#bayverse michaelangelo

[chadobi]

Babes, it’s my 20th birthday today!! 🥳💗 Sooo as a lil treat for y’all, I’m doing a mini marathon!! Say hello to the first story of the day, get ready for a tiny spam 😭 Anyway ily all sm!!

You’re More Human

TMNT Bayverse – Michelangelo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mild language, injury mention, emotional vulnerability, fluff

New York never truly slept, but tonight it felt quieter. Calmer. The buzz of traffic far above was reduced to the occasional hum, muffled by layers of concrete, steel, and sewer grates.

You walked through the tunnels with dirt on your jeans and dried blood caking your shirt. It wasn’t yours, but it didn’t matter. The fight was over. The city was safe. For now.

Your boots splashed through shallow water as you followed close behind the turtles, your fingers twitching at your sides. You weren’t sure if it was from the cold, or from the adrenaline that hadn’t quite settled yet.

Leonardo walked ahead, silent and focused as always. Donatello was checking a crack in his tech-glasses, mumbling to himself. Raphael muttered curses under his breath every time his injured leg dragged. But Michelangelo… he lagged behind.

With him, silence felt unnatural.

You glanced back. His nunchucks were strapped to his side. His mask hung loosely around his neck. His shoulders were lower than usual not just from exhaustion. Something was off.

He caught you looking. Tried to smile.

It didn’t reach his eyes.

The lair was dim when you arrived. Donnie immediately headed for his workstation, muttering something about recalibrating sensors. Raph went to the dojo without a word, limping but refusing help. Leo disappeared into the shadows like he always did.

That left you and Mikey.

He dropped heavily onto the beat-up couch, breathing hard. You hovered by the doorway, unsure. You’d been in the lair before, many times but never when things felt like this.

Quiet.

Heavy.

Not even the TV was on.

“Hey,” you said gently. “You okay?”

He looked up at you, and for a second, he was just Mikey - your Mikey - goofy, sweet, and full of warmth.

Then he broke eye contact and exhaled, slow and low.

“I’m good, Angelcakes,” he said. “Just… tired.”

You weren’t convinced.

You walked over and sat beside him. The couch creaked under your combined weight, but neither of you cared.

He leaned back and stared at the ceiling. The silence stretched.

“I hate when people scream,” he said suddenly. His voice was quiet. Unsteady. “Even if it’s not me they’re scared of… I still hear it. Feel it.”

You turned to face him.

He wasn’t looking at you.

“Tonight,” he continued, “we saved a whole family from those Kraang freaks. Got ’em out just in time. But the mom…she screamed when she saw me. Shielded her kid like I was the threat. Like I was worse than the damn aliens.”

You swallowed, hard.

“She was just scared,” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he muttered, finally glancing at you. “Of me.”

The pain in his voice hit you in the chest. You wanted to say something , anything but words felt useless. So instead, you reached out and touched his hand.

It was warm. Rough. Strong.

And trembling slightly.

He looked down at your hand, then up at you.

“Why don’t you ever flinch?” he asked.

“What?”

“When you look at me. You don’t flinch. You don’t stare. You don’t… hesitate.”

You met his eyes. “Because I see you.”

His expression cracked. Something unspoken passed between you, something deeper than any joke or flirtation you’d shared before. Something real.

“You know,” you said softly, “you’re more human than most people I know.”

Mikey froze.

It hung in the air like a revelation. Like a secret you’d just exposed.

Then, without warning, he stood up and paced to the far end of the room. He ran a hand down his face.

“Don’t say stuff like that,” he said, his voice thick.

“Why not?”

“Because I’ll believe you.”

You rose slowly. “Good. You should.”

He turned to you, shoulders tense. His eyesusually full of fire and laughter, were glassy. Broken.

“I’m a six-foot-tall mutant turtle,” he said, gesturing at himself. “People run from me in the daylight. I eat pizza off sewer grates. I sleep underground. I’ve never had a normal life. I never will.”

You crossed the room. “You think humanity is about where you live? What you look like?”

He stared at you, lips pressed tight.

You reached out and placed your hand on his plastron, right over his heart.

“Humans love. They feel. They fight for what matters. They laugh even when it hurts. That’s what makes us human, Mikey. And you? You’ve got more of that than most people I’ve ever met.”

He inhaled shakily. Then, slowly, so very slowly, he wrapped his arms around you.

You melted into his chest, feeling the tension in his body. He held you like he was afraid you’d vanish. Like you were something precious.

“I didn’t mean to lose it,” he whispered. “I just… I try so hard to be the light. The happy one. I want people to see me and smile. Not scream.”

“You’re allowed to break sometimes,” you murmured against his skin. “Even the sun has to set.”

He chuckled wetly. “That was poetic as hell.”

You smiled. “Maybe I’ve been hanging out with you too much.”

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. “Not possible.”

For a moment, everything was still.

Then he leaned in and kissed you.

Soft. Hesitant. Like a question.

You answered him with your lips.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“You mean it?” he whispered.

“Every word.”

“More human than most, huh?”

You nodded. “And more mine than anyone else’s.”

He grinned, a real grin, this timecand lifted you off the ground in one swift lotion.

You squealed, laughing as he spun you in a slow circle.

“Mikey!”

“Sorry, can’t help it! You’re my favorite person and you just called me human! I might combust!”

He set you down, holding you by the waist.

“Don’t combust,” you said, smiling up at him. “I kind of like having you around.”

He winked. “I’m not going anywhere, angelcakes.”

And for the first time all night, he looked… light again.

Still bruised. Still tired.

But light.

Later, the others drifted in and out of the room, Donnie muttering something about circuits, Raph grumbling about protein shakes but no one questioned the way you and Mikey sat curled on the couch together, tangled like vines.

Your head rested on his shoulder. His fingers traced lazy circles on your back.

“I think I get it now,” he said quietly.

“What?”

“What you meant. About being human.”

You looked up at him. He met your gaze, soft and full of understanding.

“It’s not about being born one,” he said. “It’s about choosing to be one. Choosing to feel. To care. Even when it hurts.”

You nodded. “Exactly.”

He kissed the top of your head and exhaled deeply.

“Then yeah… I’ll take being human. As long as I’ve got you.”

You closed your eyes and held him tighter.

“You always will.”

[citruswriter]

Yandere Bayverse Turtles x Receptive Darling

Listen in with me! ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

Warnings: Yandere, dark themes, obsession, unhealthy relationship.

A/N: Gonna give the turtles with different kinds of receptive darlings so be prepared for that. Mlem.

Leonardo x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Violence, blood, degrading, mentions of carving into Reader's flesh, begging, mentions of marking.

You feed into his ego so badly. Like it's gone so far that you wouldn't even be able to THINK about leaving at this point.

You lived by yourself in New York City. You were "strong & independent". But when Leo came in and started manipulating you to be his damsel in distress, you welcomed the advances.

Of course, you're not dumb. You knew exactly what he was doing. You could tell he was manipulating you, that he was utterly obsessed. But it felt so nice to have somebody fawn over you. To have somebody want to pamper you and do everything for you.

You'd take any chance you could to just pout or cry and fling yourself into his arms. You could tell it did wonders for his ego. The victorious grin, the glimmer in his eye.

Oh and he thought he was so slick too. He didn't realize what you were doing until one day he overheard you and April talking in the kitchen.

"(Y/N), you need to get out while you still can. Leo's utterly obsessed with you! You're so clueless but he's manipulating you." She said in a worried, hushed tone. He wasn't expecting your response.

"Oh I know full and well what he's doing." You replied with a giggle.

April stood gawking at you. "If you know then why don't you leave? You still have a chance to escape!" She said, trying desperately to reason with you.

"And why would I do that? You said it yourself, he's utterly obsessed with me! Try finding a man like that these days." You shot back, rolling your eyes.

"That's not what I mean and you know that. He treats you like this porcelain doll. He wants you to be his little... damsel in distress or something. Fully reliant on him". As much as April loved Leo, even she could see how unhinged he was with you.

"April I'm not stupid. I know exactly what he's doing. I'm letting him do it. It's so nice to be able to just turn off my brain and be his little fragile doll". You said with a little sigh and April shook her head.

