#Tmnt bayverse

[mushroomgrenade]

Gonna redo this cause professor didn't like it so now I don't like it. Plus my friend gave me better feedback anyways.

But yes, wip postcard for @prophecies-untold go support my project.

[dysfunctional-doodle]

Drama king Rise Leo is my favourite thing to write despite not liking the arrogant asshole lol

The latest chapter of Too Many Turtles is out! In which 2003 Mikey bullies 87 Leonardo with snakes, Blue and Purple fight (again) and bayverse Mikey and Raph blow up a TV.

Read the latest chapter with this link :)

[ninnosaurus]

The boys vs substances

HELL-O I've been seeing a bunch of stuff where the brothers smoke and drink so

I started thinking

So here's some more headcanons I have with the boys, nicotine and alcohol. Because I live in ✨Sweden✨ and the Funny Grass is illegal here, so I have no experience with it. 🤷🏻‍♀️

All boys have tried both nicotine and alcohol, of course. Even before getting help from April to get stuff, they ordered shit online.

They can get slightly buzzed, of course but they need ALOT to get actually y'know blasted hammered shit faced drunk, which is why it's rare for them to reach that point. This is due to well, their mutation. Because it gets ✨expensive✨.

They get a very slight rush of nicotine, but it doesn't really have any actual dangerous effects on them thanks to their mutation.

Raph likes beer, scotch and dry ciders. Preferbly, dry apple ciders. My guy will kill someone for anything apple flavored.

Mikey is a Smirnoff Ice kinda guy. He likes all of them, but his absolute favorites are "Mango" and "Pink Lemonade". He's also the shots kinda guy when he's really in a party mood.

Leo is 100% a cocktail man. Please, he loves cocktails of all kinds. Give him a daiquri and some strawberries and he's content with LIFE. Really loves piña coladas too.

Donnie is the wine guy. EXCEPT! Red wines. He tries to find a red wine he enjoys but to him, all of them tastes the same and is too dry. He's got white wines and rosés DOWN, though. April often ask him for advice <3. Is known to drink whiskey too, however. He and Raph online windowshop expensive whiskeys and scotches sometimes.

Raph is known to smoke ciggs from time to time on the topside. He likes going up there alone during rainy nights and sit under some plastic roof or tarp. The sound of rain hitting the plastic + the cigg makes him relax.

Mikey and Leo doesn't smoke. Never like the taste of it.

Donnie vapes. I'm sorry, but he does. Mostly because he can chew on them while thinking about something when working. Has a collection of flavors. (don't tell Leo I said this but despite not liking to smoke he stole one or two of Donnie's vapes)

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[scholastic-dragon]

Yo!! It’s turtletats!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s your day is absolutely wonderful!!

I wanted to throw an idea at you for your birthday smut requests, no worries if you don’t like it!

So Bay Leo and reader- she walks into the kitchen of the lair and he’s frosting a cake (it was supposed to be a surprise for her birthday, she’s early) and he’s just got frosting everywhere…and the cake looks like it should be on nailed it.

She teases him about it, and…*eyebrow wiggle*

NSFW opportunities lol if you want! Or it could just be super fluffy!!

But either way… *cue balloons*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎊🎉🎂🎁🎈

HELLO HELLO THANK YOU SO MUCH XOXOXOXO

Bay!Leo x Fem!reader

Nailed It!

Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, don't be weird leo and reader are in their twenties, p in v sex, oral, spanking, dirty talk, switch!leo, frosting play *wink wonk*

He looks adorable.

Leaning over the kitchen counter, hands gripping a tube of cake icing. His brow furrowed, tongue poking out from his plump lips. His ass jutting out and thick thighs standing out in the open in tiny little basketball shorts.

It's a miracle the cake is still standing. It's lopsided, covered in thick icing and, surprisingly, smells kinda good.

"Oh shit," Leo complains, icing oozing from the bag, it drips onto his fingers and counter, leaving a smugde on the cake.

"Hey, bad word," You tease, pushing off from your perch in the doorway.

Leo looks like a deer in headlights. "Oh, hey, um" He moves to stand in front of the cake, hands behind his back. "You're early,"

You giggle softly, coming to stand in front of him. "I appreciate the gesture, but do you want some help?" You nod toward the cake.

Leo's shoulders sag, he moves to let you see his masterpiece. "I-I tried, Mikey and the others left to get..." He clears his throat. "Stuff and I was worried it wouldn't have been done on time." He sighed. "Yes I would like help,"

Smirking up at him, you take the frosting bag and place it on the counter. He raises a brow.

