I write! Mostly I wrote one giant fic that is now finished called Dog Days of Summer, which can be found on AO3. It's a beast of a thing coming in at 420k words and is a slow burn romance between BayDonnie (Bay with some other iteration elements) and an OC that takes place largely at the farmhouse.
But now that that project is done, I have the brain space to start writing smaller things. Will add to this as I go:
Bayverse (ish)
Mysteries of the Universe
Random Blurbs from this Speakeasy AU
Spring Shed
I also draw! To find those it's really easier to search the tag adebauchedsloth art, but I also have a not always up to date art post that has a decent amount of them. So far the majority of it is chapter art for Dog Days of Summer.
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First I couldn't accept this version when I first looked. And then fell in love. It reminds me of real stories about how future husband at first sight did not like. And then...đ¤
100% yes. I think the first time I saw the Bay Boys I just texted my childhood best friend with the words âTHEYâRE WEARING PANTSâ. It was such a far departure from the models I grew up on. And then they grew on me. I will tell anyone, Donnie is 100% husband material.
Watching the two movies long enough now Iâve seen the little details that Michael Bay has put on each turtle and in their living space. Very interesting how many little details you can fit on one single character.
The First Swords
Around eleven or twelve, Splinter gave Leo his first two katanas that he used in every sense. For practice, for play like when cutting pizza, making his mistakes early as he should before getting the real blades. Even after earning real katanas, one of those practice swords still sits on a shelf in the dojo, too worn to train with but too meaningful to throw away.
Learning The Wraps
When Leo first began wrapping his hands and forearms, they were always uneven and came loose during training. He would quietly unwrap them and start over until he could tie them perfectly. By adulthood, wrapping his gear had become a ritual something he could do almost without thinking before every patrol.
His First Leadership Journal
I truly believe this turtle has a journal he keeps quotes inside from Splinter, the many books he reads that are important and motivational, not only that but the little message on the inside either the front or the back of the book says âProtect them first.â He always puts his brothers first no matter what happens.
The Shoulder Guard
Raphael hated wearing armor when he was younger. After one too many bruised shoulders from sparring and patrols, Donnie pieced together a crude shoulder guard from old sports pads and scrap metal. Raph complained about the weight constantly, but after realizing he wasn't getting hurt nearly as often, he never took it off. And eventually we see that evolved shoulder pad in 2016.
The Dock Chain
One rainy night as a teenager, Raphael found a length of heavy chain tangled around an abandoned piling near the docks. He hauled it home simply because he thought it looked useful. It became a climbing tool, a training weight, and eventually a story to tell in a pile of work out gear.
The Repaired Sai
One of Raphael's sai has a handle reinforced beneath its leather wrap. It cracked during an early patrol when he blocked a hard strike. Donnie offered to replace it, but Raphael refused. To him, a repaired weapon had more character than a brand-new one. Iâd like to think thatâs the extra he keeps in his shell.
The Swim Goggles
Before the high-tech goggles, Donnie wore an old pair of children's swim goggles he found washed into the sewer. Like what we see in 2014 when he was a kid. They fogged constantly, leaked around the edges, and looked ridiculous but they sparked an obsession with improving everything he wore. Every version after that became more advanced.
The Backpack
Donnie's backpack started with nothing more than a screwdriver and a flashlight. Every time one of his brothers asked if he had something useful, another tool found its way inside. Years later, the backpack had become so overloaded that only Donnie knew where anything was.
The Shelf of "Useful Junk"
One corner of Donnie's workspace is stacked with broken radios, old circuit boards, cracked drones, and loose motors. To everyone else it's a pile of junk. To Donnie, every single piece is waiting for the right project.
The First Sunglasses
Michelangelo found his first pair of sunglasses floating through a storm drain after heavy rain. One lens was scratched, and they were much too big, but he wore them proudly anyway. Ever since then, sunglasses became part of who he was.
The Bracelet Collection
Almost every bracelet and necklace Mikey owns has a story. A colorful bead from Chinatown. A pendant discovered during patrol. A braided bracelet April tied around his wrist one afternoon as a joke. He keeps them all because every one reminds him of a good memory.
The Pizza Magnet
As a kid, Mikey found a tiny pizza-shaped refrigerator magnet. Instead of putting it on the fridge, he stuck it to a metal pipe beside his bed. It stayed there for years, becoming one of those little things that quietly made the lair feel like home.
The Meditation Mat
Long before the brothers were old enough to meditate with him, Splinter wove his own simple mat from old rope and fabric scraps. It became his place for reflection, prayer, and quiet thought, eventually wearing thin from decades of faithful use.
His Sons
In the clip in 2014 when he puts all the boys to bed, I love it so much all because heâs just trying to take care of these four babies sleepy. Also a bunch of respect to him for learning all that in such a random time because rats in general are smart.
The Old Couch
The couch in the living room came from an apartment renovation years earlier. The brothers spent nearly an entire night dragging it through maintenance tunnels. By the time they got it home, they were exhausted, filthy, and laughing too hard to care that one armrest had fallen off.
The Television
The television barely worked when Donnie found it sitting beside a dumpster. Over several weeks he repaired it piece by piece using scavenged electronics. The first movie the family watched together on it turned into an argument over who got to pick, but none of them ever forgot that night.
The Punching Bag
Raphael's first punching bag was nothing more than an old duffel bag stuffed with worn-out clothes. He destroyed it in less than a month. Every replacement became stronger, until Donnie finally built one sturdy enough to survive Raphael's training sessions.
The Kitchen Table
The large table where the family gathers wasn't built all at once. It started as a plain workbench that Splinter must have dragged when the boys were just tots. They had to have somewhere to eat. But as the boys got older then over the years it was repaired, replaced, and salvaged and made new. By the time of the 2016 film, it had become the heart of the lairâa place where they ate, argued, planned missions, celebrated victories, and simply enjoyed being a family.
They may not have had our ways of starting out in life but they made it work. They have a place to eat, sleep, talk, train, and all good memories on how they did it too. There is so much more stuff in the lair that Iâm sure we as viewers canât see everything, but this is what I see on the surface so far.
Lil blurb time! I never tag these, so I hope my people sees this. Suggestive, gender neutral, influenced by my sleepiness. Amen.
Sleepy Mikey who, even when you're just kissing, can't help but press against you, hip to hip. It's almost involuntary, rocking you both at a slow languid pace.