"For fucks sake. You're just as obsessed as he is! You're both deranged!" She exclaimed before leaving.

"So you love turning your brain off around me, hm?" He'd question, startling you. You'd bite your lip and bat your eyelashes up at him. "Yea, and?"

The two of you become inseparable after that day. He demands you quit your job and move in and you do just that.

Everytime somebody tries to "save" you, you run and hide behind your lover, shouting about how they know nothing and that they're just jealous.

Since you're so compliant, he let's you wander around in the real world (but only at night) while he follows from a distance.

Heaven forbid somebody flirt with you.

It's not that they have to worry about Leo. Oh no they need to worry about you.

You love seeing Leo get angry and jealous. You're such a manipulative little shit.

You'll lead the poor lad on before coming back home and pouting, telling Leo that some guy tried to take you away from him. That it was so terrifying and you really thought that you were in danger.

Leo will come home, coated in blood, and all you'll do is giggle and kiss him.

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When he confronted you in the kitchen after your conversation with April, he had to restrain himself from taking you in the kitchen right then and there.

"You're a little minx, aren't you?" He growled out and you just brushed the palms of your hands over his plastron. "Not at all. I just enjoy being spoiled by you".

He took you to his room, slinging you over his shoulder, and fucked you til you were cockdumb.

You kept begging him to mark you, so everybody could know you were his. If you hadn't inflated his ego before, you certainly were now.

You love him fucking you after he's killed somebody for you. Seeing him come home all splattered in blood just gets you all hot n bothered.

Leo finds it amusing. He thinks it's so cute that his darling gets all horny from it. He can smell your arousal almost immediately as you eye him up and down.

You love just randomly straddling him and making out with him while you grind against him. Bonus points if he places his hands on your thighs.

He knows your body inside and out and you love it. Sometimes you'll be a brat on purpose just so he can remind you of that fact.

You also love it when he gets jealous. You might get your outside privileges revoked for a bit but you love flirting with other people just so he'll drag you back home and fuck you all night.

He'll make sure you remember who you belong to. He knows exactly what you're doing. Knows you did it on purpose just to piss him off.

He'll bully you and degrade you as he fucks you numb. "Such a slut aren't you? Could've just asked me to fuck you but you wanna be a whore instead. What do you think you're doing flirting with other men? You're mine, darling. Mine. I'll carve my name onto your skin if I have to. But you'd probably enjoy that, wouldn't you? You're such a slut for me".

Can and will make you scream his name until your throat goes hoarse.

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

Raphael x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, forced voyeurism, breeding, creampie, marking.

You love making him chase you. Cat and mouse is one of your favorite games apparently.

Raph isn't exactly one to manipulate. He's one to demand. You're his. No this is not up for debate.

The two of you were close buddies for months, courtesy of being April's roommate.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't been crushing on him but you didn't exactly expect him to kidnap you.

So when you woke up in his bedroom all chained up with Raph stroking your hair, you were more than surprised.

You yelped in shock and tried to push him away in a panic. "Raphael what the actual fuck?! Couldn't you just ask me out like a normal fucking person?"

"No. I couldn't risk you rejecting me. You're mine. We clear?" He'd growl back, trying to assert dominance and intimidate you.

He's shocked when you pull a bobby pin out of your hair and start picking the locks of your chains free. "I would have said yes, fucking idiot". You'd reply with a roll of your eyes.

You guess living rent free isn't too bad. But eventually you get bored. You love Raph but gosh. There's nothing to do!

So you make a run for it. Raph's pissed, of course. How could you do this to him? Couldn't you just accept that you were his?

You managed to escape him for a solid three days, where he finds you in some random guy's apartment.

Raph wasted no time busting the door in and beating the living shit out of the other guy that no doubt touched his darling.

"Finally! Took you long enough. I was starting to think you didn't actually love me." You said with a pout, arms crossed.

Raph isn't taken off guard easily but here you were, doing exactly that to him.

"Wait... I thought you tried to escape?" He questioned, tone somewhere in between annoyed and confused.

"I didn't try. I did escape. Temporarily. But I wanted you to find me. Come on, the lair is so boring sometimes. I just decided to spice things up a little. I knew exactly what I was doing. I left a trail on purpose." You'd smirk over at him before demanding he pick you up like the spoiled brat you are.

Eventually he'd just chuckle and kiss you. "So you want to dance with danger, huh darling?" He'd question.

"Only if it's with you." You'd all but purr back.

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He'd fuck you in that apartment right then and there, he doesn't care if the guy he just beat is still alive and watching.

He loves it too. Every time you get bored and decide it's time for him to chase you, he'd fuck you in front of whichever poor fellow had fallen victim to your games this time.

"Bet you wish you could fuck them half as good, huh? Hate to break to you pal, but you'll never be able to fill them up like I can".

And as if to prove his point, he'd make you describe how good it felt. Poor lad would just sit there, crying and upset as you just babbled out how great he felt.

How full you were, how big he was, how great your body felt in that moment as you all but begged him to breed you and claim you as his all over again.

Angry sex is something you have a lot too. You're such a little shit. You love pissing him off just so he'll tie or chain you up and fuck you till your leaking with his cum.

Beg him to mark you and he'll be over the moon. Bite marks, scratches, bruises, all of them. If he wasn't obsessed beforehand, he is now.

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

Donatello x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Stalking, violence, blood, forced voyeurism, marking, begging, orgasm denial, somnophilia, Reader gets roofied, creampie, breeding, pregnancy mention.

Donatello is a master at manipulation.

Unfortunately for him, so are you.

Donnie denies his obsession for you at first. But as he finds himself stalking you more, putting tiny cameras in your apartment, putting a tracking device on you without your knowledge, the more he starts to realize that he's absolutely obsessed with you.

The first time he tries to manipulate or gaslight you you just turn your head to him in shock and confusion before laughing at him.

"Oh Donnie! Please! Don't think I don't realize what you're doing." You'd muse, making him curse internally.

"I don't know what you're talking about, (Y/N)." He'd say casually with a shrug of his shoulders. But he'd watch you as a mischievous smirk would crawl it's way onto your face.

"Oh you wanna play that game, huh? Alright. I'll humor you". You'd purr out.

The next several times Donnie would attempt to manipulate or gaslight you, you'd gently call it out. But that wasn't all. Oh no. You started doing it back.

It became almost like a game between the two of you to see who could successfully manipulate the other one first.

Unfortunately for you though, as patient as Donnie is, his patience isn't infinite. Especially after you make the fatal mistake of getting a partner.

You come to his lab the next day and he cages you against one of his tables, towering over you in a way that made your heart race.

"Enough of the games. You're mine, understand?". He'll growl out and you give that mischievous smirk once more.

"No I don't think I do. See, you took too long Donatello. Your loss. Sorry". You were doing this on purpose, he'd realize. You wanted him to lose control. You wanted him to go feral, to make those threats.

He'd chuckle and grab your chin, jerking your head up to look at him. "Oh you're cute if you think I'll take no for an answer, darling". He'll reply with, causing you to bite your lip and give him innocent doe eyes.

"Leave them or I'll kill them in front of you". He demanded and you just gave a sadistic giggle. "Promise?"

Poor guy didn't see the light of day ever again.

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True to his word, he didn't take no for an answer. When you went home, he snuck into your apartment.

You put on a real show. Really you did. You flirted with your partner, kissing their cheek and letting them feel you up.

They went to kiss you on the mouth but Donnie ripped them away from you, picking them up by the throat and tossing them to the ground.

Your partner would find no solace in you however. They'd beg you for help but all you did was stand there giggling as Donnie beat them.

But Donnie wouldn't kill them. Oh no. He had other plans. He'd bend you over the counter and fuck you in front of your poor partner. Drilling into you from behind as your partner just laid in a pool of their own blood, sobbing from the pain.

He'd fuck you until you were almost over the edge before stopping, making you sob and beg for him to keep going. He'd grip your hips til they bruised, relishing the sound of your pleads.

"Who do you belong to, hm? Say it. Say you're mine, and I'll give you anything you want." He'd softly demand, tugging at your hair to pull your head back so he could nuzzle your neck and breath your intoxicating scent in.