"We have to get you cleaned up first," taking his hand, you keep eye contact as you lick the frosting from his fingers. It tastes pretty good, but what's even better is the way he gasps and moves closer to you.

"Honey," He nervously glances over your shoulder to the door.

You take his thumb in your mouth, moaning softly on the digit as you suck. Your pulse thunders in your ears, warmth spreading through your bones.

"Maybe we should," You press your fingers to his lips.

"It's my birthday, you can't tell me what to do,"

He flashes that dangerous smile that makes your knees go weak. Before he can respond, you sink down onto your knees.

He inhales shakily, a breathless chuckle leaving him as your hands play with the band on his shorts.

There's already a buldge in the material. Slowly, you tug them and his underwear down to pool at his ankles.

You lean in, letting your cheek graze on the side of his cock and kiss the spot right where his cock and cloaca meet.

Leo grips the counters at his sides for support.

"Watch the door, make sure no one interrupts," You instruct, noting that he still has that dangerous gleam in his eyes.

You lick the underside of his cock, flicking his tip and sucking him deep down your throat.

He moans, threading a hand through your hair. With one hand, you squeezing the rest of his shaft, the other massages his tree trunk thigh.

Up and down in a messy, slurpy suction, you draw the sexiest noises from Leo. His thighs flex, his hand pushing your head ever so slightly.

You pull off him, a line of drool falling to the floor. You reach up and grab the frosting. You put a generous dolup on his balls, laughing as he gasps.

"I fucking love the noises you make," You say before sucking the frosting off his balls. You kiss and lick and roll them between your lips. One hand grips Leo's shaft hard, making him whimper softly. "Ooo, that's a new one," You remark.

You smear more frosting on his cock, then meticulously lick it all off. You're both sweating and moaning. His legs are shaking, your knees are hurting, but you don't stop.

Well actually you do. Right as he's about to cum.

You pull away, breathing harshly, Leo nearly tips forward. His cock is hard and flushed. His eyes go wide, then peer down at you and narrow into small slits.

Leo loves to tease, but can't take it.

"You wanna play this game, birthday girl?" That gleam comes back to his eyes. Oh he's such a wonderful switch.

You open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out. He threads his fingers in your hair, his cock inches from your mouth.

"Safeword?" He asks.

"Katana,"

"And of you can't speak?"

"Three taps on whatever body part of yours I can reach,"

He smirks down at you. Tipping your head back to meet your eyes. "Good girl,"

He nudges his cock in your mouth. He waits a beat....then another. Then sinks in. It's a stretch to the corners of your mouth. You moan around him.

Your hands grab onto his hips for balance. Slowly, but firmly, he moves in and out of your mouth. The slick outs echo around the kitchen, followed by his moans and your heavy breaths.

His hands tangle in your hair, moving you faster and faster. His thighs shook, his voice breathless.

"I'm gonna-" He moans, holding you still as he gushes in your mouth. You swallow, enjoying the hint of frosting still on him.

He releases your hair, letting you fall back on your haunches. You wipe at your mouth, breathing heavy.

Leo pulls his pants up, hands you the frosting and has you in his arms in record time.

You laugh as he goes to his room, closing and locking the door before setting you on his bed.

He stands up and looks over you with a hungry gaze.

"You gonna do something or keep staring at me?" You tease, messing with the thin strap on your tank top.

That gleam turns downright evil.

"Clothes off. Now,"

You peel off your clothing, rising on your knees and making a show of showing some skin. You toss him You panties. He catches them without breaking eye contact and shoves them in his pockets.

"Turn over. Hands and knees with your ass facing me,"

On the commanding tone in his voice had ti goes racing through your body. You complied, spreading your knees apart and pressing your face into the mattress.

He's silent for a moment.

Then his hand connects with your ass. A sharp slap and sting making you gasp and moan. Your fingers grip the sheets beneath you.

He slaps the other one with just as much force. "You think you can get away with that just cause it's your birthday?" He rapid fire hits your ass.

You moan, heat flashing over your body. You pussy clenched and pulses around nothing.

You hear the crinkle of the frosting bag. He makes a trail going down your spine. Slowly and sensually, he licks it off your overheated skin.

When he reaches your red ass, he kneels behind you on the floor.

He pipes frosting on your folds, from slit to clit. Then he dives in. You gasp and writhe on his face. He licks, slurps and sucks all around you.

It's messy, uncoordinated, and so unlike him. It's hot as fuck.

