#TMNT X Reader

[stellaspectral]

Perfectly In Sync (one-shot)

🧡 ROTTMNT Michelangelo/Female Reader 🧡

“Okay, you gotta trust me on this,” he says, his eyes scanning the menu. “Taro milk tea with strawberry popping boba and lychee jelly. It’s a work of art.” “That sounds less like a drink and more like a science experiment,” you laugh. “But I’ll trust your judgement on this one, Michelangelo.” Using his full name makes him startle, then grin. “My brothers call me that when I’m in trouble.” “Are you in trouble?” you ask. “The jury’s still out on that one,” he says with a wink.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Tags: Reader-Insert, Female Reader, Fluff, Aged-Up Character(s), Human/Turtle Relationships (TMNT), Good Older Sibling Leonardo (TMNT), Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Soft Michelangelo (TMNT), Artist Michelangelo (TMNT), Post-Movie: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2022), Anti-Mutant Sentiments (TMNT), Dancing, First Kiss, First Time, Fade to Black, Morning After, Happy Ending

Summary: Mikey has a big crush: on you, the incredible dancer he watches on his laptop screen every day. But when he finally gets the courage to visit your studio, he finds you need a hero more than you need a perfect dance partner.

Maybe he can be both.

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[chadobi]

Hiyaaa, I have a request ^ ^

Do think you could make some headcanons of how the Bayverse boys would act around you when they start to have feelings for the reader? like how fast they would realise they had feelings, whether they would try hinting it or keep it hidden, if how they act around reader changes drastically or has little to no difference.

And also, if you want to, headcanons of the Bayverse boys when it comes to confessions? Like if they're the ones who confess or reader has to be the one to confess, how they would react to it (if being confessed to), where it would happen or how it would happen (like is it just a random "funny thing, i've had a crush on you the past couple months" while watching TV or a carefully thought out plan to be as romantic and meaning as possible). Thank youu !!!

Oh my God, I absolutely love this idea! I hope you’ll like my version of it!

When They Realize They’re Falling for You (Bayverse TMNT x Reader)

Leonardo – The Slow Realizer, Quiet Protector

Catching Feelings

•Leo takes a long time to realize he’s falling. He’s so focused on duty, leadership, and keeping his brothers safe that he suppresses anything that feels “too personal.”

•At first, he just notices he’s always hyper-aware of your presence. He listens more intently when you speak, he watches how others interact with you.

•When he does realize it’s romantic, he’s deeply conflicted. He doesn’t think he should have feelings, let alone act on them.

•Still, his behavior shifts:

•He starts checking in on you more.

•Offers to train with you a lot (even if you don’t fight).

•Subtle smiles just for you, more eye contact, softer voice.

Confession

•Leo wouldn’t confess first unless he’s sure you return the feelings.

•If you confess, he’s initially surprised but serious, giving you his full focus. He wants to be sure you understand what being with him means.

•When he confesses (if ever), it’s carefully thought out, private, and sincere.

•Likely late at night, maybe on a rooftop, when the city is quiet.

•Might say something like: “I tried not to feel this way. But it’s you. It’s always been you.”

•He’ll make you feel safe, like you just unlocked the part of him no one else gets to see.

Donatello – The Overthinker, Gentle Nerd

Catching Feelings

•Donnie realizes it pretty fast, but he immediately falls into denial.

•“It’s just dopamine. She makes me laugh. That doesn’t mean anything.”

•Internally, he’s spiraling. He’ll replay your interactions in his head, obsess over every detail. Externally? He’s awkward as hell.

•Starts inventing reasons to be near you: fixing your phone, upgrading your laptop, making gadgets “just because.”

•Blushes a lot, laughs at your jokes (even the bad ones), and gets nervous touching you.

•His voice cracks. He stammers. It’s kind of adorable.

Confession

•He wants to confess, but it takes him forever to work up the nerve.

•If you confess first, he’s shocked and then so relieved he just starts rambling:

•“Wait, really? You too? Because I-I’ve had this hypothesis for weeks, but I didn’t want to assume and-oh my god, I’m so glad-”

•If he confesses:

•He’ll do it through a gadget, maybe he gives you something with a little message hidden in the code.

•Or he leaves a note tucked in a repair he did for you.

•Or blurts it out randomly after a bonding moment, like:

•”You know I think about you more than is statistically healthy, right?”

Raphael – The Deniable Crush, Slow Burn Angst

Catching Feelings

•Last to admit it to himself. He feels it , hard but refuses to name it.

•Acts like nothing’s changed, but his brothers can tell, he’s more irritable, distracted, easily jealous.

•He’ll tease you more, maybe annoy you just to get your attention.

•If you’re in danger, he goes feral. No hesitation, no chill. You become his number one priority.

•He stares at you a lot when you’re not looking. The moment you catch him, he grumbles and looks away.

•Deep down, he thinks he’s too messed up to be loved, so he guards his heart fiercely.

Confession

•Will not confess unless pushed to the absolute emotional limit, like you’re leaving, or he thinks he’s lost you.

•If you confess first:

•Freezes.

•Once he believes you, he opens up in the most raw, honest way.

•If he confesses:

•It’ll be mid-argument or emotionally charged moment.

•“You don’t get it… I can’t stop thinking about you, and it’s driving me insane.”

•Might kiss you in the middle of a breakdown, then apologize for being rough.

Michelangelo – The Heart-on-His-Sleeve Flirt

Catching Feelings

•Realizes it first and fastest.

•At first, he thinks it’s just another crush. But when he notices how nervous you make him, how badly he wants your approval, he knows it’s more.

•Suddenly, his flirting becomes more genuine, a little softer.

•He starts doing little things just for you, your favorite snacks, playlists, inside jokes.

•Will still joke and play, but his eyes linger longer. His hugs last a bit too long. He gets quieter when you’re sad, he feels it with you.

Confession

•Most likely to confess first, but in a very Mikey way.

•Might be spontaneous, like while playing games or watching TV:

•“So, like… funny thing. I’ve been totally in love with you for, like, three months. Cool, right?”

•If you confess first:

•He will absolutely scream internally.

•Grins the widest you’ve ever seen. Might tackle-hug you.

•“You’re joking. Wait, for real? For REAL? Bro, I’m gonna cry. Don’t look at me.”

•After that, he’s all in. Constant compliments, physical affection, proud to show he’s yours.

[girl-loves-nerds]

Sleepy heads

[oozedninjas]

This hollow, beautiful place

⚠️ WARNING: NSFW | MDNI | SMUT | 18+ | female reader | mentions of mutant dick | explicit language | light dirty talk | 2012!verse | Summary: Leo is late twenties and he thought he could be fuck buddies. Spoiler alert: he failed.

He had stuffed his mutant dick inside you before, treating you like a fuck toy — but fuck, this was the first time his traitorous heart was beating, reaching for yours, urging it to respond.

This wasn't supposed to happen. It had to be a one-time thing. He agreed to it too... so why? Why had he come knocking on your window again? Why had you allowed him this far inside you once more? It had to mean something. 

 “I feel so close to you like this,” you gasped, your ragged breath making the words tremble.

Leo groaned, snapping his hips harder against yours. God, he wanted to answer; to tell you how much you’d gotten under his skin, how your scent was burned into his marrow, how he could barely push away the ruinous memory of your nails scraping over his shell during day training.

