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writinandcrying · 19 days

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Saw this post @fuckedupcleric and I was struck by the writing bug when I saw your tags hehe

Bayverse x GN reader (uses of the word babygirl as a nickname) (set in 2023 turtles are 24-25) SFW

Leo

Is drinking tea when he hears your dramatic sigh and exclamation, and it brings a smirk to his mouth.

“How would you like to be kissed?” He asks, demeanor calm, moves telegraphed as he sets his tea down and turns to watch you fluster over an answer.

Unable to give him one, he tilts his head before moving into your space, caging you against the sagging cushions and blocking your legs with his plastron. “How do you want to be kissed?” He asks again

When he gets nothing but wide eyed blinks and a deepening blush, he continues:

“Do you want sweet kisses like the petals of flowers brushing against your cheeks?” He leans in closer, breath brushing against skin starting to grow sensitive from imagined touches “Do you want a tender friend to sip from the honeyed nectar of your lips?” His breath is now a ghost upon your mouth, his words breathed in and taken into your lungs. Finally, he whispers, “do you want a desperate lover to coil his tongue against your own, to seek the treasure of your sounds of pleasure at his touch?”

He waits, a moment, a heartbeat, for your eyes to flutter shut, before he pushes up off the couch, taking the fevered fantasy tinged blue and the scent of tea with him.

“Something to contemplate.” He says with a devious smile, grabbing his tea and heading out of the living room.

Raph

He’s wiping the sweat from his workout off his arms and face when he hears your pathetic whine, and he immediately looks in your direction incredulously. Babygirl wants a kiss?

You don’t realize the trouble you’re in until his hand is under your jaw and he’s tipped your head back. You have a moment to think Red before he’s licking into your mouth and swallowing any sound you might have made at the abrupt attention.

When he’s got you thoroughly stupid from lack of oxygen and the way he nips at your mouth whenever you move too slow to reciprocate, he finally pulls back and looks you over.

“Need more?” He asks, tone low and striking the tinder in your gut, fanning the coals there back to life. When you only blink up at him, dazed and chin slick with combined drool, he laughs and dips his head back for another taste, licking up your jaw before covering your mouth once more.

Swirls of his tongue, painting over yours, smothering your moans with the thick of his tongue before pulling more out of you with his teeth tugging on your abused bottom lip. His thumb pressing against your cheek and holding you open for his slow perusal

“You need to be kissed , and kissed often.” He told you finally when he pulled back. “Anytime you need some lovin’, sweetheart, you come find me.”

The couch protests when he pushes off it, and you stay exactly where you were left as he walks away, blinking up at the light and wondering what on god’s green earth just happened.

Angelo

Mikey pauses the game when he hears you whine from the couch behind his head, baby blues wide as he all but spins around and stares up at you.

“You want kisses, sunshine?” He asks, sounding surprised, before a grin breaks out across his face. “Don’t gotta tell me twice, come here, baby!”

Grabby hands, pulling you down the couch and taking the cushions with you, til your back is on the seat and you can’t breathe from the giggles as he blows a raspberry against your cheek before peppering your face with kisses.

When you beg him to stop, he chimes off with a “nu uh! You said you wanted kisses, and I’ve got plenty of kisses, angel.”

When you finally grab a hold of his mask tails and hold him still for a proper kiss, your jaw and cheeks hurt from laughing so much, but who needs to catch your breath when Mikey is giggling against your lips. Certainly not you, certainly not now.

His kisses taste like the cinnamon hard candies you got him just to spoil him, and he sighs happily into the affection, plastron pressing you against the cushion.

When his hand sneaks to your hip where your shirt has raised up and starts tickling you however, you can do nothing but squawk in outrage into his mouth, fighting to wiggle out from his hold while he continues to press kisses to your cheek.

Donnie

Donnie turns from his project and blinks at you in surprise when he hears you lamenting your lack of kisses, his hands still fiddling with the small project he’d brought to the living room to keep busy with while hanging out.

“You’re protesting a lack of affection?” He asked, finally, pushing his glasses up his beak with one long finger while watching you. When you nod eagerly, he sets the little project aside, turning to face you more directly.

“Are you wanting me to kiss you?” He asks, tone a little playful, golden eyes dancing down your features to land on your lips for just a moment. When you pout and nod again, he chuckles, rocking up on his knees to shuffle into your space.

