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Do You Know What You’re Doing? Bayverse! Turtles x Reader Headcanons
💌 this is based off of a tiny little tiktok trend i’m seeing… people post specific and in-depth things that their s/o does that attracts them :) figured i’d give it a go with the bay boys. a little broad but that’s likely because this was instead written a little more suggestive than i had initially planned. but… who’s complaining? lmfao
if you’re wondering… trend: ‘things i find extremely attractive’ on tiktok
synopsis: the turtles are attractive and things get explicit.
Warnings: NSFW, suggestive, 18+. MDNI. All characters aged up
Leo:
I’d like to believe that Leo, in private, genuinely finds the idea of overpowering people intriguing. He’s learned to do better, KNOWS how to do better when it comes to controlling his attitude– but you give him some leniency with it.
In the scenario where you and he decide to participate in this—"this" meaning being generous about how much of a sassy, authoritative, commanding turtle he's allowed to be—approach with caution. By God, he takes full advantage.
It’s not like the relationship he has with his brothers. Not ridiculously domineering, no. He knows when to act like an actual man.
But he is a tease.
“What?” He would sneer. Clicking his tongue, tilting his head, pouting at you when you don’t get your way.
Again. That’s only in private. He treats you like royalty in the presence of literally anyone else.
I have an idea in my head that he’s definitely the type of individual to enjoy reading books.
Classics, of course, but he gets these (cough) frisky ideas from romance books. No doubt.
That’s where Leo would learn how to do all of this romantic kinky shit to you. No social media, as he’s likely absent from it– maybe visits a few “how-to’s”, but other than that, when it comes to his romanticism tactics; it’s all literature-based.
He’s into begging. Matter of fact, I’d say it’s one of the biggest things he’s into– he loves when the words coming out of your mouth are simply words of want. You want him to do this to you? Him, of all people? You gorgeous being, you. It boosts his damn ego, plain and simple.
Leo got into this by fault of his own. Blue had gotten his hands on a romantic book that consisted of some fairly explicit adult content for the first time; lord knows how he got it. Probably found it in a trash bin on patrol, the cover looked nice.
Had no idea what the book consisted of. Picked it up. Couldn’t put it back down. Discovered something new about himself that day.
It was from then on out he started to hide his growing book collection from his family. Maybe he sets the more acceptable ones out on display… sure.
In PUBLIC, honor boy is a completely different character.
He’s respectful.
Holds the door open, buys you food, aids you with care like no other when you’re sick. Something as simple as a slight headache has him dropping everything to come baby you without having to ask.
That’s all you have to do: ask. That’s it.
If you ever get back from a date night, feet tired from wearing heels or a painful shoe all night, you best believe that man is swooping you right up and off of your feet with the shoes dangling in the other hand.
Leo’s a big fan of back-of-hand/knuckle kisses. It’s one of his favorite ways to show his respect to you, even if he acts the opposite when you’re alone ;)
He just likes getting a rise out of you… tease that man, for God’s sakes. You won’t regret it.
This is just an extra… but he absolutely loooooves helping you zip up your dress. Slowly. Surely. Matter of fact, just follow him to the bedroom, it doesn’t need to be zipped up anyways.
Raph:
We know that Raph hates being excluded from decisions, major or minor.
That’s why it’s his number one priority to make your voice heard.
He WILL make sure that you stand out in a group setting. That man is used to being left out of group conversations. If there’s one thing he can do to show his attention, it’s giving you his own undivided attention; even if that means forcing the rest of the group to listen to what you have to say.
He doesn't care if he has to fight to do it. By all means, speak your truth.
When it comes to people that aren’t his own dearly loved and immediate family, Raph is more of a socially anxious being! Contrary to popular belief, yes. It’s true. He may come off as a hot head… probably because yes. He is. But the dude knits in his free time. He hates people. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… I’m almost 99% he’d be on the introverted side if he were to be publicly accepted.
Speaking of knitting!
Gift giving is his looove language 💕
When winter rolls around, he’s knitting you a blanket and you don’t get a choice but to use it and KEEP it.
When Spring rolls around, he has you bring that blanket back to the lair so he has some sort of scent remnant of you.
It’s really no surprise as to why he wants it. 🙃
On a different topic, I’m also a firm believer that he’d be allllllll over kissing the scars on your body.
