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“A Piece Of Red Silk Ribbon”

I’ve had this story running though my head for a while now. Enjoy…

Warning NSFW 18+ CONTENT!!!

Pinched between your fingers was a thin piece of red silk ribbon. Raph looked at it with his brow ridge furrowed and then looked at you with the most perplexed look on his face that you’d ever seen. “That little strip of nothin? That’s what you’re gonna use to tie me up with? Smiling you walked up to him and rested your head against his plastron. “Yes, Raph.” Taking his finger he placed it under your chin and tilted your head up. You couldn’t help laughing at the look on his face. “Let me explain. We both know there is virtually nothing that could actually hold you.” Stretching, you reached up and draped the strip of material over his shoulders. “So, I don’t want you to break it. If you so as much bend your wrists, this tiny little ribbon will rip.” Biting your lip you met his green and gold eyes. “No matter what I do to you Raph, you can’t tear it.”

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Oh... Oh my... I may need a minute... 🥵

Red Fury

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Another silly idea from @thelaundrybitch of Raph in "Grumpy Pants" sweats. I was looking at poses and decided that he needed a midnight snack (ya know, cuz he's a snack).

He's totally going to drink straight out of that jug...

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Yesssss.

hi avery!!!! i thought of a little phrase i would love to see you do a random turtle thought about!! here it is: good dream

Oh... Oh, do I have a thought for this one....

Random Turtle Thoughts....

"Good Dream" NSFW (18+ only)

(as always, everyone is aged-up well into adulthood)

He was dreaming of you again. Dreaming of the one thought that had come to consume his entirety. Of you and he, becoming more than friends. The yearning to share his whole heart with you. The longing, hopeful wish for you to accept him exactly as he was. Finding yourself wanting something more than platonic companionship with him. To strip away all his layers, rip open his chest, and sow kisses all over inside to flourish and grow, fed from the potency of devotion flowing in his bloodstream for you alone.

God, he wanted that.

He shifted slightly in bed. Allowed his legs to fall open in anticipation of his dream unraveling him at the seams. Your name, velvety soft on his tongue, rang out in the quiet of his dark room. Again, a time or two more as his barely conscious mind called out to your fantasy's illusion to come to him. To be with him. To entwine yourself so completely with him, neither of you would be able to tell where one of you began and where the other ended.

If only ever in his mind.

A groan slipped free at the all too familiar sensation of want. His head tipped back as he imagined the touch of your hands, so much smaller than his, pressing in along the inside of his thighs. Mouth watered as the sweet scent, that would likely be unique to only you, flooded his nostrils. Muscles flexed at the idea of your skin rubbing against his own. Whimpered at the idea of your tongue stretching out past your wet lips to greet him as he dropped. So ready and willing for you.

He was having to chase it tonight. To get relief. A snarl in his growing frustration as his hand sought to touch himself. Perhaps he simply wasn't awake enough, as his grip seemed hindered - unable to find his aching member. The notion of a huff against his shoulder. But as he moved to sit upright, warmth blanketed his center. Forcing a loud, gutted moan out. So warm. So soft. So slick and smooth. Feeling better than any time he'd imagined before.

Desperate now with desire, his hands shot up to latch onto the phantom of your hips, grinding hard against his waist. Stroking and squeezing him deep inside, just as perfectly as he knew only you could do. He thought surely it was a pillow he was rutting into. But his fingers kneaded into something firmer. So close, on the precipice of his peak, he was sure he was just imagining you. This dream, so vivid, it could have been you.

Curling his head in as he bucked his hips higher - close, so very, very close - a sharp gasp crested over his ear.

"Oh, fuck, baby. Right there. Don't stop. Don't stop."

He reached up, seeking your specter's kiss. His lips ghosted over what he thought felt like the column of your delicate throat, when his climax crashed over him. He cried out in bliss. Suddenly forgetting trying to imagine your mouth crashing against his in that moment.

Legs, now spent from exertion, dropped back onto the bed. His chest swelled with labored breaths. Mind, never having fully woken up, dropped back into the stillness of sleep. Clinging to the elation of how incredible this satisfaction felt. About what a good dream this had been. The best, in fact, he'd ever had.

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The thought of his dream the first thing that stirred his mind awake some hours later. Still mildly dumbfounded at how amazing it had been. When he went to roll over, intent to replay every second of that dream, he suddenly became aware of a weight on top of his body. Eyes darting open, he looked down to find your bare upper torso resting over his chest. One naked thigh wrapped back over his sheet. His own exposed thigh laying just beneath.

He sucked in a surprised breath, unintentionally waking you. A sleepy groan met his ear as you nuzzled in closer. Your hand slipped down from under your cheek, searching for his hand along the bed. Upon finding it you pulled it up, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Then sighing contently.

Mind spinning, he lay perfectly still. Trying to wrap his head around the notion that you and he were there together, in his bed, both very naked.

The shutter to his breath must have caught your attention. Since your long lashes parted. And you cast bright, dreamy eyes up to his own. A sleepy smile lifting the corners of your cheeks.

"Good morning, handsome. Did you have good dreams?"

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Assassin Part 2

Fem reader x Raphael

Warnings: alcohol/drunkenness

Part 1

The wedding had been beautiful, and the reception was a blast. But now the party was beginning to thin as guests made their way to their lodgings for the night, and you've been watching them them leave from your place on the front steps of the main house.

The benefit of having a wedding on property you own is that you don't really have to clean up all that much until morning. As such, you've been posted here, making your way steadily through your own personal bottle of champagne, for the last hour.

You take a long draw from the bottle before setting it back down. Things had been going so well.

You look up when a shadow falls over the moon.

"Oh, hey Specs." You say to your exceptionally tall friend. Donatello sits down beside you on the steps.

He picks up the champagne bottle and swishes it to see how much is left. Yup. You're drunk.

"So, what was all that about?"

You shake your head, at a loss "I have no idea."

You think back over the Wedding for the millionth time in the last hour. You'd walked down the aisle with Raphael arm in arm, and *damn* that reptile could rock a suit. You remember really hoping that the amount of formal makeup you were wearing was enough to cover the flush of warmth in your skin every time he brushed against you and the very thin fabric of your dress. It was criminal, how handsome he was.

You remember your mind drifting during the ceremony to wishes and what-ifs. You'd glanced at him while April was saying her vows. Comfort, safety, home... Gravity. The person you keep coming back to. Why was your brain suddenly checking off boxes?

When the bride was being kissed you couldn't help but look over at him once more. Your... friend? Is that what he is...? The word doesn't seem right. Enough.

D is your best friend. You know what "best friend" feels like. But Raphael... You don't know what these feelings are. You've never felt like this about anyone. This *need*. To have him close. Closer. Finding reasons just to be around him. Coming up with excuses to touch him, just to feel his skin against yours.

Every relationship you've ever been in has felt like work, but things are *easy* with Raphael. Natural. It left you second guessing yourself. Wasn't it supposed to be hard? Weren't you supposed to have to try? Was it really love if you didn't have to fight for it?

