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(Not a request, just brainrotting) imagine the turtles being hugged by their s/o from behind to surprise them and their s/o can't fully hug them because their shells are making them too thick to hug so the s/o's hands are just on their chest, not touching each other, not even the fingertips
I actually don't think you understand just how much this scenario circles my thoughts, like, it makes its rounds regularly 😩
Trying to hug any of them from behind would be tricky, but I imagine it being ESPECIALLY difficult with our Bay baddies and Rise Raph alike
Plus, you know, you just know, that the boys will get their kicks out of it, whether it's because they find the act endearing or hilariously adorable
OR
"Not a request", but a thought that inspired me to write the teeniest tiniest little thing because this is my kinda brainrot 🤌 And I think kicking my rusty gears into action with something small should help, so thank you, Anon
TOC x Reader
Somewhere around here...
Unfortunately not.
Maybe in the next room?
That would be a resounding no.
You were certain his brother said he was still training one-on-one with Splinter, unless they decided to call it early for the day. They must have because there isn’t a single soul in sight concerning the dojo. Any equipment that may have been used is safely stored away, though the room is still warm with the echoes of their sparring, so it mustn't have been long since they finished.
As you tread through the lair, you can't help but become thrilled by your self-amused detective work. This must be what it's like for him and his brothers out on the field; traversing the city scape to unlock the secrets behind a new, twisted mystery. Granted, it's much lower stakes, and it likely won't be much more time until you find him, but you tell yourself as you feel necessary to keep that silly brain of yours entertained.
Whatever makes you happy.
Before long, a scent wafts within the walls of layered brick and combined concrete; a familiar scent and one that could only be made responsible by the object of your search.
Lunch.
More specifically, his favourite lunch, and with this new trail beckoning your strong desire for reunion, you answer the call and follow swiftly. The aroma strengthens the closer you get, guiding you like a deviant little sprite through the familiar labyrinth of the lair. It’s definitely, and obviously, pizza, but in particular, it’s his favourite toppings that have your attention. That’s how you know. The smell grows stronger still as you round the last corner, leading you directly to the dimly lit yet warm and comforting kitchen.
And there he is. Your target.
Huddled over the chipped countertop, completely oblivious to your presence, is him. His broad shoulders are hunched, a slice halfway to his open mouth, eyes closed and completely lost to the reward for his training. He’s so engrossed that he doesn’t even register your silent approach. The perfect opportunity for a strike.
With the stealth of a ninja, or at least, someone trying to be stealthy in worn sneakers, you creep up behind him. Your arms are already extending, ready to wrap around his waist, to catch him off guard with a sudden, tight hug. The element of surprise is key, and you’re about to nail it.
Thud.
Your chest makes solid contact with domed shell, arms attempting to encircle him, but no dice. They don’t cover as much area as you would like them to, at least. It’s like trying to hug a boulder. Your hands stretch around as far as they can, fingers splayed, reaching, aching to connect in front, but finding only empty, frustrating space between them. Differing dimensions hadn’t occurred to you, obviously. Your palms flatten against the cool plastron, resting just above his belly, each appendage a solitary island that can’t quite reach the other. Again. you try with one more mighty squeeze, squishing your face into his shell as much as humanly possible without breaking your jaw. When that still doesn’t work, you lean sluggishly against him, a cheek bashing into the curved obstacle with a dramatic huff.
As if to add insult to injury, the presumably sly attack barely gets a reaction either. No jump, no startled break in his breath. Nothing! You just about see the back of his head dip forward, probably to look at how much distance sits between your hands, and then there’s a cordial laugh, one that rumbles from his body to yours just before you even hear it.
"Huh, look who it is," he says, feigning surprise whilst his voice sits lazily with amusement.
He gently grabs onto your wrists, pulling the futile attempt at a hug away, and promptly pirouettes you into a full 180 as he does the same. Before you can object or think to question the abrupt reposition, his arms snake around you, palms pressing into your waist but oppositionally to their respective left and right.
Another chuckle hums in his throat, and he leans against your ear, whispering, "This is how you do it," before pecking your cheek and turning back to take his meal off into the lounge, rendering you immobile for the coming seconds.
Perhaps, more than a few seconds, actually.
What an ass. It’s not your fault he’s built like tank.
But that doesn’t mean you won’t stop trying.
For clarity, my requests aren't open! Yet. But this was a lovely and unexpected prompt which got my brain going. Thanks for the little inspo, again! 'Preciate it 😘 <3
This is February's prompt from the lovely @thelaundrybitch just the phrase 'cold hands, warm lips'. With how cold and unrelenting this winter has been I decided to build on that, cold winter storm, your TOC stumbling into your apartment, who better to warm him up than you?
