#tmntbayverse

[kittpunk144]

Gotta be one of my favourite Leonardo’s

[luv4arinn]

Bayverse!Leo as a Boyfriend – Headcanons

(Because even if I don’t like him, he deserves better characterization and development. And besides, I love overanalyzing.)

Pairing: Leonardo x Female!Reader

Warnings: Overprotectiveness, possessive behavior, affection-starved. Subtle (but present) hints of: narcissism, egocentrism, perfectionism, spirituality, insomnia. I developed him so well that I actually like him now—I don’t like that.

Leonardo, as a partner, would be a fascinating study in contradictions. At first glance, he seems like the perfect boyfriend—disciplined, loyal, protective, someone you can trust without hesitation. But being with him isn’t easy.

Not because he’s cold or indifferent—on the contrary, he feels too much. He’s just spent his entire life learning how to hide it. To him, emotions are a double-edged sword: love can give you strength, yes, but it can also make you drop your guard, make mistakes, and risk everything you’ve fought for.

And Leonardo can’t afford that luxury.

Since he was young, his identity has been tied to duty. He’s not just an older brother—he is the older brother. The leader. The one who must always have the answers. There is no room for error, no space for doubt. That’s why, if he ever fell in love, he would do so with the same intensity he applies to any challenge—with absolute commitment. But also, with a need for control that can be suffocating.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust his partner. It’s that he needs to make sure nothing puts her in danger. That she’s safe, that there are no loose ends, that every move is calculated. Don’t expect Leo to be the laid-back boyfriend who goes with the flow. He will want to protect you—even from things that might not even be a real threat.

If he comes to your house and you don’t answer, his mind will assume the worst before even considering that you were simply in the shower. If you go out alone at night, he won’t be at ease until he knows you made it home safely. Not out of jealousy, but because the thought of losing someone he loves terrifies him. But instead of expressing that fear, he translates it into rules, into planning, into strategies.

Because Leonardo doesn’t know how to handle what is beyond his control.

This was evident in Out of the Shadows. His instinct was to make decisions for everyone, to divide the team when he felt they were weakening. He truly believed he was doing the right thing, that carrying the burden alone was the best course of action. But in the process, he lost sight of what his brothers really needed. And that’s exactly how he would be in a relationship—not out of malice, but because he believes being the strong one is his duty.

And while Leo loves with every fiber of his being, he doesn’t say it easily. He’s not the type to look you in the eyes and just blurt out an “I love you.” His way of showing affection is more silent, more tangible. He will remember exactly how you like your tea, he will learn to pick up on even the slightest change in your tone of voice, he will make sure you always have an escape plan in case things go wrong. But if you expect spontaneous hugs or verbal expressions of love, you might find yourself frustrated. Not because he doesn’t feel it, but because, to him, love isn’t something you say—it’s something you prove.

However, if someone manages to break through his armor, they will see something that few have ever witnessed. Because beneath all the rigidity, the discipline, and the self-imposed perfection, there is a boy who never had the chance to make mistakes. A boy who has spent years carrying a tremendous weight, who can’t remember the last time someone saw him and not just the leader. A boy who desperately needs a space where he can stop being the strategist, the protector, the flawless Leonardo… and simply be Leo.

Leonardo isn’t someone who easily succumbs to distractions. Not because he doesn’t enjoy them, but because he’s always believed his time should be invested in something useful. Yet on the rare occasions when he allows himself to let his guard down—in the privacy of his room or on a quiet night at the lair—small details reveal who he truly is beyond being the leader of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

For instance, he enjoys science fiction movies and TV shows. He wouldn’t admit it out loud—after all, Mikey would never let him forget it—but there’s something about exploring space, about advanced civilizations and the ethical dilemmas these worlds present, that fascinates him. Perhaps it’s because he sees his own struggle reflected in them: leaders forced to make impossible decisions, burdened with responsibility, torn between duty and heart. Whether it’s Star Trek, The Expanse, or even some of the more philosophical tales of Ghost in the Shell… Leo sits with his arms crossed, pretending not to be too interested, yet if someone pays close attention, they’ll notice the intensity in his gaze and the way his fingers tense with every twist in the story.

And although everyone sees him as the serious one, it’s not that he lacks a sense of humor. His humor is just more subtle, drier, more ironic. He won’t burst out laughing like Mikey or be as explosive as Raph, but if you’re close enough, if you’ve earned his trust, you’ll notice that there are moments when he quietly drops a joke in a neutral tone, waiting to see if you catch it. And when you do, when you respond with a retort just as sharp, the corner of his mouth barely curves, as if he’s quietly satisfied with the interaction.

But if there’s one thing that truly brings him peace, it’s tending to his bonsai trees. It’s a hobby that no one in the lair seems to fully understand. Mikey calls them boring, Raph jokes that they’re just “miniature trees,” and Donnie respects the practice but sees it more as an exercise in patience. For Leo, however, it’s more than that. It’s a reminder of balance. Of control. Of how even the smallest force, with the right guidance, can grow in the right way. And on nights when the pressure becomes too much, when he feels the weight of his role crushing him, he sits in silence before his little tree, allowing himself a moment to breathe, to reconnect with himself.

But love… love is different.

Leo doesn’t allow himself to fall in love easily. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because his mind simply doesn’t work that way. He needs to feel that his partner is more than just a fleeting attraction. He needs connection. Compatibility. A deep, unwavering understanding. And that isn’t built overnight.

That’s why, when he finally starts to realize that what he feels for you goes beyond friendship, the first emotion that floods him isn’t happiness.

It’s doubt.

And Leonardo shouldn’t doubt.

He always has answers. He always has a plan. But for the first time, he’s standing on ground where logic is useless, where he can’t break things down into a battle strategy. He can’t make a pros-and-cons list about his feelings. He can’t calculate every move the way he would in combat. And that frustrates him.

Because if he accepts it—if he acknowledges that his feelings are real—it means there’s something in his life that he can’t control.

And Leonardo hates not having control.

Leonardo isn’t someone who falls asleep easily.

Not because he doesn’t need to—his body demands rest just like anyone else’s—but because his mind never truly shuts off.

In the lair, when everyone else is asleep—when even Donnie has finally stepped away from his monitors, and Raph has stopped pounding the punching bag—Leo is still awake. Arms crossed, back stiff against the wall, gaze lost in the dim light of his room.

It’s in those moments of solitude that his mind betrays him.

When he tries to dissect what he feels, to categorize it, to put it into some kind of logical order. Because he’s always in control. Always.

And this… this shouldn’t be any different.

He’s not impulsive like Mikey, letting himself be carried away by every emotion without a second thought.

He’s not a ticking time bomb like Raph, ready to explode at the most unexpected moment.

He’s not even like Donnie, obsessively analyzing every variable to the point of overload.

He is Leonardo.

Leader. Warrior. Strategist.

And there is nothing he can’t control.

So if he has reached the conclusion that what he feels for you is real, then he will take the reins.

It won’t be difficult.

