’re not.”
He squints. “…I don’t like that.”
But here’s where it shifts, you’re fearless. Not in a loud, reckless way like him, and he doesn't call you that to mock you like he does Leo. You’ll walk into a situation, observe everything, and go:
“There are three threats. The one behind you is the most dangerous.”
Raph turns, immediately throws a punch, you were right.
“…Huh.”
You shrug. “Pattern recognition.”
He starts trusting your instincts more than his temper. And that’s saying a lot. Also, you don’t react to his anger the way others do.
He snaps once—
“Why do you even mess with that stuff?!”
You blink. “Because it’s useful.”
“…You’re not scared?”
“Of chemicals? No.”
“…Of me?”
You look at him, completely neutral.
“No.”
And that? That hits him harder than anything. You’re one of the only people who doesn’t flinch around him. And yeah, he’d absolutely wreck anyone who messes with you.
Even if you insist,
“I could poison them.”
“…Yeah, well, I could punch them and it's faster.”
Michelangelo
Mikey is OBSESSED with you. Like you are literally his best friend forever and you're not going anywhere.
“YOU’RE LIKE A MAD SCIENTIST NINJA GIRL.”
“I’m neither a ninja nor mad.”
“You drank poison yesterday.”
“It was controlled.”
“That’s not comforting :(”
He follows you around constantly. You’re working quietly and suddenly:
“What happens if I drink that?”
You don’t even look up. “You’ll throw up.”
“…Worth it?”
“No.”
“…Okay.”
But he’s also weirdly good at keeping up with you.
You’ll mutter something like,
“This compound reacts faster under heat-”
And Mikey’s already handing you what you need. He doesn’t always understand what you’re doing, but he supports the chaos. Also, he’s one of the few who makes you laugh. Not loudly. But a small, unexpected sound. And he FREEZES.
Can you please write hsc dating for tmnt 2012 (all of turtles + casey)
Thanks you
request ; 2012 boys dating headcannons
frankie’s notes ; man it has been too long since i’ve written for 2012 and even seen the show, it is mad insane how i still remember watching them as a little 6 year old.
caution ; mentions of simple injuries and bruises, along with a few scenes of minimal blood
LEONARDO ;
You’re most definitely his princess and he’s your knight. And the most cutest thing about you two dating, is that splinter totally approves and even encourages you both. Sometimes he’ll even mention how he expects grandchildren from you both before he gets even more old. The best part about being with Leo is that he is such a gentlemen. No i’m not even joking, he’s a literal gentlemen- He’s getting you flowers every 2 months or so, handing you his jacket when you’re cold, holding doors for you, such sweet and thoughtful stuff. He’s such a keeper.
And for date nights or when he feels like the relationship needs more spark to it, even though there is already enough spark it’s disgusting, he’ll just knock at your window and offer taking you somewhere “calming and pretty”. Que you clinging onto him for your life as he hops from roof to roof, with you carried bridal style in his arms. You know how peter and mj acted when swinging around nyc?? Yeah, you two are the tmnt equivalent to them. But after all the fuss and screaming, you end up on a rooftop with an amazing view of the city’s lights and the people. And he even set up a whole dinner table with candles and chairs.. How thoughtful of him.
Did i mention that you’re so amazing and perfect to him it distracts him completely? I haven't? Well now I have. He is so mesmerized by your beauty and figure he just can’t pay attention, which is one of the cons splinter finds about his son dating you because he can’t focus!! He could be training and if you so happen to be hanging out with April or Casey, maybe even one of his brothers he just stops and drops his swords to just stare at you. You’re just so.. perfect to him. That’s probably how you two met as well.
He probably met you by saving you, only when you both got to safety he loses his composure and words. He just stares at you as you thank him for protecting and saving you. He just nods his head as he thinks of the both of you together, perhaps he can add you on his shellphone. You can be his female lead love interest, to his Captain Ryan.
RAPHAEL ;
Okay so I dont even know what you see in this turtle, but I’m willing to beg that you’re the strong warrior and he’s the wimpy yet strong boyfriend who worships you ever more. You already know his type are people who are stronger than him, along with being tougher. So the moment when he comes to your “rescue” and sees you’re already beating the shit out of the enemy he just sits there absolutely flustered. You’re so hot he won’t admit it, but his mask absolutely betrays him cause his face becomes a whole new shade of red.
