#donatello bayverse reader

[bay-did-nothing-wrong]

You guys, watch this. I'm doing a thing.

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You've never brought this up to him, but to you it was more than clear: Donnie was an ass man. The way he'd fondle, rub, squeeze and constantly have a hand on your cheeks when it was just the two of you gave it away. It wasn't always sex-driven, he just liked the, as he put it, "jiggle physics".

So, you can imagine his reaction when you showed up to the Lair, in the middle of a heat wave, in a crop top and booty shorts. The audacity.

He zeroed in on the goods the moment you said hello, but hold on. What was that written near the waist of the shorts? "For Research Purposes"? THE. AUDACITY.

The moment his brothers were mostly out of the room or with their backs turned, he made you look at him in the eyes, grabbed the back of your thighs, a hand sitting solid on your ass, and carried you towards the Lab.

"Research, huh? Let's do some research, then."

booty shorts that say "for ritual purposes" on them

[oozedninjas]

Fucking after they thought they lost you.

WARNINGS: NSFW | 18+ | thirtysomething ninja turtles | Drama? |

Leo holds you so tight it hurts. His thrusts are slow and sensual, sweet. Needy in a way that makes your heart ache. It's all soft moans, ragged breaths, and soft kisses ghosting your neck. Don't ever scare him like that again. Don't freakin' dare to leave. You belong here, warm and safe under him.

Raph kisses you as his very life hangs on your breath. Relentlessly bucking his hips, making sure to reach every sweet spot inside that pretty cunt until you're begging him to let you come. He will, so fuking good you'll be a mess when he's done with you, But first, you have to promise never to be that reckless again.

Donatello: What are the odds of a human surviving that? Little to zero, according to his calculations. Yet, here you are. And he’s learned something valuable: his heart is no longer only an internal organ. It's right here, in every breath you take, in the softness of your skin, in the beautiful way you squirm as he keeps abusing your clit. Fuck, he's never going through this again. He'll do better at keeping you safe.

Mikey: The tip of his cock kisses the softest part inside you as he keeps your legs wide open, rubbing his lower half over your clit as he moves. It feels so fucking good you don't care if you're drooling. Mikey bites your shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut as he focuses on the warmth of your walls sucking him deeper, needier—

"I'm close- "

"I know, I can feel it. Let go, angel— come for me,"

All the worries are drowned right there. You're here. You're his, you'll never be at such a risk again, it's a promise.

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

Hey , I was wondering how do you think the Bay Turtles would react to that Tik Tok trend where the gf called their bf their husband ? Like they could be at the lair and April calls reader amd reader is like " Ya I'm at my husbands place " etc.

This is the trend I'm talking about

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeypmGWK/

Very cute idea! Also Bayverse request! 😚👌💙

🐢Calling Them Your Husband🐢

💙❤️Bayverse TMNT x Reader💜🧡

Word Count: 917

CW: Gender-neutral reader, calling him your husband 🥰, fluffy as hell, not proof-read.

TikTok was an interesting platform that you enjoyed scrolling through occasionally, and it wasn’t until one day you stumbled upon the couple side of TikTok. You were planning on scrolling past until a certain one caught your attention, and it certainly got you thinking…

Later that night, you and your boyfriend were doing your nightly activities as you usually did, when you got a sudden call from April. You answered with a smile, “Hey April, what’s up?” You ask, the conversation flowing naturally until she asked where you were at. Without hesitation, you answered, “Oh! Yeah, I’m at my husband's place.” You smile, before glancing over at the turtle beside you, getting the following reaction…

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 Leo was staring rather intensely at you, feeling a flood of emotions course through him as he stared at you. He would then let out a soft chuckle, and waited until you hung up. He really liked that, oh he REALLY loved that actually, you saw him as your husband, huh?

💙 Once you hung up, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you sweetly, “So, what was that about, hm?” He mused, as you giggled a bit. “You want to get married? Why didn’t you just say so?” He smiles, and you couldn’t find it in your heart to tell him it was a TikTok, you just couldn’t, not at the time anyways. And plus, I mean the topic was on your mind after all.

💙 “Oh yeah.” You grin as you draw him into a loving kiss, “Let’s get married?” You ask, smiling at him. A chuckle escapes him and he presses his forehead against yours, “Yeah… Let’s get married.” He swiftly lifts you up, bridal style, “And let’s make it soon. I want this husband title to be more permanent.” He chuckles. (Though you would have to tell him later down the line about this because you felt a tad bit guilty, spoiler; he was confused, but he was fine with it.)

