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I suffer from ninja turtleitis. It's fatal, I'm afraid

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Some Leo ✨

I really like to follow a bit of the facial structure that turtles have in reality, especially the snout part and I think it looks cute ^^

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art style study uwu

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I drew them :>

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Hello friends! I’m still here!

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Reasons why he’s my favorite. I love him!

This is why Raph's my favourite. They're literally in a car chase and he's impatiently beating on a punching bag like nothing is going on. "This is how you roll" kills me routinely.

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Soooooo hot!!!!! Enjoy y’all

"Cum for me baby" from Don with his girlfriend please?

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Pairing: Donnie/fem!Reader Rating: Explicit Contents: Donnie is strangely overcome with the need to have you right then and there. Warnings: 18+, mdni, mating season, hickeys, creampies, unprotected p in v (wrap it up peeps) Wordcount: 1,594 Sentence Prompt: # 75

𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤

Notes: Excuse my poor attempt of being more poetic in my writing! Hope you enjoy!

Your presence was like a living temptation to him, as if every cell in your body was crafted to make him lose control around you. Carnally irresistible, Donnie found it impossible to keep his hands off of you. Earlier, he had tried with great effort to keep his eyes on the TV, but your scent drifted into his nostrils—so sweet and enticing. Overcome, he leaned down to breathe deeply in the crook of your neck.

The look you gave him almost made him shudder visibly. You appeared concerned by his sudden change in behavior, yet there was an undeniable excitement in your eyes as he ran his tongue over your pulse point.

He wasn't sure if something was wrong with him, but he wasn't entirely focused on figuring it out, as your soft gasps were far more captivating than anything else. His skin felt like it was on fire, and his glasses had become an irritation, so he quickly removed them and tossed them onto the coffee table. He didn’t need them anyway; you were close enough that he could clearly see your beautiful expressions.

Donnie was a turtle steeped in science, his expertise evident in the gadgets he wielded both in the lab and on patrol. He had deciphered ancient codes to deactivate a timed toxic bomb threatening New York City and uncovered the mysteries of the purple ooze. Yet, in your presence, all logic seemed to evaporate, leaving him a slave to his emotions. His instincts urged him to keep you selfishly close and immerse himself in your natural scent. He desired to fill the very being he worshiped with his essence so intensely that no one else could occupy your thoughts but him.

But as time stretched on, it seemed like hours had passed, and he was certain you were too overwhelmed to form a coherent thought. Your skin was flushed, adorned with a trail of red marks across your delicate skin—marks destined to deepen into purple.

It almost felt like your first time together, heated with a passion so intense that you couldn't stop trying to touch each other, yet tinged with nervousness due to a lack of familiarity with each other's physical needs. However, despite the similar rush of emotions, Donnie's hands never fumbled or shook with uncertainty. They moved with confidence and precision, driven by an eager desire to worship your very existence.

Just a tilt of your head was enough for him to capture your soft lips with his, sighing softly as he found a semblance of relief amidst his lustful haze. His large hands were intent on exploring the canvas of your body despite the fact he’s seen more times he can count, gently kneading your flesh, which was much softer than his own. 

"Donnie..." Your whine pierced through his haze of desire.

He shuddered this time at the sound, murmuring, "So pretty and all for me.” The turtle licked his lips, dried from his heavy pants for air.  

The space between your thighs glistened with a mixture of your juices and his essence—a beautiful concoction, Donnie might add. Despite the evidence that he had finished inside you several times, his attention remained laser-focused on your pleasure, his mind relentlessly urging him to give more and more. It would be remiss of him not to, especially when your lips parted so beautifully with each mewl that escaped them.

He pressed one hand firmly on your back to keep you pinned against the couch. A fleeting thought crossed his mind, wondering if a three-fingered imprint would remain, but it quickly dissipated as he became captivated by the way the sweat on your skin sparkle ethereally.

Seriously, were you a fallen angel hell-bent on cursing him to eternally crave your body? No matter how many times he made you cry out his name, no matter how tightly you clenched around him that is felt like you were pulling him deeper until he climaxed, he still wanted more. Or perhaps he needed more. Donnie couldn't tell anymore; his thoughts were so tangled that he couldn't distinguish desire from necessity. Either way, it seemed his body was surrendering to its own carnal instincts, relentlessly seeking release with you, in you.