So what, you think they’re ugly? He has them too. He thinks they look cool. But oh, they look so much better on you.
Stretch marks. Scars. Injuries of the like. They show a journey and he is so unbelievably down to prove it to you.
Speaking of proving things to you….
Raph likes loves when you speak out against him. It gives him all the more reason to take your two hands in his giant green one and use that shit against you.
You wanna talk about how much you hate your body? How much you think people hate you for who you are? How shitty of a s/o you think you are?
Try saying or proving any of that when one hand is grasping two of yours and the other is over your mouth.
You’re not able to say anything, regardless. Your mind is too busy on other things ;)
Like Raph’s voice, for one. He’s vocal! And is WELL aware.
Spring, he despises; he misses you too much. However, he never allows you over, as he is far too terrified of harming you.
Because he has no control over his actions for the week (at most), you’ve been tasked with staying home. Spring, in its entirety; SUCKS– but Raph will be a trooper for ya’.
It’s only about a week’s length where spring fever hits him like a train. Yeah. A week’s length is all you have to stay home… without him.
So. Before that week starts, he gives you the worst hickies known to mankind.
They’re deep and purple. He only does it so when he sees you again, those feelings come flooding back! It’s like his season, but he’s aware this time. Hell yeah! And he’s got his girl for this round!
As long as you don’t cover them up, Raph treats you just fine. Unless you request otherwise. He’s down for anything you ask of him… Red is desperate.
Donnie:
There’s no telling when a spicier mood will hit him.
But there are signs…. and one is a dead giveaway.
It’s around three in the morning, one night. You decided to stay over at the lair with your genius boyfriend and his family; it was getting late, anyways.
There’s shit scattered all over the lair. As you trudge to grab a snack from the fridge, you manage to step on THREE things: Mikey’s Stuffed Animal, trash that Leo had begged Raph to pick up, and an aluminum wrapper of a strawberry Pop-Tart pastry that Donatello had been particularly fond of.
Speak of the devil. (He’s such a deep sleeper, how could he have heard you?)
Donnie’s voice, laced heavily with sleep, floats from the doorway.
The turtle in purple (and probably sweatpants) would mumble a silly question about why you’re up so late. He approaches, warm hand finding your waist as he leans past you to retrieve his prized juice box from the fridge— pausing before he realizes why you were probably in this exact spot, too.
"Would you like ‘n orange or an apple?" He sleepily murmurs against your forehead, pressing a kiss there before pulling back and wrapping his arms around you.
You don't answer, too distracted by how his thumb traces circles just above your hipbone, the scaly finger sending shivers through your sleep shirt.
It’s not with any intention at first. But… it does grow into some.
He likes how warm you feel against him. He likes how he can use you as a headrest. He likes how he can just think about you and nothing else on his mind. None of those stressors from his work are present in his mind just yet, he’s too focused on you.
Donnie, who is most often perceived to be “in-the-mood” after a long day at work, is actually most often “in-that-mood” when he wakes.
He’s been snoozing for a bit and has nothing on his mind. He’s zoned, he’s sleepy, he’s cozy… and you’re warm… come here, will you?
Donnie's fingers continued along your waist, calloused skin tracing the hem of your sleep shirt. His body remained pressed against yours, weight shifting as he buried his face deeper into your shoulder. You could feel the slow, even rhythm of his breathing against your neck, warm puffs of air raising goosebumps along your arms.
You felt his lips press against the curve where your shoulder met your neck, lingering there, hot and damp.
A little noise– soon discernable as a moan– slipped out from your lips.
You’ve got two seconds to decide whether you want to go back to his room or let him lift you up on the counter before he decides for you.
(someone remind me to post a mini one-shot for that scenario someday. it’s sitting in my drafts)
When Donnie IS of a more conscious state, there is no scenario that man loves more than having you in his lap when he works.
Any time you walk by, he’s waving you towards him with a finger. Or a nod of his head.
You can straddle him, cuddle him, sit in front of him while he works. Donnie doesn’t care. As long as he gets to hold you.
His hands will drift. Waaaaay further than they should be allowed to with that lab door of his wide open.
