Splinter prefers goose, but he saves that meal for Christmas Eve. Instead, he and Mikey take turns basting the turkey the night before.
Despite the color, Raph hates cranberry sauce and refuses to eat if it touches his plate.
Mikey will insist on having both of the turkey drumsticks. Then he will proceed to play a kicking rhythm on his plate with those 'drumsticks'.
Leo likes his food orderly and not touching - "It's presentation!"
Donnie enjoys mixing his food all together. "After all", he explains to Leo's disgusted expression, "it all goes down the same way, plus, this way makes eating the meal more efficient.". (Leo moves his seat)
Mikey is a fiend for deviled eggs, which used to be bad for Raph when they shared a bedroom. "Now", the big brute smiles with glee, "it's your problem".
Watch Donnie around the rolls!
Actually, watch Donnie around the desserts too.
At some point, early in the day, you will be sitting on the dojo floor thinking about that one episode of Friends as you watch a long-practiced, annual tradition of Teams Raph/Donnie and Leo/Mikey playing some sort of hybrid version of football and ninjutsu.
Several hours later you will join Splinter, Donnie, and Mikey for the second long-practiced, annual tradition of starting Thanksgiving dinner without Leo and Raph. The two alphas always end up in a dog pile on top of the football, refusing to concede.
Stories are told around the dinner table but the best one you hear from the four chuckling, yet proud turtles, is that when they were young, the guys snuck onto one of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade floats. The public thought that they were just part of the decorations. Splinter, of course, was furious. However, to this day you can still spy them in old footage clips from that year.
ššššChristmasšššš
Mikey was always required to bunk with Leo on Christmas Eve so that he wouldn't sneak during the night to catch Santa. FYI, this still happens to this day.
As a kid, one of Leo's favorite things was to listen to Splinter read Twas The Night Before Christmas while curled up in his father's lap. He still insists that his father read the poem, but now he curls up on the sofa with a hot cup of chamomile tea.
When Raph was a kid, he liked to go sit on rooftops on Christmas Eve and daydream about living in one of the apartments with a mom baking cookies and dad, Splinter, allowing them to open one present on Christmas Eve. He still likes to go enjoy the solitude on Christmas Eve, but now he looks up at the stars and thanks each one for bringing you into his life.
Donnie has always been sleep-adverse, even as a kid; so, Splinter had a Christmas Eve ritual to get his genius son to sleep. Splinter would make Donnie take a hot lavender bath, then he would give him melatonin and some warm milk to wash it down with, then he would rub circles around Donnie's plastron, while humming a Japanese lullaby, until he was asleep. Splinter has now handed this tradition off to you, he even taught you the lullaby's tune.
Mikey's favorite thing about Christmas Eve is bingeing Christmas movies while indulging in hot chocolate and cookies.
Leo's least favorite thing about Christmas Eve is Mikey hyping up on the sugar of hot chocolate and cookies before he has to bunk with Mikey.
ššššNew Year's Evešššš
Leo's long-time dream for New Year's Eve is a perfect romantic, intimate one. He dreamed that if he ever had a significant other, he would want to cuddle in front of a fireplace, sip champagne, and enjoy a lovely meal prepared by them both. Then he would slow dance with her until midnight struck, telling her how special she was to him, ending the dialogue with a longing peck on the mouth (he tried to keep his daydreams from running wild).
Raph's long-time dream for New Year's Eve is to party up until nearly midnight, then get to take his special lady to Times Square and kiss her at midnight among the falling confetti. He would hold her close, to keep her warm and enjoy the moment of just being 'part of the crowd' with a lovely woman on his arm.
Mikey's long-time dream for New Year's Eve is to join Raph in partying until close to midnight. Then he would ninja his way to the big glittering ball, mount it, and ride it down its descent for the sole purpose of getting to say that "Three Balls Dropped" into the new year or, equally funny, "Everyone Celebrated My Balls Dropping" (he can't make of his mind which one he would yell). Then he would run to his girl, make sure she was giggling at his antics and then whisk her away to utilize the first few hours of the new year with wild sex.