You moan into the bed, rolling your hips back against him. His hands snake around your hips and hold you against him.

In and out, all around his tongue coaxed out the frosting and your arousal. Then he sucks on your clit. Hard.

You scream, legs shaking, back arching, seeing stars orgasm. And he keeps sucking on your clit as you do. Your body goes hot, the band finally breaking and exploding through your limbs.

Leo eases off with a final kiss to your swollen clit. You pant and moan softly, peering over your shoulder at him.

Heat flares up inside you seeing his chin smeard with frosting and your wetness.

"I need you," You moan, rolling your hips against his basketball shorts.

He smiles, all boyish charm. Digging in the nightstand by your head, he pulls out wet wipes. Normally he does this as aftercare.

"Are we stopping?" You ask, raising up on your hands.

He laughs softly. "No, just cleaning up, I didn't think you'd want an infection from the frosting," He presses on your back, making your lean forward.

He cleans out your lips, getting all the little bits he might have missed. It's maddening. The cold press against your heated skin, the feeling of his hands on your skin.

He then wipes himself down and steps out of his pants. He tosses the wet wipes into the trash and moves behind you.

Leo's hands run over your ass, massaging the skin, then moving up your hips and squeezing your waist.

"Leo please," You beg, moaning as his hands pushing your face into the mattress.

"Please what, birthday girl? Use your words,"

You inhale deeply, if you want a good hard fuck, you needed to use big words.

You peer over your shoulder at him. "Please fuck me with your big cock. Make me scream and cum around you. It's all I want for my birthday, please,"

Heat flashes in his eyes. His cock notches at your entrance. "Good," He slams deep. "Fucking," pulls out. "Girl" another deep thrust.

You scream, honest to God just screaming into the mattress. The bed squeaks with his hard thrusts, banging into the wall. Matching the slick sounds from your cunt and the moaning coming from him.

His hands grab you hard enough to bruise. That wonderful slap, slap, slap, slap echoing around you.

Another orgasm rises fast, heat flushes your skin, you cunt clenching him tight. "Fuck, leo,"

"That's it, that's my girl," He praises. "Cum on my cock, be a good girl and cum on me,"

And cum you do. You squeeze and gush around him, panting and sweating through it. He moans with you, still pounding into your swollen pussy.

He slaps your ass three times. "Good. Fucking. Girl."

He leans over your back, pressing his nose to your ear. "Can I fill the birthday girls pussy with my cum? Will she let me do that?"

You nod helplessly, moaning or screaming you couldn't tell.

His thrusts go harsh, his hands gripping tight. He moans loud and long, pressing himself as deep as he could go.

You feel it, spurt and spurt of his warm cum in your pussy. Wrapping his arms around you, he lays you both down on your sides. Him spooning you and his still hard cock in your pussy.

He kisses your neck. "Happy birthday, babygirl,"

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[buggythemoth]

Small reminder that I do have tmnt keychains in shop. Okay thanks take some art while I work on stuff bye

[redsrooftopprincess]

Coming Home

Fem Reader (but can easily be ignored) x Raphael

No warnings

Violent-orange geometric shapes of sunlight bisect the tops of buildings, as purple shadows bleed up from the streets below. You'd timed your flight perfectly.

The moment you step off the plane into the legendary insanity of JFK, you instantly relax into the chaos of home. You follow the veins and arteries of exhausted humans and eventually ascend to the streets to make your way to your brother's apartment.

Twilight bleeds through the city streets like ink. Nighttime always descends first at street level, the forest of trees blocking the sunlight from the floor below. It's early still, the calm before the evening rush on the block of apartment buildings.

Something small shoots across your vision and you stop short looking at where whatever it was went. Beside you, embedded in a flower pot of pink daisies, is a thin wooden dart. The red ribbon tied around the end flutters gently as it settles against the chipped ceramic. A smile blooms on your face.

You glance at the trajectory. Alley. Street level. He hasn't even made it to the rooftops yet. He must be as excited as you are.

You grab the dart and pocket it, then check for cars before picking up your suitcase and running across the street.

You slow to a stop as the shadows welcome you. In the darkness, an imposing figure has been waiting here for the last two hours, wildly oscillating between excitement and dread. It's been months since he last saw you. Ten in fact.

He knows what's coming. The inevitable train of longing that's going to hit him full force as soon as he catches your scent. But if your time apart has taught him anything, it's that he would rather have you here. He'll take this hit and every one after gratefully if it means he can just be near you.

