#tmnt bay mikey

[fluffytriceratops]

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨 [𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞]

notes: mikey's reaction to y/n pulling him in for a kiss by his belt. here you are, here's your food. i hope you enjoy! raphies next~~

click here to read leo's ver.

click here to read donnie's ver.

click here to read raph's ver.

warnings: mature language, nsfw mentions/sexual themes.

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @rheawritesforfun @s-s-ironnie @post-apocalyptic-daydream @mysticboombox @drowninghell @lec743 @raphielover  @raphslovemuffin80 @squirrelfurs @bibiz82 @pheradream-15 @kikithedreamerwriter @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @moonsua1

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i love you all sm! have a lovely day/night! i'm sending you the very many virtual hugs!! <33

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- eyes would widen visibly and face would immediately be swamped in a smirk.

- "oh ho ho, watcha doin' there mama?" he'd coo. grabbing for your bum and giving it a hearty squeeze.

- you'd lean up and brush your lips against his own teasingly.

- giving him a sly smile before slipping away from him.

- "oh no you don't-" before you get the chance to take more than a single step, his hands find you and suddenly you're pressed against his chest again.

- this time mikey places his lips firmly against your own.

- you melt into the kiss and he uses this chance to slide his tongue into your mouth.

- he slips his hands underneath your ass and lifts you up, instinctively you wrap your legs around him.

- when you both pull away from the kiss, panting heavily, he presses his forehead against your own. beaming at you cheekily.

- "do that again, and i'll have to take you to the bedroom." he'd shrug. "not that I'm complaining."

- your eyebrows would raise and a teasing smile would crawl onto your lips.

- "shall we put that to the test, michelangelo?"

- hearing his full name caused him to visibly shiver and he churred.

- if you were alone, he'd take you there, not even bothering to go as far as the bedroom. there was no time for that.

- but if you weren't, he'd take you to his room (or a room void of other people).

- neither of you were quiet.

- and if there were people around, they'd leave so quickly because they knew exactly what was happening.

- he'd praise you left and right, his mouth would never leave you. whether he was kissing your body or your lips. both were good.

- your skin would be littered with bruises from his hands, his mouth, etc.

- not that you minded~

- you'd praise him in return, with your words and your actions.

- he was probably louder than you were.

- but you loved to hear his moans.

- "fuck baby-" was heard A LOT.

- mikey is very submissive and breedable. 👁🫦👁👌✨

- and once you were finished, mikey gave the best after care.

- kisses and snuggles and comfort food. watching a comfort movie/show.

- and you'd probably fuck a few more times after that too.

[httpvomitello]

Heeeeeey, how’s it going? I was thinking... something with our BAY TMNT boys, separately, their reaction when they discover that the reader (whom they secretly have a crush on) has a small and adorable pet turtle. Maybe one day they went to her house and saw the big, cute tank, noticing something tiny moving at the bottom and seeing a little turtle living its life in peace, surrounded by cute decorations and food everywhere (just to give you an idea) c:

I love that everyone comes to a consensus that the reader will always have a pet turtle. Anyways, hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

Turtleception *⁠.⁠✧

Leo wasn’t one to take unnecessary risks, but for you? Well, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t found himself in a few precarious situations just to be closer to you. Tonight, however, was supposed to be a simple visit—nothing too crazy.

He climbed through your window with his usual quiet precision. The soft glow of your apartment’s lighting welcomed him.

“(Y/N)?” he called out softly, not wanting to startle you.

“In here!” Your voice came from the living room.

He followed the sound, but before he could make it all the way, something caught his eye. Against the wall stood a large glass tank, filled with vibrant decorations, miniature plants, and a tiny rock formation in the center. Curious, he stepped closer, eyes scanning the setup.

Then, he saw it—a tiny turtle, slowly paddling its way through the water, completely oblivious to the world around it.

Leo blinked, crouching down for a better look. “Is that…a turtle?” he muttered to himself, unable to stop the small smile spreading across his face.

“Oh, you met Speedy!” you said, stepping into the room with a grin.

“Speedy?” Leo echoed, his amusement clear.

“Yeah, ironic name, I know,” you said with a laugh. “He’s been with me for a while. Got him when he was even tinier.”