He's got one hand shoved up your shirt and the other shoved in your bottoms, not to stimulate but just to feel.
Mikey's always half awake and mumbling about how good you are, how warm you feel, how pretty you look, so different from his awake hyper self. More whiney, more open, more, more, more. The bed is warm and slightly suffocating, sweat collecting on your body, occasionally licked away when he becomes a little more lucid to notice.
Nothing happens, nobody finishes, and he's back to sleep, head tilted and mouth parted, hands twitching under your clothes.
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Even in a crowded room, surrounded by important and high ranking individuals, your eyes still found his. That magnetic pull, bringing your attention to one another after so many years apart.
It was as if the world around you both slowed down, allowing you to take each other in.
Your heart was racing, beating so loudly in your ears. You hadn't spoken to Leonardo in 5 years. Hadn't spoken to either him, Master Splinter or his three brothers; Donatello, Michelangelo and Raphael or anyone within that circle.
And yet you still felt drawn to Leo after all these years. After his harsh words cut you deeply and left behind a pain you would probably never get over.
And for him, you still took his breath away. To him you held his heart in your hand, had a power over him that left him aching for more of you. But he knew deep down that having you close to him again, was nothing more but wishful thinking.
He remembered that day like it had only just recently happened. All the words exchanged in a fiery, assault, meant to hurt you both. But the thing that he remembered so clearly, was your face when you took in his words and the realisation of what he said, washing over him so quickly.
But it was too late. The damage was done.
He watched as you put walls up between you, watched as you stepped back and demanded he leave. He remembered watching, with utter heartbreak and guilt, you grasp the necklace around your neck and throwing it at his feet with tears forming.
"Please, [Y/N]" he has whispered in an attempt to reach you. But it was too late to go back.
"Just leave Leo," you asked through a sob. Your back was towards him as you leaned against the counter top of your kitchen bench.
He remembered picking up your necklace, taking one last look at you and leaving.
After that all means of communication stopped. Leonardo's brother's hadn't heard from you, neither had Master Splinter, Casey, Vern or April.
He had lost you.
That realisation hit you both and that deep ache in your chest returned, breaking you from the trance you were in the minute you saw Leonardo. You broke eye contact first, turning your eyes downwards and turning your head away from his direction.
He watched the way your face fell as you saw him and that broke his heart. You turned completely now, back towards him as you rushed out towards the exit of the building.
He watched you leave without a word, feeling that heartache return and felt that gap between you grow even more.
Leonardo hadn't realised his arm was reaching for you, his heart yearning for your return. But despite wanting too follow you, he couldn't move.
As much as I love sweet fluff, I also like to see the characters sit and feel the weight of their actions sometimes. I can imagine a reconciliation if I want, but this on its own is just the right amount of angst đ
Finally finished my May story prompt, I'm behind but I've been steady writing. This one is based on the premise of an "accidental kiss" and all that ensues. Huge shout out to the amazing Laundry for keeping me in the loop and motivated.
Of course it's about our favorite leader in Blue. đ I would love any and all reviews to help me improve my writing! Love this community we have!
This is link to my story on AO3 - Once Upon a Maybe
As a biker myself, i love that there's a biker in the group. Feels appropriate that its Raph. We mostly see it in the Next Mutation, 2003, and IDW iterations, and there's a brief cameo of him on a bike in the second bayverse movie, but only to knock off a pursuer and not because he using it as a mode of transport. I havent watched the other iterations of TMNT yet to know if he rides in the other ones, but these are my headcanons based on the iterations I have seen:
Raphael's motorcycle
Raphael's bike is a custom build from whatever they could find and fix up for sure
He likes the positioning of a roadster, sitting upright helps with positioning his shell on the bike
Functionally, he'd prefer a scrambler, something multi functioned so he won't have to worry too much about tearing up the bike if he has to veer off the roads
He would probably do well on a sports bike but he seems like the type to prefer the retro aesthetic
The bike's looks are heavily modeled after a Bonneville for sure for sure for sure
Working on his bike (and probably by extension, other turt vehicles) is a bonding activity for Raph and Donnie
They custom build a 1200cc HP engine so he can have his big ass frame and some good speed
They add better suspension for frequency of impact (under Raph's mutant weight, itll give the bike a better fighting chance when he does all his dramatic off ramp jumps), thicker grips for his big ass hands, and wider wheels for enhanced load capacity (and just because Raph thinks it looks cooler)
Definitely has a full faced helmet or a open faced helmet with tinted visor instead of the half shell helmet he has in NM
Raph is pretty laid back about a lot of things, but not his bike
He has a monthly maintenence schedule he keeps up with religiously, which is also when he'll give it a good wash and wax
He and Donnie always go to the scrapyard together for car and bike parts
Besides himself, only Donnie is allowed to ride his motorcycle
Raph once tried to teach Mikey how to ride but it was a very long process over a span of week and ended when Mikey accidentally did a wheelie and crashed the bike into some bushes
Splinter has a picture of Raph holding Mikey balanced on the motorcycle like two kids learning on a bicycle; its one of his favorite memories
Raph did offer to teach Leo but he said he knew enough and refused to get on
Donnie was the only one he didnt have to teach, like the genius he is
Secretly, Raphael named his motorcycle the Doctor, because his and Donnie's initials are carved somewhere on the frame -- 'D. R.'
Raphael and a biker partner
They meet on a backroad outside of the city, both just wanting to cruise and feel the exhilarating freedom that comes with riding a motorcycle
Instead of being freaked out by his appearance, they were instead impressed by his custom build
Obviously the two have a race after talking bikes for a while
They smoke him, but just by a hair
The two continue to meet when they can at the same time and place
Sometimes they'll give Raphael some parts they switched out, and for his birthday, they buy him a much wanted upgrade, brand new
Thats how Raph got his genuine leather saddle bags
His family asks him where hes getting these things but its his little secret, for now anyway
Raphael offered to give them a ride on his motorcycle once but his shell took up the space for the passenger seat, so instead they stood up on the pegs and gripped his gear straps instead
Raph made sure to drive the speed limit and be extra gentle on the turns
They offered to give Raph a ride on their bike in turn
He refused at first but they eventually won out
Raph tries to keep his distance as best he can and grip the seat below but they simply grabbed his arms and wrap them around their waist
"Hold tight, I dont want to lose you."