April tossed the bouquet and you were the "lucky" one. The moment it hit your hands you decided you were going to talk to him about all of this. Maybe it wouldn't completely blow up in your face. Maybe he would be willing to see where this goes. After all, the night was already so magical, maybe you could squeeze out one more miracle.

Someone had approached you, placed their hand on your arm, and asked you to dance. In the moment it took you to say, "just a sec," he was gone.

You'd looked around for a moment, completely abandoning whoever it was that had asked you to dance, and finally spotted him walking toward the house. You ran to catch up.

"Hey, where's the fire, Red?" You'd giggled as you stumbled on the uneven ground, (more than) a little tipsy.

You'd felt the sigh, more than heard it when he stopped walking, and your brow furrowed. "You okay, Bruiser?" You'd asked gently.

"Yeah..." He'd said without turning around.

"Doesn't seem like 'yeah,'" you'd observed, walking around to face him. "What's up?"

"Nothin'. 'm just tired. Gonna head in early." He wouldn't meet your eyes. You were too buzzed to notice. Instead, you saw an opportunity.

Privacy was perfect! Exactly what you needed for what you had planned! "Great! I'll come with you!" You'd chirped brightly, as he attempted to side step you. You'd touched his arm. That's all.

As your skin brushed his he turned in a flash and had you by the wrist, his expression unreadable. It didn't hurt, he'd never hurt you, but his grip was like iron, and his eyes cold as steel. You'd never seen him like this. Completely guarded.

He held your gaze, almost searching for something, before realizing what he was doing and releasing you quickly. He muttered an apology, reiterated that he was tired, and took off toward the house.

You stood there dumbfounded for several long moments, trying to process what just happened. You considered going after him, but then thought better of it. Something was wrong and it obviously had something to do with you. You being around might just make whatever this was worse. You'd spotted Splinter heading toward the house as well and decided he was better suited to tend to Raphael.

You try to think past the haze of intoxication. You can't remember doing anything that might upset him. In fact, the last time you got to actually talk was before the ceremony and things were great then. At the reception you'd asked him, practically begged him, to dance with you several times. But he was always busy with something else. With the help of your good friend Dom Pérignon, you'd practically been throwing yourself at him all evening. And every time you'd approached him he'd seemed more and more uncomfortable...

Oh.

It must be love. Because this hurts.

You'd ruined it. You'd committed the cardinal sin of catching feelings. You'd condemned yourself even more by attempting to act on them. He was pissed. You'd upset the balance, changed everything, your relationship would never be the same... and it was all your fault.

"Do you wanna hear something stupid?" You say quietly, barely able to speak over the shattering in your chest.

"Shoot," Donnie says, taking a swig from the near empty bottle.

"I think I'm in love with your brother."

Now, Donatello has never had expensive taste, and you wouldn't think an internal organ would have any opinion. But for a second there, Donnie's lungs are drinking champagne.

Coughing, sputtering, and cursing whoever first discovered fermentation, he looks down at you trying to catch his breath. It would have been hilarious if you hadn't just ruined your own life.

"And I'm pretty sure he knows and I'm pretty sure he hates me," you say, as your eyes fill with tears. "Donnie, I think I ruined everything..."

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Early

gn reader x Raphael

No warnings, just fluff

He usually comes by about halfway though his patrol. He only really gets to do it twice a week, but it is something he's begun to look forward to.

He hasn't realized yet that the first "half" of his nightly rounds has been growing shorter and shorter. That, on those nights, he's been counting the seconds until sundown, waiting at the manhole like a runner for a pistol. That, on those days, when he's supposed to be sleeping, he can't help thinking about all the things he can't wait to talk to you about.

He hasn't realized yet just how fucked he is.

He's early. Significantly. He can't help it, he's been thinking about you all day. For the last three days. You made the mistake of telling him you'd never seen the Riddick series, and he has spent the last three days coming up with a convincing argument to have a movie night with you. For the movies, of course.

He alights on the rooftop of the building across from your own, and smiles when he sees the warm light on in the living room.

A sweep of his color catches his attention as you enter the living room, hair wet as if you've just finished a shower. You are wearing the red blanket he knitted you a few months ago. As he watches you sit on the couch, and the blanket rides high up on your thigh, he realizes you are *only* wearing the blanket he knitted you a few months ago, and suddenly his shell feels way too tight.

He watches you lean over the coffee table and pick up your phone, the red knit sliding across your skin like silk. As a few stands of damp hair fall forward and you reach up to tuck them behind your ear, the blanket slips from one shoulder and his eyes can't help but follow the curve of your throat as his tongue turns to sandpaper.

You lay back on the couch, the blanket shifting to expose the skin of your side, the dip of your hips, the curve of your chest, and he's so focused on the vision in the building across from him he nearly falls off the roof when his phone vibrates.

After taking a moment to regain his footing and his composure, he looks at the phone.

You: [ETA?]

He looks back up at you. You are smiling softly as you wait for a response, red fabric draped across your bare skin, the contrast of color bringing attention to every slight shift in your position.

Fuck, you're beautiful...

You're the whole damn package, really. Smart, funny, a total knockout, what the hell are you doing spending all your time with him when you could be doing literally anything else? How could someone like you even give him the time of day?

Bruiser ♥️ : [Depends.]

He sees you make a face when you receive the message and smirks.

You: [On?]

Bruiser ♥️ : [On how much you miss me. 😏]

He sees a bright smile bloom on your face, and you laugh as you send the text, catching your tongue between your teeth.

You: [Desperately. 😭]

How were you both this fucking cute and this fucking hot at the same time? It can't be legal. A grin brakes across his features as well.

Bruiser ♥️ : [Be there in 5.]

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Sweet Jesus.

Please please please with a cherry on top! I am in NEED of a thigh fuck with Raph xFemReader. I’ve had this scene stuck in my head of Raph and his girl making out and she’s finally had enough of him pushing her away when she’s about to bust so she straddles him on the lair couch. They’ve only made out with some semi-heavy petting before he pulls away and gets all “tough” and tries to change the subject. She’s a needy woman and she needs some attention and validation or at least an explanation as to why he’s so hesitant. She doesn’t get it because she’s been after him forever & now that she has him she’s not about to let him go. This could be completely filthy ❤️‍🔥 I just need my big boy to come undone (pun intended) No pressure but I just love your writing & have been going through and rereading all of your amazing stories! — Much love, Phera

Ngl this has been festering my noggin for a while because I’ve been in a big Raph mood lately. I hope you don’t mind but this is a combination of something I’ve been working on with like a portion of your request into it but I think you’ll enjoy it nonetheless.

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Raphael always found the word “obsessed” to be a tad too exaggerated.

Whenever Donnie said he was obsessed with some new tech thing, or Mikey was obsessed with a new song, or even Leo was obsessed with some new form of meditation.

Obsessed sounded too big of an adjective to explain it.

Raph didn’t consider himself obsessed with his workouts or even knitting. He liked them sure, maybe even loved them because they brought some semblance of balance to an already complicated brain. But obsessed felt too outrageous of a word.