But he couldn’t. You wouldn’t feel the same. And he understood, right then, that he wasn’t going to survive that blow. So instead, he kissed you again: deep, greedy, urgent; letting you taste every broken plea he could not speak. Suddenly, being buried balls-deep inside you wasn’t enough. The soft, desperate moans, your begging for him to let you come— it wasn’t enough. He had to feel your heartbeat through his plastron. 

Closer.

His breath became erratic, desperate, drawing groans into the crook of your neck as he slipped his arms under you, pressing you tighter against him. Your skin burned into his, cold blood against heat. So fucking good he almost came just from that.

Closer.

"Leo..." 

More. Say his name more. Ask him not to leave when you're done. 

The heat in his belly coiled, dragging him to the edge. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, broken, and embarrassingly drunk-like.

"Fucking come t-together with me, come—" 

“Fucking come t-together with me, come—”

He buried his face in the hollow of your throat, drawing in your scent, clinging to you as though you were the last warm thing on a freezing world. And he came. Hard. Helpless. Deep. He felt you pulsing around him right after, your head falling back in bliss.

He gazed at your face, beautifully relaxed and catching your breath. A faint smirk of resignation crossed his lips as he realized that fucking you was never going to be enough from now on. Not when you were the only thing that made him feel enough in a world that scraped him raw trying to make him fulfill a role: leader, protector, eldest of four. Even if they were nearing their thirties, it didn’t make anything easier. Expectations didn’t age. But as long as he stayed here, in this hollow, beautiful place where he could breathe inside your heart, he only had to be him. Nothing more. And that was enough.

“I’m screwed.”

“What?” You opened your eyes, faintly trying to make sense of what he’d said.

He kissed you before you could. Thrusting in once again, he growled, “I wanna fuck my cum right back inside this lovely pussy.”

He purred against your lips, feeling a swell of pride when you clenched around him. Maybe this was all he needed: to ruin you for anyone else. Maybe then you’d ask him to stay.

[theartofwoompwoomps]

if you are writing for Tmnt 2012, please have a reader who reciprocates the feelings of a turtle (leo, rpah, donnie, mikey) after their confession but does not want to be in a relationship with him for fear that he will lead Krang or Shredder straight to their hideout.....how do the turtles react, do they try to dissuade the reader from this idea, or do they emphasize their decisions

Thanks

It’s complicated?…

I love this ask so much, I might have gotten carried away lol ٩( ᐛ )و thanks for the ask !

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Leo was conflicted. Sure he’s no expert when it came to relationships but he thought you felt the same. 

No. 

He was sure you liked him back. 

It didn’t make sense, but in that moment he couldn’t oppose. And simply accepted your rejection. 

At first it wasn’t noticeable to you how much this affected him. In fact, he seemed to be improving in everything.

Yet the emotional drainage and him getting sloppy from the burnout almost lead to one of his brothers getting seriously injured on a mission.

That’s when the line was crossed and he’s determined to find you. 

He has questions and needs answers.

Doesn’t matter the time or your current location this man would spend hours tracking you down. When he does inevitably find you home he taps your window awaiting for you to let him in.

“Leo?!” You unlock the window, “What are doing here?! It’s still daylight.” You look around whisper shouting as you pull him indoors. “I swear if there isn’t a good reason for this I’m telling Splinter.” You huff out after closing the blinds.

But as you turn around your eyes meet together, his gaze filled with yearning and pain. Guilt claws your stomach knowing you could’ve accepted… but you didn’t.

“You seem to be doing well.” 

He’s smiling,..but he’s no longer looking at you. “Can i know why you rejected me?” 

Your heart drops a bit, and you relent. He hears you out. Tries to convince you that wouldn’t happen, he wouldn’t allow it.

But if you persist he drop the topic. After all, he never came to change your mind. He came for answers, and that’s what he got.

Yet there’s something you didn’t think of, you technically admitted you liked him as well. This motivated him to continue perusing you, to prove to you he can protect those he care about. 

And with time he hopes you’ll trust him enough to let him love you fully.

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Donnie wasn’t lacking when it came to intelligence. But another thing that he has in common with his brothers, other than being well, mutant turtles, was that he certainly lacked experience in the romance area.

And after learning that what he felt for April wasn’t true love, more like an obsessed attachment, he decided to understand his emotions better.

so when the time came, he knew what he felt for you was love, and he knew you felt the same !

which is why your answer broke him.

he was so sure he did everything right.

he learned to build healthy relationships, took his time to get to know you, saw that you were also interested, and he took a chance.

upon hearing your answer he probably would just say okay with a shaky breath. And later that night analyze every little detail.

his search to find what he did is so thorough it takes him days to realize he needs to confront you.

when he does you immediately are fretting about how tired he looks.

his eyes red from dryness, big bags under his eyes, and turtle skin a pit on the paler side.

“Donnie ! Are you alright !?” your softer hands than his inspecting him “you seem very unwell.” Your brows frowning and eyes filled with concern. “That’s it. I’ve decided,” you grip his hand, “Ima make sure you rest, even if it’s the last thing I do.”

heh,…. It’s almost as if you do like him back.

“say, why did you reject?”

….

It was hard, but even you couldn’t keep it from him any longer. So you confessed, “It’s not because I don’t like you. I actually really do. I’m just worried.”

after finding out the real reason and hearing your explanation he quickly pulled you to a hug. Wrapping his arms around you, you can feel his breath on your neck.

“oh (y/n), I’m sorry you had to deal with this burden for so long.”

a wave of peace hitting you harder from being understood. You warp your arms around him as well. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

“That’s alright , i think your decision is logical. You are very brave for dealing with the cards you’ve been handed.”

letting go as you step back to see his face, “please, i feel more like im trapped between the wall and the sword, and if i don’t get hurt the person most important to me well end up suffering the consequences.”

knowing that your word hold some truth, he gently caresses you face.

“Well then, I guess you’re lucky the person most important than you is in charge of security.” Tilting your head he explains, “think about it. If you’re worried about being followed then all i have to do is amp up our security measures.”

taking another breath he can see your worry calm down a little.

“Don’t worry, we can work on this together.”

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Raph would be shattered. 

The date had been going well, thanks to the help of his brothers and April, you were enjoying yourself. 

“I don’t understand (name), there’s got to be reason right?” He was desperate, searching but your eyes held no response. 

“I promise it’s not your fault.”

But what was he supposed to think when he heard that. It’s cause he’s mutant right. Of course how could he have been so stupid.

It would have never worked out.

He lets you leave, no other words spoken. Out of all the brothers he’d probably get more silent after this. Wouldn’t contact you, straight up avoid being around you for too long, and leave the room whenever you were mentioned. 

It wasn’t cause he blamed you. Rather he knows if he stays any minute longer he’ll breakdown. 

Many months would pass until he spoke to you again. Well technically you approached him. If only you knew the pain of wishing for your love.

You knew he liked you, and you still treated him the same. It bothered him. Shouldn’t you be more considerate? Can’t you see he’s trying to leave? 

But you don’t let him. 

“What’s your problem name!?”

You back off, he’s sheds a tear before aggressively rubbing it off. “Sorry. I need to attend something.”

Honestly if you were to tell him the real reason for your decision it would be out of your own pain and yearning.

It would be no easy task to tell him. 