As your eyes adjust to the gloom, your smile breaks into a grin. His does, too. He opens up his massive arms. "Welcome home, Princess," he rumbles. His voice is like quiet thunder, the first sign of rain after a ten month drought.

You don't need a second invitation. You drop your suitcase and dash forward into his arms. He wastes no time scooping you up, and spinning you in a circle, holding you tight against him. You're both laughing, whether in joy or relief neither of you are really sure and you honestly don't care.

You can feel his laughter in your chest and you bury your head in his shoulder to hide the tears that suddenly spring to your eyes. "Hi," you say softly.

"Hi," he sighs, chuckling.

You stay like that for several long moments, just holding each other, breathing each other in. You run your hands over the skipping stone texture of his shoulders, and he pulls you in tighter.

When the two of you first became friends, he was so touch-starved that he would feel you in his skin for days. The first time you held his hand, it had been hours and he'd still almost lost a sai while out on patrol. You'd noticed. You tried to minimize unintentional contact, and you always asked first. He always said yes.

He wanted it. Craved it, even. That's what scared him the most. Eventually, he began to seek it out. You stopped asking, because you no longer needed to.

It started small, a slight lean against you while standing in the same room, a hand on your shoulder while reaching for something over your head. It was slow going, but worth the wait. The first time he put his arm around you while you were watching a movie together, you were so happy you still have no idea what the second half of the movie was about.

Then hugs happened.

The first time he wrapped those big green arms around you, you melted, and you never stopped melting. In his arms was the warmest, safest place in the universe.

Over time, physical contact became your own secret language. You could say a thousand words with a single touch. Right now, there was only one.

Finally.

He breathes deep, filling his lungs with you. He can feel your scent bloom like roses inside his chest, and reawaken something that had withered since you left.

He buries his head in your hair to hide the stinging in his own eyes. Bramble vines of want and need wrap around his heart and dig in deep, and he can barely breathe around the sudden ache in his chest. He knows those thorns aren't going anywhere anytime soon, but the petal softness of you scattering inside him soothes the hurt. It's worth it for the roses.

He squeezes you tighter before setting you down. He holds your waist to steady you, and can't bring himself to let go for a moment.

When he does, your skin screams out in protest. You catch his hand before he gets too far, and he squeezes yours in return, smiling down at you.

"Come on, I'll take you home." He jerks his head in the direction of your brother's apartment, unable to stop smiling. It's only temporary, your living situation, until you can find your own place. But as he starts to lead the way, you dont move.

He turns and looks at you quizzically.

"Actually..." you say slowly, "I was kinda hoping I could stay at the lair tonight?" pleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesayyes You give him your sweetest, most hopeful, convincing grin, you even bat your eyes for emphasis. You don't need to.

His smile lights him up like the sun and he rocks back on his heels. It's all he can do not to jump up and down like a little kid. Christmas came early! "Yeah, of course! Everyone'd love to see you!"

Your bright grin matches his and you bounce in place, "Okay, cool."

You release his hand for only a moment to run and grab your suitcase. He uses the opportunity to remove the manhole cover. When you return, he takes the suitcase from you. You don't bother protesting. Wouldn't do any good anyway.

You grip freshly taped metal rungs and descend into the depths of the city. The moment you step off the ladder, he lands beside you, having jumped down. You roll your eyes, but can't help the smile on your face. "Showoff."

He smirks and shrugs, taking your hand, "Hey, if you got it." he swaps the remainder of the lyric for a rakish wink. The rush of warmth in your cheeks makes you very glad it's dark down here.

Ten months. Ten. Long. Months. A once-in-a-lifetime dream job had landed in your lap. The night you told him, you'd sat with him on the rooftop of your building, silently begging him to ask you to stay. You'd asked him if he could think of a reason why you shouldn't go.

That night had confirmed that you were alone in this. That this pull was one-sided and you were basically just like a sister to him. There was no reason for you to stay. So you went.

And you hated it.

It wasn't the job itself. That was great. It wasn't even the people. People are the same everywhere. It was him. You'd talked every single night, and he still texted you every time he got home after patrol, but it wasn't enough.

You couldn't run to him when things got overwhelming. You couldn't relax with him and unwind on your days off. And when a coworker got handsy, he couldn't just "gently convince" the guy to leave you alone. You'd made sure that guy got his, you didn't need any help and he knew that, but Donnie had still caught him looking up cargo flights.

You used to laugh at those stupid "I miss you" cards where one [insert random thing here] is missing [insert other random thing here], but you'd felt incomplete. Like the thing holding you together was suddenly missing and all the different pieces of you were just floating in free space. You'd clung desperately to any piece of him that might keep you from floating away entirely.