"Y-You. I belong to you Donnie. Only you. I'm all yours, Donnie. Please. Please let me cum on your cock. Please Donnie I need it." You'd all but babble out, causing Donnie to chuckle condescendingly down at you.

"Good pet. You're mine". Is all he'd coo out before fucking your wet hole once more until you finally came on him, a whine being ripped from your throat as he fucked you through your orgasm until he finally came himself.

Donnie loves marking you, especially with bruises.

He also loves hearing you beg as he slings your legs over his shoulders and makes you squirm and sob in a way that only he can.

We already head canon this man as being a somnophile but it's so much worse if he's a yandere. Mans will legit roofie you just so he can fuck your unconscious body for several rounds. The only evidence upon waking up being his cum that's slick against your thighs.

If it's possible for him to get you pregnant, he absolutely will. Get you full and round with his babies. Now you can never leave him.

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

Mikey x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Bondage, begging, marking, exhibitionism, pregnancy mention, breeding.

Mikey is probably the "best" yandere to have. He's super fun loving and laid back.

Unfortunately for the world, you're a little sadist.

You two are an absolute power couple and you're just as obsessed with him as he is with you.

Ya'll both love talking shit too.

This man will literally hold you with one arm in such a way that you might as well be the angel sitting on his shoulder.

You'll lean in and whisper gossip into his ear with a sadistic smirk and he'll just smirk back at you, maybe chide you for being mean, but kiss you none the less and tell you that he loves how your mind works.

Believe it or not, you were the one that asked him out. He was ecstatic when his darling was the one to make the first move. He was even more so when it quickly became clear that you were just as crazy obsessed as he was.

The two of you are an unstoppable force and it's almost impossible to see one of you without the other being close behind.

The two of you are so clingy with each other, always touching or intertwined in some way.

You bring out a darker side to Mikey. The way your twisted mind indulges and encourages those darker yandere thoughts in him is so dangerous but so delicious.

He's also super possessive. Don't get me wrong, he'll give you your space and he knows you'll never leave him but boy oh boy does he love making it known that you're his. That there's no escaping him. That he's your forever home now.

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Another darling that loves to play cat and mouse. You love making him chase you through the sewer until he finds you and traps you.

He'll drag you back and tie you up with rope and you'll just beg him to let you go with a bite of your lip.

"Please Mikey? Please? I'm sorry. I promise I'll be good. Please baby? I'll do anything. Anything for you." He knows you'd never actually run away but chasing you and then tying you up while you beg to be let go just does something to him.

He'll fuck you long and hard after that. Marking you and demanding that you tell him who you belong to.

He's such an exhibitionist too. If he can fuck you in public, he will. In the living room under a blanket? Done. In the alleyway a little to close to where a car's headlights could illuminate the two of you? Give them a story to tell their friends.

Another one that would absolutely get you pregnant if he could. He enjoys the thought of seeing you waddling around with a full pregnant baby after he worked so hard breeding you.

Like the little shit you are, you love fucking around and finding out. And by that I mean you allow others to flirt with you all the time.

A man comes up to you and says you're sexy? Oh you'll let him prattle his head off all the while your eyes will slink over to where you know Mikey is and smirk.

Mikey, hidden away from all but you, will run his tongue over his teeth and chuckle at your antics.

And when you get home? This man his stuffing you full and bullying your cervix.

"You're such a slut. You know that? If you wanted my attention, you coulda just asked instead of letting that man eye fuck you." He'll degrade you but you're such a brat

"But there's no fun in thaaaaaat." You'd whine out with a pout, crying out as he'd angle your hips to abuse that spongy spot within your velvet walls.

"You're so fucking needy. So fucking thirsty for me. Fuck, I love it so much. Love you so much".

*aggressive giggling* I enjoyed writing this way too much. Might extend them into their own full on one-shots. Maybe not Leo's though... I'm so fucking bad at writing Leo. *sobs*

[moxfirefly]

Ok. I wanna ask something. It’s ok you don’t have to answer this but I wanna ask how would the Turtles be like when they are in season? Like way before their s/o came into the picture? Like their emotions and how to handle it? You can make it SFW or NSFW or both.

We love mating season in this house. This is a fun one anon thanks! So undercut cause goes without saying.

Explicit

Leo

He knows how to manage it the best during the beginning.

Get messy towards the middle.

For Leo the best way to deal with pesky spring fever is simply to overtrain and overwork his body.

Out of sight out of mind mentally.

His nose gets easily irritable with all the scents he can pick up now that go beyond his usual. So he’ll burn more incense, he’ll light more candles (softer scents that calm him)

His gaze strays. Leo knows how to keep his eyes on check whenever he sees a beautiful individual, he’s very aware that making it obvious isn’t always fun.

But man, is he fucking staring now. Notices all the intricate details about April that makes her so very beautiful. Notices how pretty the lady that works at the deli where they patrol often is, saw a guy so breathtaking he had to stop and take a second. It’s all rather annoying and it exacerbates him.

MEDITATES MORE™️

More on the angry jerk off side of the spectrum.

Raph

Oh boy is he just more stand off-ish than normal. Quicker to pick fights and really will fight if pushed.

Raph needs to blow of steam on a normal basis, while in his season? Sheesh are the Foot getting extra bones broken.

Over exercises to compensate the territorial nature that boils within him.

A lot of impure thoughts about April.

He feels awful about it too which further being the cycle full circle.

Angry, fight, fantasize, rinse, repeat.

Tries to get out of the Lair more. Sneaks out or the cold fresh air to center him.

People watches. His mind will wander. Up until now Raph believes he won’t ever have a chance with someone, so this part isn’t his favorite.

Yearns baby, this one yearns and aches.

Mikey

So. Much. More. Extra. Energy.

Much more scatter brained than usual.

Head full. Many thought.

Mikey likes to burn off his energy by skating. He’ll concentrate on tricks and enjoys the speed of zooming around on his board.

Tbh Mikey sticks to what works. Skateboarding and masturbating.

Could get rather territorial, a bit prone to picking fights. Surprisingly scary when mad.

While Mike doesn’t like being alone in general, really needs the solitude during this time.

If he flirts with April on a normal Tuesday evening, how’d you think he’s gonna be now?

Over all handles the season fairly well.

Donnie

Probably the best to handle the season out of his brothers.

Naturally because Donnie prefers to nest during this period. He naturally prefers the solitude so during this time it’s the best excuse to not have everyone on his case about it.

EATS.

The man gets pretty famished and eats more that he normally does.

Skins feels a little on fire, just about anything sets him off. Whether the instinct to fight or his need for release.

Don’s pretty creative when it comes to getting off, but man does he breakout some fun things to pass the time.

Tries to distract himself with his work.

Not proud of it but if Aprils around, he’ll smell her a lot. She’s got a comforting scent but it also kinda gets him going which doesn’t help.

[missexiled]

I’ve always thought about them as these giant guys but Megan Fox is just short?? I’m 5’ 10”. I’m taller than MIKEY

I might get back into the fandom bc holy fuck

Yes

TMNT Bayverse Heights

OKAY YOU CRAZY PEOPLES, LET’S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS.

So recently I’ve been thinking alot about the Bayverse boys heights, as I have seen many lovely TMNT blogs try and debunk (great job you lovely babes, I’m proud of you and accept your labeled heights). ANYWHORE *claps* lets get into this.

Anytime I happen to stumble upon and stub my toe on some of the very detailed Height HC’s about the boys, each picture that is used for reference is always a picture where the turtles are not standing in a line. So in my opinion (which isn’t always needed, lets be honest) I believe it makes it that much harder to tell how tall they really are.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not asking for a lineup to get their mugshots done, I’m just wondering if there would be a simpler way to tell their hei-

Oh…

Wait a minute…

I think there is…?

Boom

The line up scene at the end of TMNT Out of the Shadows is the perfect moment to properly capture the heights of our beloved terrapin boys. So don’t mind if I do and dive down the rabbit hole.

So first what I want to bring up is Laura Linneys height. Her height is going to play a key role in helping us determine just how tall the boys are. So in all actuality she stands at an average 5'7" tall. Let’s start comparing, shall we?

