Waking up in a soft bed that smells like fresh cotton and feels like silk on your skin is the best thing in the world. Especially on a sunday when you could sleep all day long and just be lazy for hours. Mikey thought so too, only that it wasn´t sunday. And the steps on the shrine are by far not as comfortable as a bed, at least in your opinion.
Mikey on the other hand doesn´t seem to feel a diffrence, as he fell once again asleep on them. Laying in the afternoon sun like a lazy cat, he mumbles something incoherent when you press your finger against his temple once again. Not necessarily trying to wake him up, he looks too cute like this with his head in your lap like your his personal pillow. It´s more like an experiment to see how many pokes it would take for him to wake up. You´re at 33 and still no reaction whatsoever.
"This guy is actually a danger to himself. I am not sure if I should be worried or impressed by his ability to pass out anywhere, at anytime", you said almost to yourself but the guys definitely heard you as you perceived some scoffs.
"That idiot once fell asleep at a festival. While on a ride might I add. Ever since then I gave up trying to wake him up to be honest", Draken says with an eyeroll, making Mitsuya chuckle who´s sitting infront of him handing out a new reound of uno cards.
"Yeah I remember it! They actually had to pause the whole thing cus they thought he died!", Baji laughs while shaking his head, the others chiming in.
You can only chuckle at the sillines of your boyfriend. Sometimes you couldn´t believe that people were actually scared of him, especially not now that you´re looking down at him, running your hands throught his long blond hair. You´d really like to braid it, maybe you should ask him later about that. Not that he´d say no to you, he never does.
As if knowing that people are talking about him, mikey pulls his eyebrowns together into a small frown that you immediatly try to sooth by continuing to give him headpats. It seems to work, he´s fast to relax and continue dreaming.
Maybe you shouldn´t have given him that Dorayaki earlier, then he would´ve actually been awake and not in another dimension while getting petted like a cat. Thought, you can´t help it. He just looks so cute like this.
You just love seeing him happy. Those moments are too rare.
I don't know. Ok? I just don't. I started watching this damn show again and I get sucked in every single time. I love them all and I can't help it and I don't care.
CW: Alcohol, slutty dancing, strip-club vibes, lap dance, sexual tension, suggestive grinding, language.
Your bachelorette party had been going exactly as planned—too many shots, screaming laughter, tiaras askew, and a veil clipped into your hair that kept slipping no matter how many times your friends fixed it. You were just tipsy enough to bask in it, cheeks pink, dress riding up your thighs, champagne flute sloshing in your hand.
Somewhere across town, you knew, Draken was out with the boys for his bachelor party. You’d teased him about behaving, and he’d grinned that grin you’d grown to trust, kissed you, promised he’d be “boring.”
Boring, huh?
The door slammed open.
“Surprise, ladies!” Baji’s voice carried through the suite, wild grin splitting his face, shirt already halfway undone.
Of course it was his idea.
The rest trailed in behind him—Mikey with that lazy smirk, Mitsuya looking put-upon but secretly amused, Takemichi flushed before anything even happened, and Draken himself, rubbing the back of his neck like he regretted letting Baji talk him into this.
The DJ—the big fat traitor—flipped the track into something slow, dark, filthy.
“Dance for us!” a bridesmaid shrieked.
And just like that, the room caught fire.
**Mikey: The Silent Tease**
Mikey went first. Naturally.
He didn’t rush—just rolled his shoulders, tugged his jacket off, and let his hips sway in lazy circles that made every woman lean forward without meaning to. His hand toyed with his belt buckle, thumb teasing the leather loose.
“MI-KEY! MI-KEY!” the chant started.
He dropped low, ground up again, obscene and deliberate. One lazy hip roll and the heavy outline in his dark jeans was impossible to ignore.
**Draken: The Bachelor’s Gift**
You should’ve expected it, but when the girls shoved a chair into the center and pushed you into it, veil bouncing, you squealed in shock.
“Lap dance! Lap dance!”
Draken looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor. “Hell no,” he muttered, but Mitsuya’s smirk said coward, and the bridesmaids weren’t taking no for an answer.
So he sighed, then flashed that smirk that always made your knees weak.
The bass rattled. He stalked toward you, planted his large hands on the chair arms, leaning in so close you could smell his cologne.
“M'girl ready?” he murmured, just for you.
And then his hips rolled down against yours.
Thick cock pressing hard against tan trousers, dragging along your thigh until you gasped. He dropped low between your knees, thrusting up like he was fucking the music itself, then rose again, slow grind dragging every inch against you.
Bills rained. The girls screamed. Heat burned through you until tears of arousal pricked your eyes, threatening to slide down your flushed cheeks.
When he caged you in, lips brushing your ear, voice low and filthy, your whole body jolted. You were already trembling when he pulled back, smirking, sweat shining over the dragon tattoo curling down his skin.