I tried to do something different for this one-shot and in the spirit of Valentine's Day this is a choose-your-own-turtle fic. Please leave a comment to let me know who you envisioned while reading this.
Happy Valentine's Day!
As always, thank you @adebauchedsloth for beta reading this!
Note: This does contain smut, all characters are aged-up. Adult activities between two consenting adults. (How else did you think you were gonna warm him up?) 😉
The predicted winter storm had arrived earlier than expected. Thick, clumped snowflakes floated past your window on their mission to cover the city in white. A sudden drop in temperature and fierce wind had everyone hunkering down indoors, waiting for it to pass.
Some of your neighbours had even stocked up on water and non-perishables in case the power went out. You’d picked up a few of these items, but what worried you more than a possible power outage was the fact that you hadn’t heard from your boyfriend, who was actually a mutant turtle, in over two hours. The last thing he’d texted you was that he was heading on a quick patrol around the city before the storm began, and it had already been raging for over an hour.
He was always a little vague about how some of his ‘turtleness’ worked, which you suspected was from a desire for you not to worry. But you did worry, so you had done your homework on him. Being a mesothermic being, he generated his own heat but had difficulty maintaining his body temperature, especially in the face of unexpected freezing temperatures. Pacing worriedly, you texted him once more, asking him to please let you know if he was safe and back in the lair. Too much cold could mean his body would go into brumation—a type of hibernation unique to reptiles.
It was another hour before you were startled awake by the scrape of your balcony door, the shock of cold and wind jolting you upright.
“F-f-fuck… s-stupid… d-door.”
It was him! You almost tripped over yourself to get to where he was still struggling with the door, his hands shaking from the cold.
“I got it.” You said, taking over for him and sweeping as much snow as you could from the bottom of the door so you could close it properly.
He took a few steps back, slowly, almost as if he was still wading through deep snow despite being indoors.
He needed some warming up, starting with a hug.
“I was so worried…” It felt like hugging a block of ice. His outerwear was freezing, and if survival shows taught you anything, he needed to get out of his wet clothes immediately and gradually raise his core body temperature.
Stiffly, he managed to hug you back and pressed his ice-cold snoot into your neck, causing you to exhale sharply. “S-sorry baby, storm started early.”
You noticed he was shaking and felt like scolding him for being so reckless. Usually, he and his brothers stayed in the lair during winter. Trips outside were strictly limited, reserved for emergencies only.
“You promised me you were going to be more careful…” you whispered, concern in your gaze and a lump in your throat as you looked up at him.
There was regret in his eyes as he hugged you tighter, still having trouble forming words from being so cold still. “I know…w-we had to, people were getting hurt.”
Likely, their mission was assigned to them by Chief Vincent herself, something that could not be easily ignored. You nodded and stepped back to unzip his coat and push the garment off his broad shoulders.
It hit the ground with a heavy thud, showing how much snow and water it had soaked up. His hat was next, then his wet gloves, and finally, his boots. As quickly as possible, his wet belongings were either hung up or placed on the vent to dry.
He was still shivering as you led him to the bathroom. With trembling hands, he tried to undo his pants while you started the shower, but his frozen fingers were stiff and uncooperative.
Gently taking over for him, you began to unzip them. “Let me.”
“Thanks,” he whispered, standing still so you could finish undressing him. He looked so tired that you had to work quickly. Pants and underwear gone, you checked the water temperature one more time before telling him to get in. Not too hot and not too cold, warm enough that it wasn’t a shock to his system.
He sighed softly as the warmth seeped into him. “Feels good…”
At first, you simply watched him, feeling relieved that he was finally warming up. Your intention was to let him enjoy his shower while you prepared something hot to eat and drink for him, but when you turned to leave, there was a quiet protest.
“Wait…”
“Hm?” Switching direction, you went back to see what he needed.
“Come in with me?” It was a seemingly small request that belied the promise of something more, and you couldn’t find it within yourself to deny him.
“Alright.” You smiled. Disrobing slowly, you placed your clothes with his. You could feel the heat of his gaze, yet he made no move to touch you until you stepped into the shower within reach.
You were pressed against his chest, a solid mass of tough plastron and muscle, still slightly chilled, causing you to shiver. His hands were cold, but as he tilted your face up to kiss your mouth, his lips were warmer.
Suddenly, the chill didn’t seem quite so bad, and you could feel him growing stronger, absorbing both the warmth of your body and the shower stream. It drew a groan from his throat as you deepened the kiss, pressing yourself closer to him.
Cold forgotten, a fire was now sparking between you two, the embers fluttering to life in your belly. His large hands were all over you, sliding down your back and cupping your ass while he broke from your lips to give the skin between your neck and shoulder a few playful nips.