It shouldn’t be difficult.

He will force himself to keep everything in place, to act with precision. His glances will linger just a second longer—but not enough to be obvious. His words will be measured, carefully chosen, but still carrying his usual composed tone. He will make small, almost imperceptible changes.

Like making sure you walk on the safer side of the street.

Adjusting his stance subtly to block the wind when you’re on the rooftop.

Asking if you’ve eaten well—but casually, as if it’s not really important.

And the worst part? Unlike Donnie, who would give himself away with nervous fidgeting and stammered words, you will never notice.

Because Leonardo won’t allow you to notice.

All you’ll see is someone who has everything under control. Someone who watches you with the same intensity he reserves for his enemies on the battlefield, as if he’s calculating every single one of your movements.

But what he doesn’t want you to see is the opposite.

That inside, he’s nervous.

That his palms sweat when he touches you, when his fingers accidentally brush against yours.

That his pulse quickens when you get too close, and he has to remind himself to breathe normally.

That in every conversation, in every moment, there’s a small part of him afraid that one wrong step will ruin everything.

Because if there is one thing Leonardo could never forgive himself for, it’s losing what you’ve built together.

Not just losing you, but losing your trust.

And if that were to happen… how could he justify it?

How could he explain to himself that after a lifetime of making the best possible choices to protect those he cares about—this was the one he let slip through his fingers?

And when he finally allows himself to admit it—when he has broken through every mental barrier he imposed on himself, when he has analyzed every angle, when he has measured every consequence—Leonardo feels something inside him loosen.

For a moment, just a moment, it’s as if he has won the hardest battle of his life.

The weight on his shoulders dissolves, and for the first time in what feels like forever, he breathes deeply without the pressure in his chest tightening.

You are his.

Not in some shallow, possessive way, but in something deeper, more primal.

Like an instinct that has always been there, buried beneath layers of discipline and responsibility, waiting to be acknowledged.

And now that he has… there is no turning back.

But the peace doesn’t last.

Because almost immediately, another weight crashes down on him—heavier, inescapable.

Before, his burden was uncertainty.

Now, it is certainty.

Now that he has you, he must protect you.

With everything he has.

Not just from the dangers of the outside world—but from himself.

Because Leonardo cannot afford to fail.

And even though love is uncharted territory—a battlefield he has never stepped foot on—he demands perfection from himself.

To be the ideal partner.

To give you exactly what you need before you even ask.

To measure every word, every gesture, every decision.

To make sure you never have to question if he is enough for you.

Because he has to be.

He is Leonardo.

And Leonardo does not fail.

But there is a problem.

Because you don’t want the flawless strategist.

You don’t want the leader who is always in control.

You don’t want the polished, calculated version of him.

You just want Leo.

The Leo who watches sci-fi shows but would never admit to liking them.

The Leo who pretends he doesn’t enjoy messing around with his brothers, but secretly loves the rare moments when he catches Raph off guard or makes Donnie roll his eyes.

The Leo who tends to his bonsai trees with quiet devotion because, though he never says it out loud, they reflect his philosophy: patience, growth, balance.

And that is a terrifying concept for him.

Because showing you that side of himself means lowering his guard.

It means allowing you to see what’s underneath the armor.

The boy who gets frustrated.

Who sometimes doesn’t know what to do.

Who fears he won’t be enough.

That side of him—no one has truly seen it.

Not even his brothers.

But you… you want to see it.

And the road to him letting you in will be a long one.

Because accepting that you love him for who he is—not for what he represents, not for what he does, but for his very essence—is the hardest test Leonardo has ever faced.

Leonardo believes he has everything under control.

That he can handle his emotions the way he handles a katana: with precision, with discipline, with absolute mastery over every movement.

But you…

You are a challenge unlike any other.

Because while he struggles to keep his composure, while he measures every word and makes sure not to take a wrong step, you simply are.

You don’t need strategies or plans. You don’t analyze every interaction as if it were a life-or-death mission.

And that unsettles him.

Because deep down, Leonardo doesn’t know how to be loved.

He knows how to protect. He knows how to fight. He knows how to sacrifice himself for others.

But when it comes to receiving love… that’s where the conflict begins.

He appreciates that you’re not overly affectionate with him.

That you don’t suffocate him with displays of affection that would make him uncomfortable, that would force him to lower his guard all at once.

But at the same time, he dies when you take his face in your hands and kiss him.

At first, he goes completely still, trying to process it, trying not to lose control.

But the moment you feel his breath hitch, the moment you notice the way his fingers grip your waist tighter than he probably meant to—you know he’s falling.

And the worst part is that he hates it.

Because Leonardo shouldn’t let himself go.

He shouldn’t forget the weight on his shoulders or allow something as simple as a kiss to make him feel lighter—as if, for just a moment, the world didn’t depend on him.

But he does.

And it frustrates him.

Because he’s supposed to be the unshakable fortress.

He’s supposed to be untouchable.

And yet, here he is.

With his heart pounding too fast.

With his mind completely blank.

With you stealing his control with just a simple touch.

It sounds contradictory.

Because it is contradictory.

But Leo is a contradiction.

Because while he says attachment is a weakness, he holds you tighter when you try to pull away.

Because while he insists emotions cloud judgment, he stays awake until dawn thinking about what he feels for you.

Because while he tries to convince himself that his duty is more important than his happiness, he wonders if, just this once, he can have both.

And that is the real battle.

Not against an enemy.

Not against an external threat.

But against himself.

Because loving you means lowering his guard.

It means trusting that, even if he doesn’t have everything under control, you’ll still be there.

It means accepting that love isn’t a problem to solve, nor a responsibility to bear.

It’s just… love.

And no matter how hard he fights it, no matter how much he tries to convince himself he can keep his distance, there is one truth he cannot deny:

You are the only person in the world who can make Leonardo stop fighting.

Leonardo isn’t someone who takes intimacy lightly.

For him, physical touch isn’t just an act. It isn’t just a moment.

It’s an offering.

And he doesn’t give himself away so easily.

Not because he’s afraid—or at least, he’d never admit it.

But deep down, there’s an unease that eats away at him.

His size. His strength. His biology.

You’re human. Fragile in comparison.

And even though he knows you’re strong, that you wouldn’t do anything unless you were absolutely sure, his protective instincts won’t allow it.

It’s not just about protecting you.

It’s about himself.

His own control.

Because control is the one thing he’s always had.

Ever since he took on the role of leader, ever since he understood that his life wasn’t his own but belonged to those who depended on him, Leonardo learned to restrain himself.

To hold back.

To be the balance in the midst of chaos.

But you…

You make him lose that balance.

And if he allows himself to let go, if he allows that wall to crumble, he fears what might happen.

Because to Leonardo, intimacy isn’t just physical pleasure.

It’s a connection.

It’s binding his soul with yours.

It’s giving you a part of himself that no one has ever seen before.

And that is the real danger

Because if he gives you that—if he allows himself to feel you, to touch you, to love you on such a profound level—

Then there’s no going back.