He will shed blood of enemies if he has to. I’m not even joking he will break bones, bite, kick, stab and even if he has a weapon to do so, he will shoot. Yeah, aggressive love to keep you safe. He knows you’re capable of keeping yourself safe and all, but sometimes he wants to hold reigns of the relationship and feel in charge. Maybe he’ll set up some fake crime to come in and “save” you to be your hero. But of course you just end up kicking the said robbers ass who happens to be mikey in a french coat with a hat on.
Raph may or may not be slightly injured from most of the dumb stunts he does to grab your attention and “woo” you, but hey- It’s just a little blood (name), stop trying to bandage him- HEY- He said he didn’t need help!! Even though he says he doesn’t need help you of course insist you help bandage him up. So while you lift his arm to bandage and wrap his injury in cloth, he faces away from you with a face flushed with red. Too embarrassed to look at you when you’re so caring about a hothead like him.
Sometimes if you guys are alone and if you send or show raph something you find funny and make a laugh, he’ll make a mistake of accidentally saying “i love you” out of nowhere. He’ll feel really embarrassed and act as if he had said nothing, but oh he forgot you two are dating. So why should he be embarrassed?? Hell he’s going to be proud and yell it too. He’s proud to be your partner!!
DONATELLO ;
Simpy boyfriend and Perfect Partner. Do I have to say any more than Donnie is an absolute simp and downright bad for you?? It’s honestly so obvious everybody knows at this point, he’s just so in love with you it’s not even funny- It’s just really gross and just ooey gooey lovey dovey. It’s actually so concerning how much he’s in love with you it interferes with him and science. He used to love having long meetings about the volume of a cube and the length and width, but now all he wants to do is stay at your place and chat with you about whatever you’re down for.
He’s willing to do anything for your approval and happiness no doubt, like he’ll tutor you on homework lessons, he’ll create you a new machine or a new invention to solve one of your frequent problems and maybe he’ll probably “accidentally” hack the government’s system to get you all the achievements you want. Sure he sounds like a yandere right now, but you really have him on a leash. He could NEVER hurt you, since such a precious chinchilla like you doesn’t deserve pain.
He also does not take it well when villains or enemies mention you in a bad view or even use you as bait. He’s going in on full ninja and attacking left and right trying to get you out of there. He mainly is trying to impress you, but he’s also trying to save you due to the worry of your safety. But like Leo, he to is a gentlemen.. in his own way. In his own.. weird, scientific, simpy way.
I think donnie has made it so clear that he loves you, and there is no denying that cause his brothers always pick on him for him being lovey dovey at just the mention of you. He can’t help it!! He loves dating you, and he hopes to become more in the future!! He’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, alive and happy. Meaning.. he’ll jus spoil you with stolen credit from the government. Crazily insane of how much he loves you.
MICHELANGELO ;
Golden retriever boyfriend and black cat partner. Period. Need I say more with this hyped up skateboarding pizza fan?? You’re probably the more serious one in the relationship and you have Mikey on a TIGHT lease and I mean it. Like I’m not even kidding, just say the word and he is at your command.
Like he could actually be bouncing around the whole lair, destroying objects due to his recklessness and even just cause havoc and chaos in general and if you had just even said it in the meanest or sweetest tone for him to stop?? He’s deadass like sir yes sir it’s not even funny- Like he will actually drop everything and anything for you ON SPOT. That’s one of the pros dating him, that you can bet he’ll be there for you no matter what.
Okay no but like imagine rooftop dates.. but make them more mikey like- He’s going to steal date ideas from Leo & Donnie and make them mikeyfied. Meaning pizza, animals, video games, and comics are somehow going to be spilled into the dates. Sometimes they’ll get messy, othertimes they won’t. And othertimes you guys just end up in eachothers arms cuddling as you quietly binge watch some sort of series on Netflix.
If you haven’t noticed this about your boyfriend… He needs attention 24/7 otherwise he WILL be annoying you, bugging you, pesting you and all the other fancy words trying to steal your view for a momentary time. As much as he is there for you, is as much as how much small attention time he wants in return. I’m not even joking, sometimes when he uses stuff against you because he wants alone time- He’ll just sit there and stare at you, i’m not kidding- He’ll even rest his head on your lap as he just.. kitty gazes into your beautiful eyes cause you’re just such an amazingly perfect partner to be with!!