Your fiancé. Your Draken. Making the room lose their minds with a lap dance you’d never forget.
**Takemichi: Crybaby Hero**
“TA-KE-MI-CHI!”
The poor baby turned crimson instantly, shaking his head, but they shoved him in anyway. He gave a nervous shuffle, laugh breaking high, until—suddenly—he grabbed a chair, straddled it backwards, and ground forward.
Awkward. Clumsy. Somehow devastating.
By the time he bucked his hips, denim pulled tight over his lap, the bridesmaids were howling. The innocence cracking open into something filthy was hotter than anyone expected—Takemichi included.
**Mitsuya: The Refusal**
“I don’t dance.” Mitsuya stayed leaned against the bar, arms crossed, smirk knowing.
That refusal made it worse. The women stared, imagining.
One bridesmaid tried to slip a bill into his pocket; he caught her wrist, leaned in close.
“I said ... I don’t dance,” he murmured, low, smooth. “But find me later.”
She nearly dropped her drink.
**Baji: The Hurricane**
And then came the storm.
Baji ripped his shirt off completely, chest gleaming, hair wild as he leapt onto a table. He ground down so hard a glass tipped, hand shoved against his cock through his jeans.
“Who’s ready?” he growled, dragging a chair forward and caging a bridesmaid beneath him. His hips slammed, tongue out, sweat dripping, and she moaned loud enough to drown out the music.
Money everywhere—bills plastered to his chest, sliding down his abs. He fed on it, feral, wild, every thrust reckless. When he dropped into splits and rolled his hips again, the thick outline of his cock bulged shamelessly against black pants, the crowd screaming his name like he was a rockstar.
By the time the song ended, he stood on the table arms wide, drenched in sweat and glory, while the room shook apart beneath him.
*The Aftermath*
The suite was wrecked—perfume and booze in the air, lipstick smeared, hair damp with sweat, cash littering the floor.
Mikey smirked from the shadows, predator lazy and smug.
Draken leaned back in the chair, you trembling in his lap, veil crooked, thighs pressed tight. Eyes still wide.
Takemichi sat dazed, red-faced, gripping the chair like he couldn’t believe himself.
Mitsuya sipped his drink, calm and cruel, eyes glittering.
And Baji—half-naked, dripping, triumphant—stood shirtless on the table, cock straining, money pouring down like he’d just claimed the world.
And the women? Ruined. But also? Fixed.
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Imagine just being a normal girl in 2005 who is enjoying her peaceful school life(totally not monotone) untill you get stuck with *character* to do school project. Everyone knows that they are a delinquent who doesnt even come to school and if they grace their presence in the school, their face is full of healing bruises and rough atitude (no matter how much they try to hide their rough atitude). Imagine getting to know each other better and letting your prejudice down.So imagine people's surprise when the trouble maker delinquent starts coming to school just to tease you and become better.
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In which trouble hater gets stuck to do project with trouble maker!
(Enemies-to-friends-to lovers and at last he ends up dead ヾ( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°)ノ♪)
You wake up one morning, seeing your orange turtle-boyfriend is sketching you. It's so beautiful, and you're not really sure if you're really as beautiful as the sketch makes you out to be...
Warnings/tags: MikeyxReader, insecurities in appearance, comfort, fluff
Waking up, you listened to the sound of a pencil scribbling on paper.
You opened your eyes and turned your head, seeing your turtle-boyfriend sitting with his sketch book on the bedside. You smiled a little at his concentrated look on the paper, while in his orange pjs he always wore at night. He was just too adorable sometimes.
You had slept over at the lair again. Ever since you and Mikey got together, you slept over quite a lot. It was easy and comforting to next to the orange clad hero. He always made you feel warm and safe in his arms… as long as you didn’t watch any scary movies before bedtime, then neither of you would get any sleep at night.
Suddenly the scribbling stopped, and his eyes met yours. He smiled sweetly and your heart already melted for the first time today.
“Mornin’ Beautiful.” His voice was always cheery first thing in the morning.
“Good morning,” You answered, still rubbing some sleep out of your eyes, “what time is it?”
“It’s just about 8:00.” Mikey chuckled.
With a tired groan, you slowly sat up and leaned onto Mikey, placing your head against his shoulder.
“Too early for a Saturday…” you grumbled, which just made your boyfriend laugh. You knew he had probably been awake for about an hour, if not more. He was always an early riser.
You glanced down at the sketchbook on Mikey’s lap to see what he was working.
It was you!
A portrait of you in profile, to be exact. It looked like he had been working on that sketch for a while.
“What do you think?” Mikey grinned excited, handing you the sketch book when he noticed you were looking at it.
You took it in your hands, observing the drawing closer.