When he finds out the truth he’d hug you tightly. Saying something along the lines 

“Idiot there’s a reason you have me.”

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Mikey would think you’re joking at first.

“wait—you’re being serious?”

The glare you give him is more than enough for him to get the memo. Though he still doesn’t believe you don’t want to date him, and he’s internally panicking so he impulsively starts hitting on you even more.

“Oh cmon love, no need to be so stingy. I mean look,” he points to his pouty face, “how could you eversay no to a face like this?” 

“..Okayy not in a mood for jokes. Noted. But you should be more serious as well, especially with my heart in your hands.” 

You give him the opposite, “i mean it Mikey. I’m not play around this time.”

He drops the act and steps closer, “Well I’m not playing either (name). Can’t you tell me at least why?”

After explaining yourself Mikey would point out both pro’s n cons to the decision. 

Like how even if you’re not dating they still face danger, and he’ll keep feeling the same way. And if you dated he’d have a reason to be more careful. 

Basically he talks out all possibilities with you, and out of all the brothers he resolves this issue the very same day it approached.

Maybe out of fear you still would reject him but he wouldn’t pressure you. This guys is paciente, and for you he’d wait his whole life if needed.

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Masterlist

[delulu-julia]

hey! this is my first request eveer in this app, so excuse my inexperience! If you don't mind, what are your thoughts in a shinobu-like reader with the tmnt 2012? I mean someone who specializes in poisons/chemisty, has a smaller build and is sweet on the outside, but somewhat more sinister on the inside? Take your time, and have a great day!

Tmnt 2012 x Shinobu!Reader (Demon slayer)

(gn reader)

Okay so basically this request brought me back to live and made me want to write something after a while so yeah thank you very muchhh (Also you made me realise that I want to rewatch this anime. Anyway enjoy)

Leonardo

"You’re… oddly calm for someone who could kill us all with a teaspoon."

At first, Leo is unsure whether to admire or fear you.

He’s drawn to your precision. Your movements, your speech, your choices. Everything feels intentional. That discipline commands his respect. Your kind demeanor clashes with your skill set, and it unsettles him in a way he can’t ignore

But still, your sweetness bothers him. He senses something off and it’s makes him feel aware even more.

When he learns you’re a chemist and poison expert, he mentally marks you as dangerous and then immediately scolds himself for the thought

He tries to treat you as an equal in group but is often caught watching you closely, trying to read the layers beneath your soft voice.

When you talk about toxins or deadly compounds with a serene smile, he listens intently… then asks, too quickly: “Have you ever actually used that on someone?” The way you talk about poisons while smiling so gently makes him tense

You saved his life by poisoning a Foot assassin mid-battle. He can’t stop thinking about it. He kinda owes you now, and it’s makes him nervous

Also, about saving lifes. He never actually thought of you as a real fighter… well, because you seemed to be small, soft spoken and kinda gentle. Not the set for someone who can stand for themself’s

So the second he saw you in danger, he rush to save you, not thinking much

“Stand back, we’ll handle—“

…but then you just dismantle your attackers with terrifying efficiency. You drop three ninjas in the time it takes him to blink. His ego takes a hit.

The idea of someone so delicate-looking wielding deadly knowledge fascinates and worries him. He trains harder around you, half to impress, half to remind himself he could stop you if he had to.

Later, he quietly asks you to spar, claiming it’s "…To learn your techniques" (actually he just wants to understand you more… and also kinda testing himself against you)

By the way, you beat him in a duel, flipping him onto his shell with a well-placed kick. He spends three days reworking his entire fighting style because of you

Don’t worry, after a while he’ll accept you, when he realizes he trusts you deeply. In his eyes, you’re the kind of warrior who chooses calm, rather than needing to fight for it.

But no matter how long you’ll be in their team, Leo will always watch you carefully. Not because he thinks of betrayal, but because he senses the storm behind the still water. There will be always something unspoken about you that he can’t understand, but he wants to so badly. What made you be like this?

He doesn’t always understand your colder decisions (like neutralizing enemies permanently) but he learns to appreciate your reasoning, even when it frightens him

If romance builds, it’s slow. A gesture here, a shared stare there. No unnecessary words or big actions. One time you gently adjusts his bandana and it undoes him for the whole week

If you’re ever injured, his protective instincts spike tenfold. Not because he sees you as weak, but because he knows how many masks you wears to hide your limits

You two have deep conversations about morality (once he’ll trust you enough) about control, and what it means to “protect”

Donatello

"Your knowledge of alkaloids is… breathtaking."

The second he hears you work with poisons, he launches into a ramble about toxins, neurotoxins, antidotes, hoping to impress.

When you keep up or even correct him, it stuns him. He falls in love a little right there.

You critique his formulas in front of April. His pride is bruised

Instantly obsessed. You’re the only person who understands his rants about molecular structures

Donnie is deeply curious about your work, constantly trying to pick apart how you isolate toxins or stabilize volatile substances, so expect him to be next to you all the time

"Hypothetically… would you ever consider… joint research?"

He offers you access to his lab space, a huge gesture for him. And you treat it with careful respect, always cleaning up after yourself and labeling things in perfect handwriting. You’re so gentle with him it makes him craving your attention 24/7

You sometimes tease him for being messy in his notes and not mixing some chemicals right. He teases back about your disturbingly cheerful way of describing neurotoxins.

The moment he sees your fighting, he’s quietly horrified. Torn between awe and dismay when you use a contact poison to paralyze an enemy mid-strike

"Wait, did they just… Hold on, are they actually using some tetrodotoxin on him right now?— Holy shell, that’s… Fascinating”

Calculates the physics of your moves in real-time. The numbers don’t add up—

He’ll beg you to teach him how to weaponize chemistry like you do. You give him fake formulas just to mess with him, but he’ll appreciate it so much that he won’t even notice it at first

The only thing that unsettles him is how calm you are in the face of pain. He once sees you get grazed by an enemy’s blade, you treat the wound like it’s nothing.

So yeah, of course he notices that something’s wrong under that smile. Your cheerful tone never quite reaches your eyes. It bothers him, but he can’t bring himself to ask… yet.

I mean he aware of your darker edge since the beginning, and he respects it. After all, he has his own obsessive streaks and dangerous ideas

He sometimes worries about what you’re capable of, but he trusts your intentions more than his fear.

One day, you make him a custom sedative for his migraine. It’s harmless. Kind. Useful. He keeps the empty vial like a love letter.

Sooner or later you’ll start geeking out together in his lab. Your interactions are charged with quiet admiration and late-night experiments. Your lab conversations are dangerously flirty. Soft laughter, subtle compliments masked as “scientific observations.”

Eventually, he realizes he’s falling for you, not just for your mind, but for how carefully you keep control. It’s terrifying and beautiful. Can’t tell if it’s actual crush tho. I mean, for Donnie you are perfect. You are kind, smart, gentle, incredibly dangerous but at the same time not so simple. I would say you’re more like a role model for him

In fact, he wants to solve you as much as some super difficult math problem. He is just incredibly curious about the part of you that you so desperately hide, and if you tell him even a little about your trauma or origins, he will be so, so happy. He’ll listen like it’s sacred. No judgment. Only quiet understanding and softly murmured

Raphael

At first, Raph does not trust you, not even a little. You’re too quiet. Too calm. Too clean. Something about you makes his instincts itch.