That all went to hell the second his eyes had landed on yours. Because suddenly the word began to ring out loudly in his brain in blood red caution style letters. Something chemically switched in his brain the very moment you had spoken. He felt sweaty, clammy and downright sick to his stomach.

How many hours in the day could somebody think about another person?

He felt like his ass was going numb from sitting on the bench thing long contemplating this situation. He’d only done one rep of his bench presses when he had to sit up and breathe and quiet his mind.

You were April’s friend, her latest and most stable roommate and somehow the idea of mutants in the sewers had been easier to swallow than he could ever hope for in human reactions.

He felt pathetic, a little dirty but overall weightless whenever you were near by. You’d stepped in several times to help whenever April simply couldn’t. You’d come down with groceries, hand me downs and all sorts of necessities simply because you wanted to help. Raph wasn’t some inconsiderate chump though, he was thankful, he’d (somehow) engaged in his fair share of small talk with you.

And sure your eyes had lit up with him.

Sure there were moments he wanted to do a double take because he swore your eyes had lingered on him.

Pesky pesky pesky ‘ifs’.

Quite often the sensation of your eyes lingering on him had taken him to places he hardly entertained. He didn’t want to place you in that box, that ‘potential’ box where he wondered what a normal life could feel like. He much less wanted to stuff you in the other box.

The one where when he slept and saw nothing but your eyes and mouth and hands all over him. The one where when he woke up and felt like a fever was burning him in the very pits of hell, all because he swore he heard you moan out for him. How many ruined sheets carried your name. How many showers he’s tried to burn you off of him only to simply get off to the idea of your skin against his own.

God he was obsessed wasn’t he?

The hypocrisy alone wouldn’t mortify him.

What would kill him is if you suddenly developed mind reading powers and saw one third of his thoughts on you.

From the fruity gushy romantic ones.

To the filthy debauched images he painted daily ones.

He felt sick again.

Sicker the second you walked in the shorts you wore when summer was approaching.

You had a scar on your knee cap he wanted to taste. He saw how skin spread when you sat down, the plushness, the softest of chubbiness that had him thinking how divine it would be to wake up to those thighs crushing his face. A tremble in his hand urged him to lay a palm on your thigh, just to touch, just to get a taste of human flesh against his calloused scales. Raph wanted nothing more than to feel you sit on his lap and ask him if he could be a good boy for you and-

“Yo bro if you ain’t taking a plate I’m eating it” When had Mikey gotten in front him and why was food being shoved into his face?

Oh, right, you brought dinner tonight.

He had mumbled a grunt of an apology and had poured the rest of his energy into eating.

Unbeknownst to him, you had felt that shift that could only be described as the earth shaking. Raphael wasn’t necessarily subtle, sure he’s gotten away with it a few times but there’s no way he expected you to not notice his eyes burning a hole through your thigh as you sat next to him.

And who said you couldn’t be a little cruel in your endeavors of letting him get the fucking hint that you wanted him too?

So when you had finished eating and Casey and Donnie had started up one of their heated debates, you had placed a hand on his knee to push yourself up from the couch.

You had dug just a little bit of nail.

You had let your palm slide on your way up.

If Raph could implode he would’ve.

If he could set himself on fire he would’ve lit a match by now.

That had messed him up for days. He had rutted against his pillow three nights in a row and none of it had been enough to silence the voice, the itch of his skin.

All it had done was open his eyes a little wider, to watch you like a damn hawk.

And he began to notice things. Notice the little games you played with him.

From the way you crossed your legs when his green eyes landed on you. To the way your smile felt just mischievous enough to let him know he had been had.

You knew.

God, could you read his thoughts?

He had been tasked one evening to walk you to the exit of the Lair. It wasn’t too late, but work and deadlines were impeding you from torturing him longer this evening. He had quietly gotten you to the latter that led closest to your place.

“Ya let us know when ya make it home safe” Came that gruff voice of his, that almost constipated pit nesting in his stomach. Just before your hands could grip the ladder, you had gripped the length of the white cloth that adorned his shorts. You twirled the fabric, gentle twists and a knowing smile that made him hold his breath.

“And you let me know the next time you’re thinking of me at night. I think we’re past this little game.” You didn’t give him a second to recover let alone form a coherent sentence before you were up the ladder and gone.

Raphael looked up, the beam of light as the cover was opened to allow you out into the buzzing city. It felt too much of a spotlight highlighting his desires. You watched him down below, the shadows hiding just enough but not the stunned hungry look. If he were a religious man, he could say that you looked like a god, above him all knowing and with the power to turn him into ash.

And how he wanted to fall to his knees and pray in between your legs.

He hadn’t slept that night.

He had watched the ceiling of his and Mikey’s shared room and contemplated your words. He turned them over and over, examined every vowel and consonant. He tasted the sounds in his mouth. Your haughty smile as the wind blew a few strands of hair.

He lasted a week.

Seven days of self loathing.

A hundred and sixty eight hours of working up the courage.

Ten thousand and eighty minutes of wanting to even the playing field.

So on that last day, last hour, last minute, he had snuck out after patrol and a shower and headed to your apartment. He had climbed up the fire escape with every intention of telling you how evil you were for making him so obsessed.

His simply texted,

‘Window.’

His tried to mask a neutral face as you pulled back the curtains and found him crouched there.

The second you smiled though…

He had lost.

You lifted the window open and rested your hands on the windowsill.

“Couldn’t stop thinking of me?” Your words stabbed him, and he loved it.

He wanted to snarl, wanted to show you that this was stupid of you to even consider. So when he moved forward, brought his face close to yours, you didn’t flinch.

“Don’t be such a coward and show me what kept you up this late?” Your warm breath caressed his scarred lips.

Raph blinked, taken aback on how easily you had taken hold of him. When your hand reached up, knuckles caressing his jaw before they rested on the lip of his plastron, he closed the distance with an innocent kiss. A pressing of lips that froze him against your mouth. He felt that hand run up his neck, a scratch of your nails bringing some life back to him as your lips moved against his own.

Just as his mouth began to catch up, to lose itself against the wetness of your tongue you had backed up into the room and beckoned him inside the living room.

And like a trained pet he slid inside and felt smaller than he had ever imagined he could.

And god, he loved it.

He let you lead him to the couch, watched obsessively as you straddled his lap and kissed him with every intention of devouring all the secrets he possessed inside of him. He can’t and won’t be able to forget the sensation of your hands grabbing his own and letting them hover over your chest.

“Do you want me? Do you want to keep doing this?” You had asked cautiously, adamant in letting him know this could stop the second he felt it needed to. It took every power in him to not yell out a resounding and firm ‘yes’.

“Good, that’s a good boy” And fuck his dick twitched and almost came undone right then and there. He felt his hands cup your breast, the soft tender flesh from above your sleep shirt, just as you rolled your hips against his painfully hard erection.

Between the kisses he groaned out a desire.

“Wanna feel more of ya, can I?” He whispered it against the corner of your mouth as desperate as he ever could.