CASEY JONES ;
You’re most definitely this Hocky Player’s cheerleader no doubt, you cannot tell me different that he invites you to his games only for you to go out of your way to cheer him on with chants and pom poms. You two are such a cute and chaotic couple at the same time, even if you are just dating. Imagine being at his team’s practice, while he tried to impress you with his skills.. he ends up bruising your pretty face by accidentally hitting the puck on your cheek.
Anytime that something like that occurs or happens, you totally get pampered or treated by Casey just all over you. He’ll take you places like the mall, and let you pick out whatever you want to get, and he’ll get you your favorite snacks and treats. He’ll even rent out your favorite movie so he can watch it with you at your place, this isn’t just for occasions when you’re harmed or hurt. It also happens when you’re upset or sad or even just angry at Casey. He doesn’t want his cheerleader to feel negative, good boyfriends help them stay positive about themselves!!
Speaking of being a good boyfriend, expect him to show up to any game, contest and or a award ceremony for you. I mean you show up for him and it eases his nerves on game day, so it’s only fair to being your boyfriend he does the same. If you play a sport or participate in important contests he’ll wish you good luck with a little kiss and wink as he waits to see you onstage with the crowd. He’s also the LOUDEST person cheering you on if it makes you feel better, but if you tell him not to because you’re embarrassed?? He’ll be quieter but he wants you to know you shouldn’t be embarrassed.
you will be mutated during the fight with shredder (mutation is irrelevant paste whatever you want) for some time you have to hide with turtles in hideout, you are more and more desperate and longing for your old life, how does your boyfriend react? how does he try to comfort you? does he blame himself for this situation?
Thanks you
Mutagen Mutation
All 2012 turtles
AN: You didn't specify an iteration so I went with 2012! I hope this is to your liking ヾ(＾∇＾) and wozers… all of this is just under 900 words! It really doesn't look like it- also, I tried to give them each about the same amount but Mikey was kind of hard to write simply bc this is probably my first time writing for him (ノдヽ) hopefully I’ll get better with time!
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Leo
He definitely blames himself the most out of the four, he’s the leader, yk he should have been able to do something to prevent it from happening in the first place.
He does what he can to be there for you in your moment of need though.
He constantly feels like he's trying to make up for what happened.
His room is open to you any time you want to just lie in bed undisturbed, whenever he eats he makes sure you get something too, and he leaps at the opportunity to do anything for you should you ask.
But he definitely takes it the hardest, (as read in bullet point one) and constantly beats himself up over it because he's not smart like Donnie or he would be finding the cure himself.
It kind of kills him to wait just as long as you do.
Like if you didn't know any better you would have thought he was the one that was mutated.
Leo does whatever he can to make you just a little less miserable.
Whether it be physical affection, watching a show that you like, or even just sitting together in silence, he will do it.
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Raph
At first he was actually kind of hyped. Cut him some slack okay- his partner just got mutated and after the first day he was like “so now you finally get to see what it's all about.”
But he's really quick to understand you don't enjoy this.
He definitely also blames himself but doesn't sit around beating himself up over it either.
He is on Donnie’s ass about getting everything sorted out the way it's supposed to be.
He’s not the best at comforting in general so he tries to be there physically. (Even if hugs aren't really his thing)
Don't get it confused though, he doesn't let you sit and stew in your own depression for long.
He won't force you to train with him or anything outside of your abilities but he does pull a “you got two legs that work, let's get moving.”
If he gets impatient waiting on Donnie (which he probably is by day three) he’ll start to take matters into his own hands and do some… “independent research” topside.
He hates sitting around while you suffer because of something that could have easily been prevented.
Once you are back to normal he doubles down during training to an extent that puts Leo to shame.
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Donnie
While he may not blame himself as much for the initial accident, he does start voicing it when it starts to take too long to figure out a way to turn you back.
Yes, he does heavily blame himself for not protecting you at the moment but what really grinds his gears is his inability to make any progress in the lab.
Because of this, if you’re wanting any comfort you would have to drag him away from the vials on his desk for the first few days.
When his progress begins to slow, he may become more aware of your emotional needs and your deteriorating motivation.
He can be good at comforting when he actually tries to be.
He gives good hugs and reassurance falls from his lips pretty easily late at night when it's just the two of you.
But he’s constantly apologizing for everything.
He’s sorry you got mutated. He’s sorry he hasn't figured something out yet. He’s sorry he’s not good enough to cure you right here right now.
Your voice of concern to go home hurts him. So he does the best he can to make that a reality.