When he’s awake, he’s very into overstimulating the shit out of you. But he’s, and, this is hard to explain or put into words— nice with it? He talks you through it. Makes sure you’re okay even though you’re seeing stars while he whispers to you. Is pecking kisses upon kisses down your body.
And, of course, helps clean you afterwards.
When he’s sleepy, like previously mentioned; he likes sitting you on top of his thigh once you get back in the bedroom. He gets to watch you receive pleasure all while being able to control how much you get and when. What’s more to love?
His sleepy voice, that’s what. It’s raspy and his voice cracks more than it already does on the daily. Hell, it makes you want to be the one helping him out.
He won’t let you. He takes you in his arms and conks back out instead. 💤
Mikey:
Mikey always loved parties. Even better— he loves taking you to aforementioned parties.
Even if it’s not your thing, he sticks with you the entire time. The sweet tangerine turtle will place his hand on your back ever so slightly, wanting nothing more than to ease you mind of this rambunctious place; oh, what’s that? You want to ditch and get some fresh air?
Say no more.
He's already found the perfect place, temperature-wise. If you've made a statement about being too warm, great! He's already found a secluded place with just the right amount of breeze to keep you comfortable. Too cold? Mikey's jacket is coming straight off of his waist and straight onto your body.
He has this way of making you feel like you're the only two people there, even in the middle of a thousand-person crowd.
He'll lean in close, breath warm against your ear as he whispers some ridiculous commentary about the people around you. Mikey is great at distracting you. Making shitty experiences seem bearable for what they really are.
He looooves taking you on solo walks around the venue you're in; he pays EXTRA attention to what makes you light up as you walk past. If there's a specific vendor... for example, a dessert or drink stand if you're at a party, you best believe that man would watch his wallet run dry if it meant seeing you happy.
He's not the kind to take you out to an ice cream shop and only buy YOU something because YOU were hungry. He'll get something, too! Probably one of those seasonal flavors that sound goofy... cereal milk? That one screams 'Mikey' to me.
As the night becomes too much, and the moon carries on, you two have probably found your way back to the lair. Or, your apartment. Whichever.
Of course, when it's just you two and Mikey's attention is on you, he goes from crowd-pleaser --> pleasure-giver.
Contrary to popular opinion, he’d take it slow!
Even if he’s been with other people before, if that’s a general headcanon of yours— you’re one he genuinely cares about. Mikey’s been eyeing you for ages. Now, he’s finally got his hands on you. Slow and steady, he’ll take it— unless asked otherwise. He wants to remember this remember you.
Mikey LOVES taking the lead, and generally prefers it, but only if you explicitly offer it. He will never force a thing, but if you give him the reins, you aren’t getting them back unless you ask nicely 😂
This doesn’t take away from the fact that he also loves when YOU take the reins! Please. By all means, tell him what to do. He is not going to complain. You may actually get him to listen for once in his life 🤷♀️
Mikey is a huge (!!) fan of praise; if you compliment him or tell him how good he is at being in charge, he'll work even harder to ensure you're taken care of, confirming that he's earned the position you gave him.
Looking into it, maybe this comes from him being the youngest! He likes being able to take authority, especially when it’s in something he’s good at with someone he loves.
Reciprocal touch and reassurance are absolute musts for him; he needs to feel you reaching back just as much as he’s reaching for you. If you run your hands over his shell or pull him closer, he practically melts. He’ll often ask if he’s doing a good job or if you’re enjoying yourself, not out of insecurity, but because your verbal and physical confirmation acts like straight gasoline for him. It sets him on fire, gets him going, it’s his fuel. Seeing you lose yourself in the moment because of something he’s doing is the ultimate ego boost for him, and he’ll reward your praise with even more focused attention.
The aftercare with Mikey is legendary and arguably his favorite part of the whole experience.
He’s a total cuddle bug. He will WRAP HIS LIMBS around you like a koala and refuse to let go.
