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Truth or Dare..... part 2

Bay!Raph x Gn!reader

Part 1

Warnings: all parties involved are 18+ (they're in college duh) don't be weird about it, raph on a bike (you have been warned), spelling mistakes, smootches, raph switching between being a cocky bitch to nervous constantly,

You were frozen.

Which was new for you.

You stared up at the big brute for a moment too long, licking your lips.

"W-what?" You stuttered, blinking rapidly. Mikey and Donnie chuckle at your flushed cheeks.

Raph leans down close, resting his beefy forearms on the back of the couch and meeting your leveled gaze.

"I hear, ya like playin' games? And that you're not one to back down?" There was a glimmer in his eyes. You'd never seen him like this. You'd be lying if you said you'd never thought about him like this. Thought about kissing his full lips or being the one to hang on his arm as he walked through campus.

But it felt ridiculous to hope for that. Ever since you met him, he's been walled off. But something was different tonight.

You rolled your shoulders back, keeping his stare. "No, I'm not. What's your plan?"

He smirked, pulling a set of keys from his pocket. "You'll see,"

You're not sure what compelled you. Maybe it was the snickers and jabs from Mikey and Donnie. Maybe it was the flush of a glass of mikey from earlier. Maybe it was how gently his hand pressed on your lower back to guide you out of your apartment.

He said nothing as he led you down to the garage of your building. The night was chilly, but he didn't seem to mind.

You peered around him, gasping.

"We're getting on that?" You gesture to the motorcycle sitting in front of you.

"Yeah? Ya ever been on one?" He smirks down at you. You shake your head. "Well then," He takes the helmets from the seat and hands the smaller one to you. "This will be test one,"

"Test? What do you mean test?" Your eyes blinked between the helmet and his devilish grin.

"I'm goin' ta give ya a series of tests, or dares, to see if you've really got steel balls," He shook the helmet toward you.

He wanted to hit your pride. You did want the big behemoth to admit you had steel balls.

You raised your chin. "Fine," placing the helmet on your head, your approached the bike.

"Shortys first," raph said from behind you.

"What? I'm not driving," You put your hands up and stepped away from the bike.

"Obviously not, but ya can't sit on ta back with my shell. You gotta sit in front," he put his own helmet on. "Look ill show ya,"

Swinging a leg over the bike, he straddled the leather seat, adjusting his hips and making his shorts ride up.

How he could wear shorts in October should be a crime.

He patted the seat between his thighs. "You go here,"

This was such a test. A tease. To see if you really had the power. And you definitely did.

You shrugged to act indifferently, and approached the bike. Putting your hands on the seat, you swung a leg over.

"You'll need to move back," He said softly.

You purposely put some space between you two, all that contact would be too much.

"I think it's fine," You argued.

He huffed in amusement and reached his hands forward. One grabbed the handles and the other pressed on your stomach and pulled you flush to his chest.

His big broad chest surrounding your whole back, his warm thighs pressing against the outside of your own.

"This okay?" He whispered, his breath dancing on the back of your neck.

You nod. "Yeah,"

"Hang on tight, shorty," He starts up the bike, it roars to life. He carefully sets it off on the road. Your hands fly up and grip onto his arms.

It was thrilling. The rumbling of the engine, the cold burst of air and wind and the solid expanse of muscle holding you tight.

He doesn't travel far, pulling into the diner down the road.

"What're we doing here?" You peer over your shoulder at him.

"Dare two: go in there and take the brown bag of food from the counter,"

You gawked at him. "I'm not stealing!"

He chuckled, his chest rumbling against your back. "It's not stealing, trust me, go on," he nudged your back.

You huffed, getting off and glaring at him. He gestured to the door.

Rolling your eyes, you threw the door open and walked in. There were maybe three tables full and a waitress was at the counter. She looked up and smiled at you before continuing whatever she was doing at the register.

You feel like you've seen her before. Dark brown hair, bright eyes.

The bag raph told you about was on the counter. You picked it up. Nothing happened. Slowly you went to the exit. No one looked up.