You let loose a giggle and gasped out half-heartedly, “Stop…your hands are cold…” and felt him rumble back, “Mm…and you’re so warm.” Now you felt hot kisses and a soft sucking on your pulse point as he began marking you as his.
It made you gasp, especially when you felt him lift you up, pressing you against the shower wall so he could access your chest now. This was much easier, and you could tell by his wicked grin that he was far from finished with you.
Wrapping your legs around him, you cupped his face, playfully squishing his cheeks with a slight smirk. “I’m going to let you continue, but promise me you won’t scare me like that again.” You paused, rephrasing the last part since your request was perhaps a tad unrealistic, considering he's both a ninja and a vigilante. “At least try not to. I can’t have a turtlesicle for a boyfriend.”
He laughed, nodding while kissing your playful pout, as you slipped your hands around his neck. “That would make things difficult.” He sobered then, fixing you with an apologetic look as he continued. “Listen, though I can’t promise this will be the last time I come stumbling in like this, I can promise that I’ll always make it up to you.”
“Always?”
“Always.”
Overcome by the sudden urge to kiss him, you didn’t hesitate, expressing your love for him with as much enthusiasm as you could muster.
It was he who took control of the kiss, pressing you more against the tiled wall of your shower and groaning his approval while his tongue slipped inside to tangle with yours.
The shower still ran, soaking you both as a different type of slick gathered between your thighs. The need crackling between you both as he rocked against your core, his tail curling underneath himself.
Sex with him could be slow and methodical. It could also be quick and dirty, and the latter seemed to be correct in this case; you could already feel the tip of his manhood at your entrance.
Cupping your breast and pushing it up, you gave a soft cry as he nearly enveloped the entire thing in his mouth, licking, sucking and flicking your nipple with his tongue. You felt him rumble against your skin as the second breast received the same treatment as the first.
“Gonna drop into you…” He murmured, grinding against your center. “Can I?”
He was already in position, aching for you, trying to hold back from releasing himself right then and there. Ever the gentleman, he still needed your consent before continuing. “Yes… fuck, please, yes…” You quickly replied, nearly incoherent from how much you needed this.
Making extra sure he was positioned correctly, he still entered you slowly, filling you inch by inch. This part of him was a bit cold still, and you gasped with the contrast of how he slid into the confines of your warmth.
His entire body trembled, struggling to stay in control and not rut into you like an animal. Your warmth was like fire, seeping into him as if it were the most precious substance on Earth.
“So hot…you feel…incredible… I can’t…” he bucked his hips once, and you both moaned, you clamping your legs more tightly around him on instinct.
“Don’t hold back then… I need you.”
At your admission, he unleashed a growl of pure satisfaction, finally giving you what you’d both been craving. In that moment, you felt as feral as he, a slave to your primal urges. Instead of being in your modest apartment-sized shower, you imagined the two of you in a cozy, warm cave, tucked away from the blowing snow and freezing temperatures. He made you feel wild and exhilarating in a way no one else ever could.
His thrusts were unrelenting, slow at first but quick to make you gasp and tremble in his arms. Breath quickening, you cried out that you were already getting close. His cock buried deep, hitting you in all the right places.
He managed a grin of self-satisfaction when hearing you admit that, because he knew. He always could tell when you were close to your release. It was the way your breathing sped up, how your body tensed and squirmed, thighs trembling, and the ensuing string of curses that could even make a sailor blush.
“C’mon then…don’t hold back either…let me see just how good I’m making you feel.”
A few well-placed thrusts later, you were there, like the raging winter storm, drowning in white-hot pleasure and crying out his name.
Now it was his turn to curse. The feel of you clenching and tightening around his cock was his undoing.
“Fuck…fuck, I’m gonna…” clutching you so tightly it was sure to leave marks, he delivered one final, deep thrust that made you see stars.
He growled loudly enough for you to feel it in your bones as he released himself inside you. Breathing heavily, you fell limp in his arms, a testament to the intense session of lovemaking.
The shower was growing cold, yet he still held you close, kissing you with reverence and a deep appreciation for you and everything you meant to him.
“I love you…” It was whispered so softly, almost as if he was afraid someone might overhear.
“I love you too.” It was both a declaration and a promise, no matter what, even if he did come stumbling in again like this, that you’d love him still; nothing was going to change that.
Finally, he helped you get back on your feet, and after a quick rinse, it was time to dry off and get cozy. Together, you went to get dressed—you on shaky legs and him moving to steady you. He opted for a pair of soft grey joggers, while you picked the comfiest pyjamas you owned.
Outside, the storm was showing no sign of stopping, but you were both safe and cozy in your apartment. Even after dinner was eaten and you were cuddled up on the couch, a sudden power outage was of no concern to you.
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