Donnie muttered a curse under his breath as his free hand slipped beneath you, caressing the bundle of nerves that made your thighs begin to quiver. Your hands clutched weakly at the cushions, moaning with abandon.

He hissed through clenched teeth as he felt your inner walls tighten around him once more. "Come for me, baby. You can do it," he encouraged gently.

It was only a moment more before you released a stuttering squeal, your nectar coating him further as he continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm. Donnie bit his lower lip as his torso lowered to brush against your back, emitting a groan and a deep, reverberating churr that would make Raph envious. He pushed himself as deep as he could inside you as he came. Your smaller hand clung to the wrist of the hand between your legs, panting loudly.

Finally, Donnie's mind began to clear, his intense sexual need appearing to wane and find satisfaction. He hoped he hadn't pushed you too far.

You seemed to recognize that it was over when Donnie didn’t immediately resume thrusting into you with his previous unrestrained vigor. Slumping beneath him, you felt his weight relax as he lazily placed kisses on the hickeys decorating your shoulders. Both of you appeared content to remain in your current position, with him still inside you, enjoying the quiet aftermath together.

"Holy shit..." you mumbled.

He let out a soft chuckle. "Too much?"

You shook your head. "No, no. It was amazing! I just don't know what came over you so suddenly.”

“I actually don’t know either,” Donnie hummed thoughtfully. Carefully, he pulled away and slipped out from the comfort of your warmth. He had to restrain himself and look away when he heard you release a small whine, feeling the emptiness and his essence dripping down your inner thigh.

Donnie quickly put his glasses back on and walked away to grab some water and a towel for you. While he was gone for that brief moment, you sat up, grimacing from the familiar soreness setting in. You hadn't felt this achy in over two years, back when you were both fresh adults, newly eager to explore the beginnings of your sexual life together.

Once your turtle lover returned, he insisted on helping you clean up despite your protests about him being just as messy. Nevertheless, he was determined, so you let him help subconsciously avoiding your inner folds to leave them coated with his essence. After ensuring you were comfortable, he took care of himself.

After redressing lightly, you headed into the kitchen, taking the water Donnie had provided with you. Following a session like that, you definitely needed some food. Donnie, meanwhile, simply pulled up his underwear and lingered in the kitchen, watching you closely. His instincts urged him to stay nearby.

His mind was still slightly clouded from the spontaneous moment, but not enough to impair his decision-making. He had a gut feeling that the intense desire might return. It was confusing, though, why such behavior was manifesting in the first place, especially since nothing specific seemed to trigger his sudden, overwhelming urge to take you right then and there on the couch.

And your poor couch. It was probably ruined from your activities now. You two had used it like dogs in heat. Huh. Like dogs in heat. In heat. Heat. Heat!

Donnie's eyes widened impossibly with realization. He and his brothers were now at a sexually mature age. Furthermore, it was that time of year—mating season for red-eared sliders, when they succumb to their need to breed.

Oh God, he was in heat and completely unprepared for it. He cringed at the thought of what his brothers must be enduring without a partner to satisfy their reproductive urges. He guessed it was wrong to assume they wouldn’t experience it just because they hadn't felt it immediately after reaching puberty. Casting a long glance in your direction as you prepared packaged ramen, Donnie walked into the living room to grab his phone and sent Leo a text. It was around this time that his family usually gathered for dinner.

Donnie: How’s things going at the lair?

The self-taught scientist received a swift reply from Leo, who was always prompt when responding to Donnie, knowing it wouldn’t be just another meme or silly pun. Unlike Raph and Mikey, who enjoyed sending Leo those sorts of messages just to tease him.

Leo: Everything fine

Leo: Why? Should there be something happening?

Donnie lifted a brow. Donnie: No, no! I was just checking in! See ya later He set his phone down on the coffee table, his lips pursing in confusion. Leo wasn’t one to mislead about the state of their close-knit family, so surely everything was fine with them. It seemed the issue was just with him. Perhaps it was because he was the only one among his brothers who had any sort of sexual experience.