The EYE CONTACT â¨ď¸
Raphael almost passes out from blushing so hard
Eventually he relaxes against their body and allows himself to not be in control for once and put his safety completely in someone else's hands
It was one of the greatest sensations of his life
For once he didnt feel the weight of his existence or his duty, no expectations or hiding, he was just him, and this human, the one who didnt run screaming, who gifted him things just because and never asked for anything in return, held his heart
At the end of the ride, neither of them move to get off the bike, they let him stay and hold them a little longer as they turn off their bike, the stillness and the silence of the night taking them both
When Raph finally decides to pull away, its with a guilty feeling that hes overstayed his welcome and he makes the awkward excuse that hes expected home
He walks over to his bike but feels something at his back
When he turns, its them; they followed him over and leans forward, corners him against his bike so he has to lean back against it
They've taken off their helmet and they have messy hair and imprints on their cheeks but they've never looked more gorgeous than now
They lean forward even more and Raphael's heart is going a million miles a minute as they whisper, "I thought i asked you to hold tight.."
His eyes go wide and cross as they close the distance and gently kiss him through his helmet and oh my god he can see each individual eyelash
When they pull away, their body is pressed flush against his, and so, so warm
He doesnt miss a beat; he ungracefully removes his helmet, wraps his thick arms around them and pulls them into kiss, a real kiss
Their lips are the softest things hes ever had the joy to encounter and his heart explodes in his chest as their arms wrap around his neck, deepening their connection
When Raph returns home later that evening, hes still seeing stars and his cheeks hurt from smiling so much
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(A/n): Day 95 of ignoring the one shot drafts and ideas piling up in my phone and doing headcanons. Hey folks, this is me trying to keep your attention đŤ And yup, I think we know what I mean when I say "noises". Lil headcanon post while I work on other stuff!
- People usually coin him as the quiet type, and I typically agree with that, but let me give you more
- Leo is breathing, first few strokes inside of you have him doing long -- meditative almost -- breaths. He's whispering reassurances, calling you good, talking about soft you are, narrating the way you tremor when he's slipping in
- "You take it so well, I want to keep you, just like this. Right under me and wanting."
- Picking up the pace is when the talking gets a little more clipped, his breathing picks up, he's got one hand gripping you and another gripping the pillow or headboard.
- "Fuck, make that noise again", "Keep squeezing around me", "You can do it, baby -- shit you feel good"
- The only time you hear him moan, really moan, is choked out and broken up with his snout pressed into your hair and his hands squeezing what it can. Maybe if he were tipsy it'd be more harmonic, something breathy and drawn out and so unlike him that if you brought it up he'd deny it
Raph:
- Animalistic. This man churrs and grunts and groans and while on paper it doesn't sound sexy, in your ear it's another story
- Big on dirty talk and man handling your body. You've got two big hands on your waist, picking up your bottom half and tilting your hips. He wants to see all of it
- "C'mon baby, spread em, lemme see what's mine", "You want me to fuck this tight ass? Say please."
- His favorite thing is setting the pace hard and fast but trying to get you to talk to him. You're bent over with your head in the pillow? His big hand is reaching to cup your neck and pull you up against him. Raphael wants to hear you stutter and stumble
- "That feel good? You want me to keep going? Say please and maybe I'll let you come on this dick"
- When he finishes it's a long, strung out curse. He's groaning over you, hands gripping the sheets so hard they pull off the edge of the bed. Masculine as fuck in every sense of the word, smelling like musk and sex
Donnie:
- I feel like people are maybe torn on Donnie. Does he whimper and crack? Does he take charge and pull you around? Well, I like to think, he's got the voice snd vocab of the first, but the body language and instincts of the second
- He can't help the way his voice breaks when he sinks into you, desperately trying to keep his eyes open instead of letting them slip shut because he wants to see everything. But he also can't help the way he's pulling you, hands on the inside of your thighs, pushing them so far apart they ache
- "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, fuck you just feel so good, I can't help it", "Please let me see you, all of you, open your eyes"
- He's demandingly needy, unable to stop moaning while he tries to tell you what he wants. Thinking it better to just show you while burying his face into your hair and letting go. You're simply bent to his will while his hips stutter and he pumps into you
- "So so good for me, always so wet", "Come around me, make me happy, I wanna see it"
- Actually blanks when he finishes, jaw locked and breathing heavy through his nose. He doesn't make a sound until he's done, a giggle in his throat he can't help when he sees the mess he's made out of you
Mikey:
- The jack of all trades, Mikey can be whoever you want him to be. You want teary eyed and a mess? Done. You want him hissing dirty talk and forcing you to look at him while he tongue fucks you? Also done
- Either way, by default, he's a breathy moaner. Not afraid to let you hear it, whispering little bits and pieces about how you feel, how you taste. You'll know his direct line of thinking
- "How the fuck do you always taste so good?? Could do thus for hours...", "Skin is so fucking soft babe, squeeze them thighs around me"
- He loves eye contact, gets a complex over it, seeing the way you try and look anywhere but at him, at what he's doing to you. Mikey can't help squishing your face in his hand or patting at your cheek to keep you focused on him
- "Nah, don't look away, look at me, let me see them pretty eyes", "Who makes you feel this good?"
- Vocal finisher, the air rushes out of him and he's gasping and trying to say I love you and trying to tell you how good you make him feel, and it's all tied together in a pretty and breathy sigh, trying to nuzzle his face into your skin
An AU where Donatello, hardened by the war between humans and mutants, ends up finding a home in the last person he ever expected. A slow-burn enemies-to-lovers story, built through shared experiences, small acts of kindness, and the slow rebuilding of trust. đđ˘
Donatello is a giving, fast-paced, enthusiastic character that has tendencies to people-please; with a deep seated desire to belong. I see him being a submissive lover most of the time; needing the freedom from his busy brain and busy life. Donnie would give in to anything his lover would need from him. But you would also notice he struggles to indulge in taking what he wants, in fear of inconveniencing, pressuring, or disgusting you. Which makes those occasional moments when he takes over and give in to his dominant urges all the more delicious.Â
Brief mentions of masochism, somnophilia, bondage, pegging and exhibitionalism. Word count: 2200.Â
Enjoy!