That’s why he watches you more than anyone else. You literally can catch his gaze every time you look at him. Every. Time. The more he learns about you, the more he suspects.

Don’t think he hates you tho. He admire skills, and you’ve got plenty. What unnerves him is how you hide it behind soft laughter and polite nods.

You have the strongest dynamics from all. You clash at first: sarcasm vs politeness. You, with all your pretty smile and logical responses sometimes drive him nuts.

It means you argue a lot. You never yell at him back, your answers either super polite, either super sarcastic. He notices how you never flinch at his temper. In fact, you laugh, never taking his anger seriously, making him feel dumb.

But don’t worry, after a few sharp-edged missions together, a begrudging respect forms. It doesn’t mean that he trust you, but now he gives you opportunity to speak and can actually listen to you sometimes

Also, loves your unapologetic lethality. You’re the only one who doesn’t judge him for enjoying a good, messy fight, and he appreciate it

When it’s comes to your first fight, he doesn’t think much from you. Seeing your body complexion, Raph assumes you to be all tricky, no power…Sweet voice, tiny frame. Must be fragile.

He doesn’t mean to be condescending, but he definitely tells you to “stay back” when there is some crowd of Kraangs that want to kick your asses

…Until you slams a Kraang into the wall so hard its wiring sparks. You made it look so effortless. You didn’t hesitate. Didn’t even grunt. The same smile, the same look.

His eyes go wide. Then narrow. Raph stops fighting for a split second just to watch. His brain cannot compute.

“…Okay, tiny.”

For the rest of the fight, he keeps trying to catch your messing up. You never do.

He has a minor identity crisis. His whole personality is raw power: he’s strongest, he’s biggest and toughest… and now here’s this calm, petite chemist wrecking dudes with their hands behind their back practically.

Secretly, he loves how unfazed you are. Power that doesn’t need to prove itself? That’s rare. That’s terrifying. That’s… hot.

He starts sparring with you a lot after that. It’s not about dominate. It’s about learning

You beat him in a fight using pure dirty tricks. He’s furious… and weirdly aroused

When he finally understands that you’re not danger for them, that you even useful, he finally softens. It’s raw and clumsy, without any words, but you’ll see it in his actions. How he backs you up in battles and offers you pizza after. How he worries when you’re in trouble, or how he lets you heal him, not looking at you with suspect. You’re the part of the team now, congrats. Don’t mess up.

He’s surprisingly good at reading your rage in disguise. He’s got the same kind. He sees your hands shake or your face twitching when no one else does.

You both have things to hide, and you both know that. Your dark sides align unexpectedly well. He’s more emotionally flexible than he seems, and you’re less heartless than you pretend. It’ll take time, but if you’ll do everything right, you’ll see Raph at the sides no one usually does

Michelangelo

At first, he thinks you’re a “Tiny smiling butterfly” and wants to be besties. He calls you stuff like “Little Miss Toxic Sugarplum” You smile at the nicknames but never quite lets him in. That makes him try harder.

When you describe poisons, he’s the only one who isn’t freaked out, just curious.

“Wait, wait— it melts the insides? DUDE.”

He volunteers to taste-test everything, even when you warn him not to.

“Whoa! This one tastes like watermelon!…Wait, why is my tongue numb—?”

Your dynamic is comfy and warm. There isn’t any problems. He helps you heal after hard missions. Makes dumb jokes when you’re patching people up. Makes you laugh in general. Brings sugar to your bitter tea. He will definitely find an approach to you

Mikey sees your past masks because he wears one too. He recognizes the way you hide pain behind sweetness.

He doesn’t push. Instead, he gently includes you in the group, offers you food, shows you his comics. Normalcy. No hurry.

One day, want you or not, he’ll make you laugh for real. Not the polite, serene kind, but a sharp, sudden giggle. He’ll remember that for days.

If you open up, even a little, he listens with surprising maturity. Mikey may be goofy, but he feels deeply. And he’s glad that you choose him to speak out

Mikey’s the only one who never underestimated you, but even he didn’t expect this.

The moment when you show your real powers and fight skills, show him that your not as simple as you seems, he’ll be charmed. Then intrigued. Then deeply, deeply invested.

He’s hyping you up before the fight, looking at you with starts in his eyes. Can’t say that he isn’t kinda worry about you tho…because well you’re so small and seems so fragile! But he's nearby, and if anything he'll help, right?

“You got this, Buttercup! I believe in yo—”

You casually suplexes a robot twice your size like it weighs nothing, and kick another into a wall without breaking your grin.

‘Wait…what?’

Mikey audibly screams. His expression changes from existential to…shock?

The way your dodge…no. You are literally flying next to the opponent, at the same time punching them so hard and not missing a single hit. There is more enemies behind, but you handled it just perfect. Like it wasn’t serious. You didn’t flinch, not even frown. Not a single sweat. You fight the way he never saw. He can't even catch your movements with his gaze, dammit! That’s how you fast—

“OH MY GOSH YOU’RE A BEAST—”

He yelp, before you tackling another robot. Seeing this contrast in your looks and your fight style makes his opinion about you changes instantly

Afterward, Mikey is bouncing around you like a puppy.

“You broke that Kraang’s arm and smiled the whole time. Do you realize how COOL that is???”

Starts bragging about you constantly to his brothers and enemies like:

“You don’t wanna mess with them. They once crushed a robot with their knee and didn’t even flinch.”

You’re graceful, yes. But your strength is jaw-dropping. And you look so peaceful doing it. Like the violence doesn’t affect you at all.

Lowkey starts training more seriously because you inspire him.

You teach him about pressure points once. He pretends he doesn’t remember. But he totally does. Uses it later to protect you.

If he falls in love, it’s warm, chaotic, and healing. Your darkness doesn’t scare him. He accepts it with joy. “You’re spooky sometimes, babe. I love it.”

I’m seeing him as he tries to confess to you… while hallucinating from your latest experiment. "Dude, the ceiling is singing…"

[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

[tmntfixationxreader]

Y/n: Would you love me if I was a beach ball?

Donnie: We both know how I feel about beach balls... So no.

*****

Y/n hours later: *sighs loudly*

Mikey: What's wrong, Y/n?

Y/n: Donnie says he doesn't love me...

Donnie, yelling from his laboratory: AS A BEACH BALL!!

[stellaspectral]

Ok so can you do one of tmnt 2012 Leonardo like a cute story how he sees his s/o comes to the lair to show off her new hair dew like she has EPIC blue highlights like his signature color and like it’s a story story and not headcanons I NEED DA FLUUFFFFF 💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙.

Ps: looooooove your writing ✍️ 💙💙💙🩵💙💙🩵💙🩵🩵💙🩵💙💙🩵💙

A/N: Thank you! I’m so glad you enjoy my writing 😊

And I hope you enjoy this tooth-rottingly sweet story! 💖

A Little Piece of You (fluff)

💙 2012 Leonardo/Female Reader 💙

CWs: Fluff, established relationship, romantic gestures, kissing, and light brotherly teasing. All characters are aged-up.

The cool air does little to quell the excited, fluttering warmth in your chest.

You pull the hood of your hoodie further over your head, a grin you can’t contain tugging at your lips. Every step you take towards the sewer entrance makes you giddy with anticipation. After what felt like an eternity in a salon chair, your hair was finally done.