Mikey’s talent never ceased to amaze you. He usually drew you in a more cartoonish style, but this was more realistic, not something you saw him do a lot.
The shades, the form of your head, the details in your hair and your eyes, as you stared off into the distance.
It was amazing.
It was beautiful.
Very beautiful…
“Mikey-” you almost sighed, and handed him back his sketchbook, “I… I’m not that beautiful at all…”
You raised your head from his shoulder and glanced the other way.
You were flattered of course, the sketch of you was amazing… but was that really what you looked like to him?
Michelangelo hummed at your comment and looked back at his sketch for a moment, with a hand on his chin.
When you finally looked back at him, his face was suddenly very close to yours with a surprising serious look in his eyes, as if he was studying you.
You felt your cheeks warm a little.
“I don’t agree…” Mikey then said at last and removed his hand from his chin, “You know what I see?”
Before you could even think of an answer, you felt his finger on your lips, gently tracing them.
“I see a pair of perfectly formed lips…” he smiled softly. He removed his finger form your lips and traced his hand now, up your cheek and held the whole side of your face, as he now gazed lovingly into your eyes.
“I see two eyes, filled with wonder…”
Your heart fluttered.
His hand moved to the back of your head and stroked back your hair gently.
“Your hair has a special shine, when the light hits just right…”
You couldn’t help but smile at this point. He was just so sweet…
Mikey now chuckled, “Your smile is like a clear sky… all my worries just seem to drift away like clouds.”
You then felt his hand trace back down the side of your face, down your cheek, down your neck and stopped right by your chest. You blushed even more.
“I can feel the warmth from your heart, as it beats against my palm…” he almost whispered now, as if it was a secret between the two of you.
“It’s as if there’s a whole world hidden inside of you…” his hand moved from your chest to your chin, gently cupping it, “A chaotic, unpredictable, beautiful world… that I get to see glimpses of whenever we’re together.” his lips were inches away from yours now. “It’s a world that I love and adore…”
Finally, he kissed you.
You melted once more.
“You really think all that of me?” you managed to ask now, after Mikey had gently pulled away from the kiss the two of you had just shared.
He giggled and wrapped his arms around you in a warm and gentle hug.
“I do,” he answered, “and I think I managed to catch all that in my sketch,”
He then kissed your nose a little more playful now, and grinned.
“don’t you?”
You looked down at the sketch in the ninja turtle’s hand once more.
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Prompt: In the middle of doing ‘the deed’, your turtle BF yells out “MORTAL KOMBAT!” From the next room, his brothers yell back, “FINISH HER!”
⚠️ everyone is 18+ This was also written by an adult for adults. NO ONE UNDER 18 ALLOWED HERE ⚠️
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Mikey has been eavsdropping on his brothers and their girlfriends, always making jokes about their alone time sessions. He never knocked, either. For the past couple of weeks Mikey and his girlfriend has been too loud during their... "gaming sessions", as well. His brothers was going to teach him a lesson, give him a taste of his own medicine. Y/N might not like them for a while, but it was going to be worth it to get a laugh....
You and Mikey are in his room playing a Mortal Kombat game. Seeing the girls in their outfits made him picture you wearing them. He could feel himself getting aroused. He couldn't help it; you were just so sexy. An idea came to his head.
"Hey, babes, I got a new game we can play."
"What's it called?"
Mikey grabbed you and pulled you against his plastron, making you drop your controller. His low hums and kisses on the back of your neck made your breath quicken and your cheeks burn. A rush of heat went straight to the apex of your thighs.
"Mortal 'Cum'bat"
He expained the game: it was basically a sex game version of Mortal Kombat. Whoever cums first loses. You squirmed and ground your cheeks into his hips, anticipating what was to come. It was going to be hard to not come undone by Mikey's monster of a cock.
Teasing and foreplay had commenced for the past half hour. There were a few times you thought you were gonna lose it but stopped Mikey before then. And then you paid him back by trying to make him cum; he pulled out of your mouth before he could shoot his load down your throat.
"Oh it's on"
Mikey pinned you underneath him and teased your wetness with his fingertips for a second, feeling how warm and slick you already were. He grabbed the back of your knees and pushed your legs up to your chest, opening yourself to him. Your lower stomach fluttered as he looked down at you with lustful eyes.
"MORTAL KOMBAT!"
Swift as a ninja he entered you. It surprised you still how he managed to stretch you out, making you feel so full. His hips rocked into yours. He angled himself to where he could rub your clit as he plunged deeper into you. He buried his face in the side of your neck, his hot breath fanning your skin. You cried out in pleasure as it burned through your veins, your body pleading for release.
"M-MIKEY~!"
You couldn't stop the whimpers, moans, and cries that escaped your lips. You were already so close. Hearing Mikey's groans and pants near your ear sent shivers of delight down your spine. Your sex clenched around his, signaling to him that you were on the edge.