A - Aftercare (What theyâre like after sex) - After sex Donnie is a dumbass. Doesnât matter what kind of sex. Heâs fucked out and a bit of a goofball, so you will get cuddles and jokes and he will make you laugh. But until you ask, heâs not thinking about the mess at all. Or about water. Or food. Or anything really. Itâs when you actually ask, âBabe, I canât move, will you please grab-â He will first be horrified, then he will SCRAMBLE out of bed. Heâll wack his head against a light or something or trip over his underwear flat on his face- heâs so fucking cute.Â
B - Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs) - If you compliment anything about his physical appearance or physic, he says stuff like âNaww.â âStaap.â âNo you donât.â But he loves the size difference. He loves how small you look against him and in his bed. Sometimes he stares at how big his hands and fingers are while fingering your little pussy and he goes brain dead.Â
C- Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) - Donnie whimpers, shakes, and moves a lot during orgasm. He canât help it. Itâs one of those moments he is 100000% completely, utterly checked out. Itâs so fucking hot. He also needs to be holding something. Always. He prefers to grab you into a tight, shakey hug. But if he canât do that, he also grabs his own head and face. Donnie has also bent metal before, broken handcuffs and torn rope. Heâs replaced your headboard twice now. Bit of a head pusher, so unless you are into that, tie him up or tell him to hang on to something.
D - Dirty Secret - He would love to be pegged. Already loves it when you finger and eat out his cloaca, so having you in control of his pleasure and body? It drives him insane.Â
E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what theyâre doing?) - Donnieâs nature is to research and to meet head-on. Between all the long term-relationship, healthy sex-life, deep-dive research (and his porn consumption); he is actually pretty prepared to have good sex. But what makes sex and his first-time terrifying is the turtle thing, his fear of you thinking heâs ugly and disgusting, and not being good for you.. His trauma and sensitive nature is completely exposed those first few times. So you taking the lead and being in charge was his saving grace.Â
F - Favorite Position - Donnie does not have a favorite. He loves to change things up. But he does have a tendency to fall into a routine, and succums pleasure and intimacy. Heâs not stopping a fuck to change up the position unless you tell him to do so.Â
G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous) - Depends on how much stress he is under and how much sleep he has had. If he is well rested and life is being a little more on the good side, he is incredibly playful and cute. But if he hasnât slept in two days, sex is overwhelming and intense and he needs that burst of good chemicals. If he is being cute and dorky while life is falling apart, its always before you start getting in his pants and directly after youâve both finished.Â
H - Hair - He doesnât care
I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect) - Sex is one of the few ways you can easily pull him out of his head, so it does get intense for him. Donnieâs brain checks out once shit gets rolling, and he stays checked out when you take the lead; which is something he desperately needs. But those moments when he needs to take for once instead of give, you gotta be prepared for the most intense fucking of your life.Â
J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) - Donnie is the one who is a little more sloppy and risky when it comes to jerking off. Because when he needs it, he needs it, okay? He loses brain cells when heâs horney, so jerking off in his lab when one of his brothers is still awake in the kitchen over there starts feeling like a good idea. Post-nut clarity hits Donnie so hard when heâs by himself. Itâs hilarious.Â
K - Kink (One or more of their kinks) - Donnie is a kinky mother fucker, okay, and he is so shy about it. He will not put in requests. You will have to get it out of him, because he feels a bit of shame in that he wants to be on the receiving end of things, usually. Heâs into sensory deprivation, bondage, exhibitionalism, toys, somnophilia, masochism, breeding, free-use, phone sex, all of it.Â
L - Location (Favorite places to do the do) - Okay, so you gotta be careful because if you get Donnie horny enough, anywhere starts looking like âthis will doâ. It can get him in trouble, and youâre gonna have to call the shots on that one. But he does get pretty paranoid in the lair and lack of privacy, so a bedroom will be best for a while. Let him get more confident in his body and his relationship with you before yâall start getting crazy.
M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) - In a scenario in which he is glued to the screens and you need lovinâs; praise. Pet names. Tracing his neck or arms. It will get his attention super fast. Everytime. He is also always horny waking up, but he is not a morning person, so you will have to do most of the work. But his noises and desperation are always worth it.Â
N - NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs) - He doesn't like being hit, or in pain; and actually being restrained is horrifying to him. If he canât actually snap the handcuffs or rope, and heâs being held down- things go from sexy to he doesn't want to be touched for three days. Itâs a fine line, one that he didnât know existed until it happened. Unaddressed trauma, you know?
O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) - Donnie fucking loves head, okay? One of his longest fantasies was having a partner suck him off while he games. Itâs a classic. And he loves giving you head, and takes massive pride in being the best there possibly is at giving it to him.Â
P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual) - All of it. All of it. There are moments when he needs to take over, and he does get intense. But even in his most needy moments- it still doesnât mean heâs rough. He definitely can be- but it all depends on the mood and the scenario and what you need. Heâs all over.Â
Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often.) - He has some trouble initiating. The fear of inconveniencing you or being overly needy is prevalent in his heart. Especially at the beginning. So even if he is insanely, deliriously horny for you, heâs gonna struggle asking for relief. However, if you initiate- heâs all in. He will do whatever, whenever, however. Just keep touching him. Tell him what you need, what he should do. He will be there, please, baby.Â
R - Risk (Are they game to experience, do they take risks.) - If you need him and your in charge, he gets a little pussy drunk. He will want to do whatever you want, whenever you want. He does have some fantasies of having you in semi-public areas (like his truck on a road trip). But not only does he secretly want to try everything in the book, but he is here to please you. He wants you and he wants to be yours. Ask him and he will be of service.Â
S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last) - Donnie possesses athleticism on a level that is otherworldly. You are dating a superhero. So his stamina shows it. He can have sex all day, and be running around saving the world after. The question is, when does he find time to sleep. So sometimes, fucking him should be a seque to getting him to passing out, at last. Â
T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves) - Donnie loves toys. Loves using them on you, loves it when you use them on him. He kinda likes the thought of building sophisticated ones for you to enjoy. He likes to watch you use toys on yourself, he likes you watching him use them- he adores it all. The introduction of toys in the bedroom was very quick, and heâd have a collection somewhere very, super hidden.Â
U - Unfair (how much they like to tease) - He doesnât like to tease you at all. Heâs not the type. What you ask of him is exactly what he will give, so he struggles to deny you pleasure. However, he kinda loves when you tease him. Flirting with him, denying him, teasing him, edging him all get him feeling super hot. You become his whole world when you do, and thatâs exactly how he likes it.Â