He’ll bring you water, of course, find your favorite snacks, and maybe even put on a silly cartoon just to keep the atmosphere light and cozy. He’ll then pepper your face with tired, happy kisses and whisper about how much he loves you until you both drift off. :)
And then he’ll wake you up with his snores. Because I know he does. He absolutely does.
ending nights with mikey covered in paint, cuddling close in a cold room because sharing body heat > heater. with hot cocoa and marshmallow kisses, his paint covered touches that are too precious for him to wash off, he strokes a matching strand of hair, stuck together with said substance, back, leaning close to press his nose against yours. mikey has a lot to say much of the time, but right now? none of it seems to be able to come close to be able to express his love for you. so he stays silent, tracing your cheeks with returned touches, the love between you two as fresh as the paint of the wall, and equally as beautiful.
ending “nights” with leo under his arm, curled up in his overly blanketed and pillowed bed, reading comics with him; its probably more like early morning by now, the morning sun probably making its rays known to the skies, but here, underground, the two of you have spent the night watching reruns and bantering, deflecting leo’s stupid flirty comments with equally flirtatious touches, but nothing really transpires, other than him trying to basically crawl inside of you via cuddles. you two sneak through the quieted sewer, giggling, hand in hand like teenagers, stealing snack after snack that you throw at each other later, in the den, trying to make it in each others mouth. but now, both of you are dozing off and he presses kiss after kiss to your temple, sleepily, as his arm begins to drop in time with the lids of your eyes.
ending nights with donnie with video games and lofi. movies and popcorn. coding and cuddling. donnie always seems to have some sort of special plan for the two of you, and you happily share his company with whatever he has planned. he’s not always in the mood for physical touch, other than some side placed kisses and strokes, but he always has a way to express his feelings for you and you’re more than happy to share in his space, something you know is absolutely precious to him. whether thats in his lap, bed, or bean bag. you’re the donnie-proclaimed ruler of his lab. he can’t always tell what your interests are unless you tell him, but he lets you into his world without hesitation, and anything you express favor of is unequivocally yours. movies you’ve mentioned wanting to watch, your favorite multiplayer games ready to go. donnie is all about details, and he’s got yours etched into his soul.
ending nights with raph is about never being alone. dishes? he’ll wash and you can dry! showering? if you don’t mind, he can scrub your hair and back. you brush your teeth together, have matching pjs sets with each other. most of the time, raphael is preoccupied with a lot of other things: reigning in leo, training, crime fighting. so when he can let his mind be completely and utterly yours? he goes wild. his self indulgent part of the night. and his hands are no better. if you so wish, he will carry you everywhere. as long as you’re near. you’re his new favorite stuffie. he’ll cuddle you close and wrap his arms around you (and try not to squish you too much!) but you’re like an addiction to him. lips are kept firmly pressed against yours, hands running over your sides, into your scalp, pressing your body to mold with his.
First and foremost, I’m such a fan of you and your fanfics ❤️ Your writing style has such a good flow and your HCs are so creative and yet entirely true to the characters. Stunning work.
Second, will you be updating the “Not Your Type” fanfic because I check for it like every day 😂 and I will respectfully accept if we’re letting it go but I would be thrilled for part five.
Third 🙃 can you do a little something for the boys for if/how they would confess their feelings for someone? Like who would confess first and who would literally wait 30 years for their crush to confess before they ever said a word, how would the react if their crush confessed first, how would they go about confessing if they decided to be the first to say something?
Thank you and have a good one!
How they would go about having feelings for you,
Bayverse TMNT HC's
A/N: I WILL UPDATE IT SOON I PINKY SWEARR!! I've just been so busy with life that I've just had time to write quick headcanons rather than writing whole fics ahahha
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Leonardo✮⋆˙
Leo would be the type to realize he’s in love way before he ever lets it show.
When he finally comes to terms with how he feels about you, he keeps it entirely to himself.
He wouldn’t tell his brothers. He wouldn’t even say it out loud when he’s alone.
He carries it quietly, like something fragile he’s afraid to mishandle.
Weeks would pass with him turning it over in his head, trying to figure out what the right way to handle it is.
And the thing is—you wouldn’t notice anything different.
He wouldn’t let you see the cracks, wouldn’t let his feelings interfere with how he treats you.
If anything, he’d become even more controlled, more careful.
Eventually, it builds to the point where he needs to let it out somehow.
So he goes to Master Splinter.
Not to ask what he should do—but just to say it somewhere safe.
It comes out quieter than expected, more like a confession he wasn’t planning to make yet.
Splinter would listen, and Leo would feel a strange sense of relief just having someone know.
Even after that, Leo still wouldn’t rush to confess to you.
He would wait for the right moment, something calm and private where he knows he can speak clearly.