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ Raph gave you a soft chuckle, before placing a hand on your hip, “Damn right you are.” He smirked down at you. Now this, dear reader, stroked his ego, he absolutely loved it. He waits for you to finish up the call with April, lightly rubbing your skin in a loving manner as he was left with his thoughts for a moment.

❤️ Once you hung up, he kissed your head, “Husband, huh? Get that from somewhere?” He asks, and you couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yes… I did, it was a TikTok idea.” He playfully rolled his eyes, “Now you didn’t mean it?” He teased, making you panic, “Of course I did, Raph!” He let out a small laugh, “Easy, Dollface. I’m messing with you.” He would kiss your forehead, calming you down.

❤️ He was a little disappointed that it was a TikTok trend, but he does have to admit, you calling him your husband certainly felt good. Now he was rather tempted to make you a Hamato, if you catch my drift. But he’d wait, he wants it to be at the right time… For now, he’s just relentlessly bullies you (lovingly) about this for a good while.

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 Chokes, Donnie literally chokes. He was in the middle of drinking some apple juice when the phrase, ‘my husband’s’, gave him some whiplash with this one. He was choking and coughing, wiping away dripping juice as you panicked and hung up on April to help him, (RIP Donnie, died to apple juice 💀).

💜 Once you finish helping him clean up, he would finally regain his composure, his nostrils still stinging from the apple juice, he asks, “What was that about?” He wasn’t angry, not at all, just really confused about this whole thing. Husband? That’s not the right term, you guys aren’t married (yet)! You end up explaining, “Well… It was a TikTok trend and I kinda wanted to see how you’d react.” You admit.

💜 He chuckles and shakes his head at this, “A TikTok trend?” He asks, “Well, it certainly caught me off guard… But maybe don’t do that the next time I’m drinking apple juice, it isn’t pleasant in the throat nor the nose.” He warns, making you smile, “Right, sorry Don.” And you kissed his cheek, returning back to your fun nightly activities of working on his latest invention.

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 Mikey goes along with it, he’s seen this trend. He wraps his arms around your waist and leans against your shoulder, speaking closer to the phone, “Yup~ Wifeys at my place!” He grins, and now you were feeling yourself get red in the face, now a little flustered that he went along with it. It kinda made you feel a little giddy inside.

🧡 Once hanging up, Mikey was giving you a smug smirk, “Tried to pull that one on me? Well I’m two steps ahead of you, angelcakes!” He grins as he’d kiss your cheek, making you groan, “Damn it, Mikey. I was hoping you’d be a little more on the surprised side, but alas, you know TikTok better than I do.” Making him laugh and nuzzle against your neck.

🧡 He placed sweet kisses along your neck, “Nah, that just takes the fun out of it.” He grins widely, pulling away to look into your eyes, “Plus, I’ve always wanted to call you wifey.” He smirked again when he saw you blush a little harder, making you sigh, “Fine fine! You win.” You groan, hugging him around the shoulders, as he laughed softly and nuzzled your cheek lovingly.

[girl-loves-nerds]

Sleepy heads

[chadobi]

Baby Fever and Tech Support

Bayverse Donatello x Fem!Reader

i have a fucking baby fever rn 😭

You weren’t planning on falling in love with a baby today.

But the moment your cousin handed you her newborn — tiny, soft, and swaddled in a blanket with little ducks — it hit you like a freight train of hormones and hope.

His little fingers curled around yours. His eyes blinked open for half a second before fluttering shut again, face scrunching in a yawn so adorable it could melt concrete.

You were done for.

Totally and completely done for.

By the time you got home, your brain was already somewhere in fantasy land. A fantasy land that, unfortunately, involved a big soft turtle in purple goggles and your shared hypothetical future.

You collapsed onto your couch with a sigh, heart still aching from the cuteness.

The window slid open fifteen minutes later, and Donnie poked his head in.

“You texted me four crying emojis, one baby bottle, and a duck,” he said, climbing in. “So either you’re extremely sleep-deprived or emotionally compromised.”

“I met my cousin’s baby today,” you said dreamily.

Donnie blinked. “Ah. So… emotionally compromised.”

You reached into your pocket and showed him a photo. It was blurry, sure, but the little bundle was clearly sleeping on your chest.

“He’s so soft, Don. He made this squeaky noise when he yawned. And he smelled like baby lotion and fresh blankets and literal joy—”

You stopped.

Because Donnie had the face. The processing-too-many-variables-and-also-mildly-panicking face.

You softened, patting the spot next to you. “Relax, genius. I’m not saying I’m ready to pop one out tomorrow.”

He hesitated, then slowly sat beside you. “Okay. Good. Because biologically, I’m not sure how that would even—wait. That came out wrong.”