V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) - Donnie whimpers. He is the most gorgeous whimperer in the entire planet. He shakes and whines and moans, and he begs. His voice can get super low and then can get high and whispery- you have told him several times he could make audio porn and he doesnât believe you. He gets a little insecure about it, because most of the time he doesnât have a whole lot of brain power to control that.Â
W - Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) - He was fucking you hard in the back of the lab. On the old cot he kept there for emergency uses. He was getting so riled up that his brothers, just outside, were in danger of overhearing his whispers and whines. Your solution? You grabbed his face hard, yanking him close with your palm cupped over his mouth with your other hand cupping the nape of his neck. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, falling further into your shoulder and bracing under the new wave of arousal while his thrusts quickened with desperation. âThatâs it, baby.â You whispered, struggling to keep quiet yourself. âThatâs it, good boy, sweetheartâŚfuck-â
X -X-Ray (Letâs see whatâs going on in those pants, picture or words) - Team cloaca. He has a cloaca just under the plates of his plastron. His dick is HUGE, and gorgeously dark purple, and there is a reason it needs to be packed away. It takes a lot of time and a lot of patience, even with the assist of his and your natural lubrication, it takes a while to get his huge size inside of you.Â
Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive) - In the beginning, you are all Donnie could think about. He wanted you so badly, and he wanted you to want him. He had trouble focusing on tasks he had never had a problem focusing on before. He wasnât getting things done, he was messing up more during training, and he had troubles not talking about you to others. But after things have been official for a while, that fades to a much more healthy amount. But he does have an issue getting lost in his interests, projects and duties. His sex drive is high, but he has attention issues lol.Â
Z - ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards) - Donnie is a sleep deprived monster. While he can continue on after sex as if nothing happened (he does that a lot), sex is one of the only things that will actually put him to sleep quickly. So if that is your objective, after he orgasmsâŚwhen heâs still shaky and out of breath- all you gotta do is rub his shoulders, kiss his face and pull him into a tight hug, prevent him from getting too goofy, and itâs over. If you are under him, he can fall asleep on top of you. If you two are curled up in the lab chair, he will pass out with his head on your shoulder. If you guys are on the couch, he will drop out, his mouth open and glasses skewed with you on his chest. He is always a hard sleeper, so getting him to wake up especially after a good fuck- is damn near impossible. But itâs also something that honestly, while you stare down at his cute face snoozing away, waking him up is the last thing that you want to do.Â
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Their entire arc revolves around the desperate, painful desire to be seen as normal and accepted by humans.
Because of this, if one of the brothers managed to bridge that gap and get a human girlfriend, the immediate reaction would absolutely be a heavy, complicated wave of envy.
The Overall Dynamic:
Theyâre genuinely happy for the brother who finds a girl first. Thereâs a lot of teasing, back-slapping, and âabout time, dude!â energy.
Underneath that, thereâs a quiet ache: âWhy him and not me?â
The jealousy is mostly rooted in their shared insecurities â fear that theyâre too monstrous, that human girls could never want them, and that theyâll never experience the softness, acceptance, and intimacy they see their brother getting.
Because they live in such close quarters with almost zero privacy, they hear and notice way too much (muffled sounds, happy churring, the way one brother sneaks out at night, the afterglow the next day). This makes the jealousy more intense.
Leonardo:
If Leo isn't the one with the girlfriend, his envy would be the most repressed. As the leader, he carries the burden of keeping them hidden and safe.
He would likely give his brother harsh lectures about the "dangers of fraternizing with humans" and operational security.
In truth, Leo would be agonizingly jealous. He would watch them from the shadows, his heart aching because he feels his duties as a ninja and a leader mean he will never be allowed to have a soft, normal life. He worries that as the leader he âshouldnâtâ want this kind of distraction, yet seeing his brother experience real intimacy makes him ache with loneliness. His envy is quiet and melancholic.
If Leonardo Gets a Girlfriend First:
Leo is the strict enforcer of Splinter's rules and the most obsessed with operational security. If he is the first to bridge the gap with a human, the irony would not be lost on his brothers.
Raphael: Absolute, unbridled frustration at the hypocrisy. Raph would never let Leo hear the end of it. "So when I want to go to a Knicks game, it's a security risk, but when Fearless Leader wants to play tonsil hockey with a human, it's totally fine?" Raph would be secretly jealous, but mostly just resentful of the double standard.
Donatello: Donnie would immediately shift into risk-assessment mode. He would run background checks on her, tap her phone (just to make sure she isn't working for the Foot Clan), and probably build an elaborate security system for her apartment to keep her safe.
Michelangelo: Mikey would relentlessly tease Leo for going soft. He would make kissing noises whenever Leo tried to give orders and constantly try to invite himself along on their dates as the "cool chaperone."
Raphael:
Raphâs envy would be explosive, defensive, and loud. He is the most insecure about his appearance and monster status out of all the brothers.
He would pick fights. If Donnie or Mikey got a girlfriend, Raph would scoff, roll his eyes, and make sarcastic comments like, "Must be nice playing house while the rest of us are stuck in the sewer."
Raph would secretly be devastated. He wants love and gentle acceptance more than anyone, but he pushes people away before they can reject him. Seeing a brother get that affection would make Raph feel uniquely unlovable. However, if anyone ever made the girlfriend cry, Raph would be the first one out of the sewers to exact revenge.
If Raphael Gets a Girlfriend First:
If someone managed to break through his walls, his brothers would be utterly bewildered.
Leonardo: Extreme stress. Leo would be terrified that Raphâs temper would either scare her away or cause a public scene that would expose them. Leo would pull Raph aside for intense, hushed lectures about "gentleness" and "discretion."
Donatello: Scientific bafflement. Donnie would literally stare at his monitors, trying to calculate the statistical probability of the angriest, biggest mutant in the sewer landing a date before the rest of them. "I just don't understand the variables. Is it the brooding? Do humans like brooding?"
Michelangelo: Pure shock and awe. "Wait, she likes you? Voluntarily? Did you threaten her?" Once the shock wore off, Mikey would make it his life's mission to embarrass Raph in front of her by telling her stories about Raph sleeping with a stuffed bear.
Donatello:
Donnie would try to logic his way out of his jealousy. Heâd bury himself in his tech, making awkward, overly analytical comments about the statistical improbability of human-mutant relationships lasting.
He would constantly compare himself to the taken brother. Is he funnier? Is he stronger? Why am I not enough? He might even try to build ridiculous gadgets or holograms to make himself look "more human" to compensate for his bruised ego.
