#tmnt 2003 mikey x reader

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

How would the Tmnt bros (2003) react to a best friend who has a crush on them and at first they don't feel the same way, But way later on they develop feelings for their friend but theres that bit of awkwardness in that they already rejected said Friend's prior confession.

And like the friend took the rejection well and is trying to move on, though theres a bit of tension as the friend is subtly trying to avoid like being alone or like to close physically with their turtle crush so as to not make them uncomfortable and even gets on a dating app (with 0% success there lol) They atleast hide their still very much there feelings and are good at not being obvious they are still down bad for the turtle.

Also I cant get enough of your writing! I love it so much Always looking forward to the next post, Hope your having a wonderful week!

Hey anon! Sorry for the long wait! Thank you so much for your kind words <3 I really hope you enjoy this one!

Awkward…

🐢💙❤️TMNT ‘03 x Reader💜🧡🐢

Word Count: 642

CW: Gender-neutral reader, referred to as ‘you’, a bit more on the angsty side for some, for others they get a bit of fluff. The boys and Mikey don’t know how to healthy deal with their emotions. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy!

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 Leo feels like a huge dick. Like, seriously. He felt really bad having to reject you, now he feels really bad that suddenly he feels those same feelings. Like, man. This is NOT what he wanted.

💙 Will actually avoid you at all costs because he feels so bad, he’s trying to focus on other things. He luckily feels better in a group setting so it’s just not you and him.

💙 He misses old times quite a bit, and when he sees the obvious signs that you’re still into him, he’s a mess. Man is just a goddamn mess. Like what’s he supposed to do in this situation? He’s heavily considering talking to you about this but he’s also very scared too.

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ Despite your confession, you and Raph remained rather close, I mean he wouldn’t ever let little feelings like that ruin— And he’s caught feelings too. Right after he’s rejected you. Oh he feels awful.

❤️ Taking his frustrations out on the punching bag and sparring lately, RIP Mikey. He’s just really upset, because not only did he reject you, but he’s seen those dating apps on your phone too. He wants to sincerely make it up to you.

❤️ Isn’t sure if he should shoot his shot or just let it be and wait and see if these feelings go away or get stronger… He chooses to wait. He chooses to see if these feelings just happened because of the confession and they’re a short time thing. Will shoot his shot a year or two later if you’re both still feeling the same and you’re still single.

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 Poor Donnie’s brain is going haywire. It was about three months later that he rejected you that he suddenly caught feelings, and it suddenly occurred to him while he was working on his latest invention. And he could not stop thinking about it either.

💜 Dude was panicking a lot when he first realized, and honestly felt himself wanting to cry. He was overwhelming himself at the moment and ended up going to Master Splinter for comfort. After that fiasco, he’s very distant. Like, he’s worse than Leo, kind of distant. He’s just drowning himself in his work and it takes a toll on him mentally.

💜 You end up catching him one day and forcing him to talk, and he finally kinda admits that he’s been feeling like shit because he’s rejected you, and that he randomly caught feelings as well. You two certainly talked for hours, trying to get it sorted out. And if either goes: You two remain friends and try to move past this. Or, you both give a possible relationship a chance after spending more time together.

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 To say he didn’t expect this was an understatement, the feelings just kinda hit him out of nowhere. When you helped him patch up after a skateboard trick gone-wrong, it hit him. Mikey liked you, but he already rejected your confession. Uh oh.

🧡 He definitely thinks on it, for once, instead of going in and flirting with you. For once he was thinking about this, as he felt guilty about it. When he’s thought about it, he’s probably gonna be the only one who’s open about it unlike the rest of his brothers, only one that has really healthy communication.

🧡 When he’s open and honest, he’s extremely nervous, I mean, who wouldn’t be? Rejecting you then telling you how he feels about you is pretty messed up. Luckily, the two of you talk it out and try to reconcile and work it out. Luckily, your feelings were still there and blazing, and it’d take a bit before you could completely forgive him, but you both worked it out. You’re giddy to say you have a date on Friday and you’ve deleted all the dating apps off your phone within minutes after you and Mikey’s big talk.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Random Headcanons (18+)

2003!Michelangelo x reader

A/N: Just another easy one for me and my head to relax with. Here ya go🧡

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Mentioning of public sex, mentioning of roleplay.

Firstly, it’s important for you to know what you’re getting yourself into. Mikey is full of stamina and full of ideas, and, well, he’s pretty much always in the mood for some naked tango. It was almost like an itch he just had to scratch, and somehow, the only way to do it was with your help. Mikey liked to say that somehow you knew his body and what he liked, better than he knew it all himself, even though he was the one that tended to think and daydream about sex with you every other hour.

You could always tell when your terrapin boyfriend was in the mood. He would kind of hoover around you, looking for a way to get in close, so he could take up all of your attention. If there was many people around, like family or friends, Mikey would pull and tuck at your clothes, almost like a child that was too scared to speak openly. But if you were alone, Mikey would have no such reprehension. The moment he would spot a way to get your attention, he would swoop in, wrapping his arms around you, and holding you close, and kissing whatever part of you his lips had access to.

When it came to sex itself, Mikey did very much like he would do during his mating season. He would look for ways to sneak your activities out of the bedroom, to other rooms or places around the lair. Well, not just the lair to be honest. Mikey was not against finding a tree in Central Park and fuck you against it, or a lonely swing in the night, that you could use as a sex swing. Alley ways, roof tops, abandoned buildings, anywhere and everywhere, if Mikey could find a way to sneak the two of you in there. It has definitely put you and Mikey in some interesting and very exciting situations, that only you and Mikey would be able to talk and giggle about in secret.

It wasn’t always possible for you and Mikey to have sex in semi public places, due to all sorts of reasons. That meant that you and your orange clad boyfriend would either have to stay in Mikey’s lair room, or in your apartment. And here, all sorts of fun things could take place. You would try that new position one of you had found online, or having sex on that one piece of furniture, that Mikey still haven’t thoroughly fucked you on, or you might try that roleplay you mentioned for Mikey a few days ago, which he had now been fixated on ever since, eager to try it out with you.

[chadobi]

“Just Another Night in the Lab”

Bayverse Donatello x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⸻

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

And that’s when it hit him.

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

And God, he loved you for it.

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

He looked over again.

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

And he was so gone

“Y/N?” he said quietly.

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

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

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

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

His hand lingered for a heartbeat longer than necessary.

Your eyes met.

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

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

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

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

Your smile softened. “Me too, Donnie.”

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

Because in that one small, quiet moment —

You knew.

And so did he.

[oozedninjas]

Spring fleeting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[stellaspectral]

you like horror, you like 2003 mikey and he's a horror expert (according to season 6!) soo could you do 2003 mikey x reader where they're having a movie night (horror ofc) and reader gets scared so mikey comforts them? a lil'teasing is okay too. thanks if you do it! 🧡

A/N: Oh~ *rubs hands together* Something up my alley! I love horror, so I think Mikey and I would get along quite well here. But unfortunately for the reader, they’re a bit of a scaredy-cat. At least they have Mikey to comfort them during the scary parts? 😄

Enjoy! 💖

Creature Feature Comforts (fluff)

🧡 2003 Michelangelo/Gender Neutral Reader 🧡

CWs: Fluff, horror movie themes (specifically slashers), jump scares, descriptions of intense fear/panic, and some teasing. All characters are aged-up.

You regret everything the moment the creepy music starts.

The glow of the old CRT television paints the lair’s common room in flickering, eerie hues. You’re tucked into the corner of the worn-out sofa, a fuzzy blanket pulled up to your chin, a massive bowl of popcorn resting precariously between you and Mikey. He, of course, is sprawled out, completely unfazed.

It had seemed like such a fun idea at the time: movie night with your boyfriend. You don’t know exactly how you let him talk you into this, but he had made such a convincing argument. What would be so bad about snuggling on the couch, eating junk food, and watching some flicks?

Everything, apparently.

Now, here you are. The lights are off. The only glow comes from the TV and the flickering of candle-like lamps Mikey insisted on using for ambience. You’re wrapped in a blanket burrito, your eyes flitting nervously from the screen to the shadows dancing on the walls.