The first touch is testing, a mere press of lips, before you huff loudly and his break crinkles in amusement. His head tips to the side, hands coming up to frame your jaw and hold you in place while he kisses you deeply.

You sigh into his mouth, and he pulls back, glasses fogged up and soft, dorky smile breaking out across his face. “Better?”

“I was hoping for more than one kiss.” You told him, tapping your feet along his calves. He hummed at that, his smile solidifying into something a little more mischievous. “You were lamenting not being kissed, you never specified how many kisses.”

He waited until you were sputtering mad from that point before he kissed you again, the little snort of his laugh almost lost between the press of your mouths.

#i absolutely love this oh my god #weak in the knees #leo you fucking bitch #also raphael #like.#someone has to write something about him and choking / breathe play asap

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writinandcrying · 24 days

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Do you guys ever think about the fact that the tmnt turtles fav comic would probably be X-men?

That they would finally feel seen, heard, to have someone understand how others treats them the way they look, the way they simply are

“If someone wrote this, it’s because they know what’s like to be judged, there are good people who will accept us, right?” Mikey thinks out loud hopefully

But Leo and Raph cannot be so optimistic as their little brother, they can only focus on how once they were the ones that once starved in the sewers back then, that had to deal with screaming fits and profanities if they decided to look for food on top side, how they wished to play at the playground near the layer, to visit central park for once during daylight and feel the sun, to listen ti the birds, to have friends, to truly exist.

How lucky they were for master Splinter, how he didn’t abandon them.

They wish someone once saw them as “little boys, But no one did. No human did.

Leo has to step back into reading those comics, that alone drove him and his brothers away further. It’s already hard enough to see how humans treat “outsiders” within themselves. Racism, xenophobia, homophobia transphobia, ableism. If humans can’t accept their own kind, how and why would they ever accept them?

Donnie doesn’t outright say it, but he shares the same kind of thoughts as his older brother, he doesn’t indulge this passion for a while either, he already has enough crisis to deal with his own, an existential one due to s simple comic isn’t on his agenda

Raph on the other hand, consumes like his life depends on it

For the first time, someone understands it. For the first time. He can cry it out for the life he wasn’t blessed to have. For the first time, someone revenged his and his brothers kind. The rage some characters felt It fueled something he was scared of, there was days he wanted justice, he wanted for humans to feel what he feels

He’s scared of those feelings, with X-men, he can let go of it for a while

Mikey HATES panels like those tho lmao, he hates embracing this “gloomy side” of being a mutant, of realizing that some mutants are just. Mutants. No one was meant to be chained at their families basement, no one was meant to be abandoned by their parents and left in the cold

Do you know what kind of panels he likes?

The ones that shows how kind mutants can be

How they can help out, how generous, gentle, and sweet mutants are, the ones that show how they are truly like

He knows some people out there would accept him,accept them. He can feel it. he just have to look real close, and who knows, maybe they will be able to ride at the coolest skateboard park near by! Or try out those gelato stores near the Brooklyn subway, or finally try a croissant, a fresh bagel! or or- Play freesbie with someone’s dog that took a liking in him at the park, brunches at soho, thrift shopping, going to concerts, just… existing at time square, finally having a midnight kiss as the ball drops in New Year’s Eve

No more screams, only smiles when someone meets his eyes

Who knows, right?

Also not to call Mikey out or anything but

all Xmen are hot send tweet

#anyways I think about this a lot #at the end only Raph and Mikey read X-men comics #both cry in their rooms about it #tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt headcannons #2003 tmnt #tmnt 2007 #bayverse tmnt #tmnt imagine #tmnt x reader #giulia writes #x men comics #tmnt comics #x men mutants #random Headcanon #I saw this tweet about X-men and ‘ordinary mutants’ and I couldn’t help myself #I mean she hulk can be considered X-men #??? not sure but anyways SHE is one of Mikey’s celebrity crush lol

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writinandcrying · 26 days

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These are the vibes the first meeting with Big Mama gave off lmao

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writinandcrying · 29 days

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So a free tool called GLAZE has been developed that allows artists to cloak their artwork so it can't be mimicked by AI art tools.

AI art bros are big mad about it.

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writinandcrying · 29 days

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writinandcrying · 1 month

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This was perfect BRBGFDKDKTJKSKS

Omg . OH. My god

everything was perfect!!!! I literally gasped with Donnie like. THE TENSION after the nose kiss…. Absolute perfection.