Donnie turned at the sound of your feet pattering across the floor as you returned with two bowls of steaming ramen. He couldn't really complain. Not when you approached him, your body adorned with such beautiful marks, a testament to the intensity of their earlier moments together.

Since you were around, maybe this experience won’t be so bad.

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Absolutely fantastic read!!!!!

Random Turtle Thoughts...

"Tattoo"

You liked him. A lot. More than you anticipated you ever would after first meeting him in a dark ally in the heart of New York City on your way home late from work. But damn, did you find him to be hot now. His size, all those muscles, that thick voice of his, the charisma, all of it. Nearly drove you stupid.

But you worried about coming on too strong. So, you always tried to be conscious of how you behaved whenever you were near him. You'd been spending a lot of time with all the brothers recently. But not enough to warrant outright starring at him. You were all still too new for lingering glances. Feared if he caught the way your eyes hung on him, he'd believe you regarded him as a freak.

So, you were trying to be subtle. Discrete. An admiring ninja of sorts in your own right. Especially since you were intent on tracing every single line of that complex tattoo stretched over his dark green scales. The consuming need to see it clearly had you in a chokehold.

You were trying to be discrete. Really, you were.

But the way he kept squaring up to you, his eyes fixed closely on your face, made it damn near impossible.

Raph like you. More than he had ever liked anyone in his life. And he wanted to make a good impression on you. Always on his best behavior whenever you were around. He wanted you to like him back. He cared about what you thought of him. More than he had ever cared about what any thought of him. His father and brothers included.

But the way your eyes were constantly shifting tonight. The way they'd flick his way then to something else. Over and over, had Raph's fear of rejection cranked into overdrive. He'd see you glance up at him from the corner of his eye, and he'd turn towards you. Trying his best to convey approachableness. That he was not only interested in your attention, but actively welcomed it.

He remembered once when Donnie went on a rant about how interpreting behavior could be done in a scientific manner. Something about where an individual's feet were pointed indicated whether or not they were interested. Feet towards the person meant they wanted to talk, were comfortable. Feet away meant they weren't.

He made damn sure his feet were pointed right at you. Made sure his arms were lax at his sides. Mikey had insisted crossing his massive arms came across as threatening. And he tried his best to constantly remind himself to have an "easy, comfortable" expression. What ever the fuck that meant. But Leo had said on more than one occasion people would be less intimidated by him if he didn't look pissed all the time.

Raph was putting his all into this. Yet every single time he did all this "guaranteed ways to help people like them" bullshit, your eyes darted away. Like, what the fuck? It was making some very raw insecurities scream at him.

And he hated it. He liked you! He wanted you to like him back!

He couldn't take it any more.

"What?" he snarled, unsure if he cared how rough he came across.

You were caught. A blush spread over your cheeks. Bit your lip to hide the nervous smile fighting to be seen.

"Okay. Okay," you offered. "I keep trying to figure out what your tattoo is." You pointed to his bicep. "I've been trying to do it without you noticing. But you keep watching me like a hawk. And now I'm feeling like a creeper. So, I'll just ask you -," You sucked in a deep breath and tested your luck. "Can I please get a good long, close-up look at your tat?"

This threw Raph for a loop. It took his brain a second to catch on. Scrambling to reel his gruff side back in and act totally normal about your request which made butterflies explode in his chest, Raph offered a simple, "Oh."

He dropped down right where he stood so his arm was more in line with your eye level. And waited. You stood, watching, before deciding his action was your answer.

You couldn't smother the slight giggle bubbling in your throat. Light steps brought you to stand just a breath away from him. And fuck, did being this close make butterflies of your own flutter in your tummy.

"May I?" you asked carefully, hands held up but awaiting permission before you touched him.

He swallowed thickly. You were asking to touch him. You actually wanted to touch him!

The red clad ninja didn't trust not to squeak or do something else embarrassing. He nodded confirmation instead. Awaited anxiously for your touch to meet his arm.

If the two of you had ventured to offer what that moment felt like, you both would've found that the sensation was almost the same. Jolts of excitement at the novelty. Swirls of fondness. A hunger for more.

Pressing against the mass of his musculature, you found yourself consumed with a new need. To keep your hands on him as long as possible.