“Okay, okay, this is the part!” he whisper-shouts, jabbing a finger towards the screen where a lone figure is creeping down a hallway before stopping at a door. “The killer’s definitely in the closet. Classic setup. She’s gonna open it, and BAM!” He mimes a slashing motion with a grin.

You try for a nonchalant hum, but your fingers are gripping the edge of the blanket so tightly, your knuckles are white. The movie is some obscure horror flick from the 80s. “You’re such a know-it-all,” you mutter, snaking out a hand to grab some popcorn—more for something to do with your trembling hands rather than hunger.

“Hey, when you’ve seen as many slasher flicks as I have, you develop a sixth sense,” he says, puffing out his chest slightly.

On screen, the terrified protagonist reaches for the ajar closet door. The soundtrack has dwindled to a single, high-pitched violin note that scrapes at your nerves. You hold your breath, eyes wide, as she slowly—agonizingly slowly—pulls the door open. It creaks open to reveal … an empty storage closet. A couple of mops, some cleaning supplies. Nothing else. The protagonist lets out a shaky sigh of relief.

You exhale too. “You were wrong, Mr. Horror Expert.”

Just as you finish speaking, the protagonist turns away from the closet—and a grotesque masked figure lunges at her from behind, weapon raised high.

A shriek tears from your throat before you can stop it, and you instinctively fling yourself sideways, burying your face into the closest available thing. Which is Mikey’s shoulder. The blanket gets tangled around you both, and the popcorn bowl goes flying, scattering kernels across the floor.

Mikey yelps, more from your actions than the movie. His arms flail for a second before instinctively coming up to steady you. The remote clatters to the floor, and he fumbles, eventually hitting the pause button. “Whoa, whoa, hey.”

You’re still pressed against him, trembling slightly, the image of the killer burned into your retinas. Your hand presses against his plastron for comfort. “You … you said … the closet,” you gasp out, voice muffled and shaky.

A chuckle rumbles through his chest. “That was a superb fake-out, right?” His arms, which had come up in surprise, now settle around you, one hand rubbing your back in a soothing rhythm. “Sneaky!”

You’re still mostly burrowed into him, your face hot with a mixture of fear and embarrassment. “It’s not funny,” you mutter. He laughs again, and you lift your head, glaring at him. “Why are you laughing? That was terrifying!”

His usual goofy grin softens a little as he sees your genuinely rattled expression. “Hey, c’mon. It’s just special effects and a dude in a rubber mask.” He continues rubbing circles on your back. “You okay? You’re shaking like a leaf.”

“My heart’s trying to escape my chest,” you admit, letting out a long, shuddering breath and trying to regain some composure. “And I think I aged ten years in ten seconds.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” He shifts, nudging you so you’re leaning more comfortably against him. “Want me to turn it off? We can watch something else. I don’t mind.”

He says it so easily, and with that lopsided little smile that makes your stomach flutter even when your nerves are shot to pieces. His offer hangs in the air, a tempting escape route. You glance at the paused screen, the mask of the killer still imprinted into your vision even though it’s just a static image.

“I … I don’t know,” you say, your voice still a bit wobbly. Part of you—the part that loves a challenge and hates admitting defeat—wants to see it through. The other, much larger part wants to curl up and watch cartoons until sunrise. “I was trying to act all tough, you know? Thought I could handle it.”

He lets out a playful snort. “You did handle it—by launching yourself at me like a facehugger from Alien.” His eyes sparkle mischievously. “Ten outta ten form. Olympic-level dive. I’m flattered, really.”

You groan, burying your face in his shoulder again. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”

“Ohhh, no way,” he says with mock solemnity, pulling the blanket tighter around you both. “This is going down in the Official Mikey Memory Vault, right between the time Donnie screamed during that ghost episode of Creep Files and when Raph cried at the end of that cheesy romance flick. Legendary stuff.”

You huff a laugh, but it’s weak, mostly an exhausted exhale. “You’re such a brat.” You give his arm a light, playful punch. “Leave your brothers out of this.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “A charming brat.” Then his voice lowers a notch, warm and reassuring, as he puts his arm around your shoulder. “Hey. Seriously though. You’re good, yeah? Safe and sound in the lair. Nothing’s gonna get you here, promise. Not with me around.” He taps his chest twice like some kind of superhero tough guy. “I’m basically your personal mutant security blanket.”

You roll your eyes, but you don’t move away from him. If anything, you snuggle closer, hiding the way your hands are still shaking. “Some security blanket. You’re the one who picked this nightmare fuel.”

“Ahem, cult classic,” he corrects with faux indignation. “There’s a difference.” Then his tone shifts again, dropping into something softer. “But if it’s too much … really. We can ditch it. I won’t even tease you.”

You blink at him. “Really?”

A beat of silence passes.

“Well, okay, maybe just a little teasing. But like, affectionate teasing.”

You let out a laugh despite yourself. The comforting weight of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and that constant, Mikey-brand warmth—it’s grounding in the best way. The killer on screen feels like a distant shadow in the presence of this absolute goofball, who somehow knows exactly when to joke and when to just be here.

“You’re kind of the worst,” you murmur, though the smile in your voice betrays you.

“And yet, you’re still wrapped around me like a scarf,” he replies, smug.

Rolling your eyes, you shift so you’re sitting more upright, though you don’t move away from him. “Maybe horror movie night wasn’t completely awful. I mean, bonus cuddles, so …”

Mikey beams. “Now you’re seeing the big picture!” He gives you a victorious grin, all teeth. “See, this is why I knew horror night was the right call. You get heart-pounding thrills, unforgettable jump scares, and,” he gestures grandly between the two of you, “premium snuggle content.”

You snort. “You planned this, didn’t you?”

His eyes widen in mock innocence. “Me? Manipulate a movie night just for cuddles?” He gasps. “How dare you.”

You give him a look, one eyebrow raised. “You literally just called yourself a ‘mutant security blanket.’”

“And a very soft one, thank you.” He puffs up a bit, giving a proud little bounce of his shoulders. “Comes with built-in snark, ninja reflexes, and an encyclopedic knowledge of horror movies. I’m basically the ultimate boyfriend bundle.”

You shake your head, but you can’t stop smiling. Your heart is finally settling. Still, you glance at the remote. “Okay, so let’s say—hypothetically—I’m brave enough to keep going. Hypothetically. Would you, uh …” You hesitate, suddenly sheepish. “Would you stay close?”

He doesn’t even miss a beat. “Babe, I’m not moving from this spot unless Splinter himself drags me away. Even then, I might ninja-roll back.”

You giggle and lean back into him, letting your head rest against his shoulder. “Good. ‘Cause I might need your sixth sense if there’s another fake-out.”

“I told you, closet jump scares are the gateway drug,” he says solemnly. “Next, it’s mirrors. Then, showers. And before you know it, you’re never safe again.”

“That’s … not remotely reassuring.”

He grins down at you. “But you’ve got me. And I’ve seen this one, like, six times. I’ll warn you for real before the next big scare. Promise.”

You narrow your eyes. “You better not mess with me, Mikey.”

He raises a hand dramatically. “Scout’s honor.”

“You were never a scout.”

“Details.”

You sigh—because really, you know you’re probably going to scream again before the credits roll—but you still reach for the remote and press play. As the grainy picture flickers back to life, you burrow under the blanket again, Mikey’s arm still looped protectively around your shoulders. His thumb rubs absentmindedly along your arm.

“Okay, here comes the mirror fake-out … aaand—yup, there it is.”

You jump anyway.

But you don’t let go of him.

And when the next scream-worthy moment hits and you squeal again, he just laughs softly, tugging you closer like he knew it was coming—which, of course, he did.

Later, long after the credits roll and the killer is vanquished (for now), Mikey nudges you with a smug grin.

“Told you horror night would be unforgettable.”

You elbow him lightly. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He gasps. “Are you saying you’d let me traumatize you with scary movies just because I’m adorable?”

You smirk. “Maybe.”

He wraps both arms around you then, pulling you into a big bear-turtle hug. “Best. Compliment. Ever.”

And despite the nightmares that are almost definitely waiting for you later, right now, in Mikey’s arms—

It doesn’t feel scary at all.