The night you realized the blanket he'd made no longer smelled like him, you'd cried yourself to sleep.

That hollow feeling persisted until he wrapped you in his arms. He swept you up and all the broken pieces of you came back together. Some parts weren't the same. Some had jagged edges like the night he told you go. But for the first time in ten months, you were whole again.

You walk towards the lair catching up and telling stories, as if you hadn't spoken on the phone every single night.

"You know, I was thinking about this the other day," he says, smiling down at you, "it's weird how it was you and me, right?"

You give him a quizzical look, "What do you mean?"

"That we're the ones that got close." He clarifies, "I mean, you're a huge fucking nerd."

"Acknowledged and appreciated," you interject with a nod and a grin.

"Anyone'd think you'd be closest with Donnie," he continued.

"What are you talking about?" You say, almost indignantly, "I love Donnie! He's my best friend!" You voice softens as you descend further into the labyrinth. "You're... something else."

He chuckles, suddenly nervous at your change in tone, "Something good, I hope."

You stop and pull free from his grasp, "Nope, you're awful, I hate you, I'm leaving, where's my plane?" you put your nose up in the air, turn around, and start marching back the way you came, but you're unable to suppress your smile.

He snatches your hand back, and pulls you into his plastron, "So what am I, then?" He asks, smiling down at you. He holds your hand to his chest, the other on your waist. Whatever he is to you, he's yours, and he's grateful.

He looks down at you with that soft smirk reserved only for you, and you need a second to catch your breath. Your hands itch to take his face in them, pull him down to you, and kiss him until he's having as hard a time breathing as you are.

But it only lasts a second. You compose yourself, looking down and away, thinking.

"You know... how... when things are really bad, there's that little kid voice in the back of your head screaming, 'I want to go home?'" You look up at him with everything you wanted to scream into the phone for the last ten months, and now he's the one who can't breathe. "That's what you are," you say softly with your own only-for-him smile, "you're Home."

The thorns dig in deeper, and the pain is exquisite.

You inhale and pull away, against everything pulling you closer, and continue down the tunnels. Your heart is pounding, and you know that if you stay there in his arms, you're going to kiss him or say something stupid, or start crying and ruin everything. You just got back, you don't want to lose him already.

"So what about you? What changed your mind about me?" At first, he was blunt and standoffish, especially suspicious when you just accepted them as they are without question or, even more surprisingly, screaming. But you wore him down.

"I don't know, I guess at first it was because you were the first person to treat me like I'm normal, you know? And not the kind of normal where you treat me like I'm human, and then very carefully tiptoe around the fact that I am very much not." He takes a moment to help you over a large gap in the tunnel. "You treat me like I'm normal, like all the weird turtle shit is normal."

You take his hand and continue walking, swinging your arms together, "It is normal, Raph."

He scoffs quietly.

"It is," you reiterate, stopping when the two of you reach the door, pulling him to a stop with you, "it's your normal, and you're the most important person in my life, so... it's my normal too," you say with a shrug and a smile.

Your roses fill his chest and soothe the hurt. He looks down at you with warm honey eyes, and prays that you never stop breaking his heart.

He places his hand on the wheel to the vault door, "Ready?"

You look at him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, "Red, is anyone ever really ready for your family?"

"Good point," he nods, he looks at you almost sympathetically, inhaling a breath through his teeth, but a grin hides in the corner of his mouth, "Deep breath."

He spins the wheel and the door swings open.

...

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[sweeneydino]

Ahem.

I stayed up making these, you better use them

Only if you want to ofc 😇

[nostalgicninjas]

TMNT Dynamics: Leonardo & Raphael

note: this post is platonic with a capital P

[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.

[amascomet]

Massive sketch dump! The mm Donnie is me practicing the show style by redrawing one of the movie screencaps hehe

Last one is just another concept for another iteration idea haha

[annomalysstuff]

I made a compilation of references for the main tmnt characters from every iteration and I thought it would be helpful, so I’m posting it here :]👍

I brightened the saturation in some so it’s more readable

Also, this is so cute, I’m keeping this

Edit: I forgot about bay Donnie, updated version

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my enby headcanons

[letsgetitblog]

Guess who's birthday it is?

It's our orange babies birthday!!! 🧡

[bontwisty]

Troublemakers

Brushing off the dust of my crossover of all the tmnt iterations bc I adore them all dearly 🫶🫶

Who is your fav of each iteration? ❤️🧡💙💜