So.
Not only does @turtle-sketches make an adorable rule 63 of MikeyMay (MaxMay?)
But then @firebirdscratches makes my face do smiley things with this fic HERE.
I’m just....both of you. Stop. I can’t handle this.
Commission for @turtle-sketches of MikeyMay western shenanigans! XD Look, Mikey, the town's new school teacher is cute, but it is HOT and she is TIRED and just give her her freaking hard lemonade before shows you the real meaning of soda-POP. I really had fun drawing this, thank you again T-S for the commission! c:
I wrote a thing for @turtle-sketches because she is very sweet and patient even though I’ve teased her with way too many possible Jhannatello updates. So here is some Mikey/May stuff, with them eating five pizzas.
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“I don’t want to do this.”
“Liar,” Mikey sing-sang as he put down the fifth pizza box. “You can’t let food go to waste, babe!”
May rolled her eyes, but she could not hide her smile as she pulled one of the boxes closer. It was still warm, and she greedily breathed in the smell of it when she flipped the lid open. Extra cheese, so much of it that it was melting off of the edges. She groaned at the mere sight.
“Why could they not make it? We planned this for three weeks,” May asked, trying to pry one of the slices free. It was sticky and looked heavenly, but put up plenty of resistance. She privately thought it should not fight so hard- it was meant for her mouth, after all.
“The flu,” Michelangelo replied. Flopped down next to her on the couch, causing her to bounce. May shoved at the turtle with a giggle, knowing fully well that the glint in his eyes were not because of a flu.
“Who is the liar now?”
“Sssh, enjoy the extra pizza,” he said. Kissed her cheek before he reached for a slice of his own. “We’ll eat ourselves fat and roll around on the floor after.”
She took a bite of the now freed slice. Squinted her eyes at Mikey, who looked as innocent as he possibly could- which was not at all. Her boyfriend were simply too dramatic to get away with anything.
So May chewed and swallowed, and then poked his cheek as he ate his own pizza.
“Did you ditch your brothers just to get me stuffed?”
“Naaah.”
“Mikey.”
“Maybe a lil’. It was mostly their own fault!” He defended himself, adding with a whine, “it’s may.”
“Was that what they said?” May asked, grinning and took another bite. “Did they not want to see your ‘heart eyes’ today?”
Michelangelo snickered.
“No, I mean it’s the month may! Y’know. It’s spring. And stuff!”
“Dude.”
“Well, it is,” he huffed and took a too big bite this time, big enough that May could not demand answers. She stuck her tongue out at him; yelped when he poked it, and swatted his hand away. He had that silly chipmunk grin on his face, mouth stuffed full and still somehow managing to grin impossibly wide.
“You have to explain better,” May told him once he had swallowed. Grabbed a can of coke and opened it with a snap of her wrist. “What’s this month got to do with anything?”
This time, she was the one to receive a look of disbelief.
“Because it’s spring,” he said, and May raised a brow at him. Mikey groaned and leaned back against the couch. It was starting to shape after his shell, and while May often considered buying a new one, Mikey loved it. Soon, it would even have his butt imprinted. “Y’know. Time to make babies and stuff. Mating season.”
“Oh. Oh!” May flapped her hands, trying to chew faster. Finally she swallowed. “You mean- they’re horny now?” Light brown eyes flicked downwards, before meeting his eyes once more. “Are you?” She asked, and now her voice was sly.
He grinned. Thumbed her bottom lip, catching a bit of the lingering pizza grease.
“Babe, I’m always horny.”
“Well, that’s true.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
May smirked.
“I don’t think it is. But we should probably work on your stamina.”
“Hey!”
“What? It would be nice if you didn’t come within five seconds, is all.”
“But I get hard again really fast,” he whined, and accepted another slice when she gave it to him. “C’mon, don’t insult the lil’ ninja!”
“The lil’ ninja needs training,” May said, and shook another slice free of its cheesy brethren, “and we’ll get to that- after we’ve gotten fat and rolled around on the floor some.”
“Can’t we do it during?”
“Mikey, we got five pizzas to get through. I’m not going to put anything more inside me for at least two hours after.”