[hotheadedhero]

Baby Bump

AN: A little insight to how the turtles are during your pregnancy because, I dunno, it's cute to think about and fever got me rn

A soft follow-up to this 💖

2003 Turtles x Reader

Leonardo

Whilst Leo is sensible and typically thinks before he acts, he once made the sore mistake of telling you to calm down when hormones were particularly unforgiving. He had only meant to ease you in the gentlest way possible but it wasn't taken as such. You could have given Raph a run for his money, jeez. That being said, the brother in question did have some sage advice to give in that when things are already wracking your nerves, the last thing you need to hear is 'calm down'. He supposes he should have known that but he isn't used to you wearing a short fuse.

That has been by-the-by now and it's clear that a lot is going on the closer you get to the nine-month mark. He doesn't want you to get stressed out. There's no imagining the strains your body must be going through, so he makes a point of eliminating as much hassle as possible. Need peace and quiet? He'll take his brothers top side to give you space. Chores and general responsibilities that require a lot of movement? A thing of the past. He took on your share of duties as soon as your bump started to show.

Expect frequent pampering and looking after from this man, some of which is in the form of meditation. His favourite way of doing this is with you sitting facing one another, close enough so the feet and knees of your crossed legs are touching. In this particular session, you're having a little more trouble clearing your mind. It seems someone is a little active in making their presence known, kicking and poking against the inside of your belly. Leo peeks an eye open, breathing a short chuckle, and places his hand on your stomach.

In almost an instant, the baby stops and settles, leaving you both with a widened stare in each other's direction. Seems the message came across. Whether it's pure coincidence or not, it makes his heart melt and his pride grow. There's still some time to go before he gets to meet this bundle of joy but he's already so proud.

Raphael

Raph likes to carry you around when you're too tired to do so yourself. Does this change as the bump grows? Like hell, it does. Despite how much you insist that you're too heavy, he continues to carry you from place to place. It's like killing two birds with one stone: your feet can get some rest and he can make his flirtatious remarks about how much you love his strength. Try as you may to refute this, he's quick to remind you of how you got pregnant in the first place. That always shuts you up.

With how big your belly has gotten, his current favourite way of cuddling is when you're sat on his lap, back pressed against his chest, so that he can rub your stomach and keep you both close to him. It's the perfect means to lull you to sleep for those long days of carrying the baby around. Although, it gives him amble opportunity to think, to envision this future, and worse of all to get worried.

What if this kid doesn't like him? What if he doesn't like this kid? He isn't exactly well-versed with children and this isn't something he can practise for either. He thinks about how difficult he was growing up, how much trouble he caused, and if karma will bestow him the same treatment. That would just be his luck, wouldn't it?

Too scared to bring up the subject with you, Mikey's the only one who manages to get it through his skull that there are going to be difficulties. No family is perfect, especially them, and everyone here seems to be pretty happy, right? Right. He can hardly argue with that, even if it is advice from his bonehead of a brother. Raphael can't anticipate what this lifestyle is going to be like but the two of you are in it together, always.

Donatello

The stereotype that the soon-to-be mum is the one who gets in a tizzy about keeping tabs on the baby's progress couldn't be more wrong in this instance. Not to say that Donatello has been stir-crazy on the whole thing - at least not since you kindly suggested that he need not worry so much - but he's been taking all of the precautionary measures to ensure you and your shared creation are safe and healthy. Good thing technology has its collective perks once again; tracking with you every step of the way with this baby app you both downloaded.

He may or may not have taken the liberty of making an ultrasound machine from old hospital equipment he's found in several junk yards. Don't worry, everything has been sanitised to perfect cleanliness for your benefit and safety. He wouldn't want to feed into the irony by making you ill by trying to help. The only mishaps are when he almost blows himself up but what's new? Your heart swells with affection for the turtle who is so dedicated to making this experience special, even if it means there are a few mechanical hiccups along the way.

Whilst the aid of machines is sweet and all, you do assure him that he's enough without them. Bless the eccentric genius for what he does but in doing all of this, he actually ends up spending a little less time with you than you would hope.

That's when he gets into massages. He knows what methods are best for rolling out those tight muscles but identifying which parts of the body are suffering most is where he's a little stumped. Luckily, when it comes to pressure points, Leo has plenty of sage advice to give on that one, along with aligning your chakras, and it's come in handy. Donnie isn't sure you've ever melted so much into him.

Michelangelo

It's been a learning experience for you both as to be expected but there are so many things that Mikey wouldn't have even thought about with you being pregnant. Mood swings were to be expected but not of this magnitude. Thankfully, if they're particularly bad, you're never short of a good distraction and a laugh when it comes to this guy. He'll do anything for his special lady. At least, where he can.

What he's disliked the most from your list of tribulations is how nauseous you get. Worst of all it's when you go off certain foods completely. That's why he's put so much time into figuring out new recipes and trying to make sense of all this dietary stuff. If he's being honest, all the vitamin mumbo jumbo has been the most confusing part of it.

No worries! Big bro Donnie is here to save the day by simply listing what foods should work best and what your body really needs - mostly folic acid and electrolytes. He has no idea what these things are, even after browsing the internet, but the main matter is making sure you get them in your system. Hey, he's never one to turn down new recipes for his portfolio, so it's an added win. The real win here, in your eyes, is the fact that he's applied all of this for the sake of looking after you.

He's been excited about showing your baby all of his comic books but he's too impatient for his own good. During the evenings, he'll read his comics to your bump, describing the pictures and making sound effects to help create the image. Rest assured, you're probably going to have a little comic book lover in the making.

Splinter has been a quiet observer, feeling ever so proud of his son for taking to oncoming fatherhood as naturally as he had himself all those years ago. It isn't without its hiccups but this is a journey full of both wonderful and scary learning experiences, even before the arrival of little feet. There's a lot to prepare for.

As a soon-to-be grandfather, he'll do his part to make sure you are comfortable. Most of this involves checking on you when he can and calming teas to keep your mind and soul calm. And, perhaps, the odd soap or two on TV for when the boys are making their rounds on the surface. It's a small pass time but one he thoroughly enjoys partaking in whilst keeping you company and it goes without saying that you feel the same, thankful for his like-mindedness for the domestic simplicities.

[mistic-turtle]

So, I was thinking... *twirls hair* in this fucking guy-

[writinandcrying]

TMNT HEADCANONS - Taking naps with the turtles / having a sleepy S/O

As someone who has accidentally slept for 23 hours straight and literally has a nickname as “snooze” I’m obligated to do this (I tried to look for a cute / aesthetic gift but that pup is my spirit animal fr)

I’ve been digging how @oozedninjas does their Headcanons (as long with their writing, I seriously eat it up everytime yum yum yum)

as much as I love looooong Headcanons, sometimes I only have some blurbs going on in my mind, I also think this keeps things so dynamic, every interaction can be seen and everyone is happy yipee (I hope you don’t mind me using your writing style? Headcanon Set-up? Layout? as reference! Pls let me know if so, I’ll def take it out or reference you on new ones!)

English is not my first language and I didn’t proof read this, if there is any gramatical erros pls don’t hesitate to tell me!

• Isn’t the one for naps, lowkey thinks it’s a waste of time, he rather do activities with you! Time is precious! That being your hobbies or his, talking, playing games or reading, he has his mind set on it… until you flutter your lashes at him, giving him puppy eyes, and suddenly at the warm of your embrace, the way you hum over his plastron, how cute and serene you look… he starts questions himself, why haven’t you two done this sooner?

2003, 2012, Rottmnt Donnie

2003, MM Raph

2003, MM Mikey

All Leo’s (minus MM and rise) lmao

• Has been waiting for it. Since you two have been officially a thing, he has been patiently waiting for it. wants to do nap dates, casual napping after Sunday lunches, accidentally napping from watching a boring film, coming home late and you are tired? Lay on top of him babe, let him will take care of you 🫶🏼 adores the innocence of holding you close, caressing your skin as you caress him back, finally admiring your features while you sleep, he longs for it, absolutely eats it up

MM AND ROTTMNT LEO !!