"So, uh," Raph cleared his throat, trying hard not to let on how exhilarating and anxious your touch was. "Is this something people do? Ask to touch each other's tattoos?"

A sudden surge of flirtatiousness. "Only when it's an excuse to get closer to someone."

Had he heard you right? Did he really hear a hint of flirt in your words? Did you really mean you wanted to be closer to him?

He figured he'd shoot his shot.

"That so, huh? I've caught a glimpse of ink under your shirt a time or two." He too a second to pray harder than he had ever done in his life that he wasn't coming across as a creep. "Would you mind if I get to see your tat? Seems fair, considering you're feeling me up."

Your cheeks heated up. It wasn't exactly smooth or sly, but it was effective. You could give him points for that. Trying not to smile like an idiot, you raised your shirt enough to reveal the large, colorful tattoo of irises and stars stretching the length of your side.

A brand-new rush through Raph's body. His eyes soaked up the view, mildly dumbfounded that this moment was happening at all. Carefully, ever so carefully, he raised his three-pronged hand and hovered a moment. "May I?" he asked, eyes dancing with yours.

You nodded, feeling excited and nervous yourself, but hoping to come across as cool and confident.

His touch was feather light against your skin. Delicate. So, so careful. And the swell in your heart made you desperate for more.

For a second, Raph managed to get lost in the lines of the art plastered across your skin. Appreciating the details, the sweeps and feminine aesthetic to it. When a slight shiver, and tiny goosebumps caught his eye.

He repeated the sweep of his finger over the spot again. He was rewarded with another minute squirm. The slight way the goosebumps enhanced. His eyes darted up to grab yours one more time. A devilish smirk pulling at his lips.

Your eyes went wide.

"Ticklish, are we?" His voice dripping with sex appeal.

You yanked your shirt down and pulled away from him, your heart suddenly pounding against your sternum. "No."

"Mmhmm..." He was raising himself agonizingly slow to his full height. "Come here and prove it then."

Adrenaline shot through your veins. Was he serious???

"I'll give ya a head start - One - Two -,"

Spinning on your heels you fled with a squeal of excitement. You had no idea how many numbers he intended to count to before he'd begin his pursuit. Or how far you'd manage to get, in this labyrinth beneath the city. You weren't even sure you could make it out of the lair itself before he'd catch you.

Would he be relentless in his tickle attack once he caught you? Would he take it easy on you? Would he tackle you? Scoop you up and carry you back? Would he keep you close after he had you begging for mercy? Let his hands find your skin more readily now? Would you continue to explore every mark on one another's forms?

But you were sure of one thing. You couldn't wait to find out.

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TMNT Raph’s Karma (PART 3)

The final part in this series has arrived!

And… I hate it. BUT that could also be because I’ve stared at it blankly for at least 2 hours a day for what feels like eons and only type 50 words per session. 

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WARNINGS: Cursing

PREVIOUSLY: 

“I didn’t know how to handle you. Not your temper or anything, that’s the same as before I can deal with that. When it comes down to it, I just didn’t know how to handle the fact that I’m-” you choke on the last words and you feel like you’re ready to puke at the blank expression that’s found it’s way to his face.

“The fact that you what?” Raphael questions, his voice as monotone as his expression. You vaguely notice that your chest is heaving up and down as if you had only just finished your gym session, in reality you are more anxious than you’ve ever been knowing exactly what’s about to come out of your mouth next.

“The fact that I’m in love with you.”

The silence that envelops the room is deafening; and it’s only because you’re watching Raphael like a hawk for some sort of a reaction do you manage to catch that he’s trembling.

You breathe out shakily, your voice during the confession had almost like a plea for mercy rather than a statement. His entire face has slackened and if you had to guess you’d say that he’s trying to decide on whether you’re simply fucking with him or not. 

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Yes yes and yes

TMNT Raph x Reader: Raph’s Karma (PART 2)

Here because of popular demand. THERE WILL BE A PART 3 UP TOMORROW

Also, I should warn that it has a different vibe and has none of the same atmosphere from the first fic. Also it’s very long. 

WARNINGS: Cursing,  Awkward limbo where it isn’t angst but it isn’t fluff???