If Donatello Gets a Girlfriend First:
If he found a girl, likely someone who matches his intellect and doesn't mind his obsessive tinkering, his brothers would be a mix of supportive and utterly confused by their dynamic.
Leonardo: Relieved but cautious. Leo trusts Donnie's judgment more than Raph's or Mikey's. However, he would worry that Donnie was spending too much time building her gadgets instead of maintaining the Tartaruga Brothers' garbage truck.
Raphael: Protective older brother mode activated. Raph would be gruff and dismissive of Donnie's "nerdy" romance, but the second the girl stepped into the lair, Raph would give her the universal death glare. He'd corner her and warn her that if she ever broke the genius's heart, he'd toss her into the East River.
Michelangelo: Trying (and failing) to be the ultimate wingman. Mikey would try to give Donnie terrible dating advice based on music videos and rom-coms. He would constantly interrupt Donnie's awkward, science-heavy flirtations to try and make him look "cooler," which would only stress Donnie out.
Michelangelo:
Mikey wears his heart on his sleeve, so his envy would be completely unfiltered.
He would loudly complain about being the "third wheel." He would dramatically flop onto the couch, groaning about how it's "not fair" that his brother gets a beautiful human girl while he is stuck with three ugly turtles.
Mikey would try to third-wheel their dates constantly, hoping her presence would somehow rub off on him or that she might introduce him to her friends. His jealousy isn't malicious; itâs just the desperate FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out) of a teenager who wants to go to the prom but isn't allowed out of the basement.
If Michelangelo Gets a Girlfriend First:
Mikey is loud, flashy, and desperate for human connection. If his flirting actually paid off and he got a girlfriend, he would show her off like he just won an Olympic gold medal.
Leonardo: Full-blown panic. Mikey cannot keep a secret to save his life. Leo would be sweating bullets, convinced that Mikey's girlfriend is going to post a selfie with him on Instagram and expose their existence to the government.
Raphael: Disbelief mixed with intense envy. Seeing the goofy, immature little brother get exactly what Raph secretly wants would sting. He would roll his eyes at Mikeyâs over-the-top displays of affection and retreat to the gym to hit the heavy bag, masking his loneliness with irritation.
Donatello: Taking notes. Donnie would treat Mikey like a fascinating psychological case study. He would quietly observe how Mikey talks to her, trying to reverse-engineer Mikey's "charm" so he can figure out how to successfully interact with human women himself.
Eventually:
The jealousy never destroys their bond. They talk about it finally (usually in blunt, awkward brotherly ways).
Seeing each other happy actually motivates the single ones to take more risks and try to connect with human girls.
Once all (or most) of them have girlfriends, the jealousy largely fades and turns into shared excitement â comparing notes, covering for each other on dates, and protecting each otherâs relationships from threats.
Group hangouts become a thing, and they develop a strange pride in their âhuman girls club.â
The Bay!turtles (separately) catch you dancing hcs
This is vaguely based on a scene from the 'Unspoken' Donnie fic I'm writing except way less angsty
Tags: Bay!tmnt x reader, utter fluff, fem reader, established relationships, no idea how NYC apartments work, terrible punctuation as usual, not proofread
Leo
Leo doesnât usually come in through your fire escape, but he will turn up unannounced sometimes when he wants to see you. Heâs secretly very needy and will take any excuse to come see you so expect him to turn up with flowers and a sheepish smile asking you to let him in.
Most of the time he will text you before he turns up, because he knows you donât really like getting caught off guard and he likes making sure youâre available before he turns up. Has actually just sat on your fire escape being a tragic brooding yearner at some point and very much prefers to know that youâre at home and want to see him (which you definitely do).
Heâs also turned up unannounced after a mission gone wrong before and his massive arm flexing when he sheathed his swords to come in through the window made you accept any and all unannounced visits. Leo decides to show up unannounced one night to see you after a long four days of not being able toâŚ
Leo dropped down quietly onto your old rusty fire escape balcony. A couple of stray petals floated down from the bouquet he was carrying and he padded closer to your window. It was open, your blinds were rolled up and swaying gently in the breeze; Leo silently slipped in, brushing against the blinds. He wasnât sure you were at home for a second, but there was the sound of music playing from the kitchen and he smiled. You were making dinner no doubt. He shifted as softly as he could over the floorboards, wincing when one creaked a little. He angled himself so you wouldnât see him from where you were in the kitchen. He peered from where he stood hidden and was met with the sight of you waltzing around the kitchen as you cooked, moving along to the song you had playing on the speakers. You looked completely cheerful, mouthing along to the song lyrics as you stirred the pan over the stove and the delicious smell of cooking wafted down the hall to where Leo was standing. You spun around to reach a drawer, grabbing a fork. Leo forced himself not to smile. Heâd never seen you like this, completely carefree and dancing around your kitchen to the beat of the song you had on. He could hear you mumbling the lyrics under your breath, giggling to yourself when the song got to a part you liked. Leo felt his chest ache and he just stood there, staring at you and wondering if he could somehow memorise this. You were light on your feet, tiptoeing to reach one of the spices on the shelves and moving your shoulders to the melody. The leader in blue suppressed a laugh, looking down while he smiled and shaking his head at how adorable the scene was. You moved on the spot while you waited for your food to finish sizzling in the pan, stirring the contents every so often to keep them from burning. Leo decided heâd been staring long enough and needed to stop before he considered a marriage proposal. Making a little noise so as to not scare you, he moved out of the shadows towards where you stood in the kitchen. You were startled regardless, squeaking slightly and immediately feeling the hot flush of blood rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment.
âLeo!â
âI wanted to drop by ând see you, but I see Iâve interrupted your little dance session, huh.â Leo couldnât stop the stupid smile on his face as he came over to you, gently pressing the flowers into your hands and leaning down to kiss your forehead. You groaned, a rush of different feelings flushing through your system as you buried your face in the soft flower petals. The scent calmed you down some and you sighed âHow long were you there? And these flowers are so pretty⌠You really didnât have to but theyâre so lovely. Thank you.â
Leo had a hand on your lower back and was idly rubbing his thumb over it. He coughed awkwardly. âNot that long. You got some killer moves hon.â He smiled and kissed your hairline. The overwhelming urge to smother you with affection had filled him to the brim and you could tell by the way he was looking at you that you didnât need to feel embarrassed. Leo couldnât stop cheesing. He was more in love with you than before if that was even possible.