He knows he could become addicted.

That the moment he lets go of the weight on his shoulders and focuses only on you—on your body beneath his, on your breath hitching, on the way you say his name—

Everything else will fade away.

And Leonardo cannot afford to forget his duty.

But… what if, just this once, he could?

What if, just this once, he could be Leo and not the leader?

If he could forget the world for a few hours—lose himself in you, in the warmth of your skin, in the way you look at him as if he’s more than just a warrior, more than just a responsibility, more than just a soldier trained to sacrifice everything.

If he could simply be yours.

That… that is what truly terrifies him.

Because if he tastes it once, he knows he’ll want it again.

And again.

And again.

Until there is nothing left of the fortress he has so carefully built.

Until there is nothing left of the perfect leader his brothers need.

Only him.

Only you.

Just two souls bound together—no rules, no duties, no limits.

And though he tries to convince himself he can resist…

He knows that, eventually, he will fall.

But Leonardo knows he’s not ready.

That he can’t let it all go—not yet.

Because if he does, who will bear the weight of the world in his place?

If he falls, his brothers fall. If he allows himself to be selfish, even for a moment, everything he has built could collapse.

So he waits.

He waits for you to understand.

To understand that there are things he still cannot give you, no matter how much he desires them.

But that doesn’t mean he gives you nothing.

Something just as intimate, just as addictive.

Vulnerability.

Not with his body, but with his soul.

So when night falls, when the world goes quiet and there is no one but the two of you, he lets you see beyond the barrier.

He lets you step into his sanctuary.

He pulls out the blankets he keeps tucked away in the back of his closet, the ones with the worn-out Rebel Alliance logo, and hands them to you without a word.

He lets you see the space-themed pillowcase he would never admit he still uses.

And then, in the dim glow of his room, when there are no more distractions, no more responsibilities, you talk.

Not about strategies. Not about training. Not about what is expected of him.

You talk about everything and nothing all at once.

About stars and distant galaxies.

About the Star Wars episodes he never gets tired of watching.

About the times he wondered if his destiny was already written or if he could take a detour.

And it’s there, in those organic conversations—unplanned, uncalculated, imperfect—that you witness something few have ever seen:

Not the leader.

Not the eldest brother.

Just Leo.

And then, when sleep finally claims you, you curl up against his chest—no fear, no hesitation.

Your breathing slows, steady and peaceful.

Your warmth seeps into his skin.

And Leonardo, the one who never lets his guard down, the one who is always on alert, stays still.

Feeling.

Listening.

Your heartbeat, syncing with his.

Nothing separates you but a thin layer of skin.

And for the first time in a long time, he forgets.

Forgets duty, weight, sacrifice.

Forgets that he must be strong, that he must be everyone’s shield.

Because in this moment, there is only you.

[hardwearcrush]

Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide,

no escape from reality.

Bohemian Rhapsody x Tmnt 2016/2014

[multifandomqueen2002]

Back Tickles

Bayverse!Leo x Fem!Reader

*(ALL TURTLES ARE AGED UP! 18+)*

Warnings: None. Might be cussing.

Candles crackle softly in the dimly lit room. The cool smooth satin of Leos blue duvet cover against your bare leg as the duvet lays wrapped around your bare sleeping figure. The lair is quiet. Only Mikeys snoring and Donnie's keys tapping away as he types on his keyboard can be heard.

Leo's door opens as he steps inside, towel draped over his shoulders. Face naked, mask in hand. He shuts the door and looks over at your peaceful state. A smile tugs and the corner of his mouth. You made him so happy. He lived for you.

He steps closer to the bed, taking the towel in hand and hangs it over a chair you took to his room to do your makeup in his mirror.

Why does he have a mirror in his room? You bought a extra mirror one day while on your way to a movie night at the lair. You spent the night there once before and decided it was too difficult to do your hair and makeup the next morning in their bathroom. The lighting in the bathroom sucked, and mikey and raph have a subconscious feud of "who gets to destroy the bathroom first" in the morning. Their stomachs dont get along with pepperoni.

Leo slowly places his knee on his bed, leaning over your frame, his fingertips gently grazing your calf and up your thigh. His hand ends on your hip as he gently squeezes to wake you.

"Princess?" His voice soft, deep, low

Oh, how you loved his voice.

"Mmmhh?" You respond, barely wake.

"Move over, beautiful" he slowly starts pushing you as you move over, you feel the bed dip behind you as Leo lays down on his side next to you. Your warm lower back against his pelvis. Enough space between your back and his plastron for his right hand to creep up to your bare back and he lightly starts slowly stroking his fingers up, down, left and right. Your body bathed in goosebumps. Another soft smile tugs at his lips as rests his head on his left arm.

He is so in love with you. All his thoughts wander off as he tickles your back. It wanders to the day he first met you. He never knew a persons' smile could say so much without saying a thing at all. You smelled so sweet. You were so kind. He observed you, trying to maintain a distance.

Thoughts trail to a slip up between him and Raph a few weeks after he first met you. They had a terrible fight, at a terrible time. He had already recognized the deep feelings he has towards you by this time and Raph knew. So he pushed buttons that day.

You, Casey, Vern and April came over for chinese and before the takeout boxes were even opened, Raph and Leo were at eachothers throats. No one had a clue how it started. Leo was so outraged that he stormed off his room, just to breathe.

You, the kind and pure soul that you are, checked on him immediately. You didnt believe in bottling emotions. 'It makes you sick' you would always say. With a soft knock on his door, you call out to him. "Lee, are you alright?" After he let you in, you both sat on his bed and he just let it out. He couldn't keep it to himself anymore. He talked all that has ever bothered him and yoy sat there with an open heart and an open mind. Listening, comforting. Hes never felt so heard, never felt so assured.

All he knew that day is that you were a treasure, that he couldn't let go.

Many more memories were about to flood his mind until his thoughts get interrupted by you leaning back into him with a little stretch.

"Baby?" You look up at him with half lidded eyes,

"Yes my Angel?" He smiles rubbing your thigh.

"Hold me?"

Thats all this big boy needed to hear before he wraps his arm around your waist and you head snuggles right below his chin. He holds you close, like its the last time.

"Goodnight, Angel"

With one last kiss on the top of your head, you both drift off in the warmth of eachother.

A/N:

Ok this is my first time writing in a looong time. So i hope it wasnt too bad. I do take requests!

I prefer requests because i run out ideas so dont be shy :D

[kappaturtlegirl]

Bayverse gifs! TMNT

[livltmntl]

Omg i wanna talk about this too 😩🙏🏻

As much as i hate to say It... Yes, he behaved like an asshole in the second movie. But i wouldn't say narcissist.

A part of me says that the decission he made was kinda out of fear? Like, becoming humans, going separate ways... Loosing his brothers...

Also, another thing to take into account is the fact that Leo is a dude who likes to have things under control and I think that's why he might be scared of change.