If you confessed first, he would freeze for a split second, like the moment didn’t process right away.
Then his entire expression would soften—relief, warmth, something almost vulnerable slipping through.
If he confessed first, it would be careful, sincere, and deeply intentional.
Every word chosen with purpose, even if his voice gives away how much it means to him.
It wouldn’t be flashy—but it would feel heavy in the best way, like something real and lasting.
Raphael
Raph would act like feelings are optional while being completely consumed by them.
The thing is—he would start acting on his feelings before he even realizes they’re feelings.
He’d just suddenly… gravitate toward you.
Want to be around you more, seek you out without thinking about it.
You’d notice he chooses to sit near you, walk beside you, linger a little longer than usual.
He’d be kinder to you than anyone else—softer in ways he doesn’t even notice he’s being.
More patient, more open, more there.
And if anyone pointed it out? He’d immediately get defensive.
Because in his head, it’s not a crush. It’s just—you.
He wouldn’t label it until much later, after it’s already deeply rooted.
Once he does realize, though? That’s when things get complicated.
He’d shut down a bit, get more guarded, because now there’s something to lose.
He’s the type to wait forever out of pure stubbornness.
Not because he doesn’t want you—but because admitting it feels like handing over too much control.
He would rather sit in that tension than risk you not feeling the same.
If you confessed first, he’d be visibly caught off guard for a split second.
Then immediately try to play it cool, like “yeah, I figured.”
Meanwhile his entire chest feels like it’s about to cave in from how hard it’s hitting him.
If he confessed first, it would come out in a rush after he’s held it in too long.
Frustrated, a little messy, but completely honest.
“I like you, alright? Been liking you.”
No fluff, no poetry—just something real that’s been sitting in him for way too long.
Donatello
Donnie wouldn’t fall fast—he’d fall gradually, piece by piece, without even noticing when it became something serious.
It would start as curiosity.
Wanting to talk to you more, wanting your opinion on things, noticing how easily conversations with you flow.
Then suddenly you’re part of his routine without him ever making that decision consciously.
He’d start saving things to show you later.
Little facts, videos, ideas—anything that made him think
“they’d like this.”
He wouldn’t call it feelings at first.
He’d call it “interest,” “comfort,” “statistical preference for your company.”
Anything but what it actually is.
Donnie would 100% be the type to analyze his own emotions like they’re a problem to solve.
He’d mentally track how often he thinks about you… and then get concerned when the number is way too high.
He’d notice how his focus shifts when you’re around.
How he listens more carefully when you speak.
How your approval—your approval specifically—starts to matter more than it should.
That’s when it starts to hit him.
And instead of accepting it… he spirals into overthinking.
“Is this logical?”
“Is this a good idea?”
“What if this affects the team?”
He’d go back and forth with himself for so long that it becomes a whole internal debate.
Unlike Raph, he wouldn’t act on his feelings first.
He’d hesitate. Pause. Recalculate.
You might notice he gets a little awkward sometimes.
Slightly more nervous, more careful with his words.
He’d almost confess a few times—like really close.
Then stop himself at the last second and redirect the conversation.
If you confessed first, he would completely freeze.
Like—full system overload.
He’d blink at you like his brain is buffering.
Then immediately start rambling because silence feels worse.
“Wait—you mean—like, romantically? As in—not platonically? Because I just want to clarify—”
He’d need a second to actually process that this is real.
But once it clicks? The relief is immediate.
You’d actually see the tension leave his shoulders.
He’d smile—soft, a little shy, but so genuine.
If Donnie confessed first, it would take everything in him to do it.
He’d choose a quiet, private moment where there’s no pressure.
Probably fidgeting, avoiding eye contact at first.
But when he finally speaks, his voice would be steady—because he’s thought about this a hundred times.
His confession wouldn’t be flashy.
It would be careful, sincere, and deeply thought-out.
Something like:
“I’ve tried to rationalize this a lot… but I think I like you. More than I can logically explain.”
And honestly? That makes it hit even harder.
Because with Donnie, every word means something.
And saying it at all is him choosing feeling over logic for once.'
Michaelangelo
Mikey would catch feelings fast, but not in a careless way—in a “oh… oh I really like being around you” kind of way.