2007, 2012, ROTTMNT, Bayverse Mikey (keeping bayverse and 2012 still would be A Task (but anyways BOTH WANTS IT) 2007 is probably tired all the time bc of his gigs lol)

Bayverse, ROTTMNT RAPH !!!!

2007 and 2003 Donnie

• How come you are always this sleepy? This doesn’t make sense, something has to be wrong with your vitamins levels, have you been sleeping at night? Are you having nightmares? What kind of meds are you taking? Your sleep schedule and how you can just simply fall asleep everywhere is astonishingly worrisome, he will look into it

Take a wild guess (all versions)

Doctor feelings

• HE is the who Needs a nap. Drag him to his bed. Hold him close, put ambient music, kiss him softly and don’t let go.

2007 Leo, Future!Rottmnt Leo

2003, 2007, Future!Rottmnt DONNIE !

Future!rottmnt and Last Ronin Mikey

Future!Rottmnt, bayverse, 2007 Raph

Everyone in IDW-TMNT

Not a turtle, but Rottmnt Casey Jones

• can’t take naps (light sleeper or doesn’t want to mess their sleeping schedule) but enjoys you being by his side anyways, will give a dirty look to whoever makes loud noises next to you, tries to always save the most comfortable spots for you on movie nights, he knows you are bound to fall asleep. will takes embarrassing pics of you tho

Take another wild guess (all versions)

And another one (all versions as well)

Mm Donnie

[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

Your back! Hi! :D Ok, the guys adore and are protective of their female human best friend (fem reader). She shares a strong bond with them, and they with her. So, if she ever gets injured or sick, the guys are protective for a while. She is ready to help them again (as much as she can with being a human and all) but what she doesn't realize is that this time it's close to their spring season, making them very protective, territorial, and aggressive to outsiders. How would this play out as they are close to their primal time of the year, and she wants to go with them as they're about to leave on patrol, but they won't let her? Fluffy ending. 🥺(maybe some turtle noises and behaviors too)

Protective TMNT headcanons—reader wants to come on patrol

Bayverse, 2003, or 2012 if it suits ya. 🤷‍♀️. SFW! Mentions of "spring season" for the boys but nothing s*xual. hope u like it @pokemew119 !

Leonardo:

• Like Leonardo, we'll be straight to the point with this one—he's not going to want you going out with them. Normally, he doesn't want you to. Now he really doesn't want you to

• Due to their biology, springtime can be pretty dreadful for the bunch (for Splinter, too, he's the one having to manage them). Aggression, sensitivity, protectiveness, fussing over their rooms, etc. So you asking Leo to go out on their nightly patrol with them was a "this really isn't a good time" moment for him

• "The Lair is warm and safe, why would you want to come out here, anyways? Leave the fighting to me. That's what I'm here for, that's my job."

• Can be a little bit of an ass about it ngl, because he just wants to know you're home with someone he actually trusts to protect you, their father

• You heard Leo bark your name as you started up the ladder out of the sewers. Blue eyes giving you a suspicious look. You were trying to sneak topside so you'd be out there before he was able to protest. "No, no, go ask Master Splinter to show you some stuff if you want something to do so badly."

• Pats you along back to the Lair, watching to make sure you actually go back inside

• If you DO end up out there with them, he's going to be stressing a little more than usual about the setup because it throws him off having someone he feels he needs to constantly look out for, unlike his brothers who are more or less self-sufficient. But you bet you're always going to be his first priority, no hesitation

Michelangelo:

• For once, the heightened senses of springtime had Mikey thinking slightly more rationally than usual

• "Babycakes, you sure you want to come? It's ugly out there, smells bad, full of dudes always asking for a beat-down, maybe you should stay." Ruffles your hair for reassurance. "We can play games when I get back!"

• Secretly tries to dissuade you from even wanting to go out with them in the first place with promises of fun back at home

• If you do go anyways, he's taking every chance to show off his nunchaku skills

• Gets annoyed at his siblings for taking your attention away from him (oop there's the possessiveness)

• Very touchy, constantly hanging off of you or trying to play-fight, sit close to you on the sofa, scoot his chair towards you at dinner, etc.

• You ask if you can go with them on their way out and you catch Mikey

• He smiles big and sheepishly shakes his head, "Sorry, y/n, not tonight! You're kickin' back in my beanbag tonight and hanging out, not running around New York." End of conversation. You try to say something, he interrupts you, thumping your shoulder. "I'll text you! See ya, angel!"

• More passive about his protectiveness and isn't so outright about it like Leo, but on the inside, still doesn't fully understand why he feels that way (even though Donnie has explained over and over again)

Donatello:

• "You want to come out with us? Not gonna work, y/n, this is real stuff," he said amicably, raising his brow ridges. "There's been a three-point-four percent increase in crime rate just around the next four blocks, and that's with us kicking tail every other night. Statistically, you're liable to become a target and..."

• Donnie gets real irritable in spring and tends to avoid his brothers, argues with Leo about about their rooming situation bc he wants to be alone (except for with you)

• Sets up an entire cozy corner in his lab for you to chill in while he's gone and hopes you'll use it, even though he'd definitely rather be home and not topside at this time

• When you ask him to tag along on their patrol, he starts spouting off all the reasons you shouldn't and ultimately wins that debate

• Compromises by letting you man his tracking/observation station and communicating with them on their missions from the sewers

• He actually loves knowing you're on tap while he's out in the city and he can just radio in whenever he feels like it

• "See, isn't being our control center way better?"

Raphael:

• Raph already has a huge attitude problem, make that tenfold in spring.

• Gets waaaaay too overprotective at times, verges on bothersome levels of spazzing over what you do and where you go

• "You wanna go on patrol? With us? Just, out in New York City? With the Foot? Ahah, ain't happening, y/n. 'You said 'maybe' last time?' Well, I'm sayin' no, this time. You'll be bored?" He shrugs. "Watch TV or something. But you're not comin'."

• If you do somehow manage to go (highly unlikely), he's going to be grumpy and complain the whole time because he's secretly just worried and his hormones are out of whack

• Gets overly aggressive defending you from anything and probably stirs up more conflict over it tbh

• "It ended up fine that time, but don't do that again, ya hear?" He doesn't want to seem like he cares too much, so he flicks your head. (That man is head over heels for you)

[r0llerblad3]

hwy sooo how do you think the tmnt 2003 boys would deal with a s/o with a sensitive neck. Like s/o has kept it secret this entire time even during their cuddle sessions, but the boys find out from nuzzling their face affectionately into s/o neck and s/o has a gigglie fit and rolls and falls out of bed reflexively trying to get away? (If mikey blows a raspberry he will get punched).

SOOO SOO SOO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO POST- I HAVE BEEN BUSY IN MY PERSONAL LIFE LATELY! So I hope I did fuck up any of my spelling on here 💀

2003 TMNT BOYS REACTION TO A S/O WITH!SENSITIVE NECK

(GENDER NEUTRAL READER! NOT PROOF READ!!)

Warnings:Suggestive? I don’t really think so but just in case 😭

Gonna age up to turts just to be safe so they are in their 20’s!

Raphael🐢❤️

I feel like he would find out after a stressful fight, like near death type stuff with shredder and the foot clan. You’d be laying down with him on your chest as he played with your hair and nuzzled your face. (Ignore the fact he’s probably 10x your weight- hope your ribs r strong)

While he’s messing with your hair he moved his head down to your neck. He didn’t mean to surprise you, I mean the sound you made when his breath glazed your neck surprised him as well!

Raph would just stare at you for a good minute or two, taking in his new found discovery before he shoved his face into your neck, kissing it and maybe taking a bite..? You kicked your legs, trying to get out from underneath him. FINALLY after a few mins you managed to get out from him, only to fall face first onto the floor of his bedroom.

Don’t worry…he apologized and fixed up your face, just to go back to tickling and messing with your neck

Leonardo 🐢💙

Again, probably after a life or death situation. Unlike Raph, leo would have you sitting on his lap in his room. His arms around your waist as you comfort him. He’d have his snout on top of your head, talking sweet nothing about how much he loved you and how he was so happy to be with you.

Suddenly he’d move his head to your neck, his hot breath on your neck made you jump and wiggle on his lap. He moved his head away from you for a quick second before shoving it back.