âWhat?â
âNothing. Youâre cute. Now that Iâm here, would you like a dance partner?â Leo held his hand out. You took it, rolling your eyes playfully at him. His rough, calloused one met yours and he thumbed over your knuckles. âLetâs dance.â You chuckled and just held onto him as he very quickly changed the song to something slower and more relaxed. As he turned the both of you around he slid the pan off the stove, letting the residual heat do the rest of the cooking and turning the gas off. You huffed. He was too damn smooth. You rested your head against his plastron and the both of you swayed to the slow oldies tune Leo had picked; the light above the stove served as your only source of illumination as the two of you danced. âThis is a cliche.â
âProbably. Itâs cliche for a reason.â Leo smiled as he responded, gently shifting the two of you around. You gazed up at him. A ladyâs muffled voice echoed from the speakers into the night and the jazzy twang of a guitar set off each step Leo pulled you into. You shut your eyes.
Mikey
King of dropping by unannounced. Is genuinely in agony when he canât hang with you and will take full advantage of being able to show up on your fire escape whenever. Youâve gotten so used to it that he has a key to unlock your window if he drops by and you have it locked.
Has planned dates on your fire escape balcony before, youâve manage to keep it fairly clean so the two of you dragged out blankets and pillows and cuddled up on there with snacks and a movie. Mikey helped you string up fairy lights on there to make it more aesthetic. Sometimes heâll send you a text before he shows up, but often forgets to check his phone before he arrives and just trusts that youâre going to be there. He also likes chilling for a few in the alley by your apartment if youâre not home, before he heads back he legally has to pet the alley cats.
Is usually super loud upon entering so he doesnât freak you out because he knows you dislike unannounced visits. Mikey decides he needs to turn up quietly one night and catches you dancingâŚ
Mikey dropped oh so quietly onto your balcony. Or at least he intended to, the orange slider stubbed his toe and silently cursed and hopped in a circle to get rid of the pain. He peered nervously through your window, hoping you hadnât heard him. Thankfully, the sound of music drifting from your apartment had muted the sound of his footsteps and he smiled, shifting the window further up so he could roll in. He dropped to the floor with a soft thud and began to shuffle to where the music was playing from. He slowly set down the bag of snacks heâd brought with him on your coffee table. The faint crinkle of the bag made him wince. He was excited to surprise you with your favourite snacks and the prospect of hanging out on a cool rooftop spot heâd discovered to make cute little charms together. He walked slowly. You were in the bathroom, speakers blasting some sort of sexy music while you got ready. Mikey had texted you about a date earlier and you had no clue when he was getting there, but decided to get ready. Your little makeup pouch was on the sink counter; hair ties and mascara and a packet of makeup remover wipes and some really old crusty lipgloss you hadnât got around to getting rid of were strewn around. You were absentmindedly dancing, fixing your appearance in the bathroom mirror. Mikey watched quietly from the hall, awestruck by how pretty you looked. The faint scent of your body wash drifted from the bathroom and Mikey was left in a sort of daze; the sight of you in your casual, unaware state and smelling like dessert made him want to barrel in there and squeeze you. He kept himself in check. You looked lost in your own world, twirling and singing along as you zhuzhed up your appearance. You picked up one of the many soap bottles in the shower caddy, using it as a mock microphone as you waited for your body lotion to dry down a little. Mikey was conflicted, stuck between wanting to keep watching you and wanting to join in on the fun you were having. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, a large smile plastering his face and nothing but love in his eyes. You neatened your hem, doing a spin for the mirror and mouthing along to the song playing through your speakers as you leaned closer to the mirror to inspect your eyebrows; you placed a hand on the edge of the sink to stabilise yourself. Mikey smiled when you smiled, eyes sparkling with adoration.
âThatâs my girl.â Mikey whispered to himself in the corridor. He couldnât stop himself and with a cough and a purposefully loud âbabe!â he entered your small bathroom. You were a little surprised, but threw your arms around him without hesitation. Mikey squeezed tight. He breathed in the scent of your lotion and sighed. You pulled away, a little shy.
âWhen did you get in? I didnât even hear you this time.â
âI been here this whole time girl.â Mikey flashed you a silly grin and you sighed, pushing down your embarrassment. Mikey loved when you had fun and just looked happy that you had seemed so happy getting ready. He was definitely remembering this.
âNext time remind me to come by earlier, I totally need to dance with you.â He pinched your cheek and you batted his hand away playfully, opting to hold it instead. âUh huh. Will do, Angel.â Mikey lifted your intertwined hands to kiss your smaller ones.
âDo you need a few more minutes? I can wait.â
You nodded, but pulled him closer. âYeah, but you can stay in here. Pick the next song? My playlist has literally just been on repeat and I need some variation.â Mikey smiled, kissing your hand again and reaching for where your phone was balanced precariously on the edge of the sink. He scrolled until he found a good one, shifting awkwardly in the small bathroom. Mikey wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his scarred chin on your shoulder. He pressed play. You smiled and continued getting ready in the mirror. Music filled your little bathroom.
Raph
Raph likes to drop by occasionally. Heâs not too casual about it because heâs worried he might bother you if he turns up unannounced, but he will if a) he knows youâre free, b) he needs some respite from a mission and c) if he just needs to see you. Is also the type to brood dramatically on your fire escape. Has just sat there while you were home before to feel close to you without having to deal with communicating that he didnât feel the greatest.