He wouldn’t sit there and question it like Donnie or suppress it like Raph.
He’d just… feel it.
And then keep feeling it until it’s impossible to ignore.
He’s naturally affectionate, so at first it’s hard to tell what’s different.
But then it is different.
He starts giving you more of his attention than anyone else.
Choosing you first without even realizing he’s doing it.
Sitting closer, talking longer, finding excuses to stay near you.
He’d share everything with you—thoughts, jokes, random ideas, the dumbest things that made him laugh.
And what really gives him away?
He wants to make you laugh specifically.
Like your laughter becomes his favorite sound without him even clocking it.
Mikey wouldn’t hide his feelings well at all.
Not because he’s trying to confess—but because he doesn’t know how to not show it.
The others would pick up on it immediately.
He’d deny it at first, laughing it off like “nahhh, I just think they’re cool!”
But the second he’s alone, he’s thinking about you again.
Unlike the others, Mikey wouldn’t wait forever.
He might try to, if he’s scared of messing things up…
But he’s way too emotional to keep it bottled up long-term.
It would start slipping out in little ways.
Almost-confessions hidden inside jokes.
“Man, if you ever dated me, I’d treat you sooo good—”
Then immediately playing it off like he’s kidding.
If you confessed first?
He would LIGHT UP.
Like instantly—big smile, wide eyes, zero hesitation.
“Wait—seriously?? You like me??”
He’d be so happy it almost feels unreal.
Probably laughs, maybe even pulls you into a hug without thinking.
There’s no cool act, no hesitation—just pure, honest excitement.
If Mikey confessed first, it wouldn’t be planned.
At all.
It would come out in a moment where he feels it too strongly to keep in.
Maybe mid-conversation, maybe after you do something that makes his chest ache in the best way.
“Okay wait—I gotta say this before I explode—I really like you.”
It would be messy, a little rushed, but completely genuine.
hey so how do you think the bayverse boys would deal with a s/o where they stress bake or cook when they’re upset. The boys experience this for first time. Coming over and s/o has made too much food and is a 5 star chef, not cuz they were taught how to cook. They’ve just done this a lot for years that now they’re just good at it. “I forgot what I was upset about… there’s too much here. Wanna help me eat it all?”
As someone who used to have a stress baking problem I 1000% relate to this. 😅
Sweets
Gn reader x Individual Turtles
No warnings, just marshmallow fluff
It's been a rough week, one thing after another, and today you hit your limit. You don't even remember what did it, but whatever it was was the last straw, and when you get home, you go straight to the kitchen.
Eventually, it's pushing 3am and you look around you in desperation as you've finally run out of counter space.
Shit.
A sound behind you catches your attention...
Leo
"Uh-huh..." He says, looking around him in disbelief as you squeak and spin around. This was something he had not expected from you.
You fidget nervously, Leonardo values self restraint, especially in the face of heightened emotions. You were really hoping he wouldn't find out about this particular quirk.
"So... baking." He says, thoughtfully.
"Yeah..." You reply.
"Special occasion...?" He asks hesitantly, his eyes turning to you. He doesn't show it, but inside he's panicking that he's forgotten something. There's been some elevated gang activity lately, and they've been pulling double patrols. Fuck. He *swore* he'd never let you come second, how could he forget... whatever... today is? What the hell kind of boyfriend is he???
You shrug, trying to appear cool, but more embarrassed toward the end, "Bad week. I just kind of wanted to feel like I was in control of something... it may have gotten out of hand."
A crisp cool wash of relief floods his nervous system. He didn't let you down, and this he understands, the need to feel in control. He looks around at the sweet laden counters once more.
"How are you feeling now?"
"Better, mostly..." you admit, sheepishly.
He nods, looking down at you with that boyish smile, "Then baking seems to have worked." He gestures you with a hand towards the counter with a smirk, "Shall we sample the fruits of your frustration?"
You grin and his hand rests at the small of your back as he leads you to the closest counter. You laugh, sip wine, and sample pastries until morning, sending your boyfriend home just before sunrise with a large box of treats for the family.
Raph
"Wow," you hear from behind you, and you cringe before turning around. He's leaning against the door frame and surveying the warzone that's become of your kitchen.
His eyes finally land on you with a raised brow, "Something got you worked up, Sweetheart?"