You yelled at him as you tried to break free “ Leo! Stop!” you laughed. Finally broke loose, falling off his bed and onto the ground. He burst out laughing.

Donatello🐢💜

You would have active cuddle times in his lab when he’s not busy or out saving the city. He’d have a little corner set up (that was really just for him to sleep) that was all for cuddles when you where over. He was working on a new project, sometimes that could help the team tremendously. Yet, the stress got to him. he had spent nights staying up working on it, hardly eating. This of course worried his brothers and so they decided to call up you.

Here you are, holding your big, mutant, purple loving boyfriend as he slept so calmly in your arms. You where the big spoon, holding him close with his arms around your waist. You had gotten a notification from your phone, wanting to grab it but not wanting to wake up Donatello. You tried to carefully reach for you phone, grabbing it but also waking him up. He had moved his head to your neck and sighed.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle as it happened. You never told him you where ticklish there until now. He smiled lazily as he started to kiss your neck, sleep still getting the best of him. You had begged him to stop in between laughs yet he ignored you. You managed to pull his arms off you, and puts away from him only to fall off the small bed and onto your butt on the ground p, earning a laugh from him and a glare from you.

Michelangelo🐢🧡

Mikey, your bundle of join as you may put it. He loved to cuddle with you and not far into your relationship he had found out about your neck. You had originally been sleeping next to him, exhausted after a day at work when Mikey had a idea. How cute would it be to see your reaction when his kissed your neck? You had kissed many times of course, but only on the cheek, head, or lips. He always loved your reactions when he did that so why not try a new place?

