#mikey 2007

[vagabond-art]

I'm obsessed with TMNT (2007) so i'm fixing it

also here's a little prequel oneshot i wrote while exploring the story

Rough Night in NYC (6925 words) by Donatello-more-like-Hello Relationships: Donatello & Raphael, Michelangelo & Raphael, Donatello & April O'Neil With eldest brother off doing who knows what on the other side of the world, no way was anyone going to stop Raph from going topside alone. Of course that meant if he got hurt, the only person who could drag his sorry shell home would be himself. And it turned out that luck was not on Raphael’s side.

[mutantmayhems]

MIKEY IN TMNT (2007) requested by @knuxthefangirl

[saladmix]

If you're in the mood for a little Feral Leo this evening, might I interest you in this little one-shot here!

[mehriigss]

Leo: Gentleman, we have a message

12Donnie, 07Donnie, 07Mikey: *heavily armed* This is considered plagiarism, surrender now and there may not be any casualties.

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People wanted the true yo mama back so now we have a war going on.

May I present to you the "YO MAMA" Line of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

[thursdaysyme]

pride tmnt headcanons of my fav iterations

if u saw the post before no u didn’t

[forgetful-nerd]

Ah yes, the temperamental turtles. I’d love to see how these four would handle each other.

Though I’m half convinced they would all end up being dragged around like this by 2003 Raph:

[nosleep83]

I’ve been in the tmnt fandom for a while now and I have come to the conclusion that every version of Mikey is either a sweet baby boy or a pothead

To clear things up a bit I made this.

[up-the-anti]

the coolest kids at the end of the world

[mikeywayarchive]

Instagram story by yallhavingbirthdaycake

[Jul 28, 2024]

[mcroutfits]

10/10 few things to declare as a heritage of humanity: frank's vampire mouth zip up hoodie and gerard's t patched jean jacket (the t standing for???? teenagers yeah)

photoshoot by NME (december, 2007)

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Ok so this is more of a headcanon/scenario request:

Which Turtle is likely to fuck reader so hard the bed breaks under them? (In detail, if possible 😏)

Would They Break The Bed? (18+)

2007!Turtles x reader

A/N: Tbh, they are mutants. If they wanted to break the bed, they would do it😂 Anyway, I gave the wheel a spin, and it decided on 2007 TMNT, so I hope you’ll enjoy💚

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Furniture and things breaking during sex, and sex lol.

Leonardo:

Leo is the least likely to break the bed while fucking you. That does not mean that he doesn’t go hard and rough, because damn, he does. It simply is because Leo is very aware of how the bed is going, while he is fucking you into the maddress.

He could be in the middle of turning your world upside down, fucking you so good that you were a moaning and whimpering mess, unable to formulate words, yet he would still notice if the bed’s creaking started to sound a little different under the two of you.

If the bed was about to break, Leo would be quick to notice, and before you would be able to realize anything was happening, Leo would already have you in a different position on a different part of the bed, relieving some of the tension on the bed frame.

But that did not mean in any way that he would slow down, instead wrapping a hand around your neck in whatever position you now found yourself in, telling you how good you were doing for him, continuing to go as hard and fast as before.

It wouldn’t stop the bed from creaking though, and Leo did find some kind of satisfaction in hearing how close the two of you were to breaking the furniture.

Raphael:

Raph is the most likely one to break the bed during sex. Actually, he has already done it a few times. He has broken his bed twice and yours once, costing you a trip to IKEA for a new bed, and a long complaint from your downstairs neighbour.

It was in the middle of the night when Raph had crawled through your window, wasting little time before the two of you were getting busy on your bed, with Raph going to absolute town on you. Your knees pressed to your chest in a mating press, with Raph pounding relentlessly into you, groaning in your ear, telling you how good you felt around him.

The bed was creaking violently, moving back and forth with each of Raph’s thrusts into you. Both of you could hear it, and after having broken Raph’s bed twice, you knew the sound of a bed falling apart. But with how good the two of you were feeling, neither of you cared, too deeply invested in your pleasure.

Suddenly there was a loud crack, followed by a bang. You screamed as the frame of the bed fell to the floor with a loud bang, followed by your neighbor screaming downstairs. But did Raph care? No. Not even a broken bed could stop him from continuing fucking you sensles.

Donatello:

Donnie breaking the bed during sex? Not very likely, but also not impossible. Sure he would make it creak like hell underneath you, making it very obvious what you were doing, even if you somehow managed to keep your sounds quiet.