Even if it means pulling another all-nighter after wiggling his way out of your comfortable sleeping embrace.
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Mikey
At first he was hyped after the initial shock of everything and confirming you're okay.
His significant other just got turned into a mutant like him! How could he not be happy?
But while Mikey may miss some cues here and there, he is not stupid.
He notices when you start to withdraw from hanging out with everyone, instead huddling up in his room.
So he goes where you go, if you’ll have him.
He makes for great company late at night when you can't sleep in a body that isn't yours.
Surprisingly deep conversation flows between the two of you as you both lie on your backs, staring up at the ceiling.
He’s really good at trying to change your negative viewpoint to a positive one.
You miss your family? “Well you’ll get to see them again soon, Donnie’s working on a cure. Until then, me, my brothers, and even Master Splinter can be like a second family!”
Sometimes though, words aren't enough to mend the wound in your longing heart.
But until they are, he’ll continue to motivate you and push you to enjoy the time spent in the lair by occupying your time with various activities.
Pranks, It's mainly pranks. But, seeing Raph get covered in water, flour, and feathers does make for great entertainment.
TMNT 2012 Raphael Hamato x Reader 🍋 - Rough and Tumble
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🥀 Summary: After dating Rap for almost a year, he begins to ache for you...
🥀 Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, smut, porn w/ plot, unprotected sex, creampie, face sitting, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, dirty talk, teasing, dom!Raph, sub!reader, fem!reader, first time, virgin!Raph, virgin!Reader
🥀 Word Count: 4,175
Your relationship with Raph had been an utter whirlwind up until this point, starting on that faithful night, lying in your bed eating pizza and dripping grease on your cocktail dress. Nearly a year had passed since then, and not a day went by that the two of you weren’t absolutely enamored with one another. Raph hardly ever spoke of anything but you, gushing to his brothers behind your back, even more excruciatingly often than Donnie had over April. He held you in the highest regard- you hung the moon in his eyes, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been disappointed with the pace of things.
Though he’d never gathered the courage to profess it, Raph had an ache for you that no amount of kisses or cuddles could cure. He hungered- no, starved for you in a way that destroyed his sense of morality when he looked at you, blinking at his advances without a clue in the world. He felt endless guilt for the way he pictured your body and the unspeakable things he wanted to do to it, coupled with that innocent face you had. But the corruption was part of the fun.
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“Honey!” you beamed cheerfully, strolling into the lair. “I’m home, and I brought you something!”
“Well, hello to you too,” Leo grumbled, playfully rolling his eyes as he sat in a beanbag, flipping through TV channels.
“Sorry, Leo!” you rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. “I didn’t even see you, I was just excited to see-”
“Raph, I know.” He chuckled. “So, what’d you get him?” He asked, eyes never leaving the television.
Excitedly, you hurried over to him, crouching down at his side and pulling the contents of the bag you had out. “Our anniversary is coming up, and Raph mentioned wanting to learn how to kickbox, so I got us matching gloves and kneepads! See?” You explained, showing off one of each pair of gloves. Both were ruby red, with gold stitching and embroidery. “I even got them monogrammed! Do you think he’ll like them?”
The eldest turtle gave a kind smile as he handed you back the gift. “I know it,” he confirmed with a nod, beginning to turn his attention back to the TV. “He’s actually in the dojo now, you should go give them to him.” Without another word or thanks for the encouragement, you were gone, throwing the door to the dojo open. Leo rolled his eyes at your antics, continuing to channel surf. “You’re welcome.”
“Hi, honey!” you chirped again, your eyes falling on your boyfriend, who, upon seeing you, gleefully dropped what he was doing to run over and scoop you up.
“What’s up, baby?” He asked, pecking your lips as he set you down. “What’cha got there?”
“A present for you,” you teased, rocking from heel to toe. “Early anniversary gift.”
“Doll, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he sighed, taking the bag as you enthusiastically shoved it into his arms.
“I wanted to, besides, it’s for both of us.” you snickered while he began to dig through the bag.
“Oh my God,” he paused, shoulders slumping. “Baby, you didn’t-”
“I did.” You giggled, preparing for a hug of gratitude, which you immediately received.
“Babe, you’re the best. I love you so much, thank you.” Raph praised into your hair, his head resting atop yours. Moments later, he broke apart from you, slipping the gloves over his hands, admiring the fit and look of them.
“I got me a pair too, I thought we could learn to kickbox together!” you sang, dipping into the bag to fetch your own pair.