Just imagine: He's chilling, living with his brothers, taking down crime, his father finally gave them the liberty of leaving the lair, they have human friends and life seems good, he's confortable... And all of a sudden, BOOM. Purple ooze with the ability of turning them human and the posibility of loosing his brothers just becomes a reality.

Maybe i'm looking too much into It, but, i think part of his reasoning in his decission of not telling Raph and Mikey is the fact that they're both pretty impulsive. I mean-

The second Raph found out he went all out his way to get the ooze? Hello? He didn't even thought of the consequences or the risks of literally sneaking into the POLICE HEADQUARTERS. When he saw the foot take the vial with the ooze his thought wasn't "OMG WE GOTTA STOP THEM, THEY'RE GONNA CREATE MORE DANGEROUS MUTANTS" no, It was "That ooze is our only chance of being human, and it's headed towards the front door".

Although, yes, he stopped the Foot from taking the thing and they probably would've gotten away if Mikey and Raph werent there... But he also put his family at risk, he literally got them exposed.

And i totally think It was a dick move from Leo to not tell his brothers, don't get me wrong, but i also think that there was a reason behind It, and I think that might be It.

Leonardo is not a narcissist, he's a control freak and also has a huge HUGE problem when dealing with other peoples emotions. He hates when things don't go his way and gets frustrated when his brothers don't act the way that he expects them to, cause in his head he's the role model, the big brother, the leader, someone to look up to.

I think that his role as the leader puts a lot of weight onto his shoulders and so he thinks that if his brothers acted like him It'll be easier for him, hence what he said to Master Splinter "I don't know what to do *lists his brothers personalities* I can't get them all on the same page, to think with one mind".

This boy is also insecure as hell when It comes to his role. Every version of Leo is always super worried about doing things wrong, his biggest fear is failing as a leader. And I think somehow he knows he struggles when dealing with feelings and all that, this man was on the verge of TEARS when Donnie told him " You maybe know a lot of strategy but you know nothing about feelings!" On the plane scene when back to New York.

Anyway... Long ass post about the subject, i'm just genuinely OBSSESED with the bayverse turts and I never get to yap about them cause non of my friends watch Tmnt 😔

IF THERE'S SPELLING ERRORS I'M SO SORRY ABOUT IT ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE ✋🏻😭

AND I'M SORRY IF IM DOING THIS WRONG I'VE LITERALLY NEVER POSTED ON TUMBLR BEFORE 😭😭😭

So I've been thinking about the bayverse turtles lately and how everyone calls Leo a narcissist, and its got me thinking. What if they actually lend into it more. Like have a Leo that genuinely struggle to put the feelings of others into account when it comes to his decisions. Like I want a slight psychopath/sociopath Leo who cares but isn't emotionally available.

On that note I don't think that bayverse! Leo is a narcissist in the second movie. An asshole yes, but a full on narcissist no. I just think that spending 15/16 years alone with minimal outside contact would definitely have more negative affects than shown.

[littlelionloaf]

this took like 24 hrs total all because i didnt feel like undoing the accidental layer merge between sketch,lineart,and flatcolors so i painted on top of it. hopefully you can tell which mikey is from where

[lady-maria-the-wolf225]

Da boys when they go to a drive through or walk in resturaunts:

*Leo pulls over at the Panera drive through*

Employee: "Hello! Thank you for choosing Panera, may I take your order?"

*Leo talks in the microphone* "Uh yeah. Lemme get a Greek salad, no peppers, a large passion papaya iced green tea, and a toasted steak white cheddar sandwich please!"

Employee: "Okay, anything else for you sir?"

Leo: No thank you! That'll be all.

Employee: M'kay. Pull over to the first window sir.

Employee: "hello! Thank you for choosing Starbucks, what would you like to order?"

Donnie: "yes. I would like two large coffees with 4 creams and 5 sugar, and also a few cake pops, and uh....and a ham and Swiss panini please."

Employee: "alrighty, anything else for today?"

Donnie: "Nope, all good."

Employee: "okay, here is your total amount, and pull over to the next window sir."

*Raph angrily pulling over to Chipotle after hearing another one of Leo's bullshit about himself*

*walks in with a disguise*

Employee: *Looks up at him* hello. What would you like for-

Raph: a salad bowl with extra steak, white rice, no beans, corn, light sour cream, extra red spicy sauce, extra veggies, Corn, and quac.

Employee: *Stands there baffled* oh! Okay. That escalated quick. Anything else?

Raph: No. That's it.

*he watches the employee prepare the meal and pays for it after getting it along with an empty bottle for his drink*

Raph: *thanks the employee, fills his soda, and drives off*

Employee: that was strange...

*Mikey gets driven to the McDonald's drive thru by Donnie since the youngest is never trusted to ride a truck or any vehicle at all.*

Employee: Thank you for choosing McDo-

Mikey: I want nine big macs! No. Make that ten! Two large vanilla milkshakes, two-

*Donnie covers his mouth and does the order for him*

Donnie- sorry about that. Two burger kids meals with extra fruit, two orders of large fries and one large Vanilla Milkshake please.

Employee: *laughs* okay. Anything else?

Donnie: nope, that's all.

Employee: alrighty, here is your total, and pull to the next window please.

Donnie- okay thanks!

*Pulls to the next window*

Mikey: *gets upset* oh come on! April let's me order whatever I want! No fair Donnie!

Donnie: *yells at him* Well April isn't here, and she is at work!! You will eat your happy meals whether you like it or not!! So I'M THE BEST YOU GOT!!

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[tmnt-tychou]

This story was kind of my debut into the Tumblr fandom last year. So of course I have to reblog for Halloween. People have asked me if I'm making another Halloween fic this year. Yes, I am working on one. However, this year's Halloween fic will be a more of a fluff one-shot. Alas, I don't know if I could top this one if I tried. Enjoy some spooky times with the boys

Here is the beginning of my entry for the Trick or Kink Challenge posted by @turtle-babe83​ Original post found Here.

Summary: Name (insert the name of whatever OC/insert/reader you like) and the boys go out one foggy Halloween night in search of an old abandoned cemetery where four mutant turtles can go out at night and not be spotted by the living. But, as they split up to inspect the place, they find more than they bargained for. A choose your own adventure/turtle type story.

Rated PG-13 ish for spooky stuff.

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MC MIKEY

(WIP)

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Shades of grey, chapter 20. Christmas at Usagi’s, part 3 - You can leave your mask on

trigger warnings: NSFW,  18+, anxiety / sensory overload

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Before Ishtar started her morning meditation with Master Splinter, Usagi and Leonardo she asked to have a moment with Master Splinter alone. Curious he granted her some time, just before lunch.

“So, what is it you wanted to talk about, Ishtar?” he asked.

“Well, it's more like something I want to ask you, like a favor..? she said a little unsure, with a hand scratching the back of her head.

“A favor? Wow, you really want something so much of me? Please, do tell me what it is. Maybe I will grant you it without it being a favor.”