How Raph would be extra handsy instead of actually proclaiming with words his feelings

Leo being meticulous about a perfect nickname !! Him slowly diving in… being so careful yet intense like HSBFBFJSK

how Mikey would just have to get mushy to get reader to FINALLY realize that yea, he actually mean more than just teasing / playfully flirting like BROOOO

You. 🫵

You freaking GET IT !!

pass your brain over right now, Please I need to live inside it, I can pay rent !!!

(Also no worries with “taking time” this was literally so so so so perfect and worth the while, thank you for taking in my request!)

I'M BACK BABY

@writinandcrying you have been waiting. so patiently. forever. thank you so much. hopefully this does your request justice

Leonardo

The leader in blue is taken aback when his first tentative foray into flirting with you is met with a never-before-seen blush. You have always been so forward and confident that he expected more of the same when someone flirted with you. He has to pull back and reassess his flirting strategy.

He quickly finds that he is charmed by it. Finally, a way to get under your skin and make sure that you notice him over everyone else. He also quickly becomes protective over your flusteredness, he doesn’t want to embarrass you too much. (He doesn’t want to share this side of you with anyone else.) So his flirting with you tends to be small moments in private.

Leo spends a lot of time coming up with a nickname that is perfect. Not just anything will do, it has to be tailored to you and to your relationship with him. He knows he’s found the right one when he calls you by it and you hide your face in your hands and start stuttering. He never calls you anything else in private, and you get bashful every time he does. His favorite thing is the shiver it produces when he comes up and gives you a hug while whispering the nickname in your ear.

He ramps up the flirting slowly, pleased when you seem to acclimate a little to his advances. He takes his time, enjoying the process. So it comes as a surprise to him when he finally kisses you and you are surprised. He spent so long making his intentions clear, how could you not understand? This is followed by his first lesson on communication in a relationship.

Once everything is ironed out and the two of you are official, Leo is again surprised when you immediately start flirting back. You are always surprising him. (He never liked surprises, before. Now they add light to his life. You add light.) The two of you are annoying, according to his brothers, with the way you snipe at each other with smirks on your faces. He finds that he likes flirty you just as well as bashful you. Of course, if he does miss your bashful side all he has to do is wrap his arms around you and whisper that nickname in your ear. Never fails.

Raphael

The first time Raph flirts with you is a complete accident. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud. The two of you stare at each other wide eyed for a moment before you bury your face in your hands and he starts stuttering. He doesn’t know how to fix this. Donnie walks in, sees this, and immediately turns around and walks back out. It’s a mess of stutters and blushes and carefully not looking at each other, but you manage to get across that it’s okay, you even liked it.

Raph thinks about that. He thinks about it a lot. You liked it? Does that mean that he has a shot? He thinks about the look on your face before you covered it and decides that he needs to try. So the next time he sees you, he very carefully, very deliberately, drops a line. When your jaw drops and you blush brightly, he feels a satisfaction not unlike when he meets a particularly difficult weightlifting goal. He likes that. He likes it a lot.

Now that Raph knows that you’re into it he gains a lot of confidence. Maybe a little too much confidence. He naturally gravitates towards more physical forms of flirting. He is always quick to do things that show off his strength in your presence. (He is always quick to do that anyway, but more so if you’re there.) If you need some furniture moved, he will be offended if you ask anyone else. You have never been picked up so much in your life. You have never been touched so much in your life.

Every touch sends a little electric shock through you, and it’s overwhelming. Eventually you can’t take what you think is teasing anymore, and you ask him to cool it a bit. Raph is taken aback. He had been so wrapped up in feeling wanted that he hadn’t realized what was happening. “S-Sorry doll, didn’t mean to upset ya. I just like ya so much I got too excited. Won’t happen again.” Hold on. Freeze frame, rewind. He likes you back? That much? Well, that changes things.

The bear hug you receive when you tell him you want a relationship (stuttering the whole way through) settles something in your soul. Now it’s time for the tables to turn. The next time he touches you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, you nuzzle into his hand. His eyes widen and it’s his turn to blush. Every time you reciprocate his touches, he gets flustered. When you initiate a touch? He loses it a little. You’re honestly a little disappointed when he starts to adjust to the reciprocation. However, the smoldering looks and slow smirks that replace his bashfulness are well worth it.