Your reply came in the simple gesture of lifting your shirt and your reward came in the form of hungry eyes and lips finding your breasts.

He was gutted, how could something this beautiful also be perfect and soft and right now against his lips?

Raph felt your hand on the back of his head and the quiet little yelp as he bit down gently on your nipple almost be his second undoing of the night. He kissed the perked bud, wrapped his tongue around it and savored the texture, the taste, the way that with each suction you grew needier and wetter.

He could feel you so perfectly through the fabric of your underwear just gush against his clothed crotch. His hands held your waist as he devoured your other breast and delighted ‘ha!’ escaped your lips when he his bit down just a little harder than before. Raph’s eyes looked up, the flush pink of your neck, the sweat starting to form.

The two of you still needed to be quiet, you weren’t alone after all.

And this was simply still a taste of things to come.

“I want you, so fucking bad, but not here, not like this” You kissed it up his neck, felt those big hands grip your rear. His eyes held confusion and a stupor that could only mean he was drunk off of this.

“We’re gonna be a little creative and very very quiet” Your hands rested on his shoulders, to which allowed yourself the luxury of a good firm squeeze to the muscle. God he was a fucking sight to behold.

With a remorseful push you got up on wobbly legs and slid your underwear down and off. He had followed the path, mesmerized and hungry. Just to tease, just to be the cruel god you could be, you rubbed along your folds, gathered slick and offered up to his willing and devout lips. He sucked greedily, loved the way you slowly pulled out the digits from his mouth.

Next to his spot you climbed on the couch and rested against the backrest and urged him closer. “Y/n I um, I’m too big-“ And he wanted to cringe at the admission that there was no way this could happen like this without some lube and patience.

“Thighs, use my thighs Raphie” That stupid name sounded like salvation when spoken in your voice. Nervously but ever so in need he settled behind you, pushed his shorts past his hips and saw the mess he had become due to you, much like he did on nights.

His hands ran up the globes of your cheeks and found your waist. He slid himself between the thighs he had dreamt off for far too long and just as he hoped, they felt better than he could ever imagine. “Oh-fuck…” Was his breathless response to the first slide, your thighs locked up as tight as they could be. The move allowed his cock to perfectly slide along your core, rub against your clit and you tighten your lips in a muffled moan.

The next thrust wasn’t as gentle, as slow. But enough to have his navel slap against your rear in that all to familiar lewd slap he often heard in ‘videos.’

He fell slightly forward, massive arms wrapped around your stomach and lips at the top of your head. “God, Y/n, fucking wanted this” He grunted against the crown of your head. “Me too baby, me too” You braced yourself better, if he was like this…

The thought alone made your toes curl as he began to thrust, building a rhythm that had the two of you on the brink of screwing up and moaning louder than allowed. A hand clasped down on your breast as the couch began to protest with the force of his movements.

“Come on Raphie, just like you dreamt of, do just like you’ve always wanted to” You turned your head, did your best to catch a glimpse of his debauched features as he thrusted faster, that squelching sound combined with your moans making him lose control.

“Shit-I’m gonna…” He buried his face against the back of your neck.

“Do it, do it for me, make a mess” Your own undoing so close you could taste it.

It’s a gut punch, it’s like a bomb going off in his chest and stomach all at once. It’s the hardest he has ever cum, and he’s clutching you and not a pillow for once. He can feel it mix in with your own release, feel it drip down against your thighs and shot against the couch. He feels you slap against him as you ride your own wave whilst biting down on your forearm.

He feels dizzy, tired and drained.

He feels you against him. Sticky and sweaty and panting.

He feels so fucking obsessed.

He feels so fucking obsessed.

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Sorry byeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....

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Omg omg your imagines are so cute. Could I request your take of the bayverse boys with an s/o so just looooves to sit in their lap just any chance they get. Like- Leo meditating? Curled up with a book in his lap. Raph working out? Laying on his chest chatting with him while he lifts. Donnie in his lab? Sleepily curled up in his lap while he works napping or looking at memes on your phone. Mikey playing video games or watching a movie? Curled up with a blanket playing with him or saying funny shit about the movie. Just. All the cuddles. Any given opportunity wanting to just be on them. 🥰

Aaaahhh yes!! I’m so happy you guys are enjoying my works this is seriously making my days so awesome you have no idea<333333

The turtles with a cuddly s/o

Paring: bayverse!Tmnt x reader

Warnings: too much fluff <3

Pronouns: none

(Note: beautiful is a neutral term just bc it’s mainly used for women doesn’t mean it’s feminine)

Leonardo

Yes yes yes!

Climb up in his lap you beautiful little human <3

Oh how he loves having you close to him

The most common time you’ll do this is when he’s meditating

He’ll know it’s you by the footsteps

You’re the only one with such small ass feet compared to them who would dare disturb his meditation

Because of how much he loves you! ^^

He doesn’t even open an eye as you carefully snuggle your butt down into the crevice of his criss crossed applesauce legs <3

He’ll just smile softly at your warmth

You’ll lean your back against his plastron and flip open the book you’re currently reading

He’ll dip his head down to place a soft little kiss on top of yours

You’ll smile and lean your head back still reading your book

The two of you together in peace practically one soul <3333

“I love you blue”

“I love you too beautiful”

Raphael

Get yer tiny adorable human butt over to him right now

He will never admit it but he utterly loves when you sit in his lap

Makes him melt inside

Man is literally goo when you do this <3

The gooiest of warm goo

He can be doing bench presses and you’ll just climb up on his lap and lay across your stomach and watch him

Starts bench pressing more just so you’ll do this

He loves the way you swing your legs gently as they sit on either side of his

If you try to get up to leave for any reason he’ll protest but act as if he doesn’t care that much

“What’re ya doin? You don’t gotta leave if you don’t want to”

Please don’t leave please don’t leave please don’t leave

When you tell him you love him after staring at his precious grumpy face he’ll respond with a grunt if his brothers are near but if they’re gone he’ll get kinda quiet and slow his reps for a moment

“I love you grumpy”

“…I love ya too doll face”

What a precious deadly lug am I right?

Donatello

You see this adorable lanky nerd? He needs your cuddles

Boy is so overworked and tired all the time

Will actually text you that his lap is free just to get you to come in his lab and climb up in it

The moment you arrive he’s immediately turning his chair to face you and holding out those long muscular arms for you

You’ll climb up into his lap facing his plastron and dangle your legs around his sides

Leaning your head against him you just go back to scrolling on your phone

He’ll rub little circles on your back every now and then

After a while he finally gets sleep and relaxed enough to go get some rest but doesn’t want to move from this lovely cuddle position that’s going on

So he’ll just lean back and wrap his arms around you loosely and look down at you with that precious adorable dorky smile of his

god I love him too much this man will be my end

He’ll just watch you for a few moments until you look up at him

“..What?”

“I love you daring..”

“I love you too DonBon”

Michelangelo

He’s honestly gonna just grab your smol self and plant you in his lap.