You can feel raphs smirk as you remount the bike. "If you just made me steal, I will never forgive you,"

"I'm not making you a criminal, shorty, don't worry," he starts the bike up again and takes off down the road. He's still staying in town, but to a quieter neighborhood.

He pulls to a stop outside a tall building. He offers you a hand to help get down and nods toward the door. "Come on,"

The same keys that started the bike also opened the door. He wandered through the halls and up and up the stairs.

"Where are we going?" You whisper yelled at him after the fourth set of stairs.

"You'll see," He said without sparing you a glance.

Finally, after the fifth set of stairs, he opened a door to reveal the roof. He holds it open for you and leads you to the left.

"Oh," tucked into a little corner was a pile of soft blankets and pillows, fairy lights hung all on the wall and to a post on the opposite side. A laptop was there on a cooler and a small heater was plugged into god knows where.

"What is all this?" You asked.

He stepped before you. His smirk gone, his shoulders loose as he reached for your free hand.

"Dare number three," He licked his lips nervously. "Go on a date with me?" It ended more in a question, but it still made your heart race.

You looked down at the food in your hands, the effort he took to get you out, what mikey and Donnie had been saying at the party.

"You did all this, just to get a date with me?"

He nodded.

"And you just had to get everyone involved?" You chuckled.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I wanted to do it right and Donnie said ya kept checkin' me out and Mikey mentioned the truth or Dare thing. It all just kinda worked out,"

"Don't forget stealing food," You added.

He shook his head. "Nah, my sis April works there, she said ya came in there all the time and got lasagna, so I gave her a twenty to leave it there for us,"

You felt close to tears. No one had ever gone through so much just to get a date with you.

You smiled up at him. "Well, I can't break my record now,"

He smiled, all warm and bright and boyish. He helped you settle down into the blankets and get the food set up.

"Hey," You nudge him with your knee. "Truth or dare?"

He smiled. "Dare,"

"I dare you to tell me how long you've been planning this,"

A bashful expression flashed across his face as he looked away to his food. He mumbled something.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" You teased as you leaned in toward him.

"Couple weeks," He met your eyes. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth,"

"Why'd ya really kiss me tonight?" His voice was quiet, his eyes hopeful.

"'Cause I've kinda got a crush on you," You whisper back.

His eyes go wide and a grin splits his face.

"Truth or dare?" You lean in closer.

"Dare," His eyes flicker to your lips.

"I dare you to kiss me,"

He licked his lips, suddenly appearing nervous. His hand gently came up and cupped your face. His thumb brushing along your cheekbone.

Raph leaned in, and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You sighed, he was warm against the cold, you cupped his cheek, feeling the strange texture of his scales.

He pulled back, a twinkle in his eyes.

You giggled softly. "Well, I guess I have steel balls after all the dares you threw at me,"

His grin turned devilish, he gripped your chin making you look up at him. "Oh, we're just gettin' started, shorty. You're stuck with me now,"

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If the world was ending I'd wanna be next to you. If the party was over, And our time on Earth was through, I'd wanna hold you just for a while, And die with a smile. If the world was ending I'd wanna be next to you.

Very sane and normal fanart for a friend's AU/iteration. These guys are the worst I hate them. They're so fucked up.

(not a ship...)

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One more of my AU TMNT bayverse.🧡💙❤💜🕷

Doodle time!!

Also I changed the costumes of the turtle and however it was worth it to change the costumes for the turtle espacely the donnie's mask,the first mask I don't really like it but the new is more better,I hope the change of the costumes are noted well

Art by me @sivy-chan-blog

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“I am SO gonna enjoy this.”

Raphael (TMNT 2003) character aesthetic.

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Raphs Journal vibes

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See if I win

He’s got my vote 🇺🇸

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Special thanks to @selfless1978 for coming up with the idea!

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You can stop and see the exact moment where Leo’s short life flashes before his eyes

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Bird

Raphael x Fem!reader

Warnings: Refrence to guns and animal death

(This is pure catharsis. It happened to me earlier today and I'm still feeling it. Thank you so much @truffle-draws-turtles for the emergency Raph hug. I really needed it.)