You laughed, nudging his arm. “It’s not about the logistics, Don. I just… I guess I got hit with a little baby fever. That’s all.”

He tilted his head. “Like… a temporary hormonal longing for nurturing and offspring prompted by exposure to an infant?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Exactly. And leave it to you to make it sound like a science project.”

He adjusted his glasses with a sheepish grin. “Sorry. Coping mechanism.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, your voice a little softer now. “I just didn’t expect to feel it so hard, you know? Seeing him so tiny… made me think about the future. Our future.”

Donnie went very still.

You felt it — the tension in his frame, the inhale he held a beat too long. But then, instead of pulling away, he slowly wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“I think about it too,” he admitted quietly.

You blinked. “You do?”

He nodded. “I mean… I don’t exactly know what it would look like. But I know it includes you. That much is clear.”

Your heart squeezed.

“And yeah,” he continued, now fidgeting with the edge of your throw blanket. “The idea of tiny, squishy… half-you people running around kind of fries my brain a little. But also? It doesn’t scare me as much as it used to. Not with you.”

You smiled into his shoulder, tears pricking your eyes. “You’d be a great dad, you know.”

He gave a soft, breathy laugh. “I’d be a paranoid, overly-researched, baby-monitor-hacking, formula-analyzing wreck.”

“Exactly,” you said. “And perfect.”

You both sat in silence for a moment, your head tucked under his chin, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your arm.

“…How small was his hand?” Donnie asked suddenly.

You held up your pinky finger. “Like, this small. Maybe smaller.”

He blinked, amazed. “Incredible. I could probably 3D print a baby bottle one-handed, y’know.”

You chuckled. “Oh, I know. You’d make a baby carrier with built-in UV sensors and bottle warmers.”

Donnie looked pleased with that mental image. “And a nightlight with adjustable circadian rhythm settings.”

“…And goggles that play lullabies.”

“Bluetooth-enabled.”

You laughed again, this time full-bellied, imagining a baby wearing techy purple Donatello goggles.

But then something shifted in the silence. Something warm and real.

Donnie looked down at you with a soft expression. “If you… ever want to talk seriously about it. Someday. I mean, long down the road. I’d like that.”

Your breath caught.

You turned to face him fully, your eyes searching his. “You really mean that?”

“I do.” His voice was steady now. “Whatever the future brings — as long as it includes you — I want to be ready for it.”

You leaned forward and kissed him. It was slow, deep, a little shaky from how full your chest felt.

When you pulled back, you whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied, a little breathless.

Then, with a small smirk: “Although if we do eventually have kids, I’m installing motion sensors in the nursery.”

“And I’m naming the baby,” you countered.

“Deal,” he grinned.

[ferox-imagines]

Guys…. Guys I’m so normal…

[ihaznoclue]

Imagine being sick and so you take a 'quick' nap at the lair, while the boys are out on patrol and they never realised that you slept over at the lair, then all they spot is you sleeping on the couch, cuddled up in Raph's knitted blanket and a plushie that Mikey gave you on your birthday, meanwhile Leo is making you tea when you wake up and Donnie is checking up on your heart rate just in case

-A<3

[imababblekat]

Bayverse TmnT X Touchy Reader; Hc's

@fandomcrazieshangout ,"This request is for all the boys. Reader doesn't seem to like people touching them but when it's the turtles they act almost touch starved. Turns out reader has a little adhd and they prefer the boys reptile skin over human skin. A weird request I'm sure, but it's what I want. ( I think this works fine for platonic but if you feeling you can add romance just Donnie and Raph)

~xXx~

-no one really thinks anything about it, just figuring you don't liked being touched

-then one time Mikey, being as socially loving as he is, forgets your no touch rule and sweeps you up into big ol hug

-Leo lightly scolding him reminds him that oh yeah, no touchy, and he quickly puts you down

-but instead of rubbing your arms on a surface to get rid of the feel like you do if even April were to accidentally brush against your hand, you don't do that at all

-you just shrug and go about your business and boys are like ??? can touch ???

-Donnie's the one who makes studious observations from afar and comes to the conclusion that their pebbled/scaled skin is a sort of sensory comfort to you

-he's the one to actually test his theory, letting his hands linger for a moment when you pass him a tool and watching to see if you wipe your hand or not

-once he's absolutely sure he's right in his hypothesis that you do in fact find comfort in physical contact with him and his brothers, he gives them the news, but not after relishing in your contact for a bit longer first

-this news obv makes Mikey so excited, and his brothers have to remind him to take it slow to still not scare you

-doesn't take long for Mikey to make it onto your exception list

-bro will literally hug you any chance he gets, and when you start to hug back

-oh, he's died and gone to heaven!