“Baby, I don’t know what to say, this is awesome.” He gushed, watching you with a dopey, lovesick smile.
“You don’t need to say anything, babe. But you can put up your dukes because I’m gonna kick your butt!”
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You did, in fact, not kick his butt. In fact, you hadn’t been able to land a single hit on him since you began sparring. Every punch you threw was redirected in a way that almost always landed you flat on your back, your lover looming over you with a cocky grin. Laid out on the mat for what you decided would be the last time, you huffed, growling as you shot up at him.
“What’s the matter, dollface?” Raph taunted, peridot eyes playful but full of an emotion you couldn’t place. “Gettin’ mad?”
“No!” you shouted bitterly. “I was just going easy on you!”
“Sure…” he laughed, turning his back on you, cracking his knuckles as he gloated. This was your opening. Gritting your teeth, you swept your leg out, kicking his feet out from under him before wrestling him to the floor. Before he could catch his bearings, Raph found himself in a headlock, your thighs squeezing the life from his throat as you twisted his arm and pulled it away from him.
“How’s that, huh?!” you hollered, pulling your meanest face. “You like that?!” Oh, did he. He never in his wildest dreams would’ve imagined you’d get him like this, and still be so oblivious to the effect you had on him at that. You took his silence as surrender, cheering for yourself as you rolled him into a new position, laying him out flat and sitting on his chest, arms pinned under your knees so he couldn’t escape. “Ha! I told you I was gonna kick your butt!”
Unbeknownst to you, Raph was coming undone beneath your weight, mind running free with all the most lewd ways he could take advantage of this. Ultimately, though struggling, he contained himself- that is, until you opened your mouth again, ruining his hardly-kept zen. “Not all big and bad now, are you?”
“Oh, baby, I’ll show your ass ‘big and bad’! C’mere!” With that and minimal effort on his part, you both were switched. You now laid beneath him as he straddled your waist, both of your wrists in a single hand as his other was planted firmly on your face, squishing your cheeks together.
There was a pause as dead silence hung in the air, neither of you moving a muscle, only gazing into each other’s eyes. Within seconds, your lips crashed against his, giving him all the consent he needed for now. A few soft moans tumbled over your lips in the few instances that they were unoccupied, stirring his stomach further into oblivion. His hand left your face, trailing down, lingering at your throat a moment before continuing, caressing your curves. To you, he was feeling you up, but in reality, Raph was mapping you out, meticulously learning and memorizing every dip, ridge, and curve.
A stir in the adjoined room made you both freeze, knowing that Master Splinter would punish you both to the fullest extent possible if he caught you making out in the dojo. Once all seemed clear, your beaux pulled you up from the floor before lugging you over his shoulder, much to your humiliation. “R-Raphael Hamato! You put me down this instant!” you scolded deaf ears as he continued to the door. “You are not carrying me like this in front of your brothers!” That was precisely what he was going to do.
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After what could only be described as a walk of shame, you were escorted to his bedroom, where you were immediately tossed on his bed. “W-Wait-” you halfheartedly protested.
“I’m sorry, babe,” he huffed, backing up a bit. “Guess I got kinda carried away.” he laughed sheepishly, crawling closer again. “I just…I get so riled up when I’m with you, especially when you’re on top of me like that- Fuck, you just look so pretty.”
Though it wasn’t uncommon for him to compliment your looks, the way he said it made you feel like it was the first time hearing it. It felt just like how he showered you with praise that first night.
“Y-You think I’m pretty when I sit on top of you..?” you repeated, more to hear it from your own lips than to have the statement clarified. He simply nodded in response, eyes glued to your lips, leaning in as if he wasn’t actually in tune with the world around him.
“The prettiest, baby,” he muttered, capturing your kiss again, crawling between your bent knees to loom over you like before. “So so fuckin’ pretty…”
“Raph, you’re making me nervous…” you confessed between kisses. “You’re not usually this forward…”
For a moment, he backed away again, the image of you rejecting his advances flashing through his mind. Mossy eyes peered up into yours, searching for anything to indicate emotion, but fell short- you were so conflicted. On one hand, you’d never had much sexual experience, and the thought of potentially being a bad lay terrified you. You’d heard stories of boys dumping girls due to lack of experience, and no matter how close you two were, that fear was nearly impossible to shake. Though, on the other hand, it was hard to ignore the way his praise made you melt like you were digesting magma- so was the way your legs shook at the prospect.