It was actually quite a problem how noisy Donnie had made yours and his bed. You couldn’t even get ready to sleep him your own bed, without it creaking after the attack Donnie had caused it while fucking your brains out.

But if your bed was creaking badly, then Donnie’s bed was a screaming nightmare. It was loud, moving back and forth with each of Donnie’s thrusts into you, even banging against the wall at full force. But that didn’t do too much to dampen you and Donnie’s mood. Actually, very little could dampen your lustful mood when you were together. But it surely killed the mood for Donnie’s brothers who had to listen to it when they were in their own room.

The loud creaking and banging against the wall was enough to keep all three awake at night. It did muffle out the sounds of you and Donnie’s moans and groans, but the unmistakable sounds of furniture and walls gave you away. And yes, they had yelled at Donnie to get a new bed and move it away from the wall.

Michelangelo:

Well, you, Mikey and furniture had a complicated history to put it lightly. You may not have fully broken a bed together, but you did cause one of the legs on your bed to break beneath you once, where Mikey decided it would be fun to have you bouncing on him at the corner of your bed. Upsi.

One thing was the amount of times the two of you had accidentally knocked things onto the ground while going at it (which happened quite often. Many cups, glasses and lamps have been broken after falling from your nightstands), but nothing could compare to the time you broke not just a couch, but a coffee table as well during the same session.

You and Mikey had the lair to yourselves, so of course you decided to have sex on the couch. And it was there, in the middle of a rough and hot doggy, that the springs under you collapsed, causing the two of you to fall halfway through the couch.

But with you and Mikey being the horny fools that you were, you just moved from the couch to the coffee table. It was here, while you were laying with your back on the table, with Mikey thrusting between your legs, that two legs on the table broke, causing you to slide down onto the ground. And that was how you and Mikey ended up fucking on the floor in the middle of the lair.

[cherrylng]

My Chemical Romance [INROCK (January 2007)]

Photographer: P.G. BRUNELLI

[chadobi]

“Heavy Lies the Mask”

Bayverse Leonardo x Reader

Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Argument, Romantic Tension

Warnings: Emotional vulnerability, arguing, slight swearing, comfort, Leo being a stubborn emotionally constipated turtle

The lair was too quiet.

The kind of quiet that followed a verbal explosion, with everyone retreating to their corners to nurse bruised egos and emotions. You could still feel the burn of the tension that had ripped through the team earlier like a live wire. Donatello was holed up in his lab. Mikey hadn’t even tried to be funny when you passed him. Raph had punched a hole in the wall. Again.

And Leonardo was in the dojo, alone.

You stood in the doorway, watching him go through his katas—fluid, sharp, angry. Every movement was just a bit too aggressive. Every strike snapped like a whip, like he was trying to beat the air into submission.

“Rough night?” you asked, leaning against the frame.

He didn’t look at you. “Go home, Y/N.”

“No.”

His jaw twitched. “I’m not in the mood right now.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” you said, walking in. “You yelled at your brothers like they were soldiers in a boot camp. Even Mikey looked scared, and that never happens.”

“They weren’t taking anything seriously,” Leo snapped, stopping mid-swing. “Do you want to tell me how I’m supposed to plan a patrol when Raph argues with everything, Donnie keeps fact-checking me, and Mikey acts like it’s a damn game?”

“They’re trying, Leo. You just didn’t give them a chance to breathe.”

“I gave them direction,” he said stiffly, “and they threw it in my face.”

You crossed your arms. “That’s because you gave orders, not guidance. There’s a difference.”

He turned, finally looking at you—and his eyes were sharp. “So now this is my fault?”

“I didn’t say that,” you shot back. “But maybe you should stop acting like the only one whose opinion matters. You talk like they’re below you.”

“I am the leader.”

“Yeah? Then act like it.” Your voice rose before you meant it to. “Because right now you’re acting like a dictator who’s pissed nobody bowed down.”

Leo’s shoulders rose with a sharp inhale. “You have no idea what kind of pressure I’m under. I have to keep them safe. I have to think ten steps ahead so that one of them doesn’t get stabbed, or shot, or caught—”

“You think they don’t know that?” you snapped. “You think they don’t feel the same fear every time they go topside? You’re not the only one putting your life on the line, Leo. But you act like their safety is all on you. That’s not leadership. That’s martyrdom.”

The words hung in the air like broken glass, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, more quietly, you said, “You’re their leader. Not their boss. They follow you because they trust you, not because they’re forced to.”