I know I know, I’m going off the charts by starting with Mikey first. But I’m here to tell you that there is a method to my madness. With Mikey being the shortest, I figured he would be a good starting point in determining heights when being compared to a human. And ever since the movies came out, I’ve always known that he never surpassed 6ft like his older brothers, because he really is the baby. Anywhore, as seen above I made a wonderful line going from Laura’s head to Mikeys. And would you look at that, they’re pretty much the same height. Let’s carry on shall we?

Next we’re gonna compare Donnie’s height to Laura’s. In this picture Donnie is most definitely slouching, but we still get the idea that he’s a jolly green giant right?

With the line added to the photo, and it going over both Raphael and Leonardo’s heads, it gives us a visual on how tall they are.

I got lazy the app i used kept crashing and didn’t make a height thingy for Leo or Raph. So I hope y'all don’t mind me just writing my thoughts out.

Looking at the line going from Donnie’s head and then over Raphs, we can determine that they are very close in height and that Raphael is the second tallest of the bayverse turtles. I’d say our hot head in red is about 6'6".

Now Leo on the otherhand, has a significant drop not like mikeys compared to Donnie. So after going through some measurements and staring at this photo for like a good 20 minutes, I have come to the conclusion that Leo is about 6'4" in height.

Leo: 6'4"

Raph: 6'6"

Donnie: 6'8"

Mikey: 5'7"-ish

Disclaimer: everything said here is just my opinion and what I thought. Dont be butthurt…that’s not fun.

[dontlookatmytmntcollection]

Skin and Scales Headcanons

Due to the mutation, the turtles are now immune to acne. However, they are stuck with other skin stuff...

Additional S/O!Reader Headcanons because the world sucks rn and I needed it

I invite discourse! Nothing solid here, I just like to think about it. I am NOT a biology expert

- His epidermis is a mutated genetic mix of skin and scales

- Different areas on his body have thicker patches of scales

- Which is also different for each turtle

- Some of them have thick scales on the back of their neck, the others don't. Some have scales on their scalp, others done. Leo has a very smooth head of skin, and the other brothers have scales on their cheeks and scalp.

- The thicker the scales, the less sensation they feel there.

- He is very bald. Super bald. No hair whatsoever anywhere. Bald representation

-He sweats, like a normal guy. His immune system is really good at fighting infections, so no acne. But he has no hair follicles. He doesn't get goosbumps

- He sheds, but less now that he's older. About once a year

- They try to stay in the water during a shedding week. It helps speed up the process and fights the ichyness

- The shedding isn't just happening to his scales; his skin sheds just like the rest of his body.

- He sheds in pieces. He hates how flakey it is and tries to clean himself and the lair as much as possible.

- Peeling off shed that's not ready doesn't HURT but it doesn't work either. It won't come off smoothly or in bigger chunks, and trying to peel stuff too early prolongs itchiness.

- He tries not to pick at it.

- Shedding SCUTES can hurt once in a while.

- Scute sheds from his carapace are very thick, and unless its left alone long enough to separate from his shell, it can stick out awkwardly and catch painfully on stuff, or rip off too soon and leave a little bit of bleeding. Like ripping off a nail with skin still attached to it.

- Scute sheds itch like crazy

- Espeically around injured/healing areas. Like Raph's broken shell, or under where Donnie usually keeps his backpack on.

- He tries really hard to scrub his body to expholiate, especially off his face and head. He doesn't like to see it

- Expholiating is important. Buildup of unshed scales can cause injury and infection.

- He dosen't start to build a daily facial routine until he's older. Men be like that 🙄

- They can bruise, but the color is just a really dark dark green, almost black. Unless it's around a paler colored spot, like his eyes or mouth. Then it looks more purple.

- The parts were they have skin are the most sensitive and vulnerable

- They all have sensitive skin around their eyes and lips

- Their palms are covered in skin, but because they are always working and training that skin is very rough and calloused.

-They do NOT have finger prints

-He has stretch marks. Around his arm-pits, sides and thighs. They are pale stripes between stretched scales or skin. It's so cute

Reader Headcanons

- You will always, ALWAYS have the imprint of his scales on your body if you're not careful

- He's an extremely textured guy. It's almost more dangerous than the GIANT hickies he gives you.

- If you enjoy grooming your turtle, you will have a HAYDAY during Shed week

-Peeling off his scales is SOO satisfying

- And he is so shiny and colorful underneath

- After his shed is when you can see his stripes and spots the best. They all still have them, just in different spots

-And his scute sheds are big and thick enough that its kinda tempting to keep one

-especially since the Scute sheds carry a faint imprint of his shell patterns

-He'll hate it though omg

-He'll be like no >:( that's gross. Throw it away

- You managed to steal a real pretty one that made you think of him, and he walked into your room one day to saw it framed on the wall and he looked at you like this:

-you will NOT see faint patterns of his tattoos on his shed. The ink is too deep in the dermis layer. It's his epidermis that is always shedding.

-he only allows you picking and scrubbing his scales like this because it gets your hands on him

-he does love the attention.

-he can always fall asleep if he's already in a warm bath and your gently scrubbing his back or face

-he HATES the shedding. He hates it. Always has. Always will. It's inhuman and they are worried about what you think of it and of him

-sometimes if he's at your place and its shedding week he can get skin flakes all over the place and he gets embarrassed

-so exfoliating and grooming is a MUST

Hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to add your own thoughts.

[drexee]

And finally, Mikey!!!

Bayverse!Mikey x gn!Reader

Warnings: fluff, spelling maybe?

Raph | Leo | Donnie

Mikey Sleep HCs

Michelangelo used to have a twin bed, actually! It really didn’t bother him! He would just face plant into the mattress and knock out

fun fact: that was the same bed he’d had since he was little! Yes, the bunk.

But it wasn’t until you came along that he thought maaaaaybe he should get a bigger bed😭

He’s rolled off the side one too many times when you slept in the same bed together 🥲

Now he has a queen sized bed! Very plush, you sink right in

He has a comfortable and large blanket, it’s tattered at the edges but, “It’s well loved! It adds character ;)”

Mikey has a LOT of pillows on his bed. And one (1) body pillow he did not nab from Donnie’s room

Also has clothes on his bed, clothes he’s been meaning to fold and put away, but he just… never got around to it

Honestly, when you first walked in, you didn’t even know he had a bed

But it’s there, trust

He’ll knock some off and boom! A bed!

He. Snores. LOUD.

like, hONK shooo HOONNK mimimimi 😪

If it weren’t for those thick cement walls, you’d be able to hear him clear across the lair!

But it mellows out the deeper he goes into sleep

Now, about the sleeping positions

He has no favorite!

if you’re in bed with him, he’s happy 🥹

Sometimes Michelangelo will have you wrapped up in his arms, other times he’ll be laying on his back (propped with a few pillows) and have you up against his side

It depends on how he’s feeling that night

But you always wake up with at least one of his limbs draped over you

If it’s been a long day, he’ll lay his head on your chest and listen to your heart beat

It gives him a chance to rest his eyes and his very busy brain for a bit, allowing himself to just focus on you and clear out everything else

Your fingers would draw lazy circles on the back of his head, and across his neck, over his carapace, down his shoulders and lightly scratch his jaw

Maybe even kiss his forehead too?

He’s Swooning, oh my god

He loves it

Mikey will be chirping and churring so much he’s practically vibrating

He’d also be drawing pictures with his hands over your skin, tracing your shape and committing it to his memory

He’d see the goosebumps that follow his fingers and he would go back and trace over them, slower

Mikey loves loves LOVES your voice, so he’ll ask you to talk to him while he’s cuddled up with you

Pillow talk is a big thing for him, from various topics to deep conversations to cracked out stories that have you both gasping and dying with laughter

And honestly the raw emotions that come out in the dead of night? When it’s just you and him bundled up together sharing every random thought that comes to mind until one of you drifts to sleep?