As long as you’re doing something involving sitting he will absolutely waltz on over and just scoop you up then sit down where you were sitting

Yes even at meal times

He’s already very physically affectionate but having you sit on his lap, snuggling him, sleeping on him, whatever, makes his happy lol heart soar

You’ll be drawing on the couch and he just walks up like he’s not about to randomly snatch you into the air

It always makes you yelp because he literally never warns you

Plops down in your spot still cradling you in his arms as you awkwardly hold your sketch book/tablet

Once he’s nice and comfy he sets you down and keeps his hands resting against your thighs

Probably squeeze the side of your cheeks every now and then

Nuzzles your neck with his beak?? Snout? That thing on his face. Nose

“Mmm I love ya angel cakes!”

“I love you too orange juice”

Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!! I love fluffy little fics like this so much <333 I’m thinking they’re my specialty

“I love you too donbon”

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Could you do anymore headcannos for the tmnt 2014/2016 boys? Idc what the headcannon is but I love it hc so much

Sleeping Headcanons

Headcanons you say? Let's get into it!

Warnings: mental health, drugs/alcohol

We spend nearly half of our lives asleep, and the boys are no different! They're a little backwards, being basically nocturnal, but they sleep (and struggle to), just like anybody else.

Leo

Bed. Leo is a traditionalist and sleeps on a firm Japanese Futon. He sleeps on his plastron because that's the most practical. He's usually on his side, hugging a pillow, by morning.

Temperament. Even as always, unless he has a migraine, then he's in his room the second he gets home. Dark and quiet. If someone disturbs him, he'll get up and address whatever it is that needs seeing to, but don't expect conversation. However, he *is* a morning person! They all hate him until about 10 am.

Routine. If he has a headache he'll usually have no choice but to just lay down the second he's off the clock. If he doesn't, he has a very strict routine that is *always* adhered to, or he can't sleep (no, that's not a joke):

Tea (usually jasmine) with Dad while processing the day.

Shower.

Teeth.

Undress.

Meditate for 30 minutes.

Sleep.

The morning is much the same but in reverse:

Wake up.

Meditate for 15 minutes.

Get dressed.

Downstairs for coffee/breakfast/discussing the day with Dad.

Training.

Sleeping with a partner. Having someone around to upset his routine is ROUGH. Don't ask to sleep in his bed. Seriously, don't. Sharing *his space* is a HUGE step for him and if you push it, it'll just take longer. He'll start small, inviting you into his room for tea. Be PATIENT with the boy. Once you start sleeping in his bed it'll take him a while to get used to it. The first few times he doesn't sleep. But eventually, you worm your way into his routine, and he can't sleep without you. Until then, he will happily hold you until you fall asleep, even stay watching over you until morning. But he won't sleep.

Mikey

Bed. Pillow pile! He started collecting pillows as a kid to add to his hoard, which is now comically large and takes up 1/3 of his room. He loves the weird ones and has ones with tassles and beads and insane shapes. It's actually pretty impressive and could probably double as a modern art piece!

Temperament. It's all good! No matter what state he's in, he's always the life of the party. Always.

Routine. He's usually parked in front of the TV until everyone disperses (video games/tv/ect). Then, depending on how hard his depression is hitting that night, he'll either grab a bong (hard) or a bottle (harder). He'll drink in his room , but he'll skate down one of the south tunnels to smoke because he doesn't want to hear about it from Leo. Splinter knows about the weed, but doesn't have a problem with it, because it really does seem to help. He would, however, have a problem with the liquor. Once Mike is thoroughly gone, he tosses himself on his pillow pile and attempts to pass out. Sometimes he does. He gets hangovers from the alcohol, but the second he wakes up that mask is firmly back in place and he's good to go! 😃

Sleeping with a partner. ALL. THE. CUDDLES. Expect him not to let go. Like, pee beforehand. He may not be as big as his brothers, but he's still pretty damn heavy. You are HIS Angel. You are HIS miracle. And you aren't going ANYwhere. Lots of nuzzling/scent marking, LOTS of churring, and when he does eventually fall asleep, he snores like a diesel engine. Just poke him in the side and he'll shut up.

Don

Bed. What's a bed? You mean the cot in his lab? On the rare occasion that *someone* convinces him to actually sleep in a bed, it's pretty much whatever bed or bed-adjacent thing they bring him to. By the time he's tired enough that he can be convinced, he's too far gone to care.

Temperament. When Donnie is tired, expect to be snapped at. He'll apologize immediately, but his temper is a hair trigger when he needs sleep. And my dude goes until he stops. Don's body wakes up before he does. Expect mumbled one-word answers that may or may not make sense as he gradually comes to consciousness over the next half-hour.

Routine. Donnie doesn't make the decision to go to bed. He just wakes up and it's later. When he does wake up, his body has been conditioned to perform all the necessary morning tasks without him having to actually be fully conscious. Sit up. Grab freshly brewed espresso from desk next to cot. Shotgun espresso. Wrap joints. Stand up. Go to kitchen for second cup of coffee (because Raph has already brewed a pot, and because at some point in his teenage years, his father insisted on seeing him at least once a day). Make/drink coffee. Eat the closest edible thing. Go back to the lab. By this point, his conscious mind has usually kicked in and he can get back to work.

Sleeping with a partner. I hope you like to be lulled to sleep by computer fans! You'll get used to the phrase, "go and lie down, Dove. I'll just be a minute." It's always a lie. You know it. He knows it. The wall of computer towers behind you knows it. But he does the song and dance, anyway, because he thinks it makes you feel better. It doesn't. If he does happen to fall asleep with you, of COURSE he's the big spoon. He wraps himself around you and holds you as close as he can (he's still working on getting past all those pesky air molecules), with his beak buried in your hair so that he can breathe you in as he falls asleep (at least the air molecules are good for something).

Raph

Bed. My guy is BIG, and needs a ton of support. A traditional flat mattress is uncomfortable unless he sleeps on his plastron which he HATES doing. His carapace is HEAVY, and it feels like he's literally being crushed under his own weight. Besides, he's in enough pain when he wakes up, and as much as he loves working out, he really doesn't want to have to do pushups first thing in the morning. Instead, he has a carbon fiber hammock that he wove himself. It hangs from a reach stacker arm modified with two lifting jacks bolted to the floor, all "liberated" from the shipyard. It supports all of him with the added benefit of pressure on all sides due to his weight, which helps him sleep, especially when he's in a low.

Temperament. When he's tired he's a grump. He's not quick to anger, but expect a lot of grumbling and begrudging acquiescence to things. He doesn't usually push it too far before heading to bed, because let's face it, pain is exhausting, and if he's laying down he's not having to hold himself up. He's not a "morning person," but he's usually okay as long as he knows there's a cup of coffee in his near future.

Routine. Pretty standard. Shower, teeth, etc. Once in bed, he'll mess around on his phone for a while, watching movies/tv/anime, before eventually falling asleep. In the morning, he rolls out of his hammock and heads to the kitchen for coffee with his Dad before everyone else emerges. After that it's his morning workout and he starts the day. Honestly the mostly boring/normal out of all of them.