Donnie's always dreamed of building a matter transportation device to teleport himself to the first time zone to experience midnight. Then, he would continue to visit each time zone in succession and experience New Year's Eve around the world. Of course, he'd have to take his lady-love with him and get to kiss her over and over again at each new midnight, in each new city. Although it's been a long-time daydream...his device is nearly ready...are you?
I don't see many who ask for it and I adore the last one you did.
So IF it strikes your creative juices to do so, I would love another Abe Sapien NFSW with a female reader.
I don't have a specific scenario in mind, I thought I would leave that to something that may have been brewing in your mind for awhile. Eh, maybe bonus points for reader being regular bystander type person. But no real emphasis on that.
Again, only if the mood strikes you. I am the type that can only write when it hits me, the story, the timing, etc, so I like to give others a out if the mood never strikes them.
Adore and worship your writing ššš
Some Abe loving? Heck yes my dude! Also big fan of your stuff! I think this is the first time I have you in the inbox š
Rated Explicit (18+ only)
Thereās many things that have stricken Abe. He feels things perhaps even more strongly than many could. The super hero gig brings a lot of emotions to the forefront, is he just a well treated captive with morals? Maybe. Itās protecting mankind something stands for? Most certainly.
Still doesnāt make the job any less harder.
And sure some civilians would rather spit at him and his comrades, treat them as less, as freaks.
Which brings him to right now, hiding behind a strangers couch while the authorities speak to her.
āAre you sure you didnāt see anything suspicious?ā The too well dressed agent ask once more. You shake your head.
āLike I said, I heard noises but I wasnāt about to stick my head out the windowā Actually you had, and thatās when you saw blue and large black eyes. The supposed cop writes something down, gives you once last glance behind your shoulder before thanking you for the cooperation.
The evening had gone from completely quiet to a few shouts and gun fire, which was common in this neck of the woods but when you chanced a glance and saw Abe (he had politely introduced himself) you noticed the wound on his arm.
āI think youāre clear, for now at leastā You whispered as you locked the door, Abe slowly stood from behind the couch, large eyes blinking.
āI cannot begin to express my gratitudeā¦.ā You held your hands up and shook your head before he could continue. āI just, it felt wrong to leave you out there and much more to turn you inā Your eyes followed the blood on his arm, it hit you again and you jittery went about looking for a towel or anything whilst apologizing profusely.
Between stopping the bleeding and getting a crash course on suturing with dental floss and a needle, the hours had passed between that and gentle speaking. Abe had explained who he is and what he does. His busted up communicator had been the first problem of the night, getting separated from his team had been the second. Your superstitious brain had its way upon learning that creatures of all sort (good or bad) basically roam the earth.
āHave you ever thought about leaving?ā You had asked over a warm cup of coffee. Those bottomless eyes of his had twitched slightly.
Abeās thought of it. Packing up randomly and just leaving. To see how true it is that heās the last of his kind, the last of his family.
When a stranger says it, it feels sort of possible.
Doable.
He shakes his head instead, the edges of his mouth betraying only slightly. āNo, I canātā He leaves it that and you silently accept it.
Curiosity gets a hold of you as you tentatively pressed an index and forefinger to his forearm. Heās naturally cool, insanely soft but firm. You smile genuinely surprised, if anything mesmerized by the look of him.
You did always feel at home in the water. To see somebody who, for them, the water was first nature for them. Well it made all those stories your nana would tell you about the sea life feel so real. Just like that you let both fingers trail down his forearm, a gentle path without words.
And yet it spoke so greatly to Abe.
āIām not a mermaidā He laughed softly, your wide eyes too comical for him to handle.
āForgive me, but I have other abilities that allow me toā¦ well to read you betterā Did he just admit to being a mind reader?