Leo chuckled, his fingers resting lightly on the edge of the tank. “He’s…adorable.”

You tilted your head, with a provocative smile on the lips, joking you said, “You like turtles?”

Leo hesitated, the slightest hint of a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “Well, you could say I have a…personal connection.”

You smirked, leaning closer. “Let me guess. You see yourself in him, huh?”

Leo chuckled, shaking his head. “Something like that.”

The sight of you caring for such a small, delicate creature warmed his heart. He could see how much love and attention you poured into Speedy’s care.

“You know,” he said, standing upright, “I think Speedy’s lucky to have you.”

You smiled, meeting his gaze. “And I think I’m lucky to have you, Leo.”

His heart skipped a beat, and he silently vowed to visit more often—if not just for you, then to check on his fellow turtle friend.

Raph wasn’t one for subtle entrances, but tonight, he made an exception. He climbed through your window with ease, landing silently on your living room floor.

He glanced around, his sharp eyes quickly taking in the space. That’s when he noticed it—a large glass tank sitting in the corner. His brows furrowed, and he walked over, curiosity piqued.

As he got closer, he spotted it—a tiny turtle, lounging on a rock under a miniature lamp, living its best life.

“What the…?” Raph muttered, leaning in closer.

“Oh, hey, Raph!” your voice called from the kitchen.

He straightened, turning as you entered the room with a bowl of snacks. “Didn’t know you had a pet,” he said, nodding toward the tank.

You smiled, setting the bowl down. “Oh, that’s Tank. He’s my little buddy.”

Raph crossed his arms, glancing back at the tiny turtle. “Tank, huh? Fitting name.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, he’s small but tough. Reminds me of someone.”

Raph smirked, the compliment not lost on him. “So, you’re into turtles?”

You shrugged, sitting on the couch. “Always have been. Tank’s just the cutest, don’t you think?”

Raph crouched down, watching as Tank lazily paddled through the water. “Yeah…he’s alright.” His tone was gruff, but you could see the soft glint in his eyes.

You nudged him playfully. “Admit it, you think he’s adorable.”

Raph huffed, trying to keep his tough exterior intact. “Maybe.”

But deep down, he couldn’t deny it. Seeing you care for something so small and fragile made his chest ache in the best way.

Donnie wasn’t one to show up unannounced, but after getting an excited text from you about some “new setup,” his curiosity got the better of him. He made his way to your place and slipped in quietly, his eyes scanning the room for whatever it was you wanted to show him.

Then, he saw it—a large glass tank filled with intricate decorations, bubbling water, and in the center, a tiny turtle happily exploring its aquatic home.

Donnie’s eyes widened, and he immediately stepped closer, adjusting his goggles for a better look. “No way…” he whispered, fascinated by the detailed setup.

“Donnie! You’re here!” you said, stepping into the room.

He turned to you, his excitement clear. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a turtle?”

You laughed, moving to stand beside him. “I thought I did. That’s Shelly.”

“Shelly,” Donnie repeated, his tone approving. “A classic name.”

You nodded proudly. “I’ve had her for a while. Just upgraded her tank today.”

Donnie couldn’t help but admire your handiwork. “This is…impressive. The filtration system, the decor placement, even the water temperature—it’s perfect.”

You raised a brow, smirking. “You’re geeking out over my turtle, aren’t you?”

He chuckled, adjusting his goggles again. “Can you blame me? She’s practically a part of the family now.”

The idea of you caring for something so meticulously made his admiration for you grow even more.

Mikey was always eager to visit you, and tonight was no different. He practically bounced through your window, landing in your living room with a wide grin.

“(Y/N)! I’m here!” he called out, his voice full of excitement.

“Hey, Mikey! Be right there!” you called back from another room.

While waiting, Mikey’s eyes wandered around your apartment. That’s when he spotted it—a large tank filled with colorful plants, tiny figurines, and…a turtle?

“No way,” Mikey whispered, his grin growing even wider as he crouched down to get a better look. “You’ve got a tiny me!”

The little turtle swam lazily through the water, completely unaware of the giant mutant admiring it.

“That’s Mr. Wiggles,” you said, stepping into the room.