“Okay, here goes..” she started. “Tonight is Christmas Eve, and although I know it's tradition to give each other presents on Christmas morning, I do want to give mine to Leo, Raph, Mickey and Donny this evening. It comes in two stages. The first one can be seen by everyone. But for the second stage I would like to have more privacy, preferably in our tent. And while I have no problem with you sleeping there tonight, I suspect it wouldn't be very quiet..”

“I understand. And where would you have me sleeping than?”

“Oh, I thought of that already!” Ishtar said excited now. “Raph and I brought a small tent with us. If you agree, I'll pitch up that tent right away and move your bedding there.. With your permission, of course.”

Splinter thought for a moment. “Yes, I think that's a good idea. Could you take all my stuff there? The large tent has only five compartments, actually just one too few for all of us. Although you won't be in your own bed very often the next days, I suspect. But you do need a place of your own to retreat to, if necessary. After lunch I will point out a spot where you can pitch the tent.”

The brothers looked questioningly at Ishtar when they saw her busy with Splinter's stuff moving out. Of course they wanted to know why this was necessary.

“I'm not telling you anything, except that this will be a preparation for tonight,” she said playful.

“What's happening tonight?” Mickey asked curious.

“Just wait and find out,” Ishtar winked.

“Is it something we like?” asked Raphael.

“Oh yes, you're definitely going to like it!”

Walking to Haru, Ishtar asked her if Haru could help her out, with some simple braiding in her hair. In exchange that Ishtar would help with the dinner preparations. Haru gladly accepted Ishtar's offer. Help in the kitchen was always welcome, especially since they now had double the number of mouths to feed. Together with Asami, they braided part of Ishtar's hair, leaving some of it still loose at the back of her head. About half an hour before everyone was due to sit down, Ishtar was sent out of the kitchen.

“You still have to get dressed, hurry up, or you won't make it!” said Haru lovingly.

Inside the big tent she closed her compartment and laid out her clothes for the evening. These were the items she had asked April to buy.

With care she put on a fluorescent orange lingerie. And a bright red bra with some lace. The next item, she absolutely adored. Black and purple striped stockings, which could be tied halfway up her thighs. To make it all look a bit neater, she donned a decent black dress. One that reached past her knees, with half-length sleeves and a cut just short of showing her cleavage. The last part of her outfit were two blue ribbons, which she wove through her braids. And she let the ends hang down her loose hair. Just as she was done she heard Haru calling dinner was ready.

Sure, she had an idea of how her men would react, but she wasn't prepared for what really happened. The first few seconds were as expected. Everyone was looking for a place at the table and busy talking to each other. Until Leonardo felt her approach and looked up. His facial expression changed from smiling to surprise and then to delight. He swallowed and moaned softly.

Raphael who was talking to Leo saw he didn't respond anymore. He followed the leader's gaze and saw that he was looking toward the tent. His mouth dropped in surprise when he saw her too.

Then Donnie and Mickey saw it too. Mickey immediately whistled his appreciation to Ishtar, which made her blush. Waking towards her, Mickey wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her to the table.

“Come sit next to me and Raphie, baby.”

Just before he set up a chair for her, he couldn't resist. He had to touch her ass. Quickly with one large finger he searched the edges of her underwear, only to be surprised with the feeling of that lingerie.. He had great difficulty now with pushing down a churr and whispered in her ear. “Geez, are you trying to kill me? Safe all your energy for tonight, you're gonna need it!”

Ishtar chuckled, his reaction was more than she expected. And she went the extra mile. “Oh, that'll be fine. I made a reservation for an empty tent for all of us,” she whispered back.

“Geez, was this the thing you were planning back in the lair, babe?” asked Raphael astonished.

“Yes Raph. Do you like it?”

Licking his lips he answered, “ya know I do!” He kissed her cheek and looked down at her cleavage. “Damn babe, you should wear more often a bra. Wait.. is that my color?”

“Yes Red, I'm wearing all your colors. Yours, Mickey's, Donnie's and Leo's.”

“So, what does this mean?”

“You'll find out later in the tent. Right now, I wanna eat!”

Although they took the time to eat, it wasn't going fast enough for her. She waited expectantly until after dessert, when she could hand over her Christmas present to the brothers, to her men..

“I know it's not tradition, but some gifts aren't suitable for children's eyes.”

She looked at them, standing in front of her. She noticed their heavy breathing, nostrils flaring, eyes filled with longing.. In fact, she was expecting to be picked up and dragged into the tent.. They didn't though, they just looked expectantly, waiting for a signal. So she turned around and took a few steps towards the tent. Then looked behind her, outstretching a hand to them, “come...”

They followed. Inside the tent they formed a circle around her in the main space.

“What would you want us do?” asked Leonardo.

“I don't know. I haven't made a plan for this”, she said. “You wanted me for Christmas, so here I am, wrapped up in beautiful clothes. I'm giving myself to you.. but I don't know how to proceed.. I've never been in a five-some..”

“Well, technically, neither have we,” pointed Donnie out.

“But theoretically you have?” Ishtar joked.

Donnie looked down to the ground and chuckled. “Good point. No, we have not.”

They all noticed Ishtar was quite nervous. Raphael stepped forward and pulled her in an embrace. “It'll be alright, babe. Only what you would like to do. Only with consent. And we all have our safewords. Would you like to hear ours?”

“Yes please. This is a good start.”

“Red”, said Raphael.

“Orange”, said Mickey.

“Blue”, said Leo.

“Purple. But I prefer pi with a lot of decimals”, said Donnie.

Ishtar chuckled. “Just as long as you don't ask me to. I only know until four decimals.”

“I promise I will not ask them of you. Tell me on another moment, it already sounds sexy.”

“Nerds..” interrupted Raphael.

“What's your safeword, Ishtar?” asked Leo. “Do you want to keep red?”

“I think I'm changing to grey..” she answered.

“Like fifty shades of Grey? Like the movie?” asked Mickey.

“No, not fifty shades of fucked up. Like being a good witch with good intentions, but not all will see the good in that. So no white, no black, but a grey witch. And shades of grey are harder to see in the shadows.. So for now, grey.”

Leo nodded. “That is a good choice actually”, he agreed. And with this explanation she indicated she wanted to be part of his team. ^We'll talk later about your options for a bandana, okay?^ he mind-thought to Ishtar. She nodded with gratitude.

“Guys.. and Ishtar. I might have an idea for tonight. Let's not make an orgy, but do something else instead. Like something that calms us down and put Ishtar at ease.. You know one of my love-languages are affirmations. I suggest we blindfold Ishtar with my mask, walk around her in circles and whisper in turn sweet, loving and encouragements to her. Would you like to try Ishtar?”

“Yes, but before we start, I have a request.”

“Name it!” said Raphael.

“I want you all naked around me. No weapons, no gear, no clothes, no underwear. But masks are optional..”

She heard some rustling behind her and a confident “DONE!” from Mickey. Turning around to him she saw a very happy, naked turtle grinning at her. He even turned around in a circle for her to admire. “Your wish is my command, me lady”, he said and bowed.