And today is the day you’ll be showing it off.

It’s been hours since you left the salon, and you couldn’t stop running your fingers through your blue highlights. And you can’t help but smile each time you glimpse them in a shop window or a car mirror. It’s bold. Different. But more than anything—it’s him.

Leo’s shade of blue.

You’ve been thinking about doing it for weeks. The idea hit you randomly one night while hanging out at the lair—watching him train, graceful and composed, that signature blue bandana catching in the wind of each practiced move. You rarely go this far to surprise someone, but … Leo’s different.

He’s worth it.

You lift the heavy manhole cover and duck inside, descending the ladder. You navigate the familiar tunnels beneath the city, practically buzzing with excitement to see the look on his face. The distant, warm glow of the lair guides your way.

You skip through to the end of a tunnel, rounding the last corner. As you emerge and descend the ladder to the main entrance, the sounds from the lair grow louder. You try to slow your pace, aiming for an air of nonchalance, but the butterflies in your stomach flap uncontrollably.

Once your feet are on the ground and you’re in the common area, you take a deep breath before pulling your hood down. You shake your head, letting your hair fall freely around your shoulders. Mikey is the first to spot you. Though he’s mashing buttons on the pinball machine, his head whips around, his baby-blue eyes going wide.

“Whoa!” he shouts, abandoning his game entirely. He zips over to you, circling you like an excited puppy. “Your hair! It’s epic! Look at it!”

His exclamation draws the attention of the others.

Donnie looks up from a gadget he’s tinkering with, his intelligent eyes scanning you with analytical appreciation. “An interesting application of blue pigment,” he muses, a small smile on his face. “The placement is aesthetically pleasing. It suits you.”

Raph exits the dojo and looks at you. He has his arms crossed over his plastron, and you can see the genuine amusement and approval in the crinkle of his green eyes. “What’s this?” he teases, huffing a laugh. “Tryin’ to get on Fearless Leader’s good side?”

But your attention isn’t on them. Your gaze has already found the figure sitting cross-legged on the floor, mesmerized by the television screen.

Leo.

He’s so engrossed in Space Heroes he’s the last to react. Finally, he tears his gaze from Captain Ryan’s heroic speech, blinking as he turns to see what all the commotion is about. His gaze finds you standing there. And for a long moment, he just stares, the cartoon forgotten. He takes in your hair, his expression shifting from confusion to stunned silence.

Then a slow, wonderful smile spreads across his face, which always makes your stomach do a little flip.

“Wow,” he breathes out, the single word full of more awe than any of the others’ compliments.

Rising from the floor, he walks toward you. He doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of you, his gaze locked on the vibrant streaks woven through your hair. He opens his mouth, searching for the right word as he reaches out, tucking a highlighted strand behind your ear before examining another one. “It’s … blue,” he remarks softly, a hint of wonder in his voice.

Mikey groans dramatically in the background, Donnie clears his throat, and Raph mutters something, but a smile tugs his mouth as he vanishes into the dojo again. You and Leo barely notice. He’s still holding a strand of your hair, still looking at you like he can’t quite believe you’re real.

“Do you like it?” you ask, your voice full of a hope so big it almost hurts.

His eyes finally lift from your hair to meet yours. They are so warm, so full of affection, it almost takes your breath away. “I love it,” he says, his voice sincere. He tilts his head, a small, curious frown creasing his brow. “Why, though?”

You bite your lip and smile shyly. “It’s your color,” you state quietly. “I just … I wanted to have a little piece of you with me, even when you’re not around.”

His breath catches. The look on his face is one of pure joy, as if you’ve just handed him the most precious gift in the world. He gently takes your hand, lacing his fingers through yours and stroking his thumb over your knuckles. “That’s …” He trails off, shaking his head slightly as if to straighten out his thoughts. “That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, right at your hairline. When he pulls back, his smile is bright enough to light up the entire lair. “It’s perfect,” he says, his eyes twinkling as he looks from your hair to your eyes and back again. “You’re perfect.”

And as he pulls you into a secure hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck, you feel him smile against your skin—and you know that all those hours in the salon were completely and totally worth it.

He pulls back, just enough to look at you, but his hands remain firmly on your waist, keeping you close. The awe hasn’t left his expression; if anything, it has deepened into something reverent. You watch as his gaze travels from your eyes to the blue highlights and back again, as if he’s trying to memorize every detail.

“I still can’t quite believe it,” he murmurs. He reaches up with one hand, his touch feather light as he once again traces the path of a vibrant blue streak. “It’s the exact shade.”

A shy laugh escapes you. “I, uh, may have brought a photo of your bandana with me to the salon,” you confess, feeling a blush rise on your cheeks.

His laugh is a low, warm rumble in his chest. “Of course you did,” he says, his voice thick with an affection that makes your heart soar. He shakes his head slowly, but his smile only widens, crinkling the corners of his eyes. “You are … something else.”

His hands slide from your waist and up your back, pulling you flush against his plastron. He lowers his head, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your lips for a fraction of a second before meeting yours again. You nod, and that’s all an answer he needs.

His lips meet yours. One of his hands stays on your back, holding you steady, while the other comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin gently. Your own hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping the smooth, hard shell as your heart hammers a frantic rhythm against your ribs.

When you both pull back for air, your head is spinning pleasantly. A slow, happy smile spreads across his face once more.

“Blue,” he murmurs, “is definitely your color.”

You laugh, a breathless sound. “I was hoping you’d think so.”

“Soooooo …” a voice pipes up, shattering the perfect bubble around you. “Are you guys gonna finish making googly eyes at each other, or can we order a pizza? All this romance is making me hungry!”

You both look up to see Mikey looking at you, a cheeky grin on his face. Donnie appears behind him, knocking him lightly on the back of the head.

“Mikey, tact, please,” Donnie scolds, though the corner of his own mouth is twitching in amusement.

Leo just laughs, the sound bright and unbothered as he guides you over to the pit. Pulling you down to sit beside him, his arm comfortably drapes around your shoulders, drawing you against him. He looks over at his brothers, his joy too big to be contained.

“We’ll order pizza,” he announces, his gaze flicking back down to you. He reaches out and idly twirls a strand of your blue-streaked hair around his finger. “But first, finish watching his episode with me.”

You lean your head on his shoulder, a contented sigh escaping you.

You hang out at the lair for a few more hours, catching up with everyone. All the while, Leo sticks close—not overbearing, but always within reach. A hand on your shoulder here, a glance across the room there. Every time your eyes meet, he smiles.

You leave eventually, promising to come back the next night. Leo walks you to the ladder like he always does, but this time he pulls you in for a longer hug before you climb up. His fingers brush through your blue-highlighted hair again, and he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Still love it?” you tease.

He answers without hesitation. “More every time I see it.”

Your heart flutters. You leave the lair with a blush and a grin that sticks around for the rest of the evening.

Meanwhile, in the lair, Leo walks back into the common room. But the second he steps foot into the space—

“So …” Mikey starts, grinning like a cat who found the cream. “How does it feel knowing your girlfriend basically dyed her hair for you?”

Leo raises a brow ridge and tries to play it cool, but the faint flush crawling up his cheeks betrays him instantly. “Feels …” he begins, crossing his arms and lifting his chin slightly, “pretty awesome, actually.”