You swallow, embarrassment tinting your cheeks and a hand still resting atop his own. Abe, not wishing to, read every alarmed thought and even ones that wouldāve made him blush if he could. His hand held your wrist gently. āSorry, I didnāt mean to embarrass youā His apology was genuine, you shook your head with a shy smile.
What a strange turn of events the night had been. After some chatter and another pot of coffee, Abe was standing to take his leave. He had to somehow find his way back to the main camp, from there alert everyone that he was safe and had just been taking shelter.
In the company of a beautiful lady.
He swallowed, absently he ran a hand over the bandages you had so carefully wrapped around his arm. āAll things considered, Iām glad you showed up at my windowā You walked him over to said window, you both chuckled.
āAll things considered, thank you for helping meā¦ I fear I wouldnāt have had the same luck with the family of four beneath youā That pulled another series of chuckles from the two of you. There was an awkward pause, Abe stuck his hand towards you. You licked your lips and shook your head.
Instead you wrapped him up in a hug.
It left him quite stumped and not many things stumped Abe. Slowly he wrapped his arms around you, palms resting at the middle for your back. You thought about how nice he felt against you and it was enough to make his body feel something.
You pulled away gently, fingers lingering over cold scales. Those big dark doe eyes of his blinked in their unique inquisitive way.
Something inside of you said, āscrew itā
Abe feels lips against his own, soft and unsure but nevertheless, perfect.
Kissing didnāt seem like something heād ever partake in, needless to say it didnāt mean he often thought about it.
And now, with your lips against his own, he feels so much more than just your curiosity. He feels the shape of you against him, hands cupping his cheeks, the gentle tug to bend just enough to better kiss him. Itās almost intimidating how wrapped up he is in it.
When youļæ¼ seize with a gentle final press to the bottom of his lip, Abeās forgotten his original intention of bidding you adieu.
Instead, he captures your lips once more and chances upon a firmer kiss. You follow it, follow the shyness and inexperience but the mechanics are there, the knowledge is there and you sweetly guide him in the dance of it. You find yourself pressed against the very window he was about exit out of and the cold of his skin in front you rivals the cold of the glass behind you. Heās firm, not at all jacked up like your past lovers but thereās an enticing strength to his lean body.
Thereās something even more enticing how the blue of his skin contrast against your own human tone. The buckle of his belt digs into your navel when you urge him closer, lost in his cold lips. That very hand that could read anything it touches, finds your neck and lingers in warmer flesh.
You want him. Itās insane but you know you want whatever may happen.
He reads that, it makes him shudder because up until now he knew no one would ever consider him to be a lover.
And yet here you were, pressing your lower half against his own and letting a soft moan scatter inside his mouth and down his throat. It goes straight to his gut, so much more lower and itās enough to make him stop and consider you once more.
āI want toā¦ā He already knows the ending to that sentence.
āYou, you donāt know meā Heās trying to find a inch of reluctance somewhere inside of you.
But he finds none.
Just lust, just need.
Just the thought of him and what lies beneath his-
Abe swallows, dark eyes blinking when he feels the palm of your hand against his stomach. āYou said youāre the good guy in all this, yeah?ā Your voice is teasing, nails tempting him further when they scratch closer to the buckle of his belt. Abe only nods, head tilting down to watch that very hand unfasten it, his weapon and other utensils fall.
āThen, unless you donāt want me, I donāt see why we canātā Your tongue snakes out to lick your lips and Abe follows the movement.
āI- I doā A part of him feels shameful, feels heās taking advantage but itās not the case? Is it? Just insecurity trying to claim him once more. He feels your hands grasp his wrist and guides them to your chest-
Oh thatās, they feel very, very soft.
He goes in again, kissing you just a little more feverishly, enjoying that noise he swallowed not too long ago again.
Somewhere between more kissing and curious hands he has you bare before him and youāve just finished nudging his shorts with the heal of your foot. The glass behind you in already hot, somewhat steamed with your body heat. Itās tricky and heās self conscious but the few glances you sneak between the two of you find you even more in lust with the shape of him. You sit on the windowsill and bring him in closer.