-Leo's a bit more cautious about it, still apprehensive about pushing any boundaries

-even when you reassure him its okay for him to touch you, he still always ask first and even apologizes if he does so by accident

-absolutely revels in the feeling of you running your hands over his skin

-Leo's def not touch starved or anything

-at least not as much as Raphael

-speaking of which; Raph lets you touch him but acts like a bit of jerk at first, pretending that he doesn't care but really he's floating on cloud nine

-you? of all people, want to touch him?!

-the first time you ask to see what his face feels like, he's very hesitant but eventually agrees

-and boy, is he glad he did because the second your soft hands cradled his cheeks and your little thumbs caress the rough skin, he about damn near melts like a puddle in your palms

~xXx~

[hotheadedhero]

*peeks in here*

*walks away to check if you do bayverse*

*return*

The bay bois getting an s/o who will occasionally will randomly be cuddling and then... *Affectionate bite* then letting go and telling them they love them.

AN: As an affectionate biter myself, I gotcha babes ;)

Affectionate Biting

Bay Turtles x Reader

Warnings: very mildly suggestive, an insomniac trying to grammar <3

Leonardo

The first time you oh-so casually bit him and smiled afterwards as if it was nothing had him going for a spin. Confused is the prominent word to describe how he was feeling at the time. The action was just so unprompted. He couldn't figure out why you felt the need to do something like that, nor how it could be seen as an act of love.

He's learnt over time that it's an unavoidable urge for you. There's nothing you can do about it. You just have to bite him for whatever reason you deem necessary. Leo is all too aware of this by now and may or may not use it to his advantage.

"For every hour we're out tonight, I'll give you a free bite. No questions asked, okay?"

These are terms you can comply with. He knows how much you miss him when he's gone, so setting up this ultimatum is an effective way of letting him go on patrol more easily.

Raphael

Being with you has involved its fair share of revelations and discoveries. There's at least a handful of things he's become savvy to whilst being with you but the random biting is one of the more bizarre ones.

Actions speak louder than words and they always mean the most to him but biting? What's up with that? Humans are weird. That's the conclusion he's come to. Even now in this very moment, you've taken a hold of his wrist whilst curled up in bed together.

"What are you, a cat or something? Quit it."

Of course, he's only joking. It's just so he can see your tongue poke out and your nose scrunch up in the cute way he likes. Even if he did seriously mean for you to stop, he doubts you would. You live by your own rules when it comes to these things. And, sure, you can bite him if you like. Just as long as you expect to get bitten back.

Donatello

It may catch him by surprise from time to time but only because you do it in the most random of situations. Whilst he's working away and you're sitting in his lap, you'll just latch onto the closest part of him you can access. He might jump if he's in the zone but it's never an issue.

Regardless of it being a problem or not, you've had your own curiosities about why you have such a primal impulse to chomp down on your boyfriend. Luckily, Donnie being as knowledgeable as ever has the answers.

"... the desire to pseudo-bite or squeeze anything we find extremely cute is actually a neurochemical reaction. 'Cute aggression' isn't motivated by vicious intent. Instead, scientists think-"

He halts on his words, blinks out of his matter-of-fact mode, and gazes down at you. All the while, you have his forearm locked between your teeth. Your attempt to smile coyly against his skin is adorable, and he smiles back before continuing his explanation.

Michelangelo

He won't ask any questions. In all honesty, he loves it. Although, there might have been a bit of a misunderstanding the first couple of times you went to take a nip at him. Let's just say he thought you were trying to get him in the mood. Can't blame a guy for assuming his lover is a little freaky in the sheets.

Having such a strong force overcome you is something he understands, though. It's like him when it comes to pulling a fast one over his brothers. You can bite him whenever you want to if that's what you feel you need to do. Even if you turned into a zombie, he'd still let you.

"And then we could be like, zombie lovers roaming the streets together."

Mikey holds his arms out, hands dangling as he playfully groans like the undead. You aren't entirely sure how the conversation developed like that but it's cute nonetheless. Hey, he's just being honest. He loves you that much.

[citruswriter]

TMNT Masterlist

Btw I write exclusively for the Bayverse & ROTTMNT turts. And a reminder that I use the citrus scale. Be sure to check my bio if you don't know what that is!

Drawing by the amazing @snackugaki!