Raph snorts from the other side of the room. “You sap,” he mutters with a smirk, not bothering to hide the amused gleam in his eye. “Next thing we know, she’ll be wearin’ a blue mask to match yours.”

Leo opens his mouth to retort, but the image hits him harder than he expects. You. In his color. A laugh—genuine, quiet—slips from his throat, and he just shakes his head.

He hopes the color never fades.

[chadobi]

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

You’re More Human

TMNT Bayverse – Michelangelo x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

With him, silence felt unnatural.

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

He caught you looking. Tried to smile.

It didn’t reach his eyes.

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

That left you and Mikey.

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

Quiet.

Heavy.

Not even the TV was on.

“Hey,” you said gently. “You okay?”

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

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

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

You weren’t convinced.

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

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

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

You turned to face him.

He wasn’t looking at you.

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

You swallowed, hard.

“She was just scared,” you whispered.

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

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

It was warm. Rough. Strong.

And trembling slightly.

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

Mikey froze.

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

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

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

“Why not?”

“Because I’ll believe you.”

You rose slowly. “Good. You should.”

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

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

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

He stared at you, lips pressed tight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For a moment, everything was still.

Then he leaned in and kissed you.

Soft. Hesitant. Like a question.

You answered him with your lips.

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

“You mean it?” he whispered.

“Every word.”

“More human than most, huh?”

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

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

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

“Mikey!”

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

He set you down, holding you by the waist.

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

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

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

Still bruised. Still tired.

But light.

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

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

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

“What?”

“What you meant. About being human.”

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

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

You nodded. “Exactly.”

He kissed the top of your head and exhaled deeply.

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

You closed your eyes and held him tighter.

“You always will.”

[imauthicktic]

I’m in the works of stuff but need motivation 🤪 might post some of my incorrect quotes too

[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.

[faith-forgxtten-land]

Sloppy | Raphael

okay so this wasn’t a request but i’ve been MIA for a while and i haven’t really had the opportunity to write much over the past few months so this is really just writing practice (forgive me if it's subpar, i'm rusty)

also, if you've requested something, i promise that i'm working on it so please be patient!

made with bayverse in mind!!

warnings: NSFW, first thing i’ve properly written in months so be kind people, swearing, afab reader — mentions of pussy etc., oral sex (f!receiving), raph is a little feral and mean i feel… everyone is 18+!!, not proofread so lemme know if you notice any glaring errors

summary: raph eats your pussy; he’s greedy and sloppy (it’s perfect)

word count: 651 (short and not sweet)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

raph eats pussy like a man possessed. he’s sloppy and loud about it, spit and slick all over his face as he spreads your legs as wide as possible and then even wider. your hips ache from the stretch, and you can already tell you’ll be sore tomorrow, but all you can do is whine and moan, hands covering your heated face in a futile effort to silence yourself.

you can’t even grind down against him like this because the bastard has one arm casually slung over your stomach, his huge palm pressing down just so, enough to make you whimper. you can feel him grinning meanly against your thigh with each failed arch of your spine, nipping your flesh in cruel, teasing bites that are sure to leave purple marks, before he continues to lap at your cunt like he hasn’t eaten in a week.

“raph,” you wheeze desperately, whimpers getting stuck in your throat as he practically growls against you. the sound is dark and agonised, and you can’t help but gasp as he pushes a thick digit inside you. “raph, raph, raph—”

he tongues your clit and crooks his finger, and you can no longer breathe, hands now clenched into bedsheets and thighs shaking with every sloppy touch. “that’s it,” he rumbles, the vibrations only making you tremble more. “that’s it, give it to me.”

your moans fill the room in perfect harmony with the filthy squelch of your pussy as raph fucks you with his calloused finger. it’s already too much, but you think you might pass out when he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks like he’s trying to reap your soul. “oh my god—”

you’re whining so loud, choked, and so, so needy, but you can’t find it within you to feel shame even as a distant part of your brain acknowledges that you won’t be able to look his brothers in the eye for a good week after this.

white eclipses your vision when you come, falling headfirst over that precipice that you’ve been teetering on for god knows how long. you fall silent when you do, mouth parted and back finally arching as raph lets your body take exactly what it needs; he lets you grind your hips down, mouth still fixed over your clit as your thighs clamp down around his skull.

he’s mumbling something dirty and full of sacrilege when you finish, his words a wicked churr that tips you into oversensitivity, and you whine weakly when he keeps moving his finger inside you, letting it drag against your slick walls with a slightly sadistic delight.

he chuckles when you slap his forearm weakly, but he acquiesces and slowly pulls back, groaning to himself when he sees just how soaked his hand is. “such a good girl,” he murmurs, looking right at you when he tastes you on his finger. he groans again at the flavour as if he hasn’t been buried in your pussy for the best part of the last hour.

“you’re terrible,” you tell him, voice wrecked, when he finally releases his finger from his mouth.

his smirk is shameless and greedy. “oh, i know.” his warm palms rest against your wet thighs, parting them again with ease. your hipbones twinge, and you gasp as he drags you closer to him, nestling between your legs like he belongs there (he does). “and we’re nowhere near done.”

his eyes are dark and leering, gluttonous and greedy, never full of you but always full of sin, and you swallow thickly as his lips twist into a ravenous snarl, nostrils flaring as you somehow grow even wetter, slick trickling down your already soaked thigh at the unadulterated lechery above you.

by the time you're done, several hours and several orgasms later, you know you won’t be able to look his brothers in the eye for at least a month.

[delulu-julia]

Turtle’s S/O breaks down toward him

(Romantic, female reader.)

A/N: Yeaah, I missed angst!! Actually I did this request long ago I just didn’t like how it looked. Now I fixed it a lil so it would looked more pleasant and decided to post it (finally). Also there was a request in my box, but idk why I can’t answer at it directly, so it will be below after all the reactions as a screenshot. Enjoy!

Leonardo

It’s late. The dojo is empty. Except of you. You’ve been sitting there, under the tree, eyes unfocused, watching something non existent in the wall. No big expression on your face. You haven’t moved in a while. Leo watches from the doorway, arms crossed, pretending he isn’t hesitating.

He walks in without a word, the mats muffle his steps.

He kneels beside you, not too close, but enough to see your whole figure. And for a moment you both sit in silence, bathed in the soft hum of lair lighting.

Then quietly, he asks:

“You’ve been quiet all night. Are you okay?”

Your breath catches in your throat.

And your shoulders begin to shake.

Headcanons

Leonardo see something was wrong hours before you sat alone in the dojo. He always does.

Your posture was different. The way your eyes flickered but never truly focused. The way your laughter sounded like you were mimicking what laughter should sound like. Everything was fake as hell.

He didn’t push. Not right away. Leo is patient. He wants to believe that if you would be really bothered, you’ll come to him yourself. He doesn't want to be intrusive or annoying. He just watches.

But when you disappeared, and dinner passed without you, and the laughter of his brothers faded into static noise around him, he couldn’t stay seated. The empty seat at the table pulled harder than any mission ever had.

He finds you under the tree in the dojo, that quiet place meant for centering, for breathing… but your chest isn’t rising with any of that peace. You’re still. Stiff. Hollow.

There’s something sacred about your silence, and he treats it like a ceremony. No loud entrance. No demand. Just a quiet kneel beside you, his swordless side facing you.