"Monsters!!!" You growl as the front door hits the wall so hard the knob leaves a dent. You toss your bag in the corner, ignoring the explosion of boots, heels, and sneakers that scatter from the mud mat.

You storm past everyone congregated in the living room for pre patrol coffee, and down the hall to your bedroom, clearly having been crying. Picture frames shake on the wall as you slam the door behind you.

Everyone exchanges worried glances, before Raph breaks off to head down the hall.

There is a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in," you say, sniffling, wiping your nose on your sleeve. He opens the door to you sitting on the edge of the bed wiping your eyes.

"Hey princess," he says softly, "you okay?"

You close your eyes and shake your head and cover your face with your hands as a sob escapes you.

He's by your side in seconds, pulling you into his lap and wrapping you up in his arms as you cry. When you're calm enough to speak again, he kisses you on the forehead and tilts your face to his. "What can I do?" He asks.

You shake your head, "Nothing. It's over."

"What is?" He asks, wiping a tear away with his thumb.

A few more tears fall, which he wipes away as well. "I cut through the park on my way home and there were some stupid kids firing off an airsoft rifle. At first they were just scaring the ducks, you know? Dick move but pretty harmless. But then they actually hit one."

Your voice thickens as new tears begin to fall, "I tried, I really tried," you insist, "I got them out of the lake and pulled them to shore but they got hit in the neck and gods it took like two minutes. I didn't know what to do, so I just held it until it..." You bury your face in his shoulder and sob.

He tightens his grip around you, resting his head against yours, "I'm so sorry, princess," he rumbles softly, "did you tell anyone?"

You shook your head.

"Why not?"

"Promise you won't be mad?"

His brow furrows at that one, and gives you a look you know very well.

"I may have... followed them."

He sighs heavily, "Y/N..."

"Look, it was three jackass kids with an airsoft rifle, it wasn't like I was in any actual danger. They were basically just off the tit." You insist.

He rolls his eyes, "Okay, fine, still a dumb move, but what happened?"

You hesitate.

"Y/N..."

"I gave him a black eye and broke his gun..." you say quickly, cringe-grinning, hoping he's not too mad, "and his hand," you add quickly

He's quiet for a moment, "...and the other two?"

"One... may have accidently got their shoulder dislocated?"

He nods, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Lemme guess," he says, "You left the third alone so-"

"-so he could drive their stupid moped to the hospital, yeah," you confirm.

He wraps his arms tighter around you , squeezing gently, "that's my girl."

...

A/N

Unfortunately I didn't beat them up, just yelled at them. They were all adults. Not even youngish adults. But I did hold the poor limpkin and contact authorities. Nothing is going to happen because they're white rednecks and I'm a visibly queer, openly pagan monsterfucker, so I'm not the one they're going to believe. They're also my neighbors, so this should be fun...

So if anyone could just send some karma-type vibes to those fuckers, it'd be appreciated.

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Witchy Shit!

An ask from @footninja that I posted as a post accidentally. 🫣

The ask is here

HAPPY ALMOST SAMHAIN MY WITCHES!!! I may have gone a little deeper than "hippie hillbilly witch"... I've been practicing for a WHILE, and magic is one of my autistic special interests, soooo.....

All the boys are FOR SURE Pagan even if that isn't what they call it (Splinter raised them Shinto), and *very* eclectic, but definitely have their own flavors that they gravitate to...

Leo

Did you say MEDITATING? When? Where? How long? He is ready to sit with you peacefully for hours.

Want to start mixing your own incense/tea? He'll help you research and grow the herbs you need.

BONSAI ZEN GARDEN

Night time dates to ALL the secret/private botanical gardens in the city.

The first time he sees you in a garden in the daylight, surrounded by butterflies, he looses the power of speech.

When you're having a tough time at work, expect tea and a full body massage with all natural oils in a candlelit room when you get home. If you are feeling up to it, that massage can and will escalate to the most transcendent, mild blowing tantric sex imaginable, leaving you fully relaxed mind, body, and spirit.