“Sorry…” he finally sighed, out of breath while his fingers absent-mindedly gripped at any bit of you they could reach. “I’m not tryna’ make you uncomfortable but,” he paused, breath hitching in his throat as he pictured you. “Baby I want you, so so so bad.”
The revelation left you reeling, fuzzy-headed with tummy churning. Suddenly, everything was so clear. It all made sense, the positions you find yourselves in, the way he’d shower you with compliments so close to your ear you could hardly hear them. “Y-You…” you trailed, breathing labored, and stuck in your windpipe. “Want me...?”
Raph sighed, finally you understood how he burned for you. “Yes, baby. I want you real bad. You have no idea the shit I wanna do to you.” Seeing you ease into the idea, he took the liberty of lifting your hand, planting kisses up your arm. He thought it’d be a romantic way to gently push forward, but all that went out the window when he heard you softly whimper:
“Show me how bad…?”
In an instant, he was on you, kissing your lips roughly, guiding your arms around his neck while he slowly began to trail down your jaw. This wasn’t the first time you’d made out to the point of fondling and drooling all over each other’s throats but this time was special- you could feel it. You whined under his touch as his cold fingers inched up under the hem of your shirt. Writhing at the sensation, you instinctively arched your back in a vain effort to be closer to him. Chuckling at you, he slipped an arm under your back, holding you against him as he gnawed at your flesh, leaving mild bruises peppered along your neck and should as he went. “Oh, Raph…” you cried, overwhelmed by the lust bubbling inside you.
“Love it when you say my name like that,” he purred into your collarbone. “Fuck, I wanna do everything to you…”
“Tell me…” you whispered, barely audibly. “Tell me all the dirty things you think about…”
Raph shuddered, hearing those words in your voice as he buried his face into your shoulder. “Wanna taste that sweet pussy of yours, fuck this throat,” he groaned, fingers ghosting over your flesh, threatening to choke you. “Want you to ride me ‘til the sun comes up.”
“Is that all?” you muttered, struggling to keep a confident face as his words hit straight to your womb.
“Not even close, baby.” He smirked against your skin. “Want you every way.”
Sitting up against him, you began to shift positions. You were tired of laying there, letting him do all the work- you needed to show that you wanted him equally so. “In that case,” you said airily, popping up on top. “I'm all yours, baby.”
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Raph was beginning to feel a sting in his bottom lip, having now definitely broken skin. Biting it was the only thing he could do to keep himself together. His fingers had tangled themselves in your hair as one arm rested behind his head for support. You’d never thought he’d be so vocal when experiencing pleasure, but there he was, lounging in bed, moaning, whining, cussing, and praising all at the same time. It made you sticky knowing you were doing this to him, reducing him to putty in your hands- or rather in your mouth.
It had taken you a minute to get the hang of this, and a few directions from him, such as “A-Ah, no teeth baby- fuck yeah, that's it!” but you felt like you were a pro at this point. Diligently, your head bobbed you and down nearly his full length, only stopping when your nose smooshed against his shell or his tip tickled the back of your throat.
“Oh my God, you’re so fuckin’ good at this, baby.” he groaned guiding your head gently. “Taking this dick like a fuckin’ champ.” You hummed in response, loving his praise and how you made him feel. “Can’t wait to eat up that little pussy, gonna make you feel so good, baby.”
Jaw tired, you decided to take his talkativeness as an opportunity for rest, pulling off him with a pop. Instead, you nuzzled your face against his crotch, languidly pumping him in your fist. “Tell me how you want me baby.” you cooed, peppering kisses along his shaft.
“Fuck, you're gonna make me cum if you keep talkin’ like that…” he groaned, bucking his hips up, missing the warmth of your mouth.
“I better stop then…” you teased lustily, halting your motion altogether and releasing your grip just enough so all he could feel was your fingertips and palm ghosting against him.
“Baby, don’t do this to me,” Raph whined, eyes screwed shut and breathing heavily. “Damnit, I was so close.” You peered down at him, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you stifled a giggle. It felt amazing to be in control of him after all this time. The power was intoxicating, that was until he grew tired of your taunts and ripped it away from you.