That’s what he lives for

It’s intimate in a way that nothing else could ever replicate

In the mornings, he will lay onto top of you

Like, he will CRUSH you. Lovingly. 😌

He wants to be close to you!! And soak up all your sunshine!!!

and he’s not above peppering every inch of you with as many kisses as he can

You have to literally shove him off of you to get him to stop😭

Even then, Mikey will grab your arm (or whatever you used you get him away) and start kissing that

And once you’re properly awake, he’ll have you two head over to the kitchen to have some breakfast together

Voila!! That’s all four! Sorry these took a bit! I have like, a full time job and I’m in school, and honestly only get these ideas when I’m right about to fall asleep 😭

Anyways! Hope you enjoyed! Til next time!

[redsrooftopprincess]

hey so how do you think the bayverse boys would deal with a s/o where they stress bake or cook when they’re upset. The boys experience this for first time. Coming over and s/o has made too much food and is a 5 star chef, not cuz they were taught how to cook. They’ve just done this a lot for years that now they’re just good at it. “I forgot what I was upset about… there’s too much here. Wanna help me eat it all?”

As someone who used to have a stress baking problem I 1000% relate to this. 😅

Sweets

Gn reader x Individual Turtles

No warnings, just marshmallow fluff

It's been a rough week, one thing after another, and today you hit your limit. You don't even remember what did it, but whatever it was was the last straw, and when you get home, you go straight to the kitchen.

Eventually, it's pushing 3am and you look around you in desperation as you've finally run out of counter space.

Shit.

A sound behind you catches your attention...

Leo

"Uh-huh..." He says, looking around him in disbelief as you squeak and spin around. This was something he had not expected from you.

You fidget nervously, Leonardo values self restraint, especially in the face of heightened emotions. You were really hoping he wouldn't find out about this particular quirk.

"So... baking." He says, thoughtfully.

"Yeah..." You reply.

"Special occasion...?" He asks hesitantly, his eyes turning to you. He doesn't show it, but inside he's panicking that he's forgotten something. There's been some elevated gang activity lately, and they've been pulling double patrols. Fuck. He *swore* he'd never let you come second, how could he forget... whatever... today is? What the hell kind of boyfriend is he???

You shrug, trying to appear cool, but more embarrassed toward the end, "Bad week. I just kind of wanted to feel like I was in control of something... it may have gotten out of hand."

A crisp cool wash of relief floods his nervous system. He didn't let you down, and this he understands, the need to feel in control. He looks around at the sweet laden counters once more.

"How are you feeling now?"

"Better, mostly..." you admit, sheepishly.

He nods, looking down at you with that boyish smile, "Then baking seems to have worked." He gestures you with a hand towards the counter with a smirk, "Shall we sample the fruits of your frustration?"

You grin and his hand rests at the small of your back as he leads you to the closest counter. You laugh, sip wine, and sample pastries until morning, sending your boyfriend home just before sunrise with a large box of treats for the family.

Raph

"Wow," you hear from behind you, and you cringe before turning around. He's leaning against the door frame and surveying the warzone that's become of your kitchen.

His eyes finally land on you with a raised brow, "Something got you worked up, Sweetheart?"

Your face burns, "Just a shitty week," you say, embarassed.

He nods, looking around once more before pushing off off the door frame and striding over to you. He slips one hand around your waist and takes yours with the other, giving it a gentle squeeze. He looks down at you with a soft smile, "Feeling better?"

You shrug, trying to hide your smile "Yeah I guess,"

His eyes narrow and his smile becomes a smirk before he dips his head and attacks your neck, kissing and nuzzling, leaving you gasping and giggling.

"How 'bout now?" He asks, when he finally pulls back with a grin.

You nod, laughing, resting your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head.

"Good." He says, giving you one last squeeze before walking over to the cabinets to retrieve plates, and snatching a toothpick out of a pan au chocolat.

You send him home later with a sampling of each confection for everyone. They don't make it there.

Donnie

"New hyperfixation?" He asks, curiously as you squeak and spin around. He's standing there with his arms crossed over his chest looking around, impressed.

You shrug, "Stress."

He nods.

He walks over to you, kissing you on the forehead, "And now?"

You look around at the chaos, "Overwhelmed," you laugh uncomfortably.

A smirk turns his lip and you swear you see his eyes sparkle, "Does that mean... you might need help disposing of them?"

You grin and nod, relieved, "Yes, please."

He kisses you sweetly on the mouth before squeezing you once and releasing you.

He spends a few minutes separating out some treats that the others might like and packaging them up for later, and the remainder of the evening trying to ignore how good you smell covered in frosting. He fails.

He doesn't make it home.

Mikey

"Holy Shit, babe," you spin and see the love of your life standing behind you. Big blue eyes wide, he looks around the kitchen as you fidget in place.

He laughs gently at the chaos, "You know, I already think your perfect, you don't have to keep proving me right."

You're face grows hot as he walks up to you and kisses you sweetly before pulling back with a gentle look of concern, always hyper aware of your emotions, "You okay, Angel?"

"Yeah," you say, laughing lightly, "I don't even remember why I was upset anymore."

He beams down at you, "That's great! And now we have dessert!" He cups your cheeks in his hand, squishes them, and kisses you one more time, "How about I go boot up the PlayStation and we eat ourselves into a sugar coma till morning?"

You beam back up at him, pecking him on lips, "Now you're proving *me* right."

There are no leftovers.

......

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[milykins]

The Turtle's Song

Hello everyone, I'm sorry I haven't been as active on here lately, but I finally have something to post.

I'm working off of this prompt from the lovely @thelaundrybitch

The turtles have, and continually practice a "Turtle Song." Their mate(s) or potential mate(s) is the only human that can hear/ reacts to said song. That's how they know the person is "The One."

This is my take on that prompt with Mikey of course and how his song leads him to the one he's meant to be with. I put a bit of a fairytale twist on it too. This one-shot is from the perspective of a female reader.

TW: Mention of mistreatment toward the reader and one instance of physical abuse towards the reader.

Special thanks to @adebauchedsloth for giving it a once-over!

Please continue reading under the cut and let me know if you enjoy reading it. Thank you!

For most of his life, Mikey had been humming a song, a tune unique only to him and the person he was meant to be with. That perfect person he could only dream about having. It was a legend, an ancient tale he’d beg his father to regale him with at bedtime. The Turtle’s Song. He didn’t know whether it was real or not, but he’d wanted so badly to believe it was. The human princess falls in love with a turtle creature because, out of every suitor, none could identify her song except for him.

Michelangelo had always been a romantic at heart, and for a long time, he believed that the perfect person was waiting for him somewhere. He waited, hopeful she’d come along, but as the years went by and he got older, the idea of true love started to fade, and a harsh reality threatened to take hold. Maybe it was just a childish fantasy—something only found in fairy tales. No, he refused to lose hope! He couldn’t allow himself to fall into that dark pit of despair; he refused to.

Mikey was thirty years young, according to him anyway. For the most part, his life was good. He and his brothers had continued with their sheltered lives, but their presence as the protectors of New York was no longer a big secret. Mikey was a popular video game streamer and had a sizable online following. He didn’t bother hiding his face because what was the point? There were no longer any dangerous threats to worry about. He and his brothers had saved the city multiple times and taken jobs from Chief Vincent on a regular basis. Humans, for the most part, had accepted him and his brothers. The only thing left to do was to leave the sewers and live among them as proper citizens of New York.

Mikey knew his mate was out there. He could feel it! One day, she'd hear his song and come shining into his life like a beacon of hope. He tried to imagine how she would look. Beautiful, of course, no matter what she looked like, with eyes that shone with kindness and hair like silk. Somehow, he knew she was a woman—sweet and lovely, with soft curves and rosy cheeks. He probably spent an unhealthy amount of time thinking about this mystery girl, but who could blame him?! His brothers had already all found their mates, and he wanted it to be his turn.

One day, when hope was almost lost, he heard it. The song. He didn't realize it then, but his mate was stuck, trapped in a loveless marriage to another man.

-----

You didn't think things could get much worse. Your witch of a mother-in-law, yet again, had taken time out of her day to remind you what a useless and incompetent wife you were, and your husband had been acting as cold as ever. You'd cry if you hadn't grown numb to this type of treatment long ago. If you weren't financially dependent on him and in need of a place to live, you'd have left a long time ago.