Characters I Write For

Master Splinter 🧡

Leonardo 💛/🩷

Raphael 💛/🩷

Donatello 💛/🩷

Mikey 💛/🩷

TMNT Boyfriend Scenarios

Animalistic Reader 🧡/💚if you squint

Second Meeting/Becoming Close 🧡

Realizing They're In Love 🧡/💚if you squint

Then Finding Out You Have A Partner 🧡

Breaking Up With Your Partner 🧡

Tender Moments/Realizing You're In Love 🧡

Being Rescued From Danger 🧡

Confessing 🧡

Animal Love 🧡

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All Turtles/No Specific Pairing

Say It Again 🧡

Bayverse Turtles x Younger Sibling Reader 🧡

Yandere Bayverse Turtles x Receptive Darling 💛/🩷

Bayverse Turtles x Adopted Younger Sibling Reader 🧡

Bayverse Turtles x Eepy Reader 🧡

Bayverse Turtles Reacting to Shredder Having a Mutant Turtle as a Pet 🧡

Making Headcanons about the Rise Turtles as Somebody Who's Never Seen The Show 💛

Whatever This Is 🧡

ROTTMNT Boys x ND Reader during 4th of July 🧡

Bayverse Turtles x Kitsune Little Sister 🧡

Bayverse Turtles x Fainting Disorder Reader 🧡

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Leonardo

High Standards 🧡

ROTTEN Leo x Southern Reader Blurb 💚

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Donatello

Imagine Blurb 💛

Relinquish 🧡/🩷

Glasses 🧡

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Raphael

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Michaelangelo

ROTTMNT Mikey x Reader Imagine 💛

ROTTMNT Yandere Mikey x Reader Blurb 💛/🩷

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Polyamorus Writings

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Tcest Masterlist Here!

^ Tcest has its own masterlist for the comfortability of those who do not wish to see that kind of stuff. I don't want you guys to go reading a fic of mine just to find it has tcest so I made it easy and made a whole other masterlist for it.

[simplebraziliangirl]

Asking you to be their girlfriend

Our favorite turtle boys

F!Reader

Warning: none

Leonardo

You were on the rooftop of the building where the turtle boys often showed up. It was one of those rare peaceful moments in New York — no Foot Clan, no Krang, no screams or explosions — just the distant hum of cars and the cool night breeze brushing against your skin.

“I knew I’d find you here,”

said a calm, steady voice behind you.

You turned and saw Leonardo stepping out of the shadows, his twin swords shifting slightly on his back. The moonlight reflected off his green skin and those deep blue eyes that, for some reason, always made your heart race.

“I thought you were training,”

you said with a smile.

Leo walked closer, stopping beside you to take in the cityscape.

“I was. But tonight... I needed to see you first, see you again. There's something that's been weighing on me for days.”

You looked at him, curious.

“What is it?”

Leo hesitated — something he rarely did. He lowered his head for a moment, like he was rehearsing the words in his mind.

“You know me. I’m the leader, the responsible one, the guy who always thinks before acting. But... when it comes to you, I lose that control. You've been messing with me head, I can't stop thinking 'bout y'a...and then I realize..."

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Leo…”

“I’m not great with words. But every time you smile, the world just... slows down. It makes everything I fight for worth it. Because of you.”

He took a deep breath.

“So here it is: would you be my girlfriend?”

The silence between you was filled only by the wind and your own pounding heartbeat.

You smiled, eyes glimmering.

“Of course I would, Leo.”

He relaxed, and for the first time in a long while, let out a wide, genuine smile. Slowly, he reached out his hand — big, strong, but gentle as it took yours. And there, under the moonlight, Leonardo, the fearless leader, allowed himself to simply be a boy in love.

Raphael

You were leaning against the hood of Casey’s old van, waiting in the alley where you and Raph usually met after dark. The night was quiet, but your heart wasn’t. Raph had been acting... different lately. Quieter. More tense. Like something was building up inside him.

Then, like clockwork, you heard it — the low thud of his heavy footsteps. He stepped out from the shadows, tall, broad, red bandana fluttering slightly in the wind.

“There you are,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Thought maybe you bailed.”

You smirked. “As if I would.”

He gave a little chuckle but didn’t look at you right away. That was your first clue something was off. Raphael didn’t do shy — not with anyone.

“You okay?” you asked, stepping closer.

“Yeah. I mean... no. I dunno,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Listen. I suck at this kinda thing, so just... don’t laugh, alright?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Raph, what are you—”

“I like you.” He blurted it out, eyes finally locking with yours. “More than I probably should. And when I’m not with you, I’m pissed off at the whole world. But when I am with you, it’s like... I can breathe.”

Your breath hitched. He wasn’t yelling. He wasn’t hiding behind sarcasm or fists. This was Raphael — raw, unfiltered, and vulnerable.