NOTE: Depending on exactly how "crunchy granola" you are, you may find yourself in conflict with his OCD, so be EXTRA respectful of his space.

Craft: Green Witch

Element: Earth

Archetype: The Hero

Major Arcana: Temperance

Raph

Need help with Ritual? My guy is a WORKHORSE. Where did you want that solid stone altar, again?

Bardic circle like a BOSS. My guy is always down for drinks, songs, and good stories, and the reverb of his voice from his shell means you can feel his singing in your feet like thunder.

Speaking of his voice: guided meditations.

Speaking of guided meditations: guided meditations that take a filthy turn halfway through. 😏

Firetender extraordinare. Want it to burn forever? This guy can drop in literal trees that'll keep the balefire lit until next Solstice.

By FAR the most in touch with his animal side.

He's a beast who not only has NO PROBLEM chasing you, naked, through the woods, but will 1000% instigate. LOVES sex outside (I may have a story about an amethyst cavern, but you didn't hear that because it's not written yet).

Craft: Primal Witch

Element: Fire

Archetype: The Knight

Major Arcana: Strength

Donnie

Oddly accepting of the witchy shit for a techy guy. He's smart enough to know that he doesn't know everything.

Writes a program that will help you track EVERYTHING. Moon, planets, planting, hurricane season, you name it.

Builds you a whole ass Orrery, because despite his program you *still* missed a celestial event and you were sad.

Expect after hours dates to the Hayden Planetarium during eclipses, meteor showers, comets, or any other excuse he can come up with to look at the stars with you.

SIGILS ON POINT. Fractals and sacred geometry, this guy is PRECISE. Made a Mercury Square once that you're pretty sure caused a blackout. He disagrees, but he doesn't make planetary squares anymore.

A night outside of the city looking at the stars? Expect my guy to be drawing star charts on your skin, before "exploring the heavens."

Craft: Celestial Witch

Element: Air

Archetype: The Magician

Tarot Card: The Magician

Mikey

Is straight up pagan.

Beaded bracelets? Hell yes. Macrame? On lock. Candle making? Crystal Wrapping? This boy is DOWN with the Witchy Crafts.

Vibes with his semiaquatic nature on a grand scale. The first time you caught him meditating underwater you nearly had a heart attack until you remembered.

If you introduce him to your people, he will fully write and lead rituals for literally anything. Leo may be master of the Dojo, but *no one* directs people's energy like Mike.

If you even suggest it *vaguely*, he is fully ON BOARD to start a coven/grove/whatever with you as your consort.

Oddly good at High Magic, but only practices VERY rarely. Won't Oracle for evocations because the idea of having someone else in his head weirds him out, but has a 100% success rate negotiating with Otherworldly Entities.

Sex magic in the ocean under a full moon? Uh, why aren't you in the water already?

Calls himself "Magic Mike."

Element: Water

Craft: Water Witch

Archetype: The Lover

Tarot Card: Wheel of Fortune

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PST.

You. Hey You.

*tugs on your sleeve like an excited child*

I haz an idea, but only if you want to or like to. Absolutely no pressure, I just want an excuse to talk to a cool tumblr person.

Buuuuuuut I was thinking, you know as one does, about hair of all things. Because I’m a very vain creature like that. Like due to working in a warehouse with 10 hours shifts, I usually keep my hair up in a bun or ponytail to keep it out of my face. Then when I get home, I still have work to do so I put it up in a twist or clip or something. So the first time in a long time, I clocked how long my hair is with it actually down and now it’s like half way down my back!

And I was thinking, how do you think our favorite Bruiser Boi would respond to something like that. Being used to his friend/SO ALWAYS having their hair up to suddenly have it all down for whatever reason? But anyhoo, just a thunk. Also again, I know this sounds cheesy, but I was thinking about you today and I was like “Man. What a cool person. I hope they just have the best Friday ever.”

So here’s to hoping you have the best Friday ever🫂🧡

Hidden Talent

Raphael x Reader

No Warnings, Vanilla Spice🌶️

You met in May, just at the beginning of summer, when the streets were not quite hazy with heat, but hot enough that, between the sweat and the frizz, your thigh length mane had to be contained.