It was clear you were both miserable, yet every time you brought up the topic of divorce, he refused and warned that you would be homeless if you left him. So, you stayed, enduring the cruel treatment for years like some housebound Cinderella character, since it was your responsibility to keep the house in order. 

You had been married for several years, and though you tried, it seemed you were unable to have children with him. Labelled barren and useless by your mother-in-law and husband, you’d all but slipped into depression, feeling broken and deserving of the contempt directed toward you.

There were two things that brought you comfort in your darkest moments. First, there was tending to the rooftop garden at the top of your apartment building, and second, a soft, familiar melody that you hummed as you went to sleep. You’d been humming it since before you could talk. On those nights, you had a recurring dream. It was always the same. You could never make out his face, but he was familiar, kind, and more than willing to take you away from all of this. You felt the outpouring of love and affection, so pure and beautiful it made you want to weep.

You couldn't shake the feeling that this was who you were meant to be with, and lamented the fact that he wasn't real. Such things didn't exist in real life, after all. No Prince Charming was coming to save you, and the sooner you accepted that, the sooner you would save yourself from any further heartbreak.

Still, you craved those dreams. Your only escape from reality was a pair of baby-blue eyes and the words, 'You are my mate.'

It seemed hopeless, as if things would never get any better, so you had to suck it up and keep it together as best as you could. Still, the dreams of your saviour kept that flicker of hope alive. You started hiding money from your husband, squirrelling it away in a metal tin to buy your freedom. You hummed the song while you worked, the melody bringing you comfort and helping you stay positive. You were careful not to let it show around your husband or his mother, in case they suspected anything.

One day, you were leaving, and nothing was going to stop you.

-----

On particularly lonely nights, Mikey often took to the rooftops for some peace, taking time for himself to think and reflect. It was one of those days when everything felt like too much. It seemed as though his brothers were being extra affectionate with their mates. Their actions, though not deliberate, only served to stir up unpleasant feelings of jealousy within him. He had to get out of there.

Moving swiftly into the night, Mikey decided to explore a little. For once, he allowed his instincts to guide him, jumping across rooftops and taking in the sights and sounds of the city as he went. He couldn’t explain it, but it felt like there was somewhere he needed to be right now.

His actions brought him to a charming little rooftop garden. Clearly, someone had invested time and effort into maintaining it, as the plants and flowers appeared lush and healthy.

His heart nearly leapt out of his chest when he saw her, and his song stirred deep within his soul. The moment was cathartic, and he instantly knew she was the one. Staying hidden in the shadows, he watched her tend the garden, humming to herself as she deftly snipped dead flowerheads and watered the plants that needed it.

Feeling his heart swell even more, Mikey’s eyes filled with tears as he was completely overwhelmed by emotion. She was humming the song, his song, like a siren in the night. After all this time, he’d finally found her, and she was just as beautiful as he’d always imagined.

Everything inside him was screaming to make his presence known, yet he remained frozen in hiding. How was he supposed to approach her without scaring her? He’d imagined this moment a hundred thousand times in his head, but nothing compared to actually experiencing it. 

He was almost ready to throw caution to the wind when he saw something that made his heart sink. She had moved close enough that he could see a wedding band on her left hand. His face crumpled with sadness when he realized she was taken. Someone had found her before he did, and from her demeanour, he could only assume she was happy.

He left quickly, crushed with the weight of his discovery. She wasn’t his, she’d never be his, and he would never experience the kind of relationship his brothers shared. Fated to be alone forever. He ran, tears streaming down his face until he could no longer see where he was going. He sobbed, clutching his chest with each heaving breath.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but she was meant for him, wasn’t she? He’d expected her to be wary at first, but ultimately come to her own realization that this was right. That they were meant to be together.

Another terrible thought crossed his mind. What if she had children? There was no way. Even if he had announced his presence, he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to tear the family apart. As much as it hurt, he’d just have to accept that this was never going to turn out the way he thought it would. 

He hated the idea of heading home, feeling like a failure and a loser, the only one of his brothers who would remain alone forever. The last shred of hope had been torn away from him the moment he realized he’d never have her.

For the next few days, he kept to himself, staying in his room and only coming out to eat or use the washroom. All attempts to speak with him were met with one-word answers or silence. Everyone was becoming quite concerned, but none more than their father, who was determined to get to the bottom of it. 

On one of Mikey’s trips to the kitchen and back, the old rat thumped his walking stick on the floor to catch his youngest son’s attention.

“You will join me for a cup of tea.” It was a simple request, yet one his son could not easily refuse. He could see his resolve was hanging by a thread and longed to ease his troubles, whatever they may be.

Hesitantly, Mikey followed, his footsteps heavy, as if even his small trip to his father’s room took more effort than necessary. He watched as his father lowered himself neatly onto his cushion and gestured for him to do the same.

“Kneel before me, my son.” Mikey did as he was told, still reluctant to speak as Splinter gently placed a small cup of tea into his hands. “Tell me what is troubling you. What has happened?”

Mikey knew that if he were to explain everything, he would break down completely. He sipped his tea and resolved to keep it together, instead directing his anger and frustration at the one person who could and would handle it.

“You lied.”

“To what are you referring to?” Was his father’s calm reply.

“You told us…” His voice was shaking a little. “That we would find our…” His hand clenched around the cup as he swallowed thickly. “The one who could hear our song…”

“Ah, your song? I assure you, I did not bend the truth in any way.” He sipped, ready for his son’s next outburst of emotion.

“YES, YOU DID!” Mikey slammed the cup down, causing the small wooden table to shake slightly from the force. “It’s never gonna happen for me! There must’ve been some mistake, some kind of fucking mixup because she’s…!”

Still remaining calm as ever, Splinter began to piece things together. Everything was about to be explained. “You have found her, haven’t you?”

Mikey’s lip trembled as he slowly nodded, furiously wiping at his eyes. “I was stupid to think it could happen for me…” His father patiently waited for him to explain, placing his aged hand upon his.

Speaking barely above a whisper, Mikey looked down at his knees. “She’s… she’s married… I saw the ring…”

Though his heart went out to his son, Splinter knew there had to be more to this. “Oh, my son, I can imagine the pain you must have felt, but I must remind you, fate makes no mistake. You must dig deeper if she is truly the one.”

I can’t...” he mumbled. “I’m not a homewrecker…” There was no holding back the tears that came streaming down his cheeks. His heart was broken, caught in a vice-like grip of despair. He angrily wiped at them until his father gave his hand a gentle squeeze. 

“Michelangelo, do not be so quick to mourn. You assume it to be a happy marriage, yet she, and she alone, is the only one who can hear your song. There are far too many unanswered questions that must be addressed. You must go back.” His words were firm with an air of finality.

His crying had stopped, his father’s words making him reflect on a few things. He was right; Mikey hadn’t stayed long enough to see the full picture. Could her marriage be a happy one? Maybe it wasn’t. In fact, it was entirely possible she married the wrong person.

Sucking in a breath, Mikey suddenly feared that maybe her husband didn’t treat her well. Maybe she was in trouble. “Dad, I..!”

“Go to her.” He sipped his tea calmly. “I sense that you are needed.”

Mikey was up and out of that room in a flash. His heart was pounding as he raced through the tunnels to the surface. Hold on, I’m coming!

This was it. You were finally getting out of there. Having gathered enough money, you packed a bag and waited for him to fall asleep before retrieving your stash. You’d placed it in a small metal box that you buried in the soil of the rooftop garden.

When you went to retrieve it, you were horrified to find that it was missing, no longer where you had carefully hidden it just days earlier. After a few frantic moments of searching, you heard mocking laughter behind you and froze.

“Looking for this?” It was your mother-in-law carefully holding the object in mind, a smug look on her face.

You felt your stomach drop as you stammered. “Th-that’s… how did you—?“ This was not good. You were screwed, and things were about to get even worse.

“I knew you were worthless, I didn’t know you were a filthy little thief, girl.” she spat. “Good luck explaining this to the police.” She was already pulling out her phone, and you were panicking.

“W-wait! I was just trying to-“

Slap!