Looking Mickey up and down, she discovered his eager state.. and bit her lip. 'Oh dear goddess, how does he know I have a sweet spot for those kind of words? This is hot!'

“That's right baby, show me your appreciation!” Mickey said, trying to draw her in.

“Oh, I will show you.. after.. Leo's suggestion..” She looked around to her other men. “I guess this is why I didn't think of a plan. I trust the process and everything will work out fine. First Leo's plan and after that..? Who know..?”

Leonardo sat her down in the circle they made. Bedding and pillows laying around her. Very gentle Leo tied his mask to Ishtar, to blindfold her. “Blue suits you..” he whispered in her ear. “Comfortable?”

“Yes, thank you.”

It stayed silent for a while. Then, very soft, she heard them start walking around her. They started to whisper nice things, the sweetest things she ever could imagine. The only thing she could do, was absorb it all.

“I love you more.”

“I love you.”

“You're so beautiful.”

“I will always protect you.”

“You have a gifted mind.”

“You have a wicked sense of humor.”

“You're always on my mind.”

“You're the best girlfriend a turtle could wish for.”

“You are worthy.”

“Your skin feels so soft.”

“Ya taste delicious..”

“RAPH, behave!” said Leo, but Ishtar only giggled. “Please, continue.”

“You are my moon.”

“You are my princess, baby.”

“You are my goddess.”

“I love it when you sing.”

“I love your dirty dancing.”

“I love your voice.”

“I love the sounds of you snoring.”

Suddenly from outside Splinter added softly, “I love the positive influence you have on my sons. And I love your Reiki hands..”

“Thank you unknown voice from outside”, Ishtar said.

“I love it that you openly show your emotions.”

“I'd love to see you dancing.”

“I love making love to you.”

“I love your presence.”

“I adore you.”

“Je t'aime..”

“You're my precious.”

“You complete me.”

“I care for you.”

Ishtar had not foreseen the impact of these words and she felt it deep in her soul. Their love for her was genuine and honest. Touched by their love she felt tears welling up and sniffed. Behind her she heard a concerned sharp intake of breath. She said reassuringly, “it's alright. These are happy tears.”

“Are you more relaxed now?” asked Leo while he untied his mask.

“Yes.. Mickey, what did you have in mind?”

Mickey stepped forward confidently and spoke. “You all know I'm an artist. I want to enjoy the view of your body, like a photographer. Only without the actual camera. I'll make mental pictures of you. You will be my model and Leo, Raph and Donnie my assistants. All you have to do, Ishtar, is follow our instructions and move very very slow. Will you play?”

“Sure, I'll play. How do we start?”

“Remove your dress, Leo can help you and make it a sexy striptease..”

Ishtar snickered, “a striptease huh? Does our artist have some music with that?”

“Baby, take off your dress, yes, yes, yes

You can leave your hat on” Mickey sang.

“Oh, are we playing that game?” she asked laughing.

Slowly her hands ran over the fabric of her dress, barely touching her breasts. Sliding down slowly, gentle over her butt. Which she moved back and forth, to the tune of the song.

“Yes, yes baby, but slower..” Mickey said.

She gave him a sensual look over her shoulder and bent her body forward, painfully slow, to place her hands on the floor. She heard the others shuffle around, someone swallowing and she heard a soft moan. Slowly she got up again, scraping her fingers over her stockings, hearing Donnie moan.

“Do you like these Donnie?”

“hhhhhh.....” was the only sound he could produce right now.

She smiled and lifted the edge of her dress on the left side of her body so Mickey could see her lingerie.

“Shell yes baby! Show me more!”

“Leo, would you be so kind to help me out of this dress?”

“With pleasure..” he said.

Standing behind her playing along n the slow pace, he hooked his fingers around the edge and pulled the dress over her head. Ishtar held her arms up to help him. When the dress covered her eyes Leo stopped his motion, trapping her.

Mickey is going to blindfold you again, will you let him?”

“Yes” Ishtar nodded. “And a note to the artist and his assistants, no touching his gorgeous body, capiche?”

“Loud and clear”, answered Donnie.

“This is a great opportunity for you to find out how well you can see with a blindfold on.” Leo whispered behind her while he pressed his body to her rear.

“Always testing me, are you?”

With a courtesy Mickey bowed to Ishtar and asked permission to blindfold her. She granted it with a nod.

“Would you like me to continue the striptease?” she asked with a little more presence in her voice.

To her right she heard Raphael say, “take your bra off.. slow.. and hand it to me..”

And also, her sexy play started. Breathing slowly her hands wandered over her body, up in her hair, down over her back to her firm butt. Swaying it a little and walking small steps in the circle, to finally unfasten her bra. Cupping her breasts, she slide down the straps and extracting her arms from the material. Still holding her breasts and the bra with her hands, she trusted her senses to walk directly to Raph.

“Take hold of the bra straps, will ya, Raph?”

When she felt a small movement through the fabric, she let go and stepped back two paces.

“Ooh babe, they're.. you're.. so gorgeous..” he heaved a sigh.

“I know..” she said confident. “Any more requests?”

“No, just do your thing..” Mickey gulped.

“I will, just give me some music. There's a speaker in my bag.”

“What kind of music would our model like to hear?” asked Donnie who set up the music.

“Some dance-able, slow moving, soft rock, long guitar solo's kind of music, or movie soundtracks even.”

“Or.. some real dirty music?” Raph suggested.

Ishtar chuckled. “You can't handle that, Red... without touching.. And no Leo, that is not meant as a challenge. It's a fact..”

“Move around baby. Move your body to the music”, said Mickey softly. “Donnie, just pick something!” he said impatiently.

Hearing the melody of witchy woman from the eagles, made her smile. It had a long intro, but it was still a bit too fast to her liking.

“This is a good song Donnie, but the next one should be even slower..” she said.

“Understood lass.”

Moaning to her new favorite nickname from Donnie, she started her intuitive dance in the circle. Through appreciative eyes Leo saw different styles of dancing; tai chi movements, waltz and ballroom, body stretchings and more. Raph saw a sexy woman dancing in her own energy.

Even with the blindfold she was aware of her surroundings. She knew exactly where the boundaries of the circle were. And she knew where the guys were, every time again.

Donnie just enjoyed her dancing. The slow movements were nice, but he wanted her to move with more sexual energy. So he looked at the playlist to matching music. When he chose a more upbeat song, Ishtar protested, but was silenced by Mickey. Because of course Mickey did like this song, holding his thumbs up to Donnie to compliment the music choice.

“Move your hands more over you body, babycakes.”

She smiled shyly. She hadn't any experience with this, but she thought of something. “I'm going to need your help guys.. Your hands are my hands, where do I touch my body? How do I touch my body? With what energy am I touched by your hands?”

“I want to see Ishtar the warrior, show me the moves a shield maiden would make”, asked Leo. “Give me a confident look.”

“I know you're a goddess Ishtar, be one!” demanded Donnie.