Donatello

He’s a genius, so why can’t he figure out how to approach you? You’re so fun and confident, you make him nervous. But Donnie has never let nerves stop him before, and he’s not going to start now. He does make poor Leo suffer through a lot of practice first. It’s worth it, though, when he does make his move and he gets to witness the soft blush that infuses your face before you hide it behind your hands.

What a fascinating reaction! He wasn’t expecting that. Ever the scientist, he starts to experiment. He figures out what makes you hide your face, what makes you stutter, what makes you have to leave the room and scream into a pillow. He figures it out and he uses it ruthlessly to his advantage. He might lose himself a little in the experiment (and enjoying your reactions) and forget why this whole thing started.

When he refocuses himself, though, he has a comprehensive idea of what affects you the most and how best to get through your defenses to your heart. Once this turtle knows what he wants and how to get it, you don’t stand a chance. It’s precision strike after precision strike. He tends to keep it more private so as not to embarrass you too much, but if the mood strikes him (or you’re just too cute for him to handle), he’ll smirk at you just right from across the room and send you spiraling. Sometimes, in private, he’ll pry your hands away from your face so he can see your pretty face. The tease.

It’s during one such moment when he decides that it’s time to take the next step. Carefully pulling your hands away from your face, he leans in to kiss your nose. (Eyes widen and snap to him, he notes internally as he pulls away a bit. Blush deepens.) Then he kisses you properly. (Oh… static. That’s an interesting reaction from himself. He makes a note to examine that later, when he’s not… distracted…) He is pleased when you begin to kiss him back.

After, when the two of you have discussed what comes next, he admits a little bashfully to the experiment. He’s not expecting you to grin at him. “Well, turnabout’s fair play, right?” It’s your turn to figure out what makes him blush. Unfortunately there’s not much, but that doesn’t stop you. Looking up at him from underneath your eyelashes? He’ll need to clear his throat. Being territorial about being the only one allowed in his space? It’ll lead to him ducking his head and rubbing his neck. The only way you’ve discovered to pull a blush from him, though, is to sit in his lap while he’s working.

Michelangelo

Mikey has, of course, been flirting with you from the very beginning. This means that when he wants to get serious about pursuing you, he’s not sure how to differentiate between his play flirting and actual flirting. Fortunately for him, you give him the clue he needs without him having to try anything… adventurous. Normally you take his play flirting in stride, even flirting back. But one time he gets a little sappy, a little lost in his feelings, and he lets his fondness for you show on his face. The second he sees your reaction, the way you can’t respond and immediately avert your eyes, he knows what he needs to do.

He is absolutely ecstatic that he gets reactions like this out of you. And all he has to do is let you see how he feels? Maybe brush his fingers against your arm as his eyes get impossibly warm? You hide your face with a groan and he grins. He didn’t think it was possible to love you any more than he already did, but this new side of you is proving him wrong. Mikey goes a little crazy with the power and looks to pull that bashful expression from you whenever and wherever he can. He’s a little obnoxious about it honestly.

While he’s not afraid to drop a smoldering look or a fond smile in front of his brothers to see your blush, he prefers to save some things for private. Like how the way he tugs on your sleeves brings a shy smile to your face. Or the wide eyed surprise when he picks you up and twirls you around. (You can’t hide your face because you’re using your hands to hold onto him. That is definitely on purpose.) Or the little giggle he gets when he says something over the top ridiculous. Those are his favorite reactions, and he wants them to be witnessed by him alone.

Eventually he breaks. He’s enjoyed the ‘will they won’t they’ stage, but he’s ready for the ‘they will’ part to start. So he asks you out. It’s second nature at this point to let his love show on his face, and you are overwhelmed. All you can do is nod. Mikey is overjoyed and picks you up and spins around like he has so many times before, but this time your reaction is laughter. And oh, he likes that too. When he puts you down, he doesn’t let go this time. He knocks your foreheads together, the personification of sunshine. The joyous smile on your own face takes his breath away.

Once you and Mikey start dating, both of you are walking on sunshine! The honeymoon phase is nauseatingly sweet, much to the disgust of his brothers. You can often be found staring into each other’s eyes, basking in the other’s affection. Mikey is not used to having someone match his energy like this. The fact that you meet him touch for touch, look for look, affection for affection? It means everything to him. Sometimes words and looks aren’t enough to express that, and he has to wrap you up in the biggest hug he can manage. It heals a hole in his soul that he didn’t even realize he had.