“You don’t need to say anything. I just— I had to get it out. So yeah... what I’m sayin’ is... I want you to be mine. Like, officially. My girl.”

You stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest — feeling his heart racing under the armor.

“You’re an idiot,” you whispered with a smile. “But you’re my idiot. Yes, Raph. I’d love to be your girl.”

His eyes widened for a second, like he wasn’t expecting it. Then, with a smirk that could melt steel, he pulled you into a hug — strong, warm, a little rough around the edges. Just like him.

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” he murmured against your hair. “Ever"

Donatello

The hum of the lab had quieted, and for once, Donatello wasn’t tinkering or typing. He was sitting beside you on the edge of his worktable, legs swinging slightly, hands fidgeting in his lap. Something was on his mind — you could feel it in the way his gaze kept flickering to you, then away again.

“Hey,” you said gently. “You okay?”

He let out a breath, like he’d been holding it in all day.

“Yeah. I mean... I will be. I just—there’s something I’ve been trying to say to you for a while now.”

You turned to face him fully, heart already fluttering.

“I’m not good at this kind of thing,” he admitted, eyes cast down at his hands. “When it comes to tech, or battles, or theories—I always know what I’m doing. But when it comes to... feelings? You? I’m terrified.”

“Terrified?” you asked softly.

Donnie nodded, his voice almost breaking.

“Because this matters. You matter. More than anything I’ve ever built, more than any fight I’ve ever won. And for the first time in my life, I want someone to see me— the real me — and stay.”

You could feel the emotion in his voice, raw and unfiltered.

“I don’t need you to love the tech. I don’t need you to understand how my brain works,” he whispered. “I just need to know if there’s a chance you could feel the same way I do. So... would you be mine? My girlfriend?”

There was no hesitation.

You leaned in, gently touching his cheek.

“Donnie... I see you. And I’m not going anywhere. Of course I’ll be yours.”

His breath caught, and for a moment he looked like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Then he smiled — not his usual proud grin, but something softer. Vulnerable. Real.

He wrapped his arms around you carefully, holding you like he was afraid the moment might vanish if he wasn’t gentle with it.

“Thank you,” he murmured. “For choosing me.”

Michelangelo

You found Mikey on the rooftop, laying flat on his shell, arms behind his head, staring at the stars like he was waiting for something magical to happen.

When he heard your footsteps, he perked up instantly.

“Heyyyy, angel face!” he grinned, sitting up. “Knew I felt the universe get ten times cuter.”

You laughed, flopping down beside him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet... still single. Suspicious, right?” he said dramatically, placing a hand over his heart.

You rolled your eyes, but your heart beat faster. You and Mikey had been dancing around each other for a while now — endless flirting, late-night talks, shared slices of pizza under moonlight. But he’d never said anything real. Not directly. Until tonight.

He went quiet for a moment, gaze fixed on the sky. That’s when you knew this was different.

“I joke a lot,” he said, voice lower now, softer. “You know that. It’s kind of my thing. Keeps the fear out, keeps people smiling. But... sometimes I wish I could just say what I’m really feeling.”

You turned toward him. “Then say it.”

He looked at you — really looked — and you could see the vulnerability behind all the charm.

“I’ve had a lotta crushes, but this isn’t that. With you, it’s... more. When you laugh, it’s like music. When you’re near me, I don’t feel like a mutant freak — I feel like a guy. A guy who just... really, really wants to make you happy.”

Your heart melted.

“I don’t wanna flirt with a hundred people,” he continued. “I just wanna hold hands with you. I wanna call you mine and mean it. So, uh...” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Will you be my girlfriend? Like... for real?”

You didn’t even hesitate.

You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Yes, Mikey. For real.”

His entire face lit up — pure sunshine in turtle form. He jumped to his feet and spun in a little victory dance.

“Let’s GOOOOOO! That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Mikey officially cuffed!”

You laughed so hard you nearly fell over — and he caught you, holding you close for a second longer than he had to.

And in that moment, under the stars and surrounded by his laughter, you realized something simple but powerful:

You had just said yes to the boy who would love you with everything he had — every day, every moment.

[oozedninjas]

Can we get Donnie with a breeding kink?!😩

WARNINGS: NSFW | 18+ | MDNI | F!Reader | Donnie is 27 and he wants to put a baby in you ♡ | Breeding | slight Edging | General verses

It amazes him how easily his mind spirals into anxiety when it comes to you. Every little measure has to be carefully calculated and framed to keep him from stumbling out of sync with you—especially with things like this, because, what if you don’t like it? Would you think he’s a weirdo for bringing it up?