Sleeping with a partner. He won't sleep in your bed. He just won't. Don't ask. He'll hold you until you fall asleep, no question, but he won't stay. The only hope for a sleepover is at his place. He likes to give you a big hug around the middle and roll into the hammock with you, and it always leaves you giggling as you snuggle up against his plastron. That's when he sleeps best, with you laying on his chest, his arm wrapped around you. Not only is it added pressure, but this way he knows you're safe.

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Omg can you imagine ❛  i love you just the way you are, and i'm here to remind you of that whenever you need here.  ❜ while the reader traces Raph’s scars….maybe the one over his lip in the Bay movies ahhh ❤️‍🩹🥰

Yessss ~ (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

❛  i love you just the way you are, and i'm here to remind you of that whenever you need here. ❜ while the reader traces Raph’s scars. Taken from these prompts

Tags: Fluff, Raph x reader, Bayverse TMNT, sfw (mostly)

The light from your phone casts a bright glow on your face as you scroll mindlessly through the never-ending stream of videos. One by one, you swipe to take in funny videos and amateur dance routines, and the occasional fan edit. After a while, the overused song excerpts start to feel less and less tolerable, and you begin to scroll with more haste at their repetitiveness. 

Stealthily, Raphael creeps up behind the couch where you were resting and takes a peek over your shoulder unbeknownst to you. For a short while, he doesn’t say anything, curious to see what it is you’re so infatuated by.

You’re barely invested in the content of the videos to really pay attention to what’s happening in them when a sudden “hey” has you springing up in complete shock.

“WoAH!” you yell, feeling your heart beating a million miles and minute as you spin around to face the red masked turtle. You just barely manage to stop yourself from falling off the couch. “Raphael, what the hell!?”

“What? You didn’t hear me?”

“Hear you?” You repeat, “no. No, I did not hear you, Raphael. In fact, all I can hear now is my blood pumping in my brain thanks to you.”

He scoffs, “maybe if you weren’t so hypnotised by all those human guys on your phone you would have heard me walk up behind you.” There’s a not-so-subtle-hint of passive-aggressiveness to his tone.

“Human guys?” You question, taken aback by the accusation. You have to think back to try and recall what video he might be referring to, but you honestly weren’t all that interested in many of them to care or take notice. Was he referring to some kind of thirst trap? You can’t recall having seen one on your feed - that wasn’t really your thing anyways. Why would you be interested in seeing some random guys try to seduce a camera when you had a big strong mutant boyfriend twice the size of any human man to admire and adore? Could he be referring to the dances?

“Yeah. Human boys,” he frowns and crosses his arms, “you were practically ogling them in those videos on your phone.”

“I was?”

His brow tightens and he narrows his eyes.

“Fine. Play dumb,” he scoffs, and averts his gaze. 

“Raph-!” You demand, stepping up onto the couch. You lean over the back of it to catch his face between your hands as he goes to walk away. You pull him back to look you in the eyes. “Raphael, look at me.”

His eyes widen, taken aback by your sudden aggressiveness. You press your hands against his scaly cheeks, squishing them to be rid of that angry scowl. You look deep into his eyes with unwavering determination. 

You know your boyfriend, and you know him well.

His insecurities.

The way he values your loyalty.

You keep a firm hold on him as you say, “Raphael. You are everything to me. You mean everything to me. There isn’t a single living thing on this Earth that could compare to you. You are it for me. I love you just the way you are, and I'm here to remind you of that whenever you need it.”

You brush your thumb over the scar on his lip gently as both your eyes and your hold softens. His eyes water slightly as the words sink in. 

“I love you, Raphael. I always will,” you say with a warm smile. Feeling his lack of resistance, you pull him closer to press your lips against his in a tender yet passionate kiss, hoping it reaffirms the depth of your feelings.

He melts into your kiss and his hands find your waist, moulding against them as if it were where they belonged. 

You pull away to meet his eyes. The green in them deepens, and like an enchanting forest, you feel as if you could get lost in them forever.

“I love you, babe,” he finally says and dons a devilish grin, “...but I might need a bit more convincing than just a kiss.”

You raise a brow and your lips pull into an equally wicked smile.

“Oh? Then, let me show you just how much I love you.”

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You're God damn right.

*gets out from the sewers*

WHY THE HELL IS PEOPLE SAYING THIS GUY IT'S A PIECE OF SHIT?!!!!!

*smashes the table* I'M TAKING IT PERSONALLY, HE'S ME AND I AM HIS... I mean, HE... Also, his, but that's not the point shhdjdhfjdjdjdjsksjdhd

This little bean... This teddy bear could kill you, but would not. So here are the reasons why he's not bad.

He always puts the others' wellbeing over everything. Yeah, even over his own family.

He wears an armor heavier, EVERY NIGHT.

Even if he's tired, every night goes out his home to fight the crime in his city.

He loves his city and never could go away from there.

He knows he has to control his temper and anger, but nobody says to him how to do it.

The first friend he had, died. David was a person who understood him and even motivated him to continue.

We can't blame him, because we have to be realistic: You were trained to fight crime all your whole life and made it your objective, and only because your brother is out you won't do it...? Really? Raph was asking for some independence in the team. Everyone following their instinct, their own moral compass while the leader is out. Because that's how a team works: everyone pursuing the same objective, with everyone's autonomy.

Raph wasn't using his usual weapons: his sai. He was using other new ones even though he doesn't master them... Leo, shut the fuck up a bit, please. Stop being a dick with him.

Other thing I have to point out, it's that HE WAS WORKING ALONE! THIS DUDE BEAT A LOT OF ASSES EVERYDAY ALONE!

He has detective skills. He even solved cases that the police never could.

He doesn't fear to get dirty his own hands. He has determination, that's why he wears red. Hot red.

He likes to work alone. He talks for the introverts here.

He loves his brothers. Even though he doesn't expresses it openly.

Try to imagine this: everyday your family says that you're the sarcastic, the angry, the uncontrolable one... You're fighting crime every night and nobody says to you 'good job'. Nobody. Just listens the shit they say about you... Is it fair enough?

Try to imagine this: everyday your family says that you're the sarcastic, the angry, the uncontrolable one... You're fighting crime every night and nobody says to you 'good job'. Nobody. Just listens the shit they say about you... Is it fair enough?

And other thing we have to point out... He has leading skills too. He has mechanic skills, he fixes his own motorcycle. He fixed his own suit to adapt it to his physiollogy... And you still saying he's just a grumpy turtle? Too bad there.

He felt abandoned by Leo when he decided to stay in the jungle, because Leo is the brother with the one who gets along best...

HIS FUCKING SMILE, OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA- *Shots herself 💕*

So, stop saying he's a piece of shit. He isn't. He've been through a lot. Just smooch him hard, he deserves it 💕💕💕💕💕

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My beloved! My heart!