He gave you a soft kiss on the head, causing you to open your eyes before his lips traced to you neck. He kissed your neck and earned a flinch from you. He decided to do it again. You laughed this time and with that he had a new idea, Tickle fight. You had fought against him, trying to get away as he attacked your neck causing you to erupt with laughter. He has blown raspberries in your neck and with all your strength you managed to get away from him…but you did bust up your nose falling face first off his bed.

~~~~~~~~

HOLLY- if I’m being honest this took me WILLPOWER to finish this! I just couldn’t think of any good scenarios for weeks! But it’s done! Also Leo and Raph may look kinda weird next to Donnie and Mikey because I wrote the them like two month apart and my writing has definitely gotten better!

Request board/Intro here!

[taffycandyqt]

hey so how do you think the tmnt 2003 boys would deal with having helped (more like mother hen) their s/o back to good health and s/o is just super cuddly and loving after. “Well I’ve got to thank you some way for looking after me”. “I’m not making it a habit of getting hurt, but I liked the attention”. “Normally I’d just deal with this stuff on my own” <-explanation why they enjoyed the smothering from their favourite mutant turtle?

You always give some great writing prompts my friend. 👌👌👌

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Your boyfriend helps you out when your sick. No one's ever done that for you before, so safe to say your feeling extra cuddly when your all better.

2003 turtles (separately) x reader

Warnings: none

Fluff, angst?

Established relationship

Leo:

It was flu season and well, you had an incredibly weak immune system.

If felt like your brain was stuffed with cotton balls and you couldn't breath through your nose.

Breathing through your throat hurt but it was the only way to get your oxygen.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Safe to say you haven't stopped by the lair in a while and contacting the guys was the least of your worries.

Leo was getting worried so he decided to stop by your place and was terrified to see you so sick and BY YOURSELF.

WHO LEAVES A SICK PERSON ALONE???

Nononononono.

You'll try and tell him your fine and that you can take care of it but he's attitude is basically "no shut up."

He will get you all your meals, refill your water as many times he needs to, gets you all your medicine, and anything else you might need.

If there is something he can do, he will.

And well... You felt spoiled.

It would be a lie to say you didn't enjoy it.

This was the first time someone had ever made such a fuss about you.

And it continued until you were all better.

"Hey Leo, can I come in?" You ask outside his bedroom.

This is the first time you'd stopped by the lair since you'd gotten over your sickness.

"Of course," he answered.

As you entered you saw him reading over some Japanese scrolls on his desk. You walked towards him and looked over his shoulder to get a better view.

"There Master Splinters," he told you, "He says it's important to know the events of the past in order to learn from them."

He continued to tell you about what he was reading and why he thought it was important but you couldn't hear him. You wished you could have listened better but the burning sensation tingling just below your skin was too distracting.

He had been with you all day everyday during your sickness and now that you were better, you really missed him. You wanted to kiss his face and wrap his arms around you. You watched the way his lips moved as he spoke to you and the way his face lit up while talking. As you sat there watching him a warm glow bloomed between you both. A soft comfortable atmosphere full of love.

As he was talking you reached out and wrapped him in a hug, unable to keep to yourself any longer.

"Y/n? Are you alright?" You weren't normally super touchy, so this was new for him.

"Yeah. Keep talking."

He eyed you curiously but then picked up where he had left off. This time though he wrapped his arm around you and leaned back on his other. You nuzzled further into the crook of his neck before pecking the bottom of his gaw. This time his pause was quite abrupt.

"Are you sure you're alright? You aren't acting like yourself," he questioned.

"I'm better than ever Leo. I just feel like cuddling my boyfriend," you looked up at him, "Is that so wrong?"

Leo flushed but then smiled softly at you.

"Not at all."

Raph:

When you called Raph and said you wouldn't be stopping by for a while, naturally, he was curious as to why.

He was also curious why your voice was so raspy and why you were coughing.

When you told him you were sick, all three of those questions were answered and he was on his way to you before you even hung up.

He showed up at your place like 🧍let me in.

Safe to say you were very confused by his sudden appearance.

You let him in and he took out a can of soup from a plastic bag he was holding and then handed the bag over to you.

He would detail everything it contained before telling you to get some rest while he made you something to eat.

After he left your room you kinda just stood there staring at the door he had disappeared through.

The bag had different kinds of medicine for specific symptoms, a couple movies, some non sugary snacks, and a rice bag you could heat up or through in the freezer for later.

He was a surprisingly comforting presence to have around when sick.

And he stuck with you throughout the whole thing.

Safe to say that after the whole thing you felt like showing him some lovin'

Raph had come to check in on you as early as possible, as per the routine for the past couple of days. He would show up in the dark hours of the morning, stay till midnight when you were fast asleep, leave, repeat. This way when you were awake he was always there.

Today though, you were already awake. Granted you were still in bed, in your pjs. It was clear you haven't left your bed. But you were sitting on your bed, wide awake, reading a book.

"Good morning," you greeted him, setting your book down to look at him.

"How long have you been up? Shouldn't you be asleep to help you get better," he posed the question as more of a statement.

"I'm already better," you smiled at him.

"Really now?" He walked over to you with a playful smile on his face.

He knew you were being silly, which is why he has a hard time believing you were actually better. He leaned down a little and placed a hand on your forehead. You weren't particularly warm. He grabbed the thermometer from off your nightstand.

"Really Raph?" You teased.

"Really," he teased back.

He set it in your mouth and waited a couple of seconds until it beeped. When it did he pulled it out and read a normal and completely healthy temperature. He set it down and looked back at you.

"you breathing okay? No stuffed nose or sore throat?"

"Nope!"

"Your not sore anywhere?"

"Not even a little bit!"

Raph stood quiet for a bit. He cycled between looking at you, touching your head, and checking the thermometer a couple of time.

"Are you sure?"

If you didn't know any better he almost seemed a bit disappointed. Unbeknownst to you, he actually enjoyed the time he took to take care of you. You decided to try something. You scooted over on your bed and opened the covers a little bit for him.

"Come on," you softly while patting the space next to you.

His eyes widened not expecting the offer, but took it quickly. You leaned into him resting your head on his collar bone.

"I- what?" He choked out.

"I am feeling a little tired though. Rest with me?"

Okay, so maybe you didn't want this to end just yet either. No one has ever devoted so much time and energy to you before and you just wanted to soak up as much of his presence as you could. Raph didn't say anything in response. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled the blanket higher on the both of you.

Donny:

You weren't feeling to hot.

Or, scratch that, you felt waaaay to hot.

And not in the good way.

You decided some time in bed would be a good idea so you called Don to tell him you wouldn't be coming round for a while.

Today was supposed to be a date too but oh well😔

When he learned that you were sick he gathered everything he could find to help and made us way over to you.

I'm talking immune boosting tea, liquid IV, vitamin D chewables, vitamin water with antioxidants, ect.

Bro wants you to get better so fast.

Just take it, don't be like, 'no it's okay, you don't have to do that it's not that bad!'

Cuz then he will want to cook for you.

And I'm not joking when I say that is it canon that this man CANNOT COOK.

Please don't let him near your kitchen, just take the vitamins.

After you take everything he brought and settled in for a nap he'll kinda just stand there awkwardly.

Like, he want to help more but he's already done everything he could think of.

Unless you invite him to cuddle or something he's just gonna hang around your room until you wake up.

He didn't leave you side the entire time you were sick, and well, it touched you.

After you got better, you felt it was only fair that you returned the favor.

"Hey Don?"

"Yes hon?"

"You at a good stopping place?"

"Huh? Uh... Yeah... juuuuu-" he made a few short adjustments to the contraption infront of him, "-uuuuuust there! What do you need?"

He turned to you with a smile on his face.

"You're not feeling sick again are you?"

"What? Oh, no no. I'm feeling great!" Standing up straight to showcase your good health.

"That's good then," he guided you to the couch in the train car and sat you down, "what can I do for you then?"

"Actually can you sit next to me for a second?" You asked.

"Oh sure," he took a seat next to you on the couch.

You really missed his company after you got better. You especially missed his cuddles. He was always there, consistently and constantly. It made you feel so loved and appreciated, but now that he's not around all the time, you've been feeling a bit lonely. You were a little embarrassed to ask him to cuddle though, so you really weren't sure what to do. Because of this, you sat there nervously fidgeting trying to figure out exactly what you were going to say.

Donnie noticed your discomfort and put a hand on your shoulder to try and ground you from your thoughts. What he didn't expect was this to prompt a sudden and tight hug from you immediately after.

"Is everything alright?" He was a little worried now.

"Yes I just want a hug," you squeaked.

"Oh," he chuckled, "alright."

He embraced you and pulled you closer. He smiled to himself about how cute you were.

Mikey:

Oh precious boy has attachment issues.

You tell him you can't come by cuz your sick, bro is packing an overnight pack and everything.

Dude will literally camp out at your place until your better.

He doesn't really know much about taking care of someone when there sick and he didn't really think about it.

But when you ask him for something he'll get it. When you go to do something he'll do it.

Legit just wants you to spend time getting better and that's it.

Be prepared for lots of movie nights.

Dude loves horror so if you don't you better tell him.

Honestly horror isn't even that bad with him though cuz he is talking the whole time.

Watching any movie with Mikey is honestly the best.

He says the most out of pocket stuff and his reactions are so over the top, it's usually more entertaining than the movie itself.

When you do get better and start coming by the lair again you can't shake the feeling of wanting to be near him.

One thing about your relationship with Mikey is that physical touch was a big love language. That and quality time. When you were sick Mikey slept over every night and it was great. Now that you were better you both agreed he should probably move back in at the lair.

You were kicking yourself for that now. Everytime you've visited the lair after you just wanted some alone time with Mikey but his family is always doing something and when they weren't he'd be to dense to pick up on your hints. Gosh he's such a an idiot sometimes. Unfortunately you love idiots so these are the cards you delt yourself.

Then an idea hit you. If you can't get some time when you go to him, why not get him to come to you! So you called Mikey about maybe having a movie night at your place that night. Unsurprisingly he said yes, quite enthusiastically.