Maybe he should let it happen naturally, Donnie thinks, without overanalyzing every detail. But frankly, the thought that he could put a baby inside you is utterly absurd. Improbable. Incoherent, even. Genetic and morphological differences are barriers one can't overcome. Yet… he can’t stop thinking about it.

The idea lodges itself in his mind and he can’t help but revisit it over and over, no matter how much he knows it doesn't make sense; and today, that's all he can think of as he pounds in and out of you, just the way he knows you like it. Steady, fast, hard. The lower half of his plastron grinding over your swollen clit as you cling to him. And he edges you, unable to shake the thought of his mind, not brave enough to let it seep through his mouth.

"Fuck, I wanna come," you manage through staggered breaths, "Please, please,"

He groans, feeling the electric bolts dangerously close to spreading. He grips the sheets, struggling to resist the urge to mention it, and then—

"Put a baby in me,"

It barely registers right after making him come hard and loud. He thrusts as deep as his cock can reach to unload one time after another. He's babbling something about it, but it sounds so choked by pleasure that even he can't discern what it is. He's lost in the sensation of your pretty pussy throbbing as you come with him, and it feels fucking blissful.

You take a few seconds to catch your breath.

"What- what was that? How…" he asks, a bit out of breath.

You let out a little, tired laugh. "I stumbled across your browsing history the other day. You were thinking too hard about it, don't you?"

He hides his face in the crook of your neck, the heat of embarrassment creeping up his neck. Ah, that's right… since you moved together, you use the same computer.

[bi-scared]

First time ~ Bay Donnie Headcanons

Here are my headcanons for Bay Donnie's first time with reader.

NSFW ~ F!Reader

(Note: I'm french. My english is limited and I use Deepl.)

From the moment you and Donnie became a couple, he pulled out and updated his computer file containing all the information he'd collected on “how to pleasure a woman”.

Then he runs tests. To find out exactly what the risks are if you have sex with each other. The risk of pregnancy, disease and physical compatibility.

Donnie tries to do this in a discreet way, without telling you. Because not only does it embarrass him, but he feels that all these technical details could ruin the magic of the moment. He wants it to be perfect, of course. For you and for him.

So, when he feels the moment is near, he's ready. At least, he thinks he is. But the reality is quite different, because this kind of thing can't be programmed like computer software.

So, when the time comes, he has doubts. He's afraid. Afraid of hurting you, afraid of not being able to give you pleasure. Afraid of doing it wrong, of not understanding what's going on in your head, of neglecting yourself, of not going all the way, of...

If you already have experience in the field, now's the time to take the reins. Because it's his first time and he's bound to need some guidance. Talk to him, show him, but also let him explore, test his theoretical knowledge. Donnie will listen to you and apply what you tell him to the letter at first.

Then he'll test things out. Things he's read or seen, but also things that come to him by instinct. With shyness and clumsiness, but also perseverance. And while he's putting his knowledge into practice, he's studying everything. Your gaze, your facial expressions, the movement of your body under his fingers, the sounds that come out of your mouth... He observes everything, analyzes everything and deciphers everything. He wants to know what you like and what you don't like. Because Donnie has two major objectives: not to hurt you, but above all to make you feel good.

He's got lots of questions, and he'll be asking them later. His brain is currently too busy remembering what he's learned and not losing control of himself. Because having you under his fingertips, freely running through you, is beyond anything he could have imagined, and he's on the verge of a short circuit.

No, the first time, his questions will be limited to “Are you okay?”, “Can I go on?”, “Do you want me to stop?”. And as he loses control, Donnie asks your permission to enter you, panting and stammering. And he won't do anything without your permission.

But before he does, he makes sure you're ready for him, because he's not human in size or shape. Donnie takes his time, first making sure you can handle a finger. Then eventually a second. He makes sure you cum at least once. And, just in case that didn't work, he's provided lubricant and even a few accessories to satisfy you without penetration, so you can both have fun in a different way. It'll never be a total failure.

When he decides you're ready (and he'll decide when, even if you're begging) and you've given him the go-ahead, he'll make his move. He has a plan to make things go smoothly and he fights to the bitter end against his urge to just work his way into you for his own pleasure. He'll only get in as part of the game with insane slowness, analyzing your reactions and resistance. Start gentle back-and-forth strokes with just the tip until no sign of discomfort appears on your facial features. Then he'll move in a little more and start again.

Throughout this process, Donnie lets out the most animalistic moans and grunts you've ever heard. He tries to contain them, but he's already having trouble containing his movements inside you. Sometimes he pauses, shaking intensely, and you come to understand that he's just trying not to cum too soon.

When he's deep enough inside you and feels he can't go any further, he makes sure to cover the part of him that won't enter you with his hand. Just in case he loses a little too much control and wants to go deeper. No, his hand must not move.