“Mr. Wiggles?” Mikey repeated, laughing. “That’s the best name ever!”

You grinned. “He’s my little buddy. Got him a few years ago.”

Mikey tapped lightly on the glass, watching as Mr. Wiggles paddled over curiously. “Dude, this is awesome. It’s like you were meant to be part of the turtle squad.”

You chuckled, sitting beside him. “Maybe. He’s pretty low-maintenance, but he’s good company.”

Mikey glanced at you, his smile softening. “You’re pretty good company too, you know.”

Your cheeks warmed at his words, and you nudged him playfully. “Thanks, Mikey.”

He leaned closer to the tank, watching Mr. Wiggles with a twinkle in his eye. “Man, I think I just found my new best friend.”

You laughed, feeling your heart swell. Mikey’s joy was infectious, and you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have him—and your tiny turtle companion—in your life.

[chadobi]

I'm frothing at the mouth for your bayverse donnie, you write him so well, thank you for being amazing!

Thank u so much! So if you like my way of writing bay Donnie i will give you one! Enjoy 💜

“Move With Me”

Bayverse Donatello x Reader

It was late. The kind of late where the city felt distant, quiet — just a hum behind concrete and steel. And in the heart of the lair, Donatello’s lab was glowing with cold light, flickering screens, and the soft buzz of machines running on fumes.

He hadn’t spoken to anyone in hours.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, just watching him. The way his brow was furrowed deep behind his purple mask, how his jaw clenched as he adjusted a cluster of wires with more force than necessary. The screen in front of him flashed with lines of code and a red error message that had popped up five, maybe six times now. You weren’t counting. But he definitely was.

He was in one of his spirals. You’d seen them before — when a plan didn’t go right, when tech wouldn’t cooperate, when the weight of being the genius of the team crushed down a little too hard on his back.

And every time, he convinced himself he had to fix it. Alone. Quietly. Efficiently. Even if it broke him in the process.

You stepped into the room on soft feet, mindful of scattered gadgets and wires on the floor.

Still, he didn’t look up.

You stood beside the worktable and leaned slightly toward him. “Donnie,” you said gently. No response. His fingers flew across the keyboard like he was racing something invisible. “You’re gonna burn out if you keep this up.”

“I’m fine,” he muttered, not even pausing to look at you.

You frowned, shifting your weight. “You’re lying.”

That made him pause — just for a breath. His gaze flickered up to meet yours. There were deep shadows under his eyes, and his expression was tight, like someone holding in a scream by the edges of his teeth.

“I have to get this finished,” he said. “Leo’s counting on me. The tracker’s still throwing false pings, and if we go out with that—if someone gets hurt because of a system I built—”

“Donnie.” You stepped in front of the table, placing yourself directly in his line of sight. “You’re not a machine. You don’t have to keep running until you fall apart.”

He blinked, startled by the sharpness in your voice — not harsh, but certain. Grounded.

You softened, then reached toward the little Bluetooth speaker on the shelf. It was dusty — he hadn’t used it in weeks, maybe months. But it still worked.

You tapped your phone against it and let the soft music begin.

The melody drifted through the air — something slow, something warm. Jazzy and nostalgic. The kind of song you might hear in a quiet cafe, or under the stars, or in someone’s living room where dancing wasn’t choreographed, just instinctive.

Donnie blinked again. “What are you—”

“Interrupting your spiral,” you said simply. “You need to get out of your head.”

He tilted his head slightly, like he was trying to decide whether to be annoyed or amused. “You think a song is gonna fix the tracking system?”

“No,” you replied, offering your hand to him. “But it might fix you. Just for a minute.”

His eyes dropped to your hand, then to your face. “I… I can’t dance.”

“You don’t have to,” you whispered. “Just move with me.”

He stared at you for a long moment — visibly torn, clearly exhausted. But eventually, he pushed back from the table and stood. Not with grace. Not like he wanted to. But like he needed to.

His hand slid into yours. You gave it a gentle squeeze.

You pulled him slowly into the open space of the lab, your free hand resting lightly against his shoulder. His movements were stiff at first, uncertain. But you didn’t rush him.

You just swayed — simple steps, back and forth, side to side. Nothing choreographed. Just motion. Just presence.