It was your husband, having appeared behind his mother just as you were trying to prevent her from calling 911. “You steal from me? I gave you a home, food to eat, and this is how you repay me, you ungrateful bitch?!”

“I want a divorce!” You sobbed, holding your cheek. “Just let me leave!”

Mikey heard the slap and felt it reverberate through his very soul. Someone was hurting her, his mate, and in that moment, he saw red. Fuck staying hidden; she was in trouble, and he had to act now. 

Before you even had a chance to shed a tear, you heard his mother emit a blood-curdling scream and felt something rush past you with a swiftness that did not seem possible. Something resonated within you as your husband was knocked to the ground with a yelp of pain while clutching his nose. It was the song you’d been humming for years; you could feel it deep within your soul. Could it be...?

Your husband's mother was still screaming about a monster and yelling into the phone that she needed officers there now before it killed her son!

You felt absolutely no fear as you focused your gaze on the large creature? Turtle? Turtleman? Then he turned, worry and fear etched on his face, as he seemed to prepare himself for you to pull out your phone and call the police on him as well.

His eyes… bluer than the sky on a perfect summer’s day met yours, and you gasped aloud. You knew those eyes, you knew him! He’d finally come for you, and when he'd determined that you weren’t going to run from him, he quickly offered his hand to you.

“Come with me, I’m gonna get you outta here.”

You didn’t think twice. Taking his offered hand, you were swept into his arms and carried off into the night, away from the two people who had caused you so much pain, mistreated you for years, and were still faintly screaming in the distance. 

This turtleman was covering a lot of ground very quickly, but you held on tight, armed with the knowledge that you were finally safe.

Once both of you were far enough away, he gently set you on your feet and took a few steps back, feeling the need to give you some space while speaking very quickly.

“…Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to—the police were on their way, and he was hurting you and I just-“

You silenced him, holding your hand up. Now was not the time for explanations and regrets. You needed answers.

Clearing your throat, you began to hum, starting low and hesitant before increasing in volume and pitch to see how he would react.

Mikey stood rooted in place for a few seconds. Happy tears began streaming down his cheeks as he gently took your hands, his own low-pitched voice blending with yours until you both were humming and crying, overwhelmed with happiness and the joy of finally finding each other after all this time. 

“It really is you…” you smiled, managing to choke out the words.

Mikey squeezed your hands. He felt a mix of relief and inner peace as he managed to rein himself in emotionally. He needed to know why you seemed to know him already. “H-how come you weren’t scared of me?”

You did the same, taking a few deep breaths before speaking. “I dreamt about you, I knew your eyes and your voice, you told me you were going to rescue me and take me away from… him." You waited a moment before continuing, feeling the need to explain everything.

Now, Mikey was getting the full picture. Yes, you were married, but it wasn’t the happy union he thought. There were no children involved either. He listened as you spoke about how you’d been saving money for years, planning your escape, and how you’d been caught that very night. He understood you needed to keep up appearances beforehand, which meant wearing your wedding ring and acting the part of the meek little housewife. 

Said ring was most definitely absent now. You’d left it on his side table with a note.

“I’ve already got the papers in order for the divorce, I just need to—” Your final words lingered on your tongue as he tugged you close against his chest, wrapping his warm, muscular arms around you. The way he held you made you feel as if he was afraid you’d disappear on him—careful, gentle, yet reassuring.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered. “I should’ve found you sooner, I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that.” He spoke with such regret that it made you want to cry all over again. “I promise, no one is ever going to hurt you again.”

In theory, this was crazy. You’d only just met him and didn’t even know his name! Yet, it all felt right. Being in his arms felt so natural. You’d never experienced a feeling this with anyone before, and somehow, you knew he was being honest with you.

“What’s your name?” The words were whispered against his chest as you tilted your head to look up at him.

“Michelangelo, but call me Mikey… heck, you can call me whatever you want. What’s yours?”

You giggled, telling him your name in return before asking another question. “What is this? How did I know your song without ever meeting you?”

Now it was Mikey’s turn to speak, and he started from the beginning, weaving together the classic origin story of him and his brothers along with the old legend. “My brothers have already found their mates… I was the last one.” He finished quietly.

Oh, your heart just about broke hearing that. He’d been searching for you all this time.

“Hey… better late than never, right?” This was your attempt to lighten the mood, and it worked. He smiled and squeezed you a little tighter before letting go slightly.

“Um, I know this is a lot to take in, but is it okay if I take you home with me? I won’t send you back to them, but if you’re not ready, we could find a hotel for you or something.”

It was very sweet of him to be so considerate of your feelings and you took a moment to think over your options. You knew your now ex-husband would have told the police that a ‘monster’ punched him in the face and that his wife tried to steal his money, but you hadn’t actually taken any of it. You doubted he had a case anyway and found the idea of separating yourself from your hero to be quite unpleasant indeed.

“I’ll go home with you.”

The way his face lit up, you’d think he had just been told he won a million dollars. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into. It was all so fantastical and unbelievable, yet he was right here, standing before you like the lead character in a romance novel.

You thought he might kiss you to complete that little fantasy, but he shyly backed away from it and offered to carry you again instead.

Things moved quickly after that. Mikey took you into his home, a cozy underground lair where he and his brothers took refuge with their father and partners.

He narrowly evaded getting an earful from his older brother in blue as he stepped aside, letting you come into view. You shyly waved with a small “hello.”

He was warmly congratulated by everyone, as each member of the clan came out to greet you. They were so pleased and relieved that he had found you. Although the situation was complicated, you were assured that everything would be taken care of. It felt like another one of your dreams, how they all welcomed you so effortlessly. You’ve never seen this level of kindness and acceptance before.

His purple-banded brother, who was something of a tech genius, immediately began sorting out the situation with the police. It turned out that Mikey and his brothers had a partnership with the NYPD and thus had protection against incidents like this. No charges would be laid against you either, and your divorce would be finalized the next day. 

The brothers offered to retrieve your belongings, which you gratefully accepted. Some of your heirlooms were irreplaceable, and you wanted your clothing returned.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Mikey sensed that you were tired and guided you to his room to rest. You both still felt a little shy, especially when you borrowed one of his T-shirts to sleep in. He politely turned around to give you privacy to change.

Though you were tired, when the two of you lay in his bed facing each other, you found yourself full of questions. What did he like to do? His favourite foods? You wanted to know everything about him, and he was more than happy to explain.

He accepted you fully and completely, even after you told him you feared you couldn't have children. Mikey was quick to reassure you that there was no rush and it was likely that your ex was the problem, not you.

In the early hours of the morning, you had slipped into his arms again, feeling sleepy and content, with a sense of peace you had never experienced before.

“Mikey…? I want…”

He knew and carefully placed his hand on the back of your head. A gentle press of your lips to his, and he was gone, lost in the feeling of you. The song within you both ringing true in your hearts.

If you didn’t believe in fate before, you certainly do now. It was truly like a dream come true, and if you were Cinderella in this situation, then Mikey was Prince Charming, the perfect fit for you, just like the glass slipper.

The End

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[yuki2sksksk]

Around 3 years ago, I wrote a crossover fic between reincarnated Kanae and TMNT 2014. It's simple and straightforward, but if I ever were to rewrite it, I probably would try to dive in more with Kanae's trauma and her sister-relationship with the turtles (missing your little butterfly girls? No worries, adopt mutant turtles instead!)

I would start with Kanae's second life parents involved with the Renaissance Project so Kanae and April knew each other. Then Kanae meets up with young turtles and they grow up together.

Why did I do this story? Just for funsies :3

(gonna link Kraang's involvement too tho)

[ferox-imagines]

Making them kiss like Barbie dolls

[hitwiththefandomz]

Hear me out…

All I’m saying is that a mix between the Mutant Mayhem turtles and the 2014 Bayverse snow car chase scene would be hilarious and beautiful

Everyone's always talking about what fandom events they want to see the MM boys experience to continue traditions. So I raise you this : asking what ridiculous previous TMNT scenarios the MM boys should experience purely because it would be hilarious to see them in it

Just imagine these little green beans rocketing cars down a mountain and shell sledding in an avalanche

LET MY BOY DONNIE FLIP A CAR!!