Your face burns, "Just a shitty week," you say, embarassed.
He nods, looking around once more before pushing off off the door frame and striding over to you. He slips one hand around your waist and takes yours with the other, giving it a gentle squeeze. He looks down at you with a soft smile, "Feeling better?"
You shrug, trying to hide your smile "Yeah I guess,"
His eyes narrow and his smile becomes a smirk before he dips his head and attacks your neck, kissing and nuzzling, leaving you gasping and giggling.
"How 'bout now?" He asks, when he finally pulls back with a grin.
You nod, laughing, resting your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head.
"Good." He says, giving you one last squeeze before walking over to the cabinets to retrieve plates, and snatching a toothpick out of a pan au chocolat.
You send him home later with a sampling of each confection for everyone. They don't make it there.
Donnie
"New hyperfixation?" He asks, curiously as you squeak and spin around. He's standing there with his arms crossed over his chest looking around, impressed.
You shrug, "Stress."
He nods.
He walks over to you, kissing you on the forehead, "And now?"
You look around at the chaos, "Overwhelmed," you laugh uncomfortably.
A smirk turns his lip and you swear you see his eyes sparkle, "Does that mean... you might need help disposing of them?"
You grin and nod, relieved, "Yes, please."
He kisses you sweetly on the mouth before squeezing you once and releasing you.
He spends a few minutes separating out some treats that the others might like and packaging them up for later, and the remainder of the evening trying to ignore how good you smell covered in frosting. He fails.
He doesn't make it home.
Mikey
"Holy Shit, babe," you spin and see the love of your life standing behind you. Big blue eyes wide, he looks around the kitchen as you fidget in place.
He laughs gently at the chaos, "You know, I already think your perfect, you don't have to keep proving me right."
You're face grows hot as he walks up to you and kisses you sweetly before pulling back with a gentle look of concern, always hyper aware of your emotions, "You okay, Angel?"
"Yeah," you say, laughing lightly, "I don't even remember why I was upset anymore."
He beams down at you, "That's great! And now we have dessert!" He cups your cheeks in his hand, squishes them, and kisses you one more time, "How about I go boot up the PlayStation and we eat ourselves into a sugar coma till morning?"
You beam back up at him, pecking him on lips, "Now you're proving *me* right."
i haven't posted anything in a while. let's change that rq
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2012 Mikey + Stoner Reader
Content Warnings: recreational drug use
Not requested.
Donnie (wip)
Raph
Leo
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boy, if you aren't exactly mikey's type...
he is at your disposal, from the moment you meet him
(within limits, since he isn't exactly keen on the rest of his family finding out about you)
that would come eventually, of course, but it doesn't take that long for Mikey to decide you're his favorite person.
there are a lot of reasons!
you're so kind, and so fun to be around. you bounce off Mikey's jokes and knock him on his shell giggling every time.
and you have really good tastes in movies- plus, the means to watch all of them, since Mikey's never known the luxury of a streaming service.
but most crucially of all...
You have the best snacks stocked.
Always.
on his way to your place, it's sure to be the first thing on his mind
especially when he comes to the window and smells you cooking.
he might break in.
this time its sweet and hot like cookies when he sticks his head in your window.
"I don't know what you're making, but can I have some?"
you JOLT.
"uh... sorry, not this time, Mikey."
(you can probably guess why)
"I'm using a new recipe."
"so? don't I get to test it?"
"...They're edibles, mikey," you stress.
Mikey squints at you.
duh?
he wants to eat them?
if he's there for more than 15 minutes prepare to spend the rest of the day tripsitting him. No way he doesnt sneak into your kitchen ninja style and eat four of them.
he greens the hell out
its mostly just him being couch-locked and giggling at everything you say, but for like 20 minutes at the peak of his high he's going to be filled with such incredible dread you will have to coax him out of his shell and make him drink water
luckily you don't have to worry about getting in trouble with his folks. he's even more keen to keep this rendezvous a secret than you.
splinter might just kill him if he finds out
once things become more open on the topic, you might begin to feel the financial strain of Mikey always begging for some of your stash.
but you might find it's worth it with how good his company is.
Dating or not, he is all over you.
tends to get giggly about your more human features.
might stare at your hand for half an hour or be completely mesmerized by the hairs on your arm
