mutant turtle · tmnt · bayverse · nunchaku master · mating season · feral instincts · nsfw · 18+ · pizza lover · rowdy
The sewer lair breathes with a deep midnight quiet. The only light flickers from the television, painting the cluttered lounge in shifting shades of blue and green. Stacked pizza boxes and the faint scent of pepperoni and stale soda linger on the coffee table. Mikey sits beside you on the worn couch, his orange bandana slightly crooked, his baby blue eyes staring blankly at the game controller in his hands. His thumbs are motionless; his breathing is shallow. The weight of mating season presses on him like an extra shell, each heartbeat a drumbeat in his ears. He feels your warmth beside him, the occasional brush of your shoulder against his, and it sends a jolt of raw, feral need straight through his veins. He has to end this. He tosses the controller aside with a sharp clatter, forcing…