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#i absolutely love this oh my god #wonderful as usual #thank you angel #fave #save #fav #read later #bashful reader #i eat it up every time #my goodness gracious you ARE a lucky charm

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writinandcrying · 1 month

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Tattoo Worship

Bayverse turtles x reader NSFW head canons concerning the tattoos I added to them.

Set in 2023 for turtles are 24-25

Leo

Sometimes when it’s just the two of you existing, little moments in between commitments and obligations, you will idly throw out poetry about Leo’s ink. Not anything big, not even anything considered good by most standards, but when you compare the flow of water and dancing petals laid out over his scales to the constant ebb and flow of your love for him, he’ll never fail to get this bashful, boyish smile on his face. The turtle with the biggest way with words will fall silent and pliant in your tiny hands.

The true beauty of his tattoo however, comes out during training. The fluid lines accentuate how his body moves, how each group of muscles work in tandem. He’d be a lying little shit if he said it didn’t give him an ego boost to catch you watching him while he’s working on his katas, eyes glued to the flexing lines before following their flow to his arm or further down his leg.

When it’s just the two of you he’ll let you touch it, let you skate your fingertips along the different colors. He might get a bit ticklish around the flower over the finer scales where his plastron meets his inner hip, but he’ll allow a few ticklish touches in order to feel the bliss of your touch on him. If you want to explore the larger flowers underneath his pant line however, he might get a little handsy in return.

Blue likes it when you use your tongue to trace his tattoo. The swirling lines of water in between flowers acts like a maze or a raceway, except the last thing he wants you to do is race to the finish line. If you want to start over he’s not likely to offer any sort of resistance unless you’re purposefully teasing him.

When your hands grab at his hips and ass he likes to imagine the pretty picture of your nails digging into the flowers along his left side, holding him closer. It reminds him to be careful, to not accidentally pinch your fingers underneath the ridge of his shell. He’d rather you grab his ass than his carapace but he knows it’s better leverage for you both to clutch onto the latter

He doesn’t really care if you want to call his tattoo pretty, so long as you look like you mean it. After years of different villains and Jones referring to him as the ‘pretty boy turtle’ he’s learned not to roll his eyes too much. When you gesture at, or press a hand to his hip, and tell him that you think his tattoo is pretty you’ll get either a crooked little grin if the two of you are going steady or a tilted head and a considering look if he’s not too sure you’re being genuine.

Donnie

You don’t often get to see Donnie’s tattoos. In fact, when you first meet him, he wouldn’t be surprised at all if you thought the tribal turtle on his shoulder was the only one he had. It’s not until you’re dating that you’ll see this dorkasauros rex in a relaxed enough environment to notice the blocky lines of his tattoo peeking out from a low rise pair of lounge pants. It’s not that he’s self conscious about them, he’s just usually is wearing his cargo pants or an added apron when he’s out in the garage and his tattoos are low enough on his hips and thighs to not be noticed.

However, the first time your fingers press into the lines his mind might short circuit just a little bit. For some reason Donnie’s nerves are just a little more sensitive, or maybe it’s just he’s a little bit of a baby when it comes to needles, but his tattoo hurt for a while after he finally got Raph to agree to help him ink himself. Now, though, the feeling of your fingertips, your palm, feels good in a way his mind can’t quite comprehend although he tries to. He’ll clutch your hands and hold them still against his hips, mind trying to catalog the sensation while he’s grinning like an idiot. It might take several tries of calling his name and drumming your trapped fingers before he lets you go.

Donnie likes it when you touch his tattoo, in any way he can get, though hard scratches make him wince. Soft touches and tracing the lines and the frill of the flowers on his quads will get you quivering muscles and shaky words if he’s trying to explain something to you while you’re doing it. Absolutely will go wild if you press kisses to his flowers.

Loves to look down while he’s entangled with you to see the harsher colors of his scales and ink peeking through the spaces where your limbs twine with his. If you’re between his legs and you grab onto his tattoo he might just squeak and pull his head and hunch his shoulders into his shell, but only because he’s blushing and he doesn’t want this to end too soon

If you call him or his tattoo pretty this tall turtle will blush and probably fumble whatever is in his hands. Especially if it’s your first time seeing his full tattoo, he might just trip and fall over while trying to untangle his feet. If you keep telling him though, he will eventually believe you, he just won’t understand how you think that’s possible.