He doesn’t ask what’s wrong. That question is too big. He just asks if you’re okay, and the moment your breath stutters, his whole body stills.

He doesn’t touch you. Not yet. He’s learned the difference between needing space and needing shelter.

…But the second your shoulders start to shake, not sobbing, just that trembling kind of grief that wants to stay hidden, his hand is there. Not on your back, but a palm-up between you, as an offer. If you take it, he holds it like it’s made of porcelain. Steady and quiet.

You won’t see it, but under all this wise gaze and strong hand of his, the moment he hears you sobbing, there is a huge worry rising inside him. He tries to look calm as if not feeling all this tightness in his chest. There is already bad thoughts in his mind ‘Did someone hurt her?’ or ‘Did I do something wrong?’

You whisper things like “I feel so alone” and “No one sees me” or “I’d give everything for people who wouldn’t do the same.” and Leo looked at you and exhales like it hurts to hear it.

Okay, no one touched you, it’s good… But still, you’re hurt and sad, and you need his help. He watches you, the way you cry and shake, and his grip on your hand tightened. You could read everything in his eyes that moment. Worry, empathy, sadness, understanding and love. This thought made him feel bad even more. You needed him.

He doesn’t say I understand (because he knows it won’t help) instead, he speaks gently about how he has felt that way too. The pressure. The loneliness. The endless quiet responsibility

“You don’t have to earn love by giving everything away.”

“You’re not invisible to me.”

And when your tears finally fall, he stays with you, not trying to fix it, but simply holding the moment still. Letting you break without a fear of being drowned.

Later, when you stops crying and dojo feels a little less heavy, he stays beside you, your head resting gently on his shoulder. His thumb brushing your knuckles.

He doesn’t make you promise you’re fine. He knows you’re not. Instead, he says

“Next time it gets this bad… you don’t have to sit alone. You can ask me… I’ll never say no to you”

After that night, he’ll check you differently. No more vague “You good?”. It becomes “Are you holding up?” or “Do you want me me to come to you?”

He becomes more intentional with his care. Leaving sweet treats to you, inviting you to meditate with him, silently training beside you. He hopes that doing all this will make you feel less lonely.

He wants to understand you, even the parts you barely let yourself feel. If you’ll ask him to leave, he will. If you’ll ask him to be next to you, he’ll come immediately. He needs to protect you, to make you feel safe. And seeing you in this state will make him feel like he’s doing not enough.

Raphael

Raph noticed it during training.

You were off. Slower. Distracted. And not in the “goofing off with Mikey” way, more like the “your head is somewhere far, far away” kind.

After the others clear out, Raph lingers by the punching bags, arms folded tight across his chest. You don’t leave. You just sit there on the mats, staring at the wall.

He walks over, pretending he’s annoyed.

“You gonna sit there sulking all night?”

No answer.

He squints, eyes narrowing, tone softening.

“…Hey. Look at me. What’s goin’ on?”

You glance up, eyes wet.

He curses under his breath and kneels beside you, suddenly unsure what to do with his hands.

Headcanons

Raph’s always been sharp with your mood changes, he notices things like your body language, tone, eye contact. So when you miss a block or flinch at Leo’s voice, he clocks it instantly

During training, he keeps glancing at you between moves. He hits harder than usual. His frustration is brewing. You keep being quiet, and he doesn’t know why

He doesn’t know how to help people who won’t say what’s wrong. It’s a feeling he knows too well. Maybe that’s why it kinda scares him.

When the others finally leave, he doesn’t say anything at first. Just grabs a towel. Watches you sit on the floor like you’re made of stone.

He walks over slow, posturing like he’s annoyed just to keep the vulnerability out of his throat. “You gonna sit there sulking all night?” And when you don’t answer, something in him wavers. His voice drops lower, rougher. “…Hey. Look at me. What’s goin’ on?”

And then he sees your eyes. Red. Shiny. Your lip trembling. That look he knows, the one you get when you’re trying so hard not to fall apart.

“…Shit” he mutters, instantly dropping to one knee like your pain punched him in the gut. His hands hover. He doesn’t want to touch you wrong, doesn’t want to make it worse.

You whisper something like “I’m just so tired of feeling like this. Like I’m the only one who—” And he cuts in gently:

“You’re not. You ain’t… Not anymore.”

He’s not good with soft words, but he’s good with presence, so he stays. Close. Solid. If you lean into him, he lets you. If you cry, he lets you.

He doesn’t shush you. Doesn’t tell you to stop. Just mutters things like

“I hate seein’ you like this…”

“You don’t have to be strong all the damn time, y’know?”

“You always take care of everyone else. Lemme take care of you, for once.”

His hand ends up around yours, big and calloused but warm. The grip is firm, grounding. His way of saying you’re not alone.

After the breakdown, he doesn’t make you talk more than you want. He just sits there with you, maybe puts your head on his shoulder, lets the dojo go quiet.

In the days after, he checks in way more than usual, but clumsily. Like “You eat yet?” when he means “You look tired. Are you okay today?”

…Or “You sleep at all last night?” when he means “I heard you crying in your room, and it’s killin’ me.”

He gets protective. Over-affectionate in his own way. Always hovering near, brushing your hair back without a word, standing closer when someone else talks to you.

If you bottle things up again, he notices faster. Doesn’t let you sink.

“Don’t do that thing where you pretend everything’s fine.”

You become the one person he’ll drop his guard for completely. When you hurt, he hurts too. And he’d rather punch down 100 Kraangs than see you break again, unless your tears in his presence are the only way you find peace.

And whenever you apologize for being “too much” or “weak” he snaps gently:

“You’re not weak. You’re human. You humans always think you are weak… But you, you are not. I love you for all of it, even that messy part.”

Donatello

Donnie sees you when he passes by the dojo, with a data pad. You’re usually quick to wave. Smile. Say something.

Tonight? You don’t even glance at him.

He pauses. Watches. Frowns.

He puts the pad down, walks inside slowly, like he’s entering a sacred space. You’re sitting with your arms around your knees, chin tucked down. Quiet and still.

He sits beside you but says nothing at first. Then, after a pause:

“Something’s wrong.”

Your lip trembles. You turn your face away fast, but not fast enough.

“Hey—wait—what’s—are you… are you crying?”

Headcanons

Donnie notices the shift in your energy like a change in air pressure. It’s subtle, but he’s attuned to your rhythm. The little glances, the warm “Hey, genius” the way you usually brighten his presence.

When he walks by the dojo and you don’t respond? His brain crashes a little. He stops mid-scan of a data pad, rereads the same diagnostic line three times, and doesn’t process a word.

He lingers in the doorway at first. Hoping you’ll notice him. Hoping this is just one of your quiet moods. But your stillness feels wrong. It’s not peaceful.

He sets the pad down with exaggerated care, like any sudden movement might shatter you.

Walking into the dojo feels like trespassing. The lighting hums, the shadows stretch, and you sit curled in on yourself like you’re trying to disappear.

He sits down slowly, keeping just enough space between you to not overwhelm you. Doesn’t speak for a full minute. Just listens. Watches. Then gently: “Something’s wrong.”

You flinch when he says it. Your body tightens. You turn away, but not before he sees it. The tears building, the ones you never let him see. His voice catches. “Wait—are you… are you crying?”