“Yeah, I like that too!” agreed Raph.

“Shake that sweet ass of yours, baby. Shake it for me!” said mickey over-enthusiastically.

'What the...? I can't be a shield maiden, goddess and sexy all together at once in one dance. These are too many demands. It's too much..!' she thought. She noticed her faster breathing, tears welling up and the unsafe feeling. Recognizing the sensory overload coming up, she broke things off. “Too many demands guys! No play..!”

Under a loud protest from them she pulled her blindfold off and gave it back to Mickey. Disappointed he took his mask back. “You okay baby?” he asked perplexed.

“Kindda.. no... I don't know...” and she sat down on the ground.

All worried, they sat down next to her.

“What do you need? Do you want to talk about it?” asked Donnie.

Ishtar didn't know what caused it to happen. Was it too much? Was it about not having any experience with stripping? Did she needed more confidence..? Even that was unknown to her. Unconsciously she searched for Donnie and crawled on his lap. Donnie welcomed her, closing his arms lovingly around her and nuzzled his mark in her neck.

Raphael frowned. “Hey, that's new. You used to come to me for safety. What has changed that you now choose to sit with Donnie?”

Ishtar reached up with her hand to caress Donnie's face. “We can't keep this to ourselves, Don. We have to share..”

Donnie nodded. “Yes, we should. But calm down first. Find your center again, ground yourself back in your body.. I will tell them, love.” He said and kissed her on top of her head.

“Tell us what? What's going on?” asked Raphael confused. He looked at Leonardo and was surprised to see Leo was so calm. “What do you know that we don't?!”

“Give Ishtar a chance to center herself again, Raph. And then Donnie will tell us soon enough.”

Finally Ishtar nodded she was ready. Donnie took an breath and blurted out, “er.. I've marked Ishtar as mine yesterday..”

“You've WHAT?!” yelled Raphael.

“Dude, don't you know we share everything?!” exclaimed Mickey.

“Don, what the actual fuck?!” Raph continued, standing up now.

Ishtar felt Donnie tens up. “Relax Donnie, just let them rant through it. Feel my breath, follow it..”

“Who gave you the right to mark her? And to mark her first?!” Raphael went on.

“Somebody had to be the first person, Raphael. In this case it was Donnie. But that doesn't mean I can't be marked anymore by you or Mickey or Leo.”

“Oh yeah?! Well, I'm gonna mark you now!” Raph said angry and walked to her.

Ishtar rose to her feet and placed a hand confidently to his plastron. “No, you are not! Not with that energy! I don't want to be marked by you, just because Donnie passed you in this. Does it have no further meaning to you?”

Raph seemed to calm down a bit.

“I am not a submissive slave that can be used and tossed around by anyone. I don't want to be marked by you when it suits you best, when it's convenient. When you sink your teeth in my skin, when you clamp down hard, I want it to mean something. Now, sit your ass back down again, Raphael.”

She didn't wait for him to comply, she just settled herself down again in Donnie's lap.

“Donnie, could you tell me what it means to you to have me marked as yours?”

“Yes. It means I love you. That I will always protect you against anything in the world and universe. And no one else can claim you. Well, besides my brothers of course.” he shrugged. “And it means so much more. But.. I don't know how to express those feelings, these feelings are on a deeper level. Could you tell me what your mark on Leo means to you?”

“Wait.. what?!” said Ishtar confused.

“Well, you know.. you have bitten him and the scar is still visible. So.. seems to me you've marked Leo.”

“Huh”, she huffed. “I haven't thought about it that way.” She turned her face to Leo. “Do you feel like being marked by me?”

He gave her the sweetest smile. “Yes sweetheart, you've marked me.” He opened his arms invitingly for her.

Ishtar kissed Donnie on the cheek and moved to Leo's lap.

“You're the only person who gets to mark me and I will be the last person to mark you.” He said and kissed her on the temple. “But I'm curious too. What does it mean to have marked me as yours? Does it make you feel different towards me?”

She thought about that. “I don't know.”

“Than think on this question. How do you feel when someone threatens me?”

Immediately the energy flared up in her. She felt anger. She felt protective towards Leo and.. this was something that shocked her to the bones. She literally wanted to rip that person's head off. She told them and shivered by the thought.

“Don't worry about that babe”, said Raphael. “We can protect ourselves. But your energy looked impressive! People of this universe, don't mess with angry Ishtar, she'll be a praying mantis on you..” he chuckled.

Blushing a little, she agreed.

“But Leo, I got to ask”, started Raphael. “What do you mean by what you said, marking Ishtar last? I thought you had done that already by now..”

“Oh, I wanted to. But, if I claimed Ishtar as mine, that would leave her off limits for you guys..”

“How considered of you”, mocked Raphael. Finally something I can beat you first in”, he grinned.

“Not much of a competition, if you ask me. Ishtar made sure it didn't happen yet.”

“And what does that off limits part mean exactly?” growled Raph.

Leo looked down at Ishtar. “I leave the honor to you to explain.”

“Leonardo is your leader, and a alfa male. Which means if he marks me as his, his energy is transmitted on me. I know you're an alfa too Raphael, but you still have to respect Leonardo as leader. When marked by him, I cannot be claimed anymore by anyone. It's hard to explain. Please, just take my word in this. Deep down I know this will cause problems if I had let him claim me already..”

“How hard do I need to bite to claim you?” asked Mickey.

“You'll know when you get into that energy. I saw it by Donnie. It was wild, pure and.. primal..” she panted and churred unexpectedly. She even surprised herself with that. Donnie in response gave her that exact primal look again and churred back.

“You see? That kind of energy!”

“Did you, Raph or Donnie by chance already thought of an activity to do?” asked Ishtar, directing the conversation back to their evening activity.

Raph shook his head. “Anything other than sex, nope...”

“Not for now, but that's alright Raph. Donnie..?”

“I thought of a full body massage, with many hands. First you, and then us, one by one. And.. your stockings have to come off.. maybe even that lingerie..” he licked his lips.

“Hey! The lingerie is in my color, so it's mine!” said Mickey.

“Mickey, I have to agree with you on this one. When it needs to be removed, the honor will be yours.

Donnie rubbed his hands with the oil and started on her carapace. Ishtar wondered why he started there, because it was just a hard surface.

“Lie down love and surrender yourself to my hands”, Donnie said softly.

She didn't only surrender to his hands, but to all the hands she felt on her body. It had been ages since she last had a massage. So it didn't take long before she fell asleep under their expert hands.

“Hey guys..” whispered Raphael. “Shouldn't we lay her in bed? She's already asleep.” He looked down, quite in love with her.

“No, we finish this massage, she needs it. Even if she sleeps, it still has a healing effect.

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Bayverse!Donnie headcanons bc his my bbg

Okay, lol, I really needed to let all of this out and just vomit all the ideas I’ve been hoarding about this man. I love him. I’ve adored him ever since the 2012 series, and that made me realize—I definitely have a thing for nerds. And glasses. Dear god.