He slowly settled into your rhythm, one hand on your waist, the other still holding yours with careful pressure. You didn’t speak. You just moved together, letting the music wrap around you like a quiet cocoon.

For the first time that night, his shoulders started to loosen.

“You’re overthinking,” you murmured, glancing up at him.

“It’s literally my job,” he replied, his voice softer than before.

You smiled. “It’s not your whole identity, though.”

Silence. Just the quiet shuffle of his feet, the subtle dip of your hips. The way his thumb brushed against the back of your hand — a nervous habit, probably unconscious.

Then he whispered, almost like it hurt to say, “Why are you being so nice to me?”

Your chest ached.

You stopped swaying — just for a moment — and looked up into his eyes. “Because I love you,” you said, barely louder than the music.

He froze. Eyes wide. Breath shallow.

You leaned a little closer, forehead brushing against his chest.

“Even when you forget how to love yourself.”

He let out a shaky breath like it had knocked the wind out of him.

“Say that again,” he whispered, voice low and almost breaking.

You looked up and said it again — steady this time. “I love you.”

His hand lifted, almost uncertain, and cupped your cheek.

And then his mouth was on yours — hesitant and warm, like he was afraid you might disappear if he leaned in too hard. It was the kind of kiss that asked permission. That tasted like vulnerability, and softness, and finally.

You kissed him back, slow and sure, grounding him in the now. In you.

When you pulled away, his eyes were still closed. His forehead rested lightly against yours.

“You’re everything I don’t deserve,” he breathed.

You smiled gently, your thumb brushing his wrist. “You’re everything I choose.”

The music faded into silence.

And for once, Donnie let the rest of the world fall away — machines humming, code blinking, problems waiting — just long enough to breathe in your arms.

Just long enough to believe he was loved.

[dysfunctional-doodle]

I have been uh kinda busy as always and so I have a few sketches/wips that I’m just gonna throw on here. The first one is from a comic im working on, and the other is for an anon who wanted me to draw the other half of the bay boys in my style (sorry leo, you were never completed even a little)

I hate drawing the bayverse turtles stop making me draw them dammit

-> Commissions || My Kofi <-

[ferox-imagines]

“Mark“ based on this

[omegabenaeart]

ADHD KICKED IN, GOT A NEW HYPERFIXATION TO BOTHER YOU GUYS WITH

Tutant

Meenage

Neetle

Teetles

Bonus Donnie under the cut 👍

This motherfucker cannot see without his glasses

[donniesgirlie]

Believe it or not, the plan was Raph fluff, but the idea got sad and vague as soon as I opened the draft.

Og idea coming soon? If y'all want it lmk

"5 more minutes?": Your Choice x GN! Reader

.

It's still dark when his alarm goes off. You lay on your bed with one of his heavy arms locking your back to his chest; the cool press of his plastron through your sleep shirt -his old, way oversized tee- a comforting one.

The shrill beeping of the alarm, on the other hand, is the opposite of comforting. It's your reminder that he's not yours. Not really. He belongs to the night - a phantom sweeping over the heads of hundreds of sleeping people that will never know the capable hands that safeguard their lives.

It's nothing new, though. You knew from the start that he belongs to the icy touch of Nyx more than he will ever belong to you.

Belonging...

The very thing that keeps him from you:

The inability to belong that was cast upon him by the same people he's sworn to protect. It's a cruel irony that those he's saved countless times are the very ones that are the first to yell "freak" and "monster" at the sight of him.

It's shifting behind you that forces you from your thoughts. Just as fast as the alarm sounded, he shuts it off. The movement sets you in motion. Rolling over, you're met with tired eyes, awake way too early; they soften when they meet your own. A sickeningly sweet look that makes you want to melt into him like some sick experiment gone wrong.

"G'morning," His voice is gruff in the silent, barely-morning air.

"5 more minutes?" you plead. The first rays of light no doubt peaking over the horizon, taunting you with how little time you have left.

[mushroomgrenade]

Okay, Bayverse up!! Now just the 07s left to post

You can download them on my Kofi too!

Or grab them as stickers!