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All you could do was scream, hoping nobody else could hear your hysterics as your hips bucked, begging for amazing friction. You were now reduced to ankle socks and a bra, pushed up to reveal your bouncing breasts. Completely naked from the waist down, you now sat, knees on either side of his head, riding his face. The way his tongue worked you was overwhelming, bringing tears to your eyes, as you sobbed for him. “O-Oh my God, Raph-! I-It feels so-!” You were hardly able to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences. “Good!”
Beneath you, Raph burring himself between your thighs, tongue parting your labia and suckling on your swollen clit like it could have been his last meal, moaning the entire time. You were delicious, sweeter tasting than he could’ve possibly imagined. He was addicted to the lack of air, suffocated with your needy heat. It was enough to make him absent-mindedly rock his hips with the rhythm of yours. He might have touched himself had it not been for the grip his hands had on your hips that he was unwilling to part with.
The feeling came upon you so suddenly that you almost didn't recognize it. It wasn’t like when you’d done things by yourself, there was no build-up, no knot snapping taught. It was as if he’d pushed a button that instantly sent you over the edge. “B-Baby!” you shrieked, almost frightened of the spontaneous intense wave of pleasure washing over you. “I-I think I’m-!” Before you could finish your decree, a long, cracking, needy croon was fished from your throat as you rode out the sudden orgasm.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl, let it all out,” your lover encouraged, voice muffled as he continued to work you through your high. “Cum all over my face, pretty-pretty.” You did as he commanded, doing nothing to stop your sweet cream from glazing his mouth and cheeks. Exhausted and emotional, you slid down him and your shoulders slumped as you put your weight in your palms, resting them on his chest. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you cum.” He smirked, rubbing your thigh comfortingly.
“You need a minute, baby?” He asked, smiling gently up at your flushed face. To his surprise, you urgently shook your head in protest.
“N-No! I’m not done.” you decided, sliding down his plastron. “I wanna go all the way with you…” Your answer stunned him a bit and his smile faded.
“Are you sure, doll? You look pretty tired.” he rationalized. “If we stop here, I won’t be mad, I’ll just finish myself off later.”
Your heart melted at his concern for your comfort, but you still refused. “No,” you huffed, mounting his lap. “I wanna feel you inside me,” You could feel his cock stiffen against your overly sensitive clit, making your hips twitch on contact. Suddenly, a tear slipped from your pleading eye and you looked into him needily. “Please, Raphael…” He tensed, you only used his full name when it was urgent. “I need you to make love to me…”
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Initially, the anguish was nearly unbearable, forcing him to pull out several times, but eventually, you got used to the full feeling, only needing now to overcome the sting. Raph was a perfect gentleman throughout, staying perfectly still unless instructed otherwise, and letting you take the lead. “T-Touch me, please…” you begged, needing some sort of distraction from the pain. His palm quickly found your breast, groping and admiring it with one hand while the other stayed on you, keeping you firmly planted against him.
“You have the nicest body, (Y/N)...” he soothed, brushing a thumb over your perked nipple. “Perfect tits, smooth skin, pretty face,” he rambled on, showering you with compliments, waiting for your face to unwrinkle. When it didn’t he thought of something else. “Here, doll,” he cooed, taking both hands off you to guide yours up to your chest. “Play with these for me, ‘kay?” You nodded, obediently fondling yourself with little shame. One hand found its back home on the hump of your hip, while the other came up to your lips, prompting you to wet the fingers. You did so, parting your lips and sucking both thick digits before watching them sink between your thighs.
Soothed by the aid, you hardly even notice when you’d begun to rock your hips, seeking more stimulation against your clit. At first, the movement was minuscule, but soon, you bounced enough to feel his tip bottom out, making you shriek. Beneath you, Raph groaned gutturally at deep penetration and the way you clenched around him when surprised. As if everything fell into place at once, you nodded, ready to officially begin. Wasting no time, he began pumping into you at a painfully slow pace with deep, meaningful strokes.
You hated this, though you couldn’t place why. It was like he was teasing you going so slowly. “R-Raph…faster…” you whimpered, hands roaming your own body. That was all the consent he needed to kick it up a gear, clamping both hands on your hips and picking up pace to a steady rhythm. Before you knew it, you were on cloud nine, bouncing yourself in time with his thrusts, gaining momentum and speed as time drug on.
“Ahhh,” he sighed, brows knitting together. “Yeah, baby just bounce on my cock, you know just what to do, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” you mumbled, lost in never before felt pleasure.
“You love riding my dick, don’t you princess?” He asked, breathing heavily, trying to distract himself from cumming too early from the excellent squeeze you offered.