I hope you guys like this!! Do you think I should do the same for the other brothers? Or maybe for the other characters? (I wouldn’t mind taking the risk and making headcanons like this for Rocksteady, hehe.)

Alright, bye!!

warnings: sfw & nsfw ( but not so explicit?) :p

- He’s a genius with confidence… until he isn’t.

Donnie is incredibly self-assured when it comes to his intellect and skills. He knows his worth and never doubts his ability to solve problems. Jumping out of a plane without a parachute? Easy. Hacking government security systems? A piece of cake. But confessing his feelings to you? That’s a whole different challenge.

This is where his anxious side kicks in. His brain, used to solving any equation, completely short-circuits when it comes to emotions. What if he misinterprets your signals? What if he ruins the friendship? What if you like someone else? Sure, he can design an exoskeleton in less than 24 hours, but love is a field where variables don’t always make sense.

If you think you can hide something from him, think again. Donnie notices everything. From the slight shift in your expression when you’re tired to the pattern of songs you repeat when you’re feeling down. (And no, he absolutely did not hack your Spotify, ahem—)

- That’s why, when you start falling for him, he already knows. In fact, he probably figured it out before you did.

He won’t tell you right away. Inside his head, there’s a storm of chaotic thoughts, organizing themselves into an ultra-detailed data table with every relevant piece of information. Give him a few days, and once his mind has fully processed everything, he’ll come back to you as a renewed Donnie—determined, confident, and ready to make you his.

- Donnie doesn’t just plan things; he breaks them down into a thousand strategies of action. His trash bin is living proof of the number of ideas he discards and reworks over and over.

Gifts? He’s not the type to grab something generic at the last minute. His gifts are so deeply personalized that they’ll make you feel like he knows you better than you know yourself.

Example: If you ever casually mentioned that you’d love to learn to play an instrument, he’ll build one for you—customized with enhancements. If you said you love the stars, he’ll create an interactive star map with the exact alignment of the sky on the day you were born.

Your birthdays, anniversaries, and any special dates are planned years in advance. It doesn’t matter if you’re not officially together yet—he already has ideas saved for when you are.

- Romance in his brain is an equation far too complex.

Donnie isn’t clumsy because he lacks intelligence; it’s because his brain moves too fast. His emotions and logic are in constant conflict, creating an ongoing battle between Confident Donnie and Nervous Donnie.

You’ll see him go from saying something with complete confidence to, “Uh, well… what I meant to say is… no, wait, forget it—” and then getting frustrated with himself because that definitely wasn’t what he had in mind.

But when he manages to organize his thoughts, he’s one of the most direct people you’ll ever meet. Once he crosses the mental line of “I’m doing this,” there’s no turning back.

- Gifts

He doesn’t believe in generic presents. Everything he gives you has a specific purpose. A bracelet that’s actually a disguised tracker (“For safety. Just for safety.”), or a stuffed animal that can record voice messages.

One day, you wake up and find a new app on your phone with your name on it. You open it, and it’s a virtual assistant designed specifically for you, complete with personalized reminders for the little things Donnie knows you always forget.

- Once he has you, you are his priority.

Once Donnie accepts his feelings and takes the step to be with you, he becomes the most devoted boyfriend.

He’s not excessively clingy or jealous like Raph, but his love is obvious in the time and effort he invests in you.

No matter how many projects he’s juggling, if you truly need his attention, he’ll give it to you without hesitation.

- Donnie needs physical contact, but his intellectual pride won’t let him admit it outright. Instead, he prefers to justify it with overly precise scientific explanations.

“Well, you see… my body temperature tends to drop faster than that of the average human, so it’s biologically beneficial for me to share contact with an external heat source.”

Translation: “Hug me. Now.”

If you confront him with something like, “Why don’t you just say you want cuddles?” he’ll turn bright red and start stammering, scrambling for excuses.

Don’t listen. Just climb onto him.

- Donnie can plan everything, but he cannot predict your spontaneous displays of affection.

If you surprise him with a kiss, his brain completely shuts down for 3-5 seconds before he can process it.

Unexpected gestures—hugging him from behind while he’s working, cupping his face in your hands, or kissing his cheek out of nowhere—leave him frozen, recalculating.

Sometimes, his first reflex is to adjust his glasses, only to realize that they have nothing to do with the fact that his vision just blurred from sheer shock.

NSFW

- He’s patient… but only to a point. Donnie will never pressure you. He’ll wait as long as you need, always making sure you feel safe and comfortable.

However… he’s already undressed you with his eyes a million times.

His mind is a machine of ideas and theories, and when it comes to you, he has imagined everything. Everything.

He tells himself he can be rational and controlled… but if you take too long, his thoughts will become a little more persistent.

- He’s not innocent. Don’t even think it for a second.

He may seem shy or awkward about relationships, but when it comes to this, his mind is a laboratory of hypotheses he’s dying to test.

He has analyzed you with surgical precision. He knows exactly how you blush, how you react to certain touches, which words make you tremble.

Do not underestimate him. He has read, he has researched, he has learned.

But nothing compares to the real thing. With you.

When he finally has you in his hands, his brain short-circuits.

No matter how many times he imagined this moment, nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of your skin beneath his fingers.

His jaw clenches, he exhales sharply, and his pupils dilate as if he’s just been electrocuted.

His entire expression changes—from his usual nervousness to something darker, more intense, starving.

- He becomes obsessive about memorizing every single reaction of yours.

He’s analytical. He will learn what you love and make sure to do it better every single time.

Eye contact and sounds. His drug.

Look at him. Don’t look away. Don’t ignore him.

If you dare to hold his gaze while he’s above you, he will completely lose himself in you.

Your voice, your moans, your gasps—they ruin him.

He needs you vocal. He needs to know he’s doing a good job.

If you get shy and try to cover your mouth, he will ask (or demand) that you don’t.

Kinky? Oh, absolutely.

Donnie lives to experiment. It’s in his nature.

Positions? All of them. But his favorites are the ones where you are on top of him.

He loves being dominated.

After spending his entire life controlling every aspect of his world, it’s a relief for his mind to surrender completely to you.

“Set the pace, beautiful. I’m in your hands.”

Toys? Oh, yes.

You can be sure he has researched every single thing about them.

But he won’t settle for the ones that already exist. No.

He will build his own. Upgraded. With precisely calibrated speeds and optimized materials.

“This one has five vibration levels, but if we increase the frequency by 15%, we could—”

May God help you if you walk into his lab at the wrong time.

May God help his brothers if they ever find out.

Dedicated and obsessed with you.

Donnie doesn’t do anything halfway. If he gives himself to you, it’s completely.

No matter how much time passes, he will always give his all to make you feel incredible.

He’s not a casual lover.

He is yours. And you are his.

“You are my greatest discovery.”

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can I have these?🥺

and this? 🥺

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I did a thing

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Please! I would love one from Mikey! 🥰🧡💞

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Here is another random videos portrayed by the boys! Enjoy everyone!

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