Oh yes btw please please please look y'all I have a tmnt tarot project too-

[luckycharms1701]

mikey thinks about it alot, that night you kissed him. your lips. your smell. the way your fingertips lingered on the top part of his plastron, pressing tiny human-shaped fingerprints into the surface of his keratin like invisible tattoos he can't help wishing that were real.

he had, in fact, wished that they were, so much so that the temptation to raid through donnie's lab and pull out the fluorescent powder and UV light was like an unstoppable force compelling him to do just that; make it so that they were visible. so that they felt more... real.

...so long as he only used a little bit of powder, he'd reasoned, and of course made sure to put everything back where he found it before anyone realised what he was doing up in his room with donnie's things. it would be fine. right? nobody had to know.

nobody, he thinks, looking now at the little white glowing prints left on his body like unique and ethereal marks that somehow remind him of the birthmark stappled over his stomach; something heart-shaped, though not exactly a heart. no one, except maybe you.

do you know, he wonders, how much of a mark you've left on him? how many marks at that, he thinks, turning the ultra violet light around his body to inspect the little pattern of hand and fingerprints illuminating his sides too; parts of his body that must've caught wind of the powder now turning up vague little shapes of you where the memory of you pressing into his embrace still lingers like a physical thing.

it is, he thinks; a physical thing. as real as rain, the way it makes it feel like you're still here with him, even when he knows you're undoubtedly at home, peacefully sleeping in bed (he had after all been the one to drop you home to your apartment before you kissed him out on the fire escape).

the faded patent of your hand catches his eye in the mirror where it's glowing slightly under the UV light, poetically placed over where he suspects would be his heart.

ah, he realises, you do. whether you're aware of it consciously or not, you must know exactly how much of a mark you've left on mikey.

because you have, he thinks, in every sense of the way, left your mark on mikey.

this is. a personal attack on the deepest level. keisha!!!!!!! *shakes you with so much love*

[artzzyb00-27]

||🍕Headcanons🍕;part 1||

Random headcanons about the turtles!

Leo 💙

◊ he's a nerd for animated shows, specifically young hero-esc ones

◊fell in love with Mel from Arcane

◊wants his own pet bird, he thinks they're pretty cool

◊HATES, and I mean hates, when shows or movies force relationships

◊begged Donnie to pirate Spider-verse

◊Pizza is actually his second favorite food, his first favorite food is Onigiri

◊him and Mikey are best friends, no questions asked

Donnie💜

◊going off the pirating Leo head canon, he was going to do it anyway without any of the brothers asking

◊plays Life is Strange games religiously

◊*cries in Before the Storm*

◊him and Raph rewatched Horton Hears a Who actually every night because they loved the singing at the end, had to be giving a time limit by Splinter

◊they even started singing randomly out on patrol and Mikey and Leo just stared at them, Donnie does the high at the end

◊gave his brothers coupons for when they need him to fix things, other than that they need to give him something

◊BTS, anime, manga, video games, the holy grail in this guys mind

Raph❤️

◊favorite disney movies are the underrated ones, specifically Brother Bear and Treasure Planet

◊has a playlist with  GÆ energy

◊Criminal Minds and 9-1-1 are his favorite shows

◊animated show nerd like Leo

◊loves Christmas because of the snow and lights around town

◊Barrios are his favorite parts of town because of the food and culture

◊first time he had enchiladas he shed a tear of happiness

◊favorite drink is Horchata

Mikey🧡

◊as much as he loves pizza, like Leo it's his second favorite

◊favorite food is cheesecake

◊remember Chompy from 2012, yeah, he had a pet red-eared slider turtle named Stripe

◊Phineas and Ferb AT2D is his favorite nostalgia movie

◊convinced his brothers to have a sing a long to iconic 2000's and 2010's songs

◊favorite artist is Elijah Naslin

◊loves oldies music and rock

◊when Nimona came out on Netflix, he related a little too much to the shapeshifter

[gornackeaterofworlds]

Bay sea monster au Mikey

[httpvomitello]

Oi amore (also br lol)

Ok hear me out, miscommunication Headcanon but with a bit of spice, what if! Tmnt boys (separated, like a Headcanon for each turtle) and reader hooked up (like… on accident lmao, idk they got heated after a discussion, mission or drinking and it happened, and it *kept happening* without them having “the talk” of feelings and all, it’s mutual but the turtle and reader are afraid of commenting on it)