You were wary at first of the lumbering giant that used to be your best friend; in fact, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that this new turtle looked like he had eaten the 5 foot Raphael you knew. 

Before you had left, Raphael had simply been an angry, foul mouthed, emotionally unstable short-ass. Now you had come back to a nearly 7 foot mass of armour, muscles and barely contained wrath.  Not to be misunderstood, you could probably have handled his temperament. Despite him being much, much, more intimidating, the cures to his temper remain the same. 

it’s the sudden charm that he had obtained that throws you off completely. His mischievous sense of humour no longer seems so innocent and cute when it’s accompanied by that smile; or worse- when he smirks.

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TMNT Raph x Reader - Raph’s Karma

OKAY SO I HAD THIS IDEA its set as like a hybrid of the 2012 and the 2016 worlds where the turtles start off as relatively short as in 5'2 like in the 2012 series and then over like 8 months they have like this exponential growth period where its one mother fucker of a growth spurt and they turn into Bay turtle height and build and stuff.

 WARNINGS- cursing, the limbo between platonic fluff and romance that does your head in, typos (typing it up on my phone), its pretty lengthy 

“Hey, Short-Stack,” you call, eyes skimming over the figure reclining on the couch. 

There’s the slightest growl in response as the terrapin turns onto his side, facing away from you. You knew he was awake, he’d been pretending to sleep for about an hour now. He’d been too still, you knew the way he slept. Raph was prone to tossing and turning unless he has something to hold, (a pillow or a blanket for example). A small smirk slides onto your face as you transfer your attention from the pinball machine to your favourite turtle.“Pickle-Bean, wanna join?” 

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I loved this!!!!!

Hurt

Raphael X Reader

Hurt

Warnings: slight cussing

He ached to see your face - to follow your face as it scavenged the rooftops to find him, to examine your mouth singing his name, to see your eyes illuminated by the pale moonlight.

"Raph," your voice soft, how he craved your voice to only say his name, how it managed to roll of your tongue not knowing the intoxicating way you spoke his name. "Raph," He couldn't resist, he peeked up to look at you. Your eyes inching across the rooftop, your arms wrapped around yourself, your mouth moving to call his name.

"Raph, why are you here?" A question you knew the answer to yet it fell from your smooth lips singing a melody that he wished he could hide from the world.

"What are you doing here?" He closed his olive eyes, he let your voice consume his ears, how he missed it. He couldn't help but slide his hand out of the protection of the air vent he hid behind, an action that didn't go unnoticed by you.

"Do the boys know you're here?" You knew the answer, the eldest had requested you to leave the lair earlier that evening in fear of what the rage induced turtle might do, as he didn't want a repeat of two days ago.

"Leo, you don't understand, you would absolutely love the Fast and Furious franchise. I'll make sure to bring them all tomorrow, we could-"

"Are you done staring at them?" Raph glared at his younger brother that interrupted him from listening in on your conversation with his older brother.

"Mikey, buzz off." Raph waved him away and glanced back at you before glaring at your hand that rested on Leo's shoulder.

"Jealous much?" Mikey teased the turtle, getting bored of his video games Mikey resorted to teasing his brother of the obvious crush he had on you.

"I'm not jealous."

"Totally are."

"Am not."

"Then you won't mind if I asked Y/N out on a date tonight."

"You wouldn’t- wait!" Raph stumbled after his brother that strutted towards you.

"Hey, Y/N!" Mikey beamed, "I was wondering if-"

He was tackled to the ground by Raphael, both fighting in front of you, Leonardo scolded his younger brothers.

"Really you two, this is immature." Leo rolled his eyes and tried to pull them apart, but only made things worse, he too became a part of the fighting mess in front of you.

Giggling, you shake your head and attempted to walk around the fighting boys that trapped you into a corner. You almost escaped from them, until Raph pulled back his arm to punch Mikey, only it was his elbow that hit something- that hit someone first. You fell backwards, holding your nose that began to drip with blood.

"Y/N!" He was the first to shout, he was by your side in a second, stammering out apologizes before his other two brothers joined him.

You waved the three off and walked towards the lab that hid the hermit of the turtles, a Donatello happily enjoying the quiet solitude of his lab before it was infiltrated. You walked in first, then the three worried turtles that were all shouting their side of the story.

