Title: Breakfast for Sensei
Summary: What people also do not tell you about scrambled eggs is that once you crack your very first egg into the bowl, you will summon the footsteps of a curious and friendly rat. It’s not any ordinary house rat that takes all your food but only bites a few. This rat enjoys indulging in the company of any house cook, and some even say that its presence will ensure that you will be protected from any accidents or mishaps that may come between you and your cooking.And who would refuse such welcoming presence?
Mikey opens up about Dimension X. And maybe a bunch of other things.
there’s a real lack of splinter & mikey (2012) fics it seems u__u also this was clearly unbeta’d as i wrote all this while i was on the verge of passing out at 1 am but heyyy at least i finished it
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This is more on the fluffy end, but could easily turn naughty if you choose. ( ̄▽ ̄)b
Normally shy crush randomly sitting on bayboys lap? They want attention and are determined to get it, flustered and all!
Also, hello! I love your posts. Thank you. (* ´ ▽ ` *)ノ
Reader sits on their lap to get their attention!!
2007 / NSFWish / Suggestive/boys are 25 and love to see you squirming for them
Leo is cleaning his katana when he feels your hands sliding over his shoulders. Immediately recognizing the touch, he glances at you.
"Hi, love. I thought our date was in another hour," he notes, a glimpse of a playful taunt in his tone.
"I got impatient," you say, sitting on his lap in one motion. "I want you now."
Your bravado stuns him for half a heartbeat before dissolving into a smirk. He places the sword on the side to pull you further onto his lap. His voice is a hot whisper near your lips. "Show me how much."
Raphael is fixing Turtle Movil's muffler when he hears your steps approaching over the smooth asphalt of the garage.
"I'll be with ya in a sec, doll!" he voices from under the van.
You humm, stepping on the edge of Mikey's skateboard, currently serving as support for Rafael to slide under the car. You roll him out.
"Hey! he whines sitting up, just half a second before you sit on his lap.
His breath hitches as you straddle him, shell pressed to the van's side.
"Sorry Raph, I don't feel like waiting," you breathe, trapping his mouth.
Donatello is so invested in talking about this new substance that he doesn't notice you stripping. When you press your bare chest to his shell and drag your hands over his plastron, his words trail off as he tenses.
"Hmm, darling?"
"Yeah?"
"W-what are you doing?"
You smile, turning his swivel chair to you, wasting no time sitting down on his lap.
"I'm listening," you mutter into his ear. "You're so hot when you talk about deadly substances. But I'd love to hear something a bit sweeter."
"Yeah? Like what?" he manages, heart racing.
You lick a stripe over his pulse line, eliciting a whimper from him.
"Like that."
Mikey was chilling, sitting on the worn-out couch, waiting for the TV to load what looked like a video. You placed your hands over his eyes.
"Guess who it is?"
"My Sugar bun?!" he says, turning back excitedly. "Hi! You're just in time, I'm about to start a new game! Let me show you," Mikey reaches for the Xbox controller, turning his back to you.
"Sure! Is the Brotherhood joining soon?"
He giggles at the nickname. "Nah, they're out."
You frown. "Out? All of them?"
"Yeah. Leo's training with his new partner, Raph's out with Casey… and Don's helping April cover some tech issues or something. Oh, and dad's sleeping," Mikey explained idly, choosing the abilities for the playable character.
"Wait, we'll be alone here for… a while?" you venture.
"Yup! So, you want to play with me?"
You smirk, climbing onto his lap. "Love to!"
He dodges you, his eyes glued to the TV. After a moment of contemplation, you break into a mischievous grin.
"But how about we make it more interesting? The loser has to take off an article of clothing for each game over."
You tug at his orange hood, and his eyes dart to you, a mischievous smile growing on his face. "Aw baby, you know you won't beat me, right?"
"I'll take the risk," you say, kissing his snout.
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