After their last hook up reader is silent + looks troubled; when the boys finally ask what’s wrong reader hits them up with the question “what are we? What do you want to be?” And out of defense mechanism the boys respond they just wanna keep it as it is, (they are afraid of reader not desiring something more / thinking they deserve better, etc) to stick to something physical, which leads reader to pull back a bit on how affectionate they were and become reserved? Cold? Calculated? They do deliver what they are told, both reader x turtle are still physical, but cuddling, kissing, anything the reader used to do, they don’t anymore; and turtles miss that?

(Does this make sense ? I hope so! If not you can ignore it, thank you 🫶)

Eai, amore! Tudo bom? Fiquei feliz em ver mais um BR por aqui ksksks. Espero que goste! ♡♡♡♡

What Are We?

Leonardo

Leo never intended for things to escalate the way they did

It started after a particularly tough mission, emotions were high, and you both needed an outlet

One thing led to another, and suddenly, you two were hooking up. At first, he convinced himself it was just physical

You both needed comfort, and it was mutual, no big deal, right? But it kept happening

It became something regular, yet unspoken, and that scared him

You’d just finished another night together, and while you’re lying beside him, there’s a silence that feels heavy

Leo can tell something’s on your mind

When you finally ask, “What are we? What do you want us to be?” it’s like a punch to his chest. He freezes

His immediate instinct is to protect himself, and maybe protect you too

So, he says, “I think it’s best we keep it how it is.” He’s afraid. Afraid of wanting more, afraid you don’t want the same, and afraid of getting too close

After that, something shifts

You stop with the little affections, the way you used to touch his arm, the gentle kisses you’d leave on his cheek

You still hook up, but it’s mechanical now. No cuddles, no lingering touches

Just sex.

At first, Leo tries to tell himself it’s better this way. Less complicated. But soon, the silence after each encounter starts gnawing at him

He misses the intimacy, the connection

He misses you.

One night, after you leave his side without a word, Leo can’t take it anymore

He stands in front of you, blocking the door. “I don’t want this anymore,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “I was wrong. I do want more. I want you, all of you.”

He looks at you with those piercing blue eyes, vulnerability written all over his face

Maybe... Just maybe, you could start over.

Raphael

For Raph, it all started after a heated argument

The two of you were butting heads about something stupid, and in the midst of all that frustration, you ended up in each other’s arms, and bed

It became your thing, no feelings talked about, just raw, physical connection

For Raph, it was perfect

Until it wasn’t.

After your last encounter, you sit up in bed, looking troubled. Raph’s stomach twists as he watches you hesitate before asking,

“What are we, Raph? What do you want this to be?”

His defenses go up immediately. Feelings? Talk about feelings? He’s terrified that you’ll think he’s too much, or worse, that you don’t actually want more with someone like him

So, he shrugs, pretending not to care. “Why mess with what’s workin’? It’s fine like this, ain’t it?”

You take his words to heart, and the change is immediate. You pull back

No more playful touches, no more affectionate kisses after your hookups

Everything between you two becomes colder, more distant. It’s just physical now, and Raph hates it

He tells himself this is what he wanted, but every time you get up to leave without a word, it tears him apart

He misses the way you used to look at him, the softness in your touch

After another cold, emotionless encounter, Raph snaps

He grabs your arm before you can leave, his voice rough and vulnerable. “I can’t do this anymore. I want more. I need more. I need you,” he admits, his heart racing. “Don’t pull away from me.”

Donatello

For Donnie, it started with a late-night research session

You were hanging out in his lab, the two of you laughing and talking about random things, and before he realized what was happening, you were in each other’s arms

It caught him off guard, but the chemistry was undeniable

The hookups became regular, but Donnie, ever the overthinker, analyzed every second of it

He never brought up his feelings because he was scared of ruining things, scared that you didn’t want more than the physical

After your last hookup, Donnie notices you’re quieter than usual, and his anxiety spikes

When you finally turn to him and ask, “What are we, Donnie?” He panics

His heart is screaming to tell you how much you mean to him, but his brain is warning him that you might not feel the same

In a rush, he says, “I think we should keep it as it is. It’s working, right?”