[citruswriter]

Prompt

"Did you really just call me —---"

I just like the idea of the boys being called the wrong name by an overtired reader

Bayverse Turtles x Eepy Reader

Listen with me! ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

A/N: THANKS POOKIE!

Leonardo x Reader 🧡

You'd been up for over 24 hours.

You were working on some damn essay and surrounded by a graveyard of red bull cans.

You were barely even awake, slowly tapping at the keys on your laptop while Leo sat on your bed reading a book.

"I think it's time for bed, dear." He said finally, getting up to take you to bed.

You whined in protest as Leo gently tugged you. "Fuck off, Mom. I need to finish this". You muttered and Leo couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh I'm mom now?" He questioned and you tilted your head back to look at him, a sleepy smile appearing. "Oh hey Leo".

Que this man laughing his ass off.

"Come to bed, blossom. You're so tired, you just called me mom". He said, picking you up bridal style.

You couldn't help but snort with laughter. "That's fucking hilarious."

You were asleep before your head even hit the pillow.

Leo took the time to pick up a little bit before crawling into bed with you

"Of all things to call me, you call me mom". He muttered as he kissed your forehead.

Trust me, you will never live this down. He's teasing you about it for years.

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

Raphael x Reader 🧡

Raph had been out on a night patrol and had left you in his room. You wanted to wait up for him, really you did. But you were just so damn tired.

So you got all comfy and cozied up into a little tiny ball before drifting off.

When Raph finally came back, he couldn't help but smile down at you

"I'm back kitten." He muttered, gently shaking you. You whined and pushed him off if you.

"Lemme aloneeeeee." You whined, not exactly fully awake. Raph raised a brow ridge at you and tried to pull the blankets back in hopes for some cuddles.

"Hunter if you don't fuck off, I'm beating your ass and then telling mom". You growled before turning over, huffing.

Raph stood there for a few seconds before chuckling and rolling you onto your back.

"Hunter?" Was all he said and you cracked your eyes open.

"Hm? Oh hey baby." You said with a sleep giggle, unraveling some to give him some blanket so he could crawl in and cuddle you.

You hummed as he drew you close against his plastron.

"So who's Hunter?" He asked and you scrunched up your face. "My older brother." You replied.

Raph laughed softly and kissed your cheek. "Go back to bed, sweetness"

And for your information, yes. I have an older brother named Hunter. Fuck you Hunter.

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

Donatello x Reader 🧡

Oh boy.

For once Donnie was trying to drag you to bed.

It had been hours and you were still researching for your latest hyperfixation. And as much as he understood and admired your passion, it was bedtime and goddammit this man wanted his fucking cuddles.

He noticed your eyes droop and he sighed, standing up to tug at you.

"Bedtime, little one". He said but you just whined, tugging your arm back. "Five more minutes, Dad."

Donnie let out a laugh. "Did you really just call me dad?" He snickered and you slowly drug your eyes over at him before giggling.

"Oh my gosh I did." You said, planting your face in your hands and laughing with him.

"You. Me. Bed. Now". He said, picking you up. "Bossy, bossy." You teased but nuzzled into him none the less.

He scoffed and laid you down. "You're way worse. Don't even." He said as he cuddled up to you, arms trapping you against him.

"G'night". You said, speech slurred from how sleepy you were. Donnie nuzzled into your neck, breathing you in and chrruing softly.

"Good night, my dove".

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

Michaelangelo x Reader 🧡

You were so tired. You had stayed up all night last night playing video games with Mikey and now it was midday and you were dead tired.

You leaned your head back onto the couch that you and Mikey had been sitting on and you could feel yourself getting drowsy.

Mikey looked over at you and nudged you. "(Y/N)?" He questioned as he notified you drifting off.

You whined and pushed his arm away. "Not now, April. Whatever earth shattering news story you have right now can wait". You complained.

Mikey couldn't help but laugh. "No way you just called me April." He called and you lifted your head to look at him and laugh yourself.

"Oh fuck. I'm so sorry, Mikey". You giggled out and Mikey smiled softly, grabbing you and placing you on his lap.

"Get comfy. You can take a nap on me." He offered and you smiled, squirming around until you were all comfy.

It didn't take long before you drifted off into slumber against him. Mikey did his best not to move too much.

And when you woke up, there was pizza and orange crush waiting for you.

Oh and you're never living this one down. Not with Mikey. Be prepared to die of embarrassment.

It's shitty, I know. But it's also super cute so I'm posting it anyways and ya'll can suffer with my cringe.

[mushroomgrenade]

Caught a fever last night, but happy TMNT 40th birthday

These are sticker sheets you can grab here!

[turtlesoup1990]

[t-annuki]

We need Leatherhead in bayverse

based on this by @inspiredwriter

[moxfirefly]

I RACED IN

Grope and morning, for our boy mikey 😫

I knew you’d deliver, so let’s get it.

A little morning fun with our fave orange boy.

Rated Explicit

Mikey always had a tendency to hold onto you when you both slept. Being pressed up against you always guaranteed him a good nights rest.

And on mornings like today it guaranteed him some early access to his favorite spots. Those biceps of his had you caged in the middle of the night but close to dawn a hand of his had found its way between your thighs. Mikey often did this to get some warmth.

Now though? As the still quiet of the dawn began to shift into morning routines of the rest of the brothers in the Lair, Mikey had awoken and awoken he’d felt a deep desire.

This wasn’t a strange occurrence for the two of you. Long ago you both had expressed this to be okay and welcomed way to start the day.

So it wasn’t odd when that hand still between your legs shifted, the gentle trek to cup your clothes crotch making your brows twitch. Mikey’s face was still buried in your hair, a gentle churr making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. The tickling stirred you but it didn’t awaken you. Mikey’s hand rubbed gently, the inviting warmth making his sleepy blue eyes blink more of the grogginess away.

The arm you had been sleeping on for most of the night had shifted several times but this time you could feel that hand find your breast. Mikey could literally cope a feel whilst asleep, at this rate it was just endearing how naturally he did it when he was asleep.

Now though? Now he gripped with a little more purpose, diligent in running the pad of a finger over your nipple. That surely got a soft moan to escape your lips, lightly stirring some more when he gently pinched.

Mikey’s lips kissed the spot between your neck and shoulder, he inhaled the scent of your skin and sighed happily. He could smell you all day, the nice mix of your perfumes and his scent, his marking.

When he pushed your underwear to the side, enough for a digit to rub gentle circles over your lips, the light moisture that had began to gather had only pushed him further into his need. The hand at your breast groped, fondled and pinched.

Your eyes fluttered open once he pushed a digit inside of you, the fullness making you moan. The slight disorientation gave way quickly to pleasure once Mikey’s soft voice praised how wet you were for him.

There was a grunt mixed in with a churr, Mikey had pressed his clothed errection against your rear.

“G—Good mornin’” was all you managed to purr out when Mikey’s soft chuckling bounced off your skin.

“Morning baby, how’d you sleep?” Mikey enunciated his question with another flick of his finger.

Your mouth opened to answer but only a moan left.

The hand at your breast squeezed a little tighter as Mikey’s mouth found your neck and sucked. The digit inside of your quickened its pace.

“Oh—fuck, can…?” You didn’t have to finish your question, his thumb was on your clit and with just enough force and movement he had you unraveling. “That’s my giiiirl.” Mikey whispered as the jitters and little aftershocks gripped his digit. When he pulled it out you could already hear it how he sucked it clean.

Mikey’s chuckle was muffled by your kiss as you pushed him onto his shell, the nest of pillows accommodating him as you climbed on top of him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, I was thinking about sleeping in today.” You sat back, hands sneaking back to help him out of his underwear.

“Who said we couldn’t?” That charming knowing smile of his looked even prettier as it broke into a gasp. You pushed yourself down on him, enjoying how even fuller it felt to have him this way. There was a curve to him that always made your knees a little extra wobbly.

Mikey’s hands landed on your wast just as your own landed on his plastron.

“So what do you say? Should we stay in bed all day?” The first sway of your hips made him moan, hands gripping your waist.

There was a yes somewhere between there, somewhere lost within you.