“Yes, sir.” you replied with a breathy moan, head thrown back in pleasure.
“How much?” he pressed, the pace picking up to breakneck speed as he brutalized your cervix.
“So fucking much!” you gasped, nearly screaming at the tension building inside as he pounded into you.
“Tell me how much you love riding this dick, baby,” he demanded. “C’mon and be a good girl and tell me,”
Humiliation bubbled inside of your stomach in a way that fueled your fire. Face beet red you shyly muttered: “I-I love…r-riding your dick…” Suddenly, all stimulation ceased and Raph fell as still as the eye of a storm. Looking down, you panicked, slightly annoyed. “W-What? Why’d you stop?” He ignored you, a cocky grin playing on his lips. “G-Go, please!” you begged, even trying to lift yourself off of him to bounce on him again, but his grip on your waist held you cemented to him, but still starving. “W-What gives, babe? Please go!”
“Louder.”
“W-Wha-?” you blushed impossibly deeper, confused and frustrated to bits.
“Say it louder,” he repeated unrelenting.
“Raph-!” you squealed, clicking the pieces together. “Enough games, please!” You continued to struggle against his grip to fuck yourself on his cock, to no avail.
“I’m not gonna finish fucking you until you scream for me.” he flirted darkly. “I want everyone to know who makes you feel this good.” You resisted further, before finally giving in.
“I-I love riding your dick…” you said, nearly in a normal speaking voice. Still, he refused to move.
“What’s that? I couldn’t hear you?” He teased, leaning closer as if to hear you better.
“I said I love riding your dick!” barely shouted, relieved to feel the very slightest friction.
“One more time, with feeling and I’ll give it to you so good,” he promised, shallowly rocking his hips. “One more time, baby, loud and proud for me.”
“Please fuck me baby, I love riding your fucking dick!” you finally cried out, gritting your teeth and screaming lewdly into the air when he started again, pounding into you harshly.
“Atta girl!” he purred, locking in on finishing you for good. “You’re so good for me, aren’t you, princess?”
“Y-Yes!,” you gasped, both to the question and just as a general statement. “Yes, yes, yes yes, oh, right there!”
“Fuck baby,” Raph crooned, his toes curling as tension built in his stomach. “You feel so damn good.” As if on cue, he shuddered, coming undone even more quickly upon feeling your messy hole clench around him.
“G-God, Raph, I’m so close!” you wept, slopping rutting your hips against his. “I-I’m gonna-!” Words tumbled over your lips, but the capacity for thought had long since dissolved, only being replaced with a lust that would permanently alter your brain chemistry.
Laid out under you, Raph was in a similar state, mind fogged by your visage and feel and the fact that he had you all to himself. “C-Can’t believe you’re all mine,” He mumbled through gritting teeth and furrowed brows. “Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine-” He began to chant in tune with his brutal thrusts until finally, he tipped over the edge with a string of obscenities.
Likewise, you’d also been reduced to less than coherent speech, simply moaning and whimpering, having entirely given up talking dirty. You could feel it when he came- the bruising grip his fingers had on your thighs, the ache in your tummy from how he’d rearranged your guts, even the warm spurt that filled any gaps his cock hadn’t been able to occupy. Not that you could put two and two together, too focused on your own orgasm as it just began to breach.
The sensation rocked you, filling you with a buzzy warmth you’d never been able to achieve before. It felt so special to feel this for the first time with someone you loved, you thought as you came down from your high, still seeing white. Absent-mindedly, your hands blindly searched for his, unsure for a moment if it had been a dream. You were relieved to feel his large hand envelope yours, softly caressing your fingers with his thumb.
“I’m right here, baby,” he soothed, almost as if he’d read your mind. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” You smiled at this, tiredly pushing against him to give just enough space for his softening member to flop out of you. You shuddered at the empty feeling and the way his seed leaked out of you in what felt like gallons. Not caring enough to clean up right away, you simply laid ontop of him, head resting just under his chin.
“I love you…” you said, as less of a reminder than a need for validation in your fragile state.
“I love you too, dollface.” he sighed, petting your hair. “Thanks for trusting me.”
“Mhmm…” you hummed in response, threatening to nod off.
“Think this’ll happen again?” he wondered aloud, propping his head up with a bent arm.
“Maybe…” you replied softly, secretly wishing he’d shut up and let you sleep already.
“Well, if it does, we should probably use a condom next time.”
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