Raph developing feelings HCs

Each of the turtles has their own way to subtly communicate their interest in someone once their crush starts developing into something deeper

Leo is the ultimate gentleman – essentially prince charming

Leo will hold doors open, pull out their chair, offer his arm when ever they go out for a walk, lots of attentive listening, present flowers regularly, share poems b/c “it just made me think of you”, kiss the back of their hand – the whole nine yards

Donnie will find ways to improve and/or increase the ease of virtually every task they could possibly have

Donnie is also the king of daily little “you’re on my mind” messages throughout the day – “hey lovely, make sure you’re drinking water” – “don’t forget about your 3:30 appointment today” – “kick ass at your big presentation you little badass you”

Mikey is highly in-tune with his interest’s emotional status – feeling down, he’s there to hype them up about how awesome they really are – feeling sad, he’s there to shower them with hugs and kisses and cuddles – feeling happy, he’s the dude to get the party started, and all in celebration of them

Mikey also isn’t shy about sharing songs or pictures that remind him in any little way of them, and tells them so right then and there

Raph, however, isn’t direct in the sense his brothers are

he doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeves

but once he realizes he’s got it bad for you, it’s time to put his own way of showing his interest into action

because as everyone knows, Raph is a guy of actions – they speak louder than words

nervous about coming on too strong, he wants to show you how much he likes you in more subtle, but profound ways

so that means presents are out – sudden gift giving is too on the head

poems, songs, quotes, and the like are also out – that’s not his style

Raph’s niche is attention to detail

the dude is crazy observant – more than he is ever given credit for

while everyone else is talking away, he’s quietly observing and taking everything in

he notices all sorts of tiny little things about everyone, but with you, he’s now got a meticulous, highly specific catalog of all your preferences and quirks memorized to the T

and now it’s time to put those details to work for him

you have a favorite brand of lotion

hey, there is now a bottle of it right next to your preferred spot in the common room

you like to roll two batteries in the palm of your hand whenever you’re feeling anxious

he doesn’t think batteries are the safest thing for you to be rubbing together in that delicate hand of yours

you’re feeling uneasy one day and *gasp* your batteries are gone

how’d that happen?            

well lucky for you, Raph conveniently just so happens to have exactly two marbles in his pocket to offer you instead

whenever you get a beverage, you always tap the top of it twice before opening it

he doesn’t know what the tapping is about – but you always do it

and he once overheard you telling April that it was your opinion that any real man would never give his partner an unopened drink – he’d open it for them right before handing it over

now, any time you ask for a drink, Raph is the one to get it for you, and guess what, without fail, he taps the top twice then opens it and places it directly in your hand

you are the ONLY one he opens drinks for

not even April gets this gesture

you let slip once that you absolutely adore having your hair played with, but you’ll NEVER ask someone to do it – cuz you think that’d be weird

well, funnily enough, big man himself has developed an interest in braided hairstyles

can he try some of them on you? you have lots of long, gorgeous hair just begging to be braided

sure it seems a little odd for him, but he wants to know if it’s cathartic like his knitting is

one of his better sly fibs

you’d love for him to braid your hair! yay!

point one to Raph

you really aren’t fond of walking home in the dark

you’ll do it – but you don’t like it

he’s also learned that even though you’ve been in their lives for quite some time now, you ALWAYS need the invitation to stay the night – no matter how tired you are, no matter how late it is – you will never ask

like the protector he is, every time you’re hanging out at the lair, he is the first to offer – “why don’t you stay the night shorty, it’s not safe for you to be out and about at this hour” – “there’s all kinds of idiots out at this time, you’re safest here, with us” – “sure I could walk ya home, but why go out in the cold if we don’t have ta?”

it’s Raph’s way of saying, you don’t have to tell me or ask – I already know – you’re important to me – so I pay close attention

he’s secretly hoping you’re getting the hint

praying that it’s endearing himself to you

and maybe, it’ll encourage you to broach the boyfriend/girlfriend topic with him

cuz come on, we all know he ain’t gonna be the one to bring it up

no matter how badly he wants to

it’s not until Jones sells you out on your birthday in front of the brothers that Raph really gets to showcase how much he knows about you

you stream everything in your living room - but your bedroom is reserved exclusively for your top favorite movies – all on DVD – including the film Hot Fuzz

you like flowers, but you honestly hate getting cut bouquets as a gift – you feel like it’s putting something so pretty on life support then being expected to watch as it withers away

so details, here we go…

come your birthday dinner in the lair, Raph prepares to give you what he hopes will be the signature “I’M SUPER INTO YOU” gesture   

taking a piece of your hair to twirl between his fingers, he clears his throat, and gives himself an internal pep talk

you got this, you got this….

“Here ya go, shorty. Happy birthday”

and you catch your breath, as Raphael, yes cool but crude Raph, presents you with none other than a Japanese Peace Lilly

you don’t even care how flustered it’ll make him

you throw yourself up at him

and crush your lips right against his

squeezing his neck tight you tell him, full of confidence, “It’s perfect babe. I love it.”

BABE?!?!?!?

yes, babe – unless your boyfriend would prefer a different nickname perhaps?

nope – nope – babe is great

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Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

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dearest darling avery!!! i have a thought for you 😏 what if raph is a boxer and you are the one who gets to help him during fights. bringing him water, toweling him off……… 🫠 i’d love to see what you could do with that!! 🥰

My dearest darling Lucky!!! (hugs you forever) 🥰💕🫂 As you've heard on here and on discord, this ask has sparked so much in my head. Thank you for that! And thank you for this!

So... total honesty, this doesn't exactly answer your ask to a T. But!!! I had so much fun with this story. And I really hope you like it as much as I do!

Happy Reading!!!

Coming Clean

Bayverse Raph x Fem Reader

(I promise you there is going to be grammar and tense issues because that is how my brain works. But no other warnings.)

Clean.

That was the word Raph always used to describe how he felt when it was all said and done.

Even though he’d be panting. Nearly dripping in sweat. His heart strumming strongly beneath his pectoral plates.

It was like a purification process for him. A way to let it all go. The doubt. The frustration. The stewing rage. Everything he stuffed deep inside, breaking loose past fictious bonds, bleeding free from every pore in his flesh.

Becoming unburdened by – well – almost everything weighing him down.

You watched on with a ceaselessly impressed sense of awe as he struck the bag with speed. Full of controlled fury. Despite the sheer mass of his limbs, he was able to move so quickly your eyes almost struggled to follow his strikes. Each blow sinking in deep – nearly causing the bag to fold in half over his fist even as it hung from the chain. Leaving you unsure if the hiss of air repeatedly meeting your ear was from his lungs, or the bag relenting to his onslaught.

His weight seemed to be feather light as he bounced continuously on the balls of his feet. His steps performing a full-blown routine of their own beneath him. Alternating favor, twisting and pivoting, never permitting him to plant himself. Working as if with a mind of their own to never let him become stagnant. Never a stationary target.  

Two halves of his body operating independently but in tandem. Separate agendas but with the same goal. Arms and fists focused on the offense. His legs and feet on the defense. To move him out of range then bring him back in to strike. To block, deflect, take the brunt of a hit, then lash out and land crushingly effective blows.