After Donnie shooed them off, he focused on your nose. Luckily, it was only bleeding, as you were just enough distance away to get the bare end of the hit. This you were thankful for, having seen the turtles train and fight you knew that your injury was the better of the worse.

Even though you were fine, the turtles focused on how it could have ended far more disastrous.

Fearing that he might hurt you, Raphael averted you, not daring to look at you as if you would spontaneously combust under his gaze. Michelangelo wouldn’t delight himself with anymore pranks. Resorting to video games, comics, television to satisfy his entertainment. Leonardo was stricter on his brothers, doing everything in his power to make sure no one else would get hurt due to immaturity. Donatello, abiding Leo's rule, placed a First Aid kit next to the lab doors to ease the others for if or when someone else got minorly injured.

When Leonardo asked you to stay away and to even leave the lair to avoid Raphael's potential wrath, as during training the explosive turtle got angry for losing to his older brother, you only obeyed when his other brothers agreed with him.

But Raphael, hearing all of this, only wanted you in his arms.

"Raph," You walked towards the air vent he hid behind, "Are you going to talk to me?"

Silence following your question, you sighed as you sat down on and resting your hand next to the one that poked out of the other side of the vent.

"You know it wasn't your fault, right?" You rested your head against the vent, "It was just a bloody nose. I've ran into a pole and got a black eye that lasted like, two months. So you know, a bloody nose isn't that bad.”

Not getting a response, you continued,

"You know you could never hurt me," You smiled, "I'm too tough for you."

He didn't have to look to know you were smiling, in the same way he knew that you could tell he was smiling himself.

"Plus I can kick your ass, any day."

His laugh sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, "Is that a threat?" His hand brushed against your's, "You threaten me now?"

"No, not threatening." Standing up, you walked to his side of the air vent, you smiled seeing his face. "Just stating the facts."

He laughed again, a smile on both of your faces you offered your hand. His olive eyes locked onto it,

"I hurt you," He looked away from you, "I could hurt you again." Disgusted with what could happen, he shook his head.

You joined his sitting figure, one hand on his three pronged one, another on his moss scaled face.

"You are a giant, mutant turtle who fights bad guys for a living, I know I'll get hurt - I am going to get hurt. But as long as I'm with you guys," You leaned closer to him, "As long as I have you," His eyes flicked up to meet yours, "I'll be fine."

"Y/N..." He sighed, "What if-"

"Unless you're going to say 'I love you, too' I don't want to hear it."

Stammering incoherent words, a blush took over his whole face.

"Mikey told me."

"I am so gonna kill him." Although threatening words, he was smiling with a blush as he stared into the eyes of the person he always wanted to love him back.

"Before you do that," You pressed your lips against his, both of your hands cupping his face, and his hands placed softly on your hips. He often dreamed of kissing you, and now he knew that his dreams couldn't compare to the bliss that ran through his body. Pulling away, both panting at the passionate kiss and smiling at one another.

"Now you can go kill Mikey." Raph chuckled at your statement, before kissing you once again.

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I wish I knew! Because I wanna read it too now

Hey Yorshie!! I understand if you don’t wanna do this but would you mind helping me find this fic? I’m pretty sure I read it on Tumblr but I don’t remember who wrote it 😭😭

It’s a Raph x reader story that starts off as a 2012!Raph and reader leaves for a year or something, comes back and he’s had a growth spurt and is basically Bayverse!Raph 😅

I read it like once a while ago, and I’m just now thinking about it but I don’t remember much else..

If you don’t know, that’s fine! I’m sure it’ll pop back up at some point!

Ty💕

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Hey Plant Nonnie! Nice to see you again!

I looked around through the fics I’ve tagged/read and I can’t find any that match that description, but I thought I’d go ahead and answer in case someone that follows me or one of my moots have heard of it.

If it does end up being found though, I’d love to read it! I’m watching 2012 right now (going slow. The horror elements in it are good I just can no longer watch it with my kid and that cuts down when I can watch it) and I’ve yet to really delve into fics about those turtles.

If anyone knows of this fic, please reblog or drop a comment. Thank you!