"FINISH HER!"
You heard other voices that wasn't Mikey's. Was it- "Mikey, stop, wait, wait, wait, wait" you breathlessly called out. You were right on the edge and now you had to edge again.
He stopped and took this chance to take a breather. "What is it? Why'd you stop, Angelcakes?" He was worried he did something wrong.
"Didn't you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"Someone saying Finish her... It sounded like it was coming from the next room."
Suddenly his door was slammed open. He quickly jumped off of you to cover you up. It was Leo, Raph, and Donnie laughing. "How does it feel to have your privacy invaded?"
"Dudes, ever heard of knocking?"
"Have you ever heard of knocking?"
After that, you and Mikey got back to your game and Mikey always knocked before asking anyone for anything.
Okay this is kind of dorky but could I maybe have some mikey hc where he meets I guess Casey's cousin or little sister or whatever (the reader) and they're like super quiet and shy at first but after awhile they surprise everyone bc theyre almost just like Michelangelo? Can be super goofy and loves video games, just not very feminine? Idk it sounds kinda silly XP if it doesn't spark anything dw about ignoring it
Michelangelo x Fem. Reader
I have a lot of requests for the same thing so they're a little delayed due to disinterest, but when I finally saw something different, I almost cried. I was so ready, I like diverse requests. I assumed it was a female reader since you mentioned a sister and not being very feminine, but let me know if I'm wrong and I'll re-write it.
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🍕Dudette🍕 (TMNT or Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles)
Warning: Fluffy as a perfect pizza slice, like, 2 curse words, low-key became a one-shot bc I got into the zone
As far as Casey was concerned, you were off-limits to the boys, but...Mikey always had that little rebellious streak.
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One day, Casey let it slip that he had a sister
The guys were literally so confused because he never mentioned a sister before
Mikey immediately wanted to meet you
"Don't even think about it. She's off-limits."
But due to April being eager to meet you and the woman wanting her family to meet you, he relented.
He definitely was cool about it as he awkwardly leaned against a wall, thinking he looked badass
He didn't.
"Hey, sis. My girlfriend really wants to meet you...and her brothers..."
You groaned at your hand, wiping some pizza grease on your sweats, holding your game remote in one hand to continue playing for a moment, "Uh...sure. That's pretty normal at this point, right? You've been dating her a while. Why d'ya you look like you're preparing for a battle royale game? Are her brothers bigger than you or something?
As you stood in front of a group of gigantic turtles crowded together after meeting April, you realized, that, yes, they were much bigger than Casey.
Now you realized why the couple seemed to be trying to ease you into meeting them.
Now, you thought they were exaggerating. You were expecting much worse, like evil ex-convicts that eat brains or something.
But you supposed giant turtles with weapons should've been more concerning to you.
While on the other hand, the brothers were concerned themselves.
Were you nice? Would you be scared of them? Were you just like Casey? Were you like the girls they saw on TV, in the magazines, or like the typical eccentric New-yorker?
But turns out, you were dressed pretty simple, oversized hoodie with a bold pattern, shorts, and combat boots, seemed you weren't a total fashion-crazy girl.
You didn't look like a girl in the typical media, but you were still pretty.
They were confused about whether or not you were scared because you didn't say anything and just barely made eye contact.
Mikey decided to be the ice-breaker, hoping to make you feel a little more comfortable by complimenting you about your look.
"Thanks...I'm [N-name]."
Despite your brother writing you off as shy, Mikey didn't truly think you were at heart. Your fashion sense said differently.
"Mikey, back off."
But telling Mikey something is off-limits is like telling him to do it.
As Mikey decided to introduce everyone and be your tour guide, he ended up hogging most of your time, showing off his art, hoverboard, and anything else he could find.
Until Casey finally found you and dragged you away, but you didn't mind, you wanted to meet April, too.
Then you wanted to come back again.
And again. And this would be the fifth visit.
But this time, there was Pizza and Mikey was playing your favorite game.
"Dude, Pizza and Party Crasher 2? I'm in literal heaven!"
They all were quite surprised by the sudden change in personality, usually, you were much less...talkative.
Mikey snapped out of it first, "You like meat lovers, Dudette?"
"Hell yeah."
"You're totally free to grab a slice."
"Hey, is that Vileior? You unlocked him? Wicked, takes mad skill."
He offered a second remote and a few minutes later you were playing. The playing field was even, you both were good at that game.
Mikey groaned as you both joint-battled a superhero, "Mr. Cool is totally relentless!"
You scoffed, "Jeez, with a name like that, he really needs to get laid.--That's like a username a twelve-year-old playing as fifteen would have."
A totally pretty girl who loves pizza, video games, and isn't afraid to get dirty?
Sorry, Casey. Mikey won't be able to keep you off-limits for long.
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