He exhaled, like the words deflated something in him.

“I’m trying,” he said finally. “But if I don’t take control, everything falls apart.”

“No,” you said, stepping closer, voice softer now. “If you don’t let go, you fall apart. And they need you whole, Leo. Not just standing, but present. Human.”

“I’m not—”

“You know what I mean.”

He looked away, jaw clenched tight, like he hated how right you sounded. Like it hurt to be seen this clearly.

You reached out and gently touched his arm. “I know you carry more than your share. I see how hard you try. But you push everyone away when things get tough—including me.”

That hit deeper than you expected. His gaze flicked back to you, and something raw surfaced in his expression.

“I didn’t mean to push you away,” he said, voice barely audible. “But I can’t let myself fall apart. If I do, who’s left to keep us together?

“You don’t have to be made of stone to be strong, Leo.” You stepped closer, reaching for his hand. “You can lean on people. On me.”

He looked down at your intertwined fingers, something shifting behind his eyes. Shame, maybe. Gratitude. A little fear.

“I don’t know how to do that,” he admitted. “Not really.”

You smiled faintly. “Good news: you don’t have to know. You just have to try.”

He let out a long breath, like he’d been holding it for days. Then, slowly, his fingers curled around yours.

“I really screwed things up tonight,” he murmured.

“Not beyond fixing,” you said gently. “But you should talk to them. Not as their leader. As their brother.”

He nodded. A pause, then: “Do you think they hate me right now?”

“They’re pissed,” you said honestly. “But they love you. That’s why it hurts when you act like this. You matter too much to them.”

Leo swallowed hard and glanced at you again. His expression had softened—no longer that tightly-wound leader you’d walked in on. Just Leo. A little lost, but not alone.

“Do you hate me?” he asked quietly.

You stepped forward and gently rested your forehead against his. “Not even a little,” you whispered. “But don’t make me fight you just to be there for you, okay?”

He chuckled softly—a small, tired sound. “I’ll try.

“Good.” You kissed the edge of his jaw, light and warm. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

[oozedninjas]

Spring fleeting

A/N: Fucking rude of me not to have fed my pretty girlies in this much while. In compensation, I offer you: a mating season special!!! You can shoot in a prompt and I'll turn it into a short smut ;) ily!!

Warnings: 18+ / MDNI / Smut / NSFW / edging, orgasm denial, dom!turtles, oral sex / General verses / Mutant guys are 25-29 y/o and they're suffering from spring heat!

Leo doesn't want to breathe because if he does he might get carried away by your scent. He watches from a safe distance never leaving sight of your neck and shoulders. Fuck, he wants to bite them, suck on them, lick a stripe over your pulse line that would cut your breath sharply. Shit, he wants you to hold from the upper end of his shell, begging. Before he registers he's calling your name. Let him lure you elsewhere, yeah?

Raph loves fucking you stupid. Your eyes closed and gaped mouth have him on the verge of coming. Words scarcely coherent enough to moan for more. He's balls deep in you, aching to fill you up once more. But Raph edges himself, just for the bliss of numbing everything away with each crashing orgasm. 

He trembles inside you, cum dripping from your abused cunt as he thrusts. Fuck you love him, you're crazy about him, and he just grins, amused at your stupid failed attempts to communicate it.

Donatello's knowledge of each sensitive part in your body borders on mean when he uses it like this. From your neck to your back, to your lower half. He's held you still for what feels like ages, nibbling, marking, and kissing the bruise after. But none of what he's done equals the cruel way he's sucking your clit: just enough to make your back arch, but never quite granting release. 

Begging wouldn't suffice, it wasn't about that. It was about him showing you how fucking good he could make you feel if you let him, how hard you could come just by his expert tongue. And shit, who are you kidding? You fucking adore it.

Mikey loves how hot you look riding his cock. He's got the best of views! Everything in you is perfect. He reaches up, palming every bit of skin he can get his hands on, squeezing, pinching, scratching. He loves it when his touch makes you weak enough to lose the rhythm, seemingly tumbling over his plastron, finally giving out. 

He's softer when he's had enough, and brings your mouth to his gently, big hands covering your back, pushing you down to his chest before he thrusts up. He reaches that sweet spot so easily like this, and your clit rubs so deliciously over the lower part of his plastron. Come on, don't hold back, you don't gotta do nothing, just relax.

[thursdaysyme]

tmnt 2007 doodles between homework assignments

[forgetful-nerd]

(I am trying to collect them all)