After that conversation, everything changes

You stop with the soft touches, the gentle kisses, the affectionate moments that used to make Donnie’s heart soar

Now it’s just the physical, and Donnie feels hollow inside

He misses the closeness, the warmth you used to give him. Every time you leave, he stares at the door, aching for things to go back to the way they were

One afternoon, after another silent, distant encounter, Donnie can’t take it anymore

He stops you before you can leave, his voice shaky but determined. “I can’t do this,” he says, his eyes pleading with you. “I was wrong. I want more. I want... us.”

Michelangelo

For Mikey, the whole thing started as something fun

You were always teasing each other, and one night, things escalated

It was easy, natural, and Mikey thought it was the best of both worlds. You two had chemistry, and the physical touch was exciting

He didn’t see any reason to mess with it by having “the talk"

Deep down, though, he was scared you wouldn’t want more with someone like him

After your last hookup, you sit in silence for a while, and Mikey feels the tension

He tries to lighten the mood, but when you finally ask, “What do you want us to be?”

He freezes

The idea of confessing how much he wants you scares him. What if you don’t feel the same? What if you think he’s too much?

So, he jokes it off, saying, “I mean, we’re good, right? No need to complicate things, babe.”

After that, things change

You stop with the affection, no more playful touches, no more sweet moments after your hookups. Everything becomes cold, and Mikey feels the shift immediately

He misses the way you used to cuddle into him, the way you’d kiss him softly when you thought he wasn’t looking

Now, everything feels like a transaction, and Mikey hates it

One day, after another cold, distant encounter, Mikey breaks

“I miss you,” he blurts out, his voice shaky. “Not just... this. I miss you. I don’t wanna keep pretending like I don’t care, because I do. I want more. I want you.”

[chadobi]

I promise guys , I’ll get to your requests soon! But for now, I hope you’ll enjoy this one💜

“Under a Blanket of Code”

Bayverse!Donatello x Reader

The power had flickered out about an hour ago.

Mikey screamed something about the pizza oven dying and Raph immediately took it as a sign of the apocalypse. Leo was trying to organize a response plan, but Donnie had already disappeared into the darker parts of the lair—heading toward his lab like a man on a mission.

You didn’t even ask. You just followed him.

It was quiet in his workspace. He had a few emergency lights wired up, casting everything in deep purple and gold. Small LEDs blinked from different shelves, some flickering faintly like fireflies. In the middle of it all, Donnie was crouched beside a stack of servers, furiously typing on a portable rig.

You leaned in the doorway, watching him. He muttered something about “backup fuses” and “secondary distribution lines,” and then paused.

“I know you’re there,” he said without looking. “And I’m not mad. Just… mildly panicked.”

You smiled. “I brought tea.”

That made him glance up. His glasses caught a soft glint of blue from a nearby monitor, and he blinked, surprised. “Oh. Uh. Thank you.” He took the thermos from you awkwardly, hands still faintly buzzing with static.

“Want some company?” you asked gently. “I figured you might need backup.”

Donnie hesitated for a second too long. Then he nodded. “Actually… yeah. That would be nice.”

He gestured to a low platform on the floor surrounded by wires, toolboxes, and glowing screens. You kicked off your shoes and stepped carefully between cables. A fuzzy blanket was already half-draped over the space, clearly something Mikey had tossed aside days ago.

You plopped down, crossing your legs. “So what’s the damage?”

“Main power grid’s fried,” Donnie murmured, sitting beside you. “Generator’s holding up, but I’m going to need to do a manual reroute.” He adjusted his glasses with a tired sigh. “In the meantime, I figured… might as well make the place livable.”

He grabbed a small remote and tapped a button. A string of soft purple lights lit up overhead—cheap LED strips, flickering slightly, but warm in their own way.

“Donnie,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “Did you build yourself a tech blanket fort?”

He looked flustered. “No. I mean—not intentionally. I was optimizing work conditions, and the blanket just… enhances acoustic absorption and comfort for long-term programming sessions.”

“So,” you grinned, “a blanket fort.”

He huffed. “Fine. Yes. A highly advanced blanket fort.”