You wrap a hand around him and feel his head drop against your shoulder with a shudder. Careful about it, you pump him a few times to get a better sense of his size. āIāve ne-never-ā You kiss his cheek, kiss the worry away. āItās okay, want me to lead?ā You ask softly against his neck with another languid stroke to his shaft.
Abe nods against your shoulder blade.
When you lead him in, slide him inside with little to no issue, heās gut punched by the warmth. How tightly you engulf him, the pulsating that has him stuttering his hips and sighing. You wrap your legs around him, a hand shooting up to grip his shoulder. He sees your head thrown back, resting against the glass a picture of eroticism heās read about.
But here? In real time? With everything thatās coursing in him?
No book could ever amount to this.
He kisses you again, feels more words and cusses filtering into him, breast tightly against his chest and god heās making you feel this. You watch those bottomless eyes watch every inch of yourself move against him. The wet slide of him leaving and entering you with each thrust picking up more and more. The slap of yourself against the window echoes along with the noises you both make.
You grip his waist with your legs, keeping him locked in place, wanting more of this intoxicating feeling, the coldness of his skin contrasting against your warm one. Itās so good, fuck itās so good.
His hand finds your own, lifts it above your head not in a show of possession. More so in an intimate need to connect further with you. You hold his hand, grip tightening the more you feel yourself closer to release. With the way heās breathing you know he is too, the wonderment that heās probably never done this hits you hard.
āY-youāre-ā Your mouth opens. āDoing so fucking goodā You manage to finish off in the midst of a moan.
And that breaks Abe apart.
Has him burying his face in your neck, a whimper and something you barely make out as a competent sentence. He cums just like that, glued to you, surrounded by your scent and the feel of your hot sweaty skin. He manages to keep going a few minutes more to have you cumin. Abe feels that, the way you tighten and constrict around his cock and the oversensitivity is enough to hook him.
You both try catching air, eyes glued to one another.
A quiet understanding that this simply canāt be the last of it.
RAPH: Hey, Y/N, why are you already posting online about your Halloween costume?
Y/N: Huh?
RAPH:
Y/N: RAPHAEL!
DONNIE: Raph, the slow rate at which you learn lessons astounds me.
MIKEY: I hear running.
DONNIE: what was that crash?
MIKEY: coffee table
DONNIE: And that one?
MIKEY: OH man! Not the TV! What did I do?
MIKEY: Don help! TV DOWN. I REPEAT TV DOWN!
Y/N: what's going?
DONNIE: *sigh* Leo and Raph are fighting, again. Mikey, I'm coming. I'll get my toolbox.
Y/N: Guys is everything OK?
Y/N: Guys?
[24hrs later]
***audio file received***
<Splinter's voice> "Is this thing worki-"
***audio file received***
<Splinter's voice> "helloooooo"
<Donnie's voice in background> "Dad, it's not a phone ca-"
***audio file received***
-blip-
***audio file received***
<Donnie's voice in background> "Dad, hold the but-"
***audio file received***
<Donnie's voice in background> "Yes, hold the button the whole time as you speak."
<Master Splinter's voice> "Hello, Y-"
***audio file received***
<Donnie's voice in the background> *I'll just hold it for you, Dad, go ahead and talk."
<Splinter's voice> "Hello, Y/N, this is Master Splinter. I would like apologize for raising such disrespectful sons. Also my son, Raphael, has something he wishes to say to you. Raphael."
<contrite Raph's voice> "Y/N, I'm sorry dat I was disrespectful. I promise ta be betta' in da future and treat ya like a lady. (Pause) <cocky Raph voice> So, for yer costume are ya going ta paint yer entire body green or just the visible parts?"
--THUDDD--
--CRASH--
<Raph's voice far away> "OW, Dad, dat HURT!"
<Donnie's voice> "You were the lab turtle that kept pushing the shocking button for food pellets, weren't you?"
***audio file received***
<Donnie's voice> "*sigh* Y/N, we'll talk again in about another twelve hours"