Raph

Big Red’s tattoos are hard to miss, even if he’s dressed for patrol. His full sleeves spill out onto his traps and over his collar bones, coiling around his plastron like they’d continue if his scales existed underneath the hard keratin. He’s intimidating, and he knows the tattoos only add to it. He’s not afraid of using it to his advantage and has had more than one person admire them over the years of working with the police force.

It might take you a few hours to map out the expanse of his tattoos with kisses or even with your hands, there’s a lot of intricate details and hidden meanings in the symbols he chose, but if you ask nicely enough he’ll tell you what each one means, especially if he’s sweet on you and you’re stroking softly over the lines along his muscles. When you find the spots that have scars over the lines, he’ll switch to giving you vague answers on how he got them, not wanting to worry you over something that you can’t change. His tattoos are a sense of pride for him, a part of his story, a sign that he’s able to weather pain and tolerate hours underneath a needle.

If you catch him when he’s just done from a work out though, tired and achy but still high off the hit of adrenaline, his muscles will twitch underneath your touch, lines dancing as his nerves react to the stimuli. It’s these moments where running a tongue across his biceps will get a hiss and a look of heat, a quick warning of ‘you better be sure, baby’ before he takes you up on your silent offer and kisses you dizzy.

Raph loves it when you sink your nails into his arms, likes it when you miss his carapace and claw over his shoulders. He knows your little human hands can’t hurt his ink, and even if you did manage to leave a mark he’d wear it with pride, the little filthy gremlin that he is. Expect lots of churring if you scratch over his arms and maybe even a rumbled insistences of “harder, baby, that spot itches bad”

He likes to watch you in secret when you start ogling him. He might give himself away though by smirking when he sees your eyes widen as you map out the width of him or if your gaze trails along his tattoos. If you’re going steady he’s eventually going to call you out for it, go looking for some sugar to make up for ‘undressin’ me with your eyes’ as he usually puts it

If you call his tattoos pretty he might take offense if the two of you haven’t known each other long. If you’re together however, you’ll get either a) a bashful turtle rubbing the back of his neck and blushing or b) mr. bedroom eyes determined to show you how his tattoos are actually not ‘pretty’ thank you very much they are ‘sexy’ and he’s willing to spend any amount of time needed to convince you of the matter. You will never be able to tell which one you’ll get until you give the compliment.

Mikey

Mikey keeps his sleeve covered during patrols but that’s mostly because it’s so bright and colorful even he admits it could potentially give away their position. At home in the lair though, he usually takes his compression sleeves off, so it’s not unusual to see his tattoo early into meeting him. If you ask him about it however, he’ll simply point at a marigold and tell you he likes flowers, smiling and acting like he doesn’t understand that you mean the snarling dragon flashing through the orange flowers. He’s not above showing off and popping his biceps just to watch your face when the flowers double in size however.

If he’s sweet on you though, and you take the time to really get to know him, he’ll let you trace the petals and the scales across his arm, and maybe he’ll tell you why he was the first of his brothers’ to dabble in colorful ink and symbolism. He likes it when you touch him softly, when you hang onto him or press your cheek against the curve of his shoulder. If you press a kiss to the dragon’s snout he might tap his own lips and ask where his kiss is.

Mikey likes seeing his limbs tangled up with yours, likes seeing the contrast of your skin against his, whether it’s his green scales or his colorful tattoo. If you grab at his shoulders or biceps to hold steady it will drive him wild, but he’ll also give you a shit eating grin because he knows you can’t keep your hands off him but also ‘really, sunshine, if you want a piece of the Mikester all you gotta do is ask, baby, there’s no need to be shy-‘ cue whatever brother is nearest him to try slapping him upside the head

The one time he will let you explore to your heart’s content however, is in bed or the shower. This turtle is the one with the most, shall we say, frivolous bedtime routine, and if he can convince you to scrub his scales or rub lotion onto his arms he’s all game. He’s not picky on floral smells, so if you want to try out some girlie products on him he’s game. When he’s loose and liquid from the lovin and pampering, that’s your chance to take your time and learn all the little muscles along Mikey’s tat and discover just how ticklish he is when you touch the shaded dots that curl up underneath his arm.

If you call Angelo’s tattoo pretty, and take the time to make sure he knows you mean it, get ready to be swept up in a full bodied hug and maybe even swung in a circle. He’ll ask if you’ve ever considered getting one of your own, hey maybe the two of you can match, maybe you’ll even let him design it for you-

#as a tattoo artist: I freaking love you oh my god #now I wanna draw them lol #this is so perfect

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