You giggled and tucked the edge of the blanket around your shoulders. “I love it.”

He blinked. “You do?”

“Of course. It’s kind of perfect.” You leaned back slightly. “It’s warm, quiet, glowy… and it smells like solder and coffee. Very ‘you.’”

Donnie was silent for a beat. Then, he mumbled, “I wasn’t sure you’d like it down here.”

You turned to him. “Why wouldn’t I?”

He shifted awkwardly, fingers fidgeting with a loose wire. “Most people… wouldn’t exactly enjoy sitting in a dark lab full of failing circuits and overheating processors.”

“I’m not most people,” you said softly.

Donnie didn’t respond at first. He looked down at the blanket, at the way it pooled around the two of you, and then carefully set aside the laptop.

“You know,” he started, voice lower now, “sometimes I forget there’s a world outside this lab. Not in a dramatic way, just… I get stuck in my head. The math, the logic, the endless systems I can’t control—sometimes that’s all I focus on.”

You were quiet, letting him talk.

“And then you show up,” he continued. “With tea. And sarcasm. And blankets.” His gaze lifted to meet yours. “And suddenly the world feels… a little quieter. Like the code finally compiled.”

You smiled, heart thudding gently in your chest. “Is that your way of saying you like having me here?”

“Yes,” he said immediately. Then cleared his throat. “I mean—logically speaking, your presence has a statistically significant impact on my overall mood and cognitive focus.”

“Donnie,” you said, nudging his arm with your elbow, “just say you like me.”

He went red. Deep red. The color crept all the way to his bandana. “I—okay—fine. I like you. A lot.”

You laughed and leaned your head against his shoulder. He froze for a second, then slowly, slowly relaxed under the pressure.

“I like you too,” you whispered.

Donnie didn’t say anything, but you felt it—the soft exhale, the way his hand curled just slightly closer to yours under the blanket. He didn’t need grand declarations. Not tonight.

You sat together in the tech-fort, surrounded by quiet buzzes and blinking lights, with the world outside temporarily short-circuited.

And honestly?

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[theblorboscalledtheturtles]

His name is Bagel now

[inspiredwriter]

Guys, listen to me, the TMNT Bay version has Leatherhead!

(Remember this green guy?)

So recently I downloaded the video game "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Brothers Unite", the plot of which is that the bad guys (mutant pigeons, roaches, porcupines, street thugs and several mysterious ninjas) for unknown reasons take over all the pizzerias in New York, and the task of the turtles is to move around locations and beat their butts. I would like to note that Bebop and Rocksteady also take part in all this villainous chaos, but this game does not show how they became mutants (most likely this game appeared before the 2 film). Donnie even takes blood from Rocksteady's hand for analysis and becomes convinced that all these pigeons, porcupines and roaches are the same mutants as he and his brothers, only the mutation, for some unknown reason, made them more aggressive and uncontrollable.

Leatherhead only appears at the end of the game, so the player does not get to fight him in the final battle, but it can be concluded that he has been following us throughout the game.

This mutant alligator calls the turtles traitorsss because he saw them fight with other mutants (he probably doesn’t know that this mutation drove them crazy) and disappears without a trace, using a smoke bomb.

Master Splinter says that there are still many mysteries in this city that they have to solve.

And that's all...

Unfortunately, this game did not receive a sequel and it's terribly sad because I was hoping to hear at least a little more about Leatherhead. After all, he’s not even a villain there, he was probably recruited into the Shredder gang (In the game, leaflets also appear on the floor with the headings “Shredder is back?”)! But what I'd most like to see is his friendship with Mikey develop.

Because SHELL SHOCK, Mikey's friendship with Leatherhead was the most ADORABLE thing about the TMNT 2012 series to me! Seriously, they could have come up with something similar with Bay verse Mikey. I think this would be something INCREDIBLY CUTE!!💚

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[buggythemoth]

Bay donnie charm done

Hey guys! sorry this hasn't been posted sooner, Ive had some irl stuff going on. But I'm happy to announce I'm done with the bay donnie charm design

Updates will be a bit slower and around this pace due to irl stuff, but i will keep you all updated on future raph and mikey progress. have a good day, and until later!