Now halfway through July, you were honestly considering cutting it off. It's becoming more than just a little annoying.

It takes you over an hour every morning to quick and dirty brush - bun - pin, and between the weight of your hair pulling your skin so tight you're shocked you can close your eyes, and the bobby pins stabbing you in the head, you are pretty much over it.

It's been up all day and you've FINALLY made it home. The massive headache pounding in your temples like a god damn marching band has been growing steadily worse since you got on the subway *this morning*, and now it's basically unbearable.

You head straight for your room, tossing a quick wave to April and the boys as they drink coffee in the kitchen before heading out on patrol.

Tossing your bag on the bed, you glare at it when it rolls off the other side and you hear the scattering of small objects. Fuck it. You'd pick it up later. Or tomorrow. Or never.

He hears the sound, and the following exhausted sigh, and slips out of the kitchen as covertly as a giant reptile strapped to the nines can "slip," making his way down the hall. It seems like you had a tough day. If he can at least make you smile before heading out for "garbage duty," he'll already start off having a good night.

He reaches your open doorway and turns, lifting his hand to knock, but pauses once you come into view.

You're back is to the door and you're pulling the last of the bobby pins out of your hair. The bun begins to unravel and you grasp the elastic to rip it out and it straight up breaks.

You don't care. It feels too good to be free, and your eyes fall closed with a sigh.

It tumbles down your back and Raphael's eyes widen. He knew your hair was long, but this takes him completely by surprise. Silk flashes in the lamplight as your hair catches its shine and it cascades down your body to just about mid thigh. He breathes in your scent as it blooms outward. He'd only caught it in glimpses before, almost as tightly contained as your hair, but with your hair now loose you are everywhere and his head is swimming.

As you run your hands through the hair at your scalp to loosen it for the first time in hours, you can't help the almost- moan of relief that escapes you.

Between your beauty and your scent, that sound is nearly his undoing, and he swallows hard.

You sigh as the headache and tension start to dissipate and rub your temples as you open your eyes. You catch his reflection in the small mirror on your desk. He's looking at you with something like awe. He doesnt notice you notice.

You're beautiful. He knows this. It's an objective fact. But beyond that you're funny and smart and so much fun to hang out with. You only met a couple of months ago, but you've starting spending more time together, even on his nights off, and he's not, totally not, even remotely possibly falling for you. Not even a little. Nope.

But holy shit are you beautiful.

"Oh, hey Red," you say, turning around with a smile.

He nearly jumps out of his shell at the sudden attention, and his cheeks darken when he realizes you must have caught him staring.

He perks up, trying to brush it off, "Uh, yeah, hey. You, um..." he clears his throat, "kinda sounded like you had a rough day. Anything I can do?"

You smile softly at him, tucking your hair behind your ear. He follows your hand and tries not to breathe. "Thanks. No. I'll be fine," you chuckle, a gentle pink coloring your cheeks, "just being dramatic."

You sit on the bed beside you, snatching your hair brush off the desk. "You boys heading out soon?" You ask.

"Uh, yeah," he confirms, as you start brushing your hair, "bout ten minutes or so, I guess." The brush is scattering your scent into the air, filling the room with you, and his mouth waters. He clears his throat. "So, uh, something happen today?" He asks, leaning against the door and attempting to appear casual. He feels drunk.

You shrug. "Just the usual. People being people. The ever present headache doesn't help," you say, glaring at the broken elastic on the floor.

"Your hair?" He asks.

You nod, "It'll be too hot to wear my hair comfortably until probably mid-september, and I've about lost my patience with this. I didn't expect summer in New York to be this unbearable." You sigh heavily, working on a particularly stubborn knot, "I don't know, I'm thinking of just chopping it off."

"Don't," He says , so quickly and emphatically that it surprises even him, and he blushes and looks away when your eyes shoot up to look at him. He clears his throat, eyes returning to yours, "what I mean is... you don't have to," he takes a step forward and hesitates, is he really gonna do this...?