Panic floods him, but not the loud one. The helpless kind. The kind where he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, or how to fix this pain with circuits or solder.

He moves in a little closer, voice softer now, nervous but determined

“Hey, it’s okay—just, talk to me. Please?”

And when you do, when the words start to fall out, messy and trembling about feeling invisible, replaceable, like you’d give everything for people who wouldn’t do the same, he winces. Because he gets it. Too well.

He reaches out, hesitant at first, and rests a hand gently on your back, careful, warm, no pressure.

“…I don’t think you know how much you matter” he says quietly “Not just to me. To all of us. But especially… especially me.”

You cry harder. And Donnie doesn’t back away. He leans in closer, lets you bury your face in his shoulder if you need. His arms wrap around you, not tight but solid, grounding. He sways a little without realizing.

In his mind, he’s already scanning your words, filing them like sensitive data. Remember: she feels unseen. Lonely. Make sure to validate. Often. Gently.

Afterward, he doesn’t leave your side for hours. He makes you tea. He sets down every tool. Cancels every project. He quietly rewrites your place in his life. Not just someone he loves, but someone he needs to protect.

He starts being more emotionally present after. Less buried in machines, more touch, more small check-ins.

And every time you hesitate to speak up, he gently reaches for your hand and says: “You don’t have to bottle it. I’ve got the bandwidth, I swear.”

He builds a little weighted blanket for you. Says it’s “a sensory-calibrated prototype.” It’s actually just him trying to help you sleep better when the feelings get too loud.

If you ever start crying again, he no longer asks why right away. He just pulls you close and says “You don’t have to explain. I’m here.”

Michelangelo

Mikey’s jokes aren’t landing.

You’re usually the first to laugh. Loud, snorting, unfiltered. But tonight, he’s thrown out three solid puns and you haven’t even smiled.

He trails after you, expression growing more uncertain by the second, until you finally sit down at the edge of the dojo and stare blankly at the floor. Mikey watches from a few steps back.

“…Hey, sunshine? Where’d your sparkle go?”

You shake your head. He walks over, crouches in front of you, resting his chin on your knee.

“You’re kinda scaring me, y’know.”

When you sniffle, he gently bumps his forehead to yours.

“You don’t gotta fake it with me.”

You break.

Headcanons

Mikey notices something is wrong the first time his joke doesn’t affect you. He doesn’t panic immediately, just throws out another, even goofier pun. When that doesn’t work either, he tries physical comedy. Dramatic flop onto the couch. Zero smile. He pauses. Looks over. Eyes narrow.

Mikey normally brings joy, but this time… it doesn’t work. And that’s how he knows.

He starts following you, quietly at first, watching your expression. The way you’re unusually still. The way your gaze slides off people like you’re somewhere else entirely.

You sit at the edge of the dojo. Blank. Quiet. And suddenly it’s like someone turned the sound down on his world. Mikey’s heart sinks. Your silence makes the world feel so wrong.

He doesn’t joke again. He just walks over and crouches low, like a kid trying to peek under a locked door. His voice is quieter than usual, uncharacteristically gentle: “…Hey, sunshine? Where’d your sparkle go?”

You don’t answer. He doesn’t rush you. He places his chin on your knee like a tired puppy, not to cheer you up, but to make him more visible to you. To let you know he’s there.

“You’re kinda scaring me, y’know.” He says it with a little laugh, but there’s truth in it. He hates when people pretend they’re okay when they’re not. He sees it too often in his brothers.

And when you sniffle, trying to hide it, he bumps his forehead gently to yours.

That’s when it crumbles. You sob. Sharp, quiet, sudden, like a balloon popped inside your chest.

Mikey pulls you into him instantly. No hesitation. Arms wide, warmth full. He wraps around you like armor made of comfort.

“Shhh, shhh, I got you. I got you.”

He doesn’t ask what’s wrong right away, just holds you. Rubs your back in slow circles. Sways slightly. He knows talking comes after safety.

When you do speak, about feeling invisible, about being the one who’s always “on” always cheering others but never feeling seen, he clutches you tighter.

“That’s not true. You light up the whole dang lair. And when you dim, we all feel it.”

Mikey is probably the first to cry with you. Soft tears, no drama. Just open empathy. He feels everything you’re saying and wishes he could carry it for you

Afterward, he doesn’t let you go far. You’re under blanket-watch. Favorite snacks. Silly cartoons. Long hugs.

And when he makes jokes now, they’re lighter. Softer. Sometimes just for you. And you can tell: he’s not trying to fix you, he’s just trying to remind you that you’re not alone, as long as you’re with him.

He starts validating you more, every day. Out of nowhere.

“You know you matter, right?”

“I’m serious. You’re, like, cosmic jellybean-level important.”

You’ll catch him watching you sometimes. Not with worry, but with wonder. Like he’s memorising your face.

“Next time you feel like you’re fading?” he says one night, curled up beside you. “Don’t go quiet. Just… come find me. I’ll remind you how loud your heart really is.”

The original request:

[ihaznoclue]

Imagine being in a 5 month, healthy relationship with Raphael already, now being comfortable to just hang out in his own room while he goes out on patrols with his brothers. Being the curious person you are you spotted his sunglasses that he accidentally left on his bed as you smirked to yourself, reaching to them as you put them on for funsies. Even after a couple minutes have passed, Raph stomped over to his room not noticing that you were still here but then sees his sunglasses on you as you laid there, walking up to you as he lifted his sunglasses up to only see you sleeping making his smirk and raise an 'eyebrow'

"Fucking dork.." he snorted

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You now were waking up, seeing it was now daytime from the up window in Raph's room as you noticed something missing, his sunglasses.. 'Uh oh.. he's going to kill me-' you were then interrupted by seeing his sunglasses on a little table near his bed with a little sticky note with it

'You aren't stealing my look shorty, but you look better in them - R.H ;)'

-A<3

[dancingdonatello]

Saw ur Donnie x smitten reader and was like how about SMITTEN Donnie x reader?

rise donnie x reader

Donnie sighed, resting his head on his hand as he watched you from across the lair.

He used to be jealous of you. How your hair was perfect everyday. How you never accidentally embarrassed yourself. How nobody ever got bored of what you were saying. How everyone talked to you so easily.

Now, he admired it.

He used to glare at you when you joined in a conversation he was having. Now he just smiled.

He used to roll his eyes at the sound of your obnoxious laugh. Now, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop his own laugh. Anytime you laughed, it was like he just had to laugh too.

He couldn’t even resist a smile if you had one on your face.

“You’re staring again.” April bumped her shoulder to his.

“So?” He sighed, his lips twitching upwards when you glanced over to him.

“I just thought you’d want to know if you were being obvious.” She snickered. He ignored her.

“I don’t care.” He barely did anymore. Nothing he could do about it anyways. You smiled at him and he had to turn his mouth further into his palm to try and stifle his own.

He scoffed at himself and tore his eyes away from you, hyper aware of the heat coming off of his face. His green skin did a lot to help hide his flushed face, but clearly you still noticed with how you giggled at him. He shot you a playful glare and you stuck your tongue back in revenge.

“Wow.” April seemed flabbergasted. “You’ve got it bad.”

“Shut up,” he said halfheartedly, watching as you turned back around to keep talking to Mikey.