With the plan set in place you cleaned up your room a bit making sure to throw away any loose trash and vacuum. Was your room a mess when he slept over? Yes. But, for one, you were sick and two, Mikey was staying over. He wasn't exactly the picture of cleanly habits. Realistically you knew he wouldn't care whether it was messy or not but you wanted to relax with him. You couldn't relax in a messy room. After you were finished it was only a matter of time before Mikey swung by.

"Guess whoo!!" Mikey sung from your open window.

"Hmmmmm. A particularly intelligible pigeon?" You answered not turning around from your closet.

You had been looking for your extra blankets for you both to use while you snuggled.

"Hahaha," he answered sarcastically stepping into your room, "Now the real question is what do we wanna watch? I got Slasher and Friday the Thirteenth and Chuckie OR we could do a trilogy!"

When you turned around you noticed he had brought his entire case of movies with him even though he was only gonna be there for the night.

"Let's stick with a single, stand alone movie yeah?" You told him sweetly as you lazily adjusted the blankets on your bed.

"WHAT! You only want to watch ONE movie!?"

"Mikey, we'll only have time for one movie!" you laughed.

"You said movie night!" He told you clearly distressed.

"You normally only watch ONE movie at a movie night!" You informed him, unable to quell your chortling.

"WHA- BUT-" He looked at his box of movies.

How was he only supposed to pick one!? Once you were able to calm down you saw him looking over his movie crate concerned.

"Mikey, just one nice tonight doesn't mean no more movies ever. We can watch one tonight and another a different night. We could even have a marathon at some point."

"You promise?"

"I promise," you grinned at him.

And with that Mikey grabbed a movie and started it up. He had gotten comfortable on the bed before you could even get on. When you did join him he nudged a big bad of potato chips your way, you both would be sharing. As the movie continued you slowly moved closer to him until you were practically on top of him. By the end of it you weren't even facing the movie, opting to nuzzle into his chest.

Mikey if course didn't notice, too invested in the film in front of him. When the movie ended however he noticed he was unable to move how he wanted. Only then realizing that you were completely cuddled into him. He flushed and stuttered, oh how he wishes he knew when this happened. He wasn't sure if you were awake or not though until you told him to put in another movie.

"I-I-I thought you said only one?" His voice wiggly.

"I think we can break that rule once in a while."

With that Mikey popped in another movie, this time one that wasn't particularly his favorite. This way he could focus on returning your affections.

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

When the ‘03 Turtles are in love!

🐢💙❤️2003 TMNT x Reader💜🧡🐢

Word Count: 889

CW: Gender-neutral reader as always, referred to as ‘you’, my underrated beloveds ong, (especially Donnie 💜), nothing but fluff! Turtles realizing they’re in love with you and how they act around you!! (+ confessions because yes <3)

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 With Leo, it takes him a good while to realize he’s in love with you. It just randomly hits him when he’s meditating, the comfort you bring, the way he can lean on you, the way he’s always seemingly drawn to you! It hits him like a bus.

💙 He gets a little shy and distant with you, but don’t give up! Continue coming to him and acting like yourself, he’ll feel a bit guilty for avoiding you, but you still coming to him makes his heart flips and he’s feeling those butterflies.

💙 That’s when Leo can’t take it anymore and finally confides in Master Splinter, (which we both know that man knows when his sons are in love). Splinter is pleasantly surprised! But he’s happy to help his son sort out his feelings and even devise ways to confess to you.

💙 Finally, Leo works up the courage and asks you to go to the training dojo with him alone, to train. You two do train and by the end of it, Leo finally spills it, confessing his love to you, but also expressing his understanding if you didn’t feel the same.

💙 Pleasantly surprised when you admit to feeling the same way! Man is fist-pumping the air mentally when you confess. After that, you two spent more time together in the dojo, just talking things out and making it official with a hug, (a kiss will come later, Leo’s not ready to make that quick of a step!)

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ With this emotional turtle, Raph is quick to realize, unlike his brothers, and at first; he’s frustrated. He didn’t NEED feelings, especially not towards a family friend, a human… A very beautiful human at that—

❤️ Okay, he gives up and comes to terms with the fact, Raph, the tough guy with anger issues, has soft feelings for YOU. (Bro went through the 5 stages of grief because of this/j)

❤️ And after coming to that conclusion, man is always trying to impress you, he gets closer to you, wants you to depend on him because he wants to be that someone for you! It strokes his ego quite a bit too.

❤️ It’s when he finally realizes he wants to be with you he shoots his shot. What’s the worst they could say? No? So, one night when you join him on patrol and you two are chilling on a roof, he finally confesses. And he’s straight to the point like, “Look uh, this is gonna sound weird, but I have feelings for you.”

❤️ Dude is so hyped when you say you feel the same way too. Raph isn’t the type to wait around either like Leo, on that rooftop was where you two shared (his) your first kiss.

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 When Donnie realizes, he panics a little actually. YOU are his best friend, and he’s completely shocked when he realizes that his heart thunders in his chest and his palms get sweaty when YOU are around, (*slow fade-in of the demi-romantic flag*).

💜 He tries to shut down these feelings as best as he can by working on his technology more and being distant with everyone, and I mean EVERYONE.

💜 Even then he can’t stay away for too long, he’s back to ranting and rambling about his inventions to you, and his breath hitches whenever you smile at and tell him, “Go on”, whenever he pauses and apologizes for rambling again.

💜 Donnie has to tell you, if he gets rejected now, hopefully these feelings will go away, right? He didn’t even consider the fact that you could possibly like him back, according to his statistics, the likelihood of a mutant and a human together is low!

💜 Well, when he sat you down for a serious conversation, going on to admit his feelings and saying he wouldn’t be hurt if you said no— Wait what? You were quick to interrupt him and tell him you liked him back?? He had to process a moment before he would shyly ask if you wanted to go for a small ride in the Battle Shell around town. (You two held hands while he drove. <3)

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 Woof, Mikey on the other hand is a bit of a wild card, at first he confuses platonic with romance, but when his brothers point out to him the obvious, he’s all for it!

🧡 Mikey is the type to start reading comics and watch movies that involve romance so he has an idea of what to do, (and yes, he kicks his feet all giddy-like when he’s doing this).

🧡 After he’s obtained his knowledge, he’s quick to try and impress you and reenact some moments from the movies he’s watched, always saying quotes you probably wouldn’t understand. And when you don’t get it at first, thinking he’s just being Mikey, he’s a little bummed…

🧡 Then Raph has to point it out to him why his advances aren’t working, because he’s not really acting any different, and just tells Mikey to grow a pair and to tell you honestly. And that’s when Mikey’s new plan is sent into action, operation confession is a go!

🧡 Still a little confusing because he’s still making references but he’s got the spirit. Eventually he ends up forgetting the movie references and out-right tells you. And it’s safe to say, you guys have a roof-top date coming up here soon.

Gaaah, I’ve been obsessing over TMNT good lord. I wanted to write about them, and I’ll probably write more about them too 😭💙 Love turtle pookies ong, hope you enjoyed, and yes I posted the same day, I am motivated to write. ✍️

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Random Headcanons (18+)

SAINW!Michelangelo x reader

A/N: I felt for a short quick thing to write, and the lucky wheel decided on this one, so here ya go🧡

Reader and Mikey are in their 30’s - 40’s.

Warnings: Mentioning of sex, but nothing too descriptive.

With the world changing before his eyes, Mikey too had changed quite a bit. Other than losing his arm, his personality also had some changes. Mikey used to be this somewhat unserious man, that would find every possible way to have fun and joke around. A walking ray of sunshine that was able to brighten the world around him. Back then, sex with Mikey was fun. The main focus for the two of you was to feel good and have fun, at times even cracking jokes while in action. It was just something that made sense for someone like Mikey.

But then everything took a turn. Mikey and his brothers lost their father, Raph lost his eye and Mikey lost his arm, unable to do anything as Shredder took over New York City, soon expanding outwards to the rest of the world. It only got worse when Donnie disappeared, followed by Leo departing, with Raph doing the same shortly after. All of that changed something in Mikey. It made him in general more serious. Mikey wasn’t the same ray of sunshine that he used to be, and that translated into your sex life as well.

Your sex went from fun and filled with jokes, to something more intense. Sex was less frequent, due to you and Mikey’s tight schedule with the resistance. So when sex finally was possible, you and Mikey cherished it greatly, using it to show how much you still loved each other. It was during sex, that you and Mikey could enjoy the life you still had. A different way to express to each other how grateful you were to still be alive, having each other by your sides, though it could be hard at times.

Eye contact was commonplace during sex with Mikey. Though he only had one arm, it didn’t stop him from resting his weight on one arm, keeping you in a mating press, staring lovingly into your eyes as he thrusted into you.

Words of love and care was whispered to each other with longing and need, in between many kisses, sprinkled all over your bodies, at whatever places you could reach.

In a world like the one you and Mikey found yourselves in, you believed yourselves lucky to even be able to be with each other, share the love and lust you still had for each other. And as you fell asleep in each other's arms, after a long day and some much needed love making, you truly believed that it was your strong and still going sex life that kept you sane after such a long time in such a dark world.

[chadobi]

“Heavy Lies the Mask”

Bayverse Leonardo x Reader

Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Argument, Romantic Tension

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

The lair was too quiet.

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

And Leonardo was in the dojo, alone.

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am the leader.”

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

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

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

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

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

He exhaled, like the words deflated something in him.

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

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

“I’m not—”

“You know what I mean.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you hate me?” he asked quietly.

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

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

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

[oozedninjas]

Drunk for you~

Warnings: 18+ / NSFW / MDNI / Ninja guys are late twenties / Happy Valentine's Day!! ❤️