...fuck it.

He walks the rest of the way to the bed and gestures to your hair, "Um, may I?" He says, trying not to show how terrified he is right now. What if she thinks it's weird. That *he's* weird. This was a bad idea.

"Sure," you say with a smile, stopping the spiral in it's tracks. You hand him your hairbrush, and turn so that your back is to him. You feel the mattress dip as he sits beside you.

His fingers brush the back of your neck as he lifts your hair, sending a shiver down your spine, and your eyes fall closed as he begins pulling the brush through it. A soft sigh escapes you when he scrapes the brush gently against your scalp.

This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. Worst idea he's ever had. Now he was the one brushing your scent all over him, and the realization that he would be smelling you all night, along with your barely audible sounds of contentment, are affecting him in ways that are not allowed.

He takes a deep breath, swallowing your scent, drinking you like a man on his last dime, gluttonous and pathetic, as he accepts that he will gladly, desperately, keep coming back to this fountain, even though he knows it's killing him. This was a terrible, awful, amazingly wonderful idea. He should really make stupid decisions more often.

Meanwhile, you're trying not to chew a hole through your lip, because every gentle tug, every scrape of the brush, sends ripples through your body that you can feel in your fingertips. It's been a while, okay? To say your love life is non existent would be being kind. You're going over your terribly obnoxious day in your head beat for beat in desperation, trying to think of anything they might draw your attention away from what he's doing because fuck...

It isn't just the sensations. It's him.

It'd be a lie to say you haven't thought about it. Beyond him being so much fun to be around, he was absolutely stunning. He physically and metaphorically should not exist and you mean that in the best way possible. There were a lot of late nights where you found yourself imagining his scales against your bare skin, his deep voice rumbling like thunder in your ear...

He holds your hair gently at the scalp while he works out a particularly stubborn knot, so it doesn't pinch, and as he succeeds, your hair tugs gently as his fingers run through it.

Your scent changes, he thinks, but it's difficult to tell when his face is nigh buried in your hair, and your amber conditioner mixed with your own unique perfume are making his mouth water. He's wrong . He has to be. You couldn't possibly be...

He reaches over to the desk to retrieve an elastic and a few bobby pins and catches your reflection in the mirror. Cheeks pink, eyes closed, lips parted, he had to make a conscious effort not to tighten his hands in your hair. Don't react. It doesn't mean anything. He spots a hair pin on the desk, and grabs that, too.

He returns to his task, twisting and securing your hair in a low bun, just above your hair line. He can see the flush of your shoulders as he lifts your hair and attempts to control his breathing. As he places the last pin, he can't resist running the back of his finger down the back of your neck. He doesn't miss you shiver.

"There," he says, possibly a bit more huskily than he intends to, "how's that feel?"

Miraculously, the weight was still there, but he had twisted it in such a way that it was secure without pulling or pinching. When you turn to the mirror, the lamplight catches the hairpin, the warm glare making it flash like fire. You smile softly, almost in disbelief, and touch your hair gently. You turn to him, speechless.

His blush deepens, "I, uh... I'm pretty good with textiles. Hair ain't that different." His mouth turns up in a nervous smile when your smile of disbelief becomes a grin.

"Well you are just full of surprises, aren't you?" You say, almost breathless.

He blushes, chuckling and rubbing the back of his neck, looking away, "I guess..."

"Hey," Leo's head pops in the doorway, "we're heading out, you ready?"

Raph looks at you, and then Leo, and then back at you before clearing his throat and standing up, "uh, Yeah. Yeah, good to go." He shoots you an almost regretful smile.

"I guess that means you'll have to come over tomorrow and teach me how you did it," you say, grinning at him, "Can I say thank you with dinner?"

"Deal," he says, unable to help the grin that lights up his face, "I'll see you tomorrow." You don't miss the look Leo gives the both of you as he makes his way out the door. With one last glance at you, pink still staining your cheeks, Raphael leaves for the night.

You sit on the bed and touch the back of your neck, feeling the ghost of his hands in your hair. Maybe you wouldn't cut it, after all.

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