He adores when you greet him by the window and will lean in to kiss you before he comes in when you do. Itâs literally a ritual for him every time. He likes the domestic stuff even if he doesnât admit it, and will sit and watch the sunrise with you on your fire escape or occasionally from your rooftop; heâs the best blanket you could ask for and sits you in his lap because that guy runs hot and a blanket just doesnât do it for you. One evening he decides he wants to come and see you while heâs on his way back to the lairâŚ
Raph thudded onto the roof of your apartment building, heaving out a sigh. He swayed himself down onto the fire escape, descending until he reached your floor. He could hear the music from where he kneeled already and it relaxed his brow, he felt his tension ease out. Heâd been super high strung recently and just wanted to drop by to check in on you. The thought of seeing you made his limbs loosen up and his mind clear of the worries and stressors bugging him. He crouched low on the fire escape, hidden by the shadows of the night. The rough ridges of his shell were illuminated ever so slightly by the moon, casting him in a contrasting backlight that outlined his silhouette, only seen if you squinted hard and knew where to look. For someone so big he made himself hard to notice. Years of training and refining his technique had led him to learn to completely conceal himself in the deep shadows of the night. Raph peered in through the window. You were moving around your living room. You held a stack of books in your arms, twirling around to the music and winding up at the opposite end of the small living area to deposit the books on the couch while you whisked back to clean off the coffee table. You were humming. Raph had never seen you quite so unbothered and in your element. It was mesmerising and he decided to sit and watch you- or rather- he couldnât help but sit and watch you. Ruining your flow now felt wrong. Raphâs eyes followed you around the room, he smiled and ducked his head when you drummed your fingers against the little storage cubes you had in the corner. The soft knit blanket Raph had gifted you lay crumpled on your sofa and you slid over to it, singing along to your music as you began to pull over the corners and fold it back into a presentable square. Raph felt an unprecedented cuteness aggression fill him when he watched you smile as you folded it, you held it up to bury your face in it for a second before setting it back down, now neat, on the back of the couch. You thought about him when he wasnât there. You were as distracted as anything from the outside world as you danced in your living room and you still smiled at the thought of him. God he was so lucky. He watched you shimmy your hips back over to the other end of the living room and decided he couldnât stay on your fire escape anymore. With a great heave he rapped twice on the window pane and pushed it up to let himself in. You jumped, startled. Relief flooded you once you recognised the hulking figure of your favourite turtle filling the small corner where the window was situated. Then the embarrassment hit.
âRaph! Whatâre you-â
You had no time to finish your sentence before he came over and pulled you into his arms. You broke into a smile and hugged back, giggling.âHey sweetheart. Droppinâ by to check on you. Howâs my baby?â Raph was smiling like a fool as he held you close, nuzzling your hairline. You smiled and he set you down.
âIâm good, I just wasnât expecting you to come by. Iâm um- Iâm cleaning.â You gestured awkwardly to the living room. Raph squished your cheeks with one of his large hands, leaning down and planting a sloppy kiss to your lips. You huffed.
âYou were dancing. Where are those moves wiâme, ah?â You rolled your eyes and stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss him back in retaliation. âDance with me, then.â
Raph was for sure dying happy. âFocus on me.â He gave you a cocky smirk and you held onto his arms. Without warning he picked you up to spin you around. You squealed, hands anchoring onto his shoulders; he was grinning at your face as it contorted into embarrassed happiness. You were melting his stress away with just a smile.
Donnie
Donnie has seriously considered putting in monitors by your fire escape for safety purposes. He doesnât want anything putting his baby in danger and is, on the low, a fan of being able to keep track of you. It has been speculated he has some control problems. Of course he never does anything without your express want of it and resorts to just checking in on you every so often. Heâs a bit of a hopeless romantic in the sense that heâll text you to come to the window and bam, there he is with tiramisu and a very detailed spreadsheet on a date.
Has sat by your window and looked in a few times and felt super embarrassed and ashamed afterwards because he got an identity crisis and was thoroughly convinced he was a creep. You just found it funny. He likes taking you to places to stargaze and shows up excited and unannounced if thereâs a forecast for a clear night sky or meteor shower. He keeps you close and points out the constellations until you fall asleep. Donnie comes by one night to drop off your watch he fixedâŚ
The tall turtle swung down to land on your fire escape. He sighed. He hasnât seen you in what felt like forever and he usually wouldnât come by like this but he just needed to see you. He hadnât even texted you in his haste. His excuse was dropping off a watch heâd fixed for you a good while ago and even he knew that was a poor excuse. How else was he supposed to just show up? It only just occurred to him as he was crouching on your balcony, gear in hand, that he could just⌠show up. You always loved seeing him. Why was he getting all shy now? He shook it off and peered in through the corner of the window to see whether he could come in. Immediately he caught sight of you dancing. You were swivelling around your bedroom, a pile of freshly washed and dried laundry on your bed. A candle burned on your bedside table, it filled your room with the scent of vanilla cake. You had your music on loud and were singing along as you methodically folded your clothes to put them away. Donnie stared. He pushed his glasses up as though pressing his eyes to the lenses would help him see you better. You were completely ignorant of his presence, humming away with a lost smile on your lips as you folded your clothes to put in your chest of drawers; you had each tray open to have easy access to each drawer and you narrowly avoided bumping your hip against them each time you waltzed back and forth between your bed and the rest of the furniture. Your speakers played a vaguely familiar song and you chucked a few clothes to the other end of your bed as you sorted through the pile of clean laundry. Donnie noted you were in shorts and an oversized shirt that he was pretty sure was his. You danced away, nodding your head along and pausing your singing only to curse when an item of clothing refused to fold right the first time. Donnie caught himself smiling. He was smiling like an idiot. You were unaware and lost in your own little world, gently kicking the bottom drawer closed to the beat of the song as you whirled back over to your bed to continue folding. The purple turtle wanted to burn the image on the insides of his eyelids. He dryly swallowed, licking his lips to wet them as he watched you. He couldnât stand being so far from you. Without ceremony he pushed up your window. The noise spooked you, but the familiar scraping sound of Donnieâs staff against the window frame told you who it was.
âDonnie, wh- hi?â
âHey y/n. Sorry to drop by like this, but I⌠wanted to give you your watch.â
Donnie fumbled in one of the pouches on his utility belt for your watch, and hastily handed it to you. You took one look at it, put it down and pulled at Donnie so heâd be at your height. You leaned up to kiss him.
âThank you. But seriously, how long were you there?â
ââŚ8 minutes. I just needed to see you.â Donnie sheepishly kissed your cheek and you sighed, a smile formed on your lips. He gazed down at you with a steady, warm expression. âI didnât expect to see you dancing, though. Pretty awesome. You been holding out on me?â
You dropped your forehead onto his chest, hiding your face in embarrassment. âNo. Forget everything you saw.â You laughed when Donnie let out a chuckle and looked up at him. He cupped your face thoughtfully. His eyes brimmed with affection and the spark of an idea that popped into his overactive brain. âYou wanna dance? Letâs dance, love.â
You made to protest, but his gentle hands and softer look than normal made you nod. He clumsily leaned down to kiss the bridge of your nose. Oh, right, he had his shoulder cam. âPlease let it be onâ was his only thought as he held you close to him. If it was, he was treasuring that audio and whatever visible video he could scavenge forever. The hopeless romantic in Donnie was alive and well.Â
A/N Literally stayed up all night I'm beat hope you like it