Pussy! drunk Leo holds you tightly close to his chest, fisting your face with a full hand as he forces you to look at him because, fuck, you're so hot when you come.

Pussy!drunk Leo moans into your mouth as he pounds frantically into you, dizzy in the feeling of your cunt around him. Mmm, so fucking tight.

Pussy!drunk Leo whispers the best degradation-praise combos in your ear with a breathy, raspy tone that drives you crazy. He can't have enough. Squirm more to his words. Be louder, scratch his shell harder. Shit, he's so close—

Pussy!drunk Leo knows he has to pull out but it feels so freaking good that he can't bring himself to do so, especially not when you're begging him to breed you so much. Shit, you're gonna be the end of him.

Pussy!drunk Raph relentlessly fucks you from behind in front of your bedroom mirror. Fuck, he's so big, stretching you so good it has you on the verge of turning stupid.

Pussy!drunk Raph fucks you up and down his dick like a small fuck toy, too lost in pleasure to do nothing but hold onto his shoulders as he manhandles you all he wants. 

Pussy!drunk Raph barely allows you to breathe as he devours your mouth, groaning agast your lips with each new thrust. God, he loves it when he's so overstimulated that it's almost too much. His cum is dripping from you, and the sounds of your flesh slapping have Raph craving to come again. Can you? Just one more time, doll. Fuck, please. 

Pussy!drunk Donatello drinks you up eagerly. His tongue feels heavenly over your clit, he knows. You're tugging him too much to keep him there for it to not. That's right, darling, come on his face— Yeah, like that, damn good.

Pussy!drunk Donatello enjoys himself so much that suddenly all inhibitions are thrown out the window, and he's shamelessly moaning, mouth open as a trail of drool rolls out the corner of his mouth. You feel so good~

Pussy!drunk Donatello loves having your tongue down his throat, claiming him vehemently as your hands scratch the side of his shell, just where it joins to his plastron. The sound that escapes him is everything but human.

Pussy!drunk Mikey can't keep his hands out of you. He slips his palm up your thigh under the table, only stopping when he's met with your warm cunt. Leaking for him just by his slightest touch? Aw, you're so cute! 

Pussy!drunk Mikey can't hold back once he starts kissing you. It's like he physically needs the heat emanating from your body. He wants to rob it, keep it alongside you, so deep inside that it deliciously burns.

Pussy!drunk Mikey inhales your scent from the crock of your neck and lets out a mix between a sigh and a soft moan. He pulls you closer, fucking himself deeper in you. You're so soft, so his, from now to forever.

[stellaspectral]

If you’re still doing requests I got a random idea of the 2003 turtles reacting to reader dying her hair the color of their masks. You could even do the hair dye in different styles (one streak in the front, ombré, highlights, etc)

A/N: I wrote everyone a little flirty. Hope that’s okay! 😊

A Splash of Them (fluff)

💚 2003 Turtles/Female Reader 💚

CWs: Fluff, hair dyeing, and pre-relationship vibes (all turtles) with light flirting. All characters are aged-up.

You spend the entire afternoon in your bathroom, dye bottles scattered across the counter like paint palettes, gloved hands working carefully. You’ve mapped it all out in your head: each turtle’s signature mask color, represented in a different part of your hair.

You don’t tell them you’re doing it.

When you’re done, you study yourself in the mirror. Your natural color still dominates, but the additions stand out just enough.

The blue highlights shimmer through the underside layers, visible when you tilt your head or move a certain way. A single purple streak frames your face on the left side, almost hidden. The red ombré tips burn at the ends of your hair like smoldering coals. And tucked underneath it all, mostly invisible until your hair is up, are peekaboo layers of orange.

It’s like carrying a piece of each of them with you.

And now comes the fun part.

You climb down the ladder into the lair like any other night, pretending your heart isn’t hammering just a little harder than usual. You’re not sure if it was genius or insanity that inspired you to dye your hair in their colors.

But now that it’s done, there’s no turning back.

Your boots hit the floor and you stroll in like you didn’t just spend the better part of a day turning your head into a living color wheel. The second you step into the common area, Leo’s the first to notice.

He’s mid-kata, sweat gleaming on his skin, when his gaze flickers toward you and his stance falters. His eyes narrow; not in disapproval, but curiosity. He says nothing at first, just watches as you slowly cross the room. His expression is hard to read.

“That’s new,” he finally says, his voice steady but lower than usual.

You act casual, brushing your hair off your shoulder, letting the blue shimmer in the light. “Just felt like mixing things up. Figured it was time for a change.”

There are a few beats of silence.

His lips quirk up, not quite a smile, but something more restrained. “You picked blue.”

“Not just blue,” you say, and step a little closer.

His gaze sweeps over your hair more thoroughly now, noting the shifts in color. “Right,” he murmurs, almost smiling. “It looks good. Really good. It suits you.”

“Thanks,” you say.

Before you can respond, a blur of orange crashes into your peripheral vision, launching over the couch.

“Whoaaa!” Mikey stops dead in his tracks, skidding to a stop beside you. His wide eyes scan you from head to toe, then zoom in on the orange peeking through. “Is that what I think it is?!”

You smirk and pull your hair up into a ponytail, revealing the vivid orange beneath.

His jaw drops like you just told him he’s won a lifetime supply of pizza. “DUUUUDE!” he cries, then lunges for you in a hugging attempt—stopping just short when Leo clears his throat. “Oh. Right. Boundaries.” Mikey grins sheepishly. “You look like a walking mural of awesome.”

You laugh. “That’s one way to describe it.”

Mikey squints at your head. “Wait. There’s more? Are those blue highlights? Is that red at the bottom? And is that a streak of purple?!”

You barely dodge being dragged into a spontaneous photoshoot when Donnie appears, mug in hand. He stops cold as his eyes lock on the streak of purple, tilting his head like he’s analyzing it under a microscope.

“Huh,” he says softly, his brow lifting in curiosity.

You tuck the strand behind your ear and glance at him. “Too much?”

“No. Not at all. Actually …” He steps closer, peering intently. “That shade’s unique. You custom-mixed it?”

“Guilty,” you say, trying not to grin at his keen observation.

“You placed it right at your temple,” he says. “Like it’s part of your identity, but only if someone’s paying attention.”

“You always pay attention,” you murmur, barely audible.

He clears his throat and shifts awkwardly. “Yeah, guess I do.”

The moment is cut short by a low scoff that drifts from the corner. It’s Raph, who’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed and expression unreadable. His gaze lingers at your hair’s ends.

“You serious with this?” he asks, nodding at your hair.

You meet his stare. “What, don’t like it?”

He doesn’t answer right away, but pushes off the wall and walks toward you. He doesn’t stop until he’s close—too close—tilting his head just slightly to get a better look at the color.

“I didn’t say that,” he mutters, then nods toward your tips. “That’s my red.”

“Guess it is.”

A pause, then, “Looks … good on you.”

You raise a brow. “Just good?”

He huffs out a breath. “Fine. Hot. You happy now?”

“Very.”

He smirks. “Yeah, you would be.”

Raph takes a half-step back, as if to re-establish his personal bubble. But his eyes still flick down to the smoldering red at your tips before returning to meet yours.

Before you can think of a witty comeback, Mikey is practically vibrating beside you again. “Okay, okay, but for real, though! Can I? Just, like, gently pat the orange? To scientifically measure its level of awesomeness?” He wiggles his fingers, his eyes wide and pleading.

Leo lets out a soft chuckle. “Easy, Mikey. Give her some air.” But even he is looking at you with an openly appreciative gaze now, the initial focused curiosity replaced by a kind of pleased warmth. “It was a bold choice,” he says to you. “But a good one.”

“He’s not wrong,” Donnie chimes in. “The deliberate placement of each color—it’s rather insightful. Was that level of symbolism intentional, or primarily an aesthetic decision?”

You feel a warmth creep up your neck. “A little of both, I guess,” you admit, shrugging slightly as you meet his gaze. You glance around at the others, their faces a mixture of amusement, interest, and genuine appreciation. “I just … wanted to try something new. And you guys are, well, you’re important to me, so …” You trail off, feeling a touch shy under their combined scrutiny, even though it’s overwhelmingly positive.

Raph scoffs again, but there’s no real bite to it this time. His stance is less confrontational now, more relaxed. “Sentimental mush,” he mutters, but you catch the way his gaze softens almost imperceptibly when it lands on you for a fleeting second.

“It’s not mush, Raph!” Mikey declares, puffing out his chest slightly as if defending a sacred principle. “It’s an artistic expression of friendship! And super-duper cool hair!” He turns back to you, his eyes sparkling with undiminished enthusiasm. “So, about that pat? For science? And friendship?”

You can’t help but laugh, the sound lighter now that the initial wave of reactions has passed and settled into something comfortable. “Alright, Mikey. Gently.”

His face lights up as he reaches out with surprising delicacy, his fingers barely brushing against the strands you’ve pulled up to show the orange.

Meanwhile, Leo shakes his head, a genuine smile finally gracing his lips as he watches Mikey’s antics. He catches your eye, his own crinkling at the corners. “You’ve certainly made an impression tonight.”

“I hope it’s a good one,” you say, your voice a little softer than intended, meeting his gaze.

“It is,” Leo confirms, his voice steady and sincere. “It shows you put thought into it. That you care. And,” he adds, a slight teasing note entering his voice as his eyes flick to the blue highlights, “you clearly have excellent taste in your primary accent colors.”

Donnie nods thoughtfully from beside him. “Indeed. The precision of the highlights and the evenness of the ombré are also commendable. Did you manage all of that yourself? It requires a steady hand and a rather sophisticated understanding of mirror angulation.”

“All me,” you confirm, a small surge of pride warming you. “Took pretty much the entire afternoon, if I’m being honest.”

“Time well invested, from an aesthetic and, dare I say, emotional standpoint,” Donnie concludes, offering you a small but pleased smile.

Raph just grunts, but you see him glance at the fiery red tips of your hair one more time before walking towards the kitchen area. “Anyone else suddenly starving?” he calls back, his voice gruff as ever. “All this color commentary is making me hungry.” It’s his classic deflection, but you know him well enough to see the underlying approval.

Mikey, who had reluctantly pulled his hand away from your hair, gasps dramatically. “Pizza! Does this mean pizza to celebrate the official unveiling of her totally tubular, multi-colored mane of glory?” He looks between you and his brothers, his face alight with hope.

Leo sighs, but the smile doesn’t leave his face. “I think that can be arranged, Mikey.” He looks back at you, an inviting warmth in his eyes. “You in?”

You don’t even hesitate. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Mikey lets out a whoop, pumping his fist in the air. “Yesss! Color party pizza night is officially ON!”

The rest of the evening unfolds in a blur.

Mikey tries to convince you to dye your eyebrows to match the hair (you decline), Donnie starts brainstorming color-safe hair care formulas (“for science”), Leo watches you quietly, as if committing every hue to memory, and Raph? Raph keeps finding reasons to walk past you. And glance. And smirk.

And with every appreciative glance, you know your colorful gamble hadn’t been insanity at all. It was a brilliant stroke of belonging—

One they’ve wholeheartedly embraced.