Donnie then starts moving back and forth more frankly and, to his (and your) frustration, he doesn't last much longer. As a result, he has an angry orgasm, swearing at himself. So much work and patience for a few seconds.... He feels guilty.

Might as well laugh it off and give him a second chance. He'll last longer this time. And why not take the lead for round two ;)

If this is also your first time, things aren't much different at first. Except that Donnie takes a little more on himself, fighting his embarrassment and looking to do you good without expecting you to guide him. He'll be doubly attentive and caring, though.

For this first time, he's decided he's far too... imposing, and he doesn't want to inflict that on you. If it's all right with you, he'd like to settle for a little...

For your first time, he's decided he's far too... impressive, and he doesn't want to put you through that. If you agree, he'd like to stick to his fingers for the first few times. He doesn't like the idea of taking your virginity that way, but he'd rather do that than risk hurting you.

After a few sessions of fingers fucking, he ends up wanting more, but he doesn't ask. He waits for you to tell him when you're ready. And when you are, he makes sure he does it right and as painlessly as possible. It may take you a few tries before he can finally enter you, but it's worth the wait ;)

[girl-loves-nerds]

[chadobi]

“Just Another Night in the Lab”

Bayverse Donatello x Reader

I’m little stressed because it’s my first post so i hope you will enjoy this! Lov u guys!

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The soft hum of Donnie’s equipment buzzed in the background like a familiar lullaby. Screens flickered gently around the darkened corners of the lab, casting pools of pale blue light over scattered tools, schematics, half-built gadgets, and a lone cup of cold coffee.

You were sitting on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth rhythmically while typing something on your tablet — cross-referencing files Donnie had asked for. Your brow was furrowed, and your hair was slightly tousled from hours in the lair. You looked… normal. Comfortable. Like you belonged there.

Donnie glanced up from his microscope for what must’ve been the fifth time in three minutes.

He tried to be subtle about it, eyes flicking toward you, then quickly away when he caught himself staring again. His heart was doing that annoying stutter thing it had started doing around you lately — like it didn’t know how to beat properly when you were nearby

You didn’t notice. Or maybe you did. Either way, you didn’t say anything.

“Hey,” you asked softly, looking over. “Do you want me to sort these files alphabetically or by scan frequency?”

Donnie blinked. The question was simple, but it took a second longer than usual to register. He was distracted by how your voice always sounded a little softer in the lab — like it didn’t want to disturb the quiet magic of his world.

“Uh… scan frequency,” he said quickly. “Yeah. That makes more sense for the pattern we’re trying to isolate.”

You nodded and went right back to it, completely unaware that Donnie’s brain had short-circuited because your smile had lingered for half a second too long.

⸻

He returned to his microscope. Or at least pretended to. Every nerve in his body was suddenly tuned to you — your breath, your tiny sounds of concentration, the occasional tap of your stylus on glass. You weren’t even doing anything particularly special. Just helping. Just being here.

And that’s when it hit him.

You weren’t extraordinary in some loud, showy way. You didn’t try to impress him. You didn’t fawn over his inventions or stroke his ego. You simply showed up. Sat beside him. Helped when he needed it. Called him out when he got too lost in his own head. You gave your time freely — and not to the tech genius or the mutant, but to Donatello.

And God, he loved you for it.

The realization landed like a circuit overload — silent, undeniable, irreversible. His heart didn’t just flutter this time. It ached. In the best way.

He looked over again.

You had your legs crossed now, fingers flying across the screen. There was a little smudge of ink on your cheek from where you must’ve rubbed it earlier. You were mumbling something under your breath. A calculation, maybe.

And he was so gone

“Y/N?” he said quietly.

You looked up, tablet still in hand. “Yeah?”

His throat went dry. He had a million smart things to say and not a single one made it to his mouth. So instead, he took a breath, reached for a clean cloth, and walked toward you.

“There’s a mark,” he murmured, gently brushing the smudge from your cheek with the cloth.

You froze — just for a second — then relaxed under his touch. “Oh. Thanks,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

His hand lingered for a heartbeat longer than necessary.

Your eyes met.

The room was silent except for the faint hum of the lab. The moment stretched — warm, fragile, perfect.

And then you smiled. That quiet, honest smile that had wrecked him from the very beginning.

“What?” you asked, teasingly. “Do I have another smudge?

“No,” he whispered. “I just… I’m glad you’re here.”

Your smile softened. “Me too, Donnie.”

He didn’t kiss you that night. He didn’t need to.

Because in that one small, quiet moment —

You knew.

And so did he.

[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.