Boxing with the bag was a dance for Raph. Each step and shoulder dip, each jab and duck, choreographed inside the network of his very DNA. It was his articulation of freedom. The way he let his heart sing. How he got his mind to grow quiet. His own unique version of meditation - getting lost in the motion.

It was the way he came clean.   

The serenity it brought him was most evident in the moment right after that last jab. The one that was coming now. When a genuine smile would pull at one corner of his mouth. And bright, clear eyes would shift to you. Satisfaction rolling off his shoulders in waves. A sheen of sweat covering him like a victory shawl before collecting into droplets to roll down his plastron. Zigging and zagging between the maze of his scales down the crests and valleys of his muscular arms.

The moment he was just himself. No walls thrown up. No buffed-up bravado. No assertions of dominance.  

When he’d stride towards you - chest lifted, shoulders back - smug in fulfillment. Then lean forward, his still smirking mouth falling open, waiting expectantly for you to provide him is coveted first gulp of water. To wash the dryness from his throat. And for the touch of your hands to land on him, wiping away all that he let bleed free.  

It was that moment – right there – that never failed to make your mind go hazy. Where the whole of the world, all but him, fell away from your awareness. A sort of numbness washing over you, as every atom in your genetic makeup seemed to vibrate. Thoughts slipping off to secret fantasies the instant those gleaming orbs, mossy green stitched with molten gold, latched onto you and refused to let go.

Perhaps a figment to your fancy, you couldn’t help but get the sense you were his reward for winning the fight he’d just fought with himself in these moments. As though he were eager to claim you as such. Or maybe, that was just what you hoped for.

Arm outstretched to him, water bottle in hand, you watched his Adam’s apple dip and bulge in his throat with each swallow as if you were in a trance. Sight narrowing in to follow the beads of sweat as they made their way down his neck. Imagined what it would be like to trace their path with your tongue. What he’d do. If you gave into the urge - and leaned into him so your mouth could finally touch those vulnerable spaces on his body, gaining an answer of how he really felt about you based on the speed of his pulse beneath your teeth.

Then an all too familiar uptick to his smirk snapped you back to the present. As it always did after you’d begun dragging the towel over his broad shoulders – down his engorged biceps and around his flexed triceps. Every time the fantasies would get real clear in your mind’s eye. Raph would be looking straight at you when your eyes came back to his. Practically into you. His smile bigger than before, nearly conceited, as if he knew what thoughts were racing through your mind. And a bit embarrassed, like always, you scrambled to pull yourself back together.

Pretend that you weren’t melting inside for him.

The brute of a ninja could never get himself to make a move on it though. These moments. No matter how badly he wanted to. No matter how many openings these moments provided him. Even though he could see it clear as day on your face. The insecurities wouldn’t let him. What if he was wrong? What if he was just imagining it? Telling himself he saw you wanting him because that’s what he sought to see? Surely – a creature as divine as you couldn’t want to be tangled up with a beast like him.

No. He couldn’t chance it. He’d spend every day for the rest of eternity never being more than hopelessly smitten with you before he dared to risk your friendship. And the way your expression would snap back from lustful to friendly only fed his doubt. That dreamy glint to your gaze seeming to evaporate in a second. What looked like a flush dusting your cheeks gone in the blink of an eye. The breath that he thought might have been caught in your chest released without a moment’s pause.

If this was the closest he’d ever get to being with you, he was going to cherish it. Milk it for every drop he could so that he might soak in it’s bliss as long as possible. Pretend, if he had to, that it were possible. And now, having come clean of everything else, he could almost feel what it’d be like. To pull you close. Allow his touch to blanket your form. Slot his lips against yours. Get lost in your hazel eyes as he -

“There. All clean,” you joked having finished wiping him down. Unable to sit under the weight of his gaze without giving yourself away any longer, you gently threw the towel over his face. Immediately bringing him out of his thoughts.

Raph huffed in an amused tone. “Was that sass I heard comin’ outta yer mouth?” Standing tall he twisted the damp terry cloth between his hands then pulled back to strike. His smile turned devilish at your preemptive yip. Temptation almost irresistible as his heart quivered giddily watching the way you jumped about. Lifted your leg and curling your knee in with hands flying out in hopes of foiling him landing his shot.

“Hey now! Raph! Don’t! I’ll kick your ass!” you squealed.

Your feigned threat made the massive mutant drop his arms and toss his head back to bark out a laugh. “Ha! In yer dreams, shorty.”

“What? You don’t think I can take you? I totally know how to throw hands.”   

The terrapin’s expression fell flat. “‘Throwin’ hands?’ Ya plannin’ on goin ta prison sometime soon, short stack?” Raph tossed the towel back to you. “It’s boxin’. There’s technique to it.” The giant turtle took a step towards you, completely unphased by you twisting the towel and aiming it his way. “Speakin’ a which, you been practicin’ those strikes I taught ya?”

“Umm, mmhmm,” you murmured, accompanied by an obviously fake look of confidence. Nodding your head for good measure, “Yeah, of course.”

Raph’s brow ridges raised high as he mocked your expression back at you, nodding along too. “Oh. Yeah. Mmhmm. Totally. So then you’ll know exactly what ta do if I do this –,”

The red banded ninja pounced, causing you to drop to the floor and dissolve into a fit of laughter. He stood straddling over you, dipping his hands down with the threat of ticklish jabs at your ribs.

“Where’s all this ‘throwin’ hands’ you were just braggin’ bout? Huh, shorty? Huh? Come on. Defend yerself.”

You swatted at his hands, laughing hard enough tears were blurring your vision. “No! Stop it! I can’t – AHA! – I can’t take you seriously, right now. You just – you just literally hopped like a bunny. AHAHA! And I can’t – I can’t -,”

“Yeah? What if yer attacker hops like a bunny too, huh? What ya gonna do then?” He continued to poke at your sides. “Come on, shorty. Let me have it. Throw them hands.”

Half-heartedly you curled your fingers into fists. But two massive hands wrapped over them before you could even think about where you were going to swing. “Too slow. Now whatcha gonna do? Huh? Ain’t got no hands to throw now.”

Raph allowed himself to slide to the floor over your squirming form. “In trouble now, shorty. Whatcha gonna do? Come on. I taught ya this.”

It was true. Raph had taught what you to do. But you were still laughing far too hard to form coherent thoughts. “Raph, I – I give. I give!”

Finally relenting, Raph swung a leg over and turned loose of his hold. Offering you a hand, he pulled you up to a sitting position next to him. A careful but heavy touch ruffled your hair as you struggled to regain your breath.

“A’right, shorty. Serious talk. Why ya ain’t been practicin’ those strikes I taught ya? They’re important. Help ta keep ya safe when I ain’t around.” His hand came to rest on your knee, thumb stroking small circles against your calf.

Your heart fluttering at the contact.

“I – I dunno. It’s just -,”

The terrapin remained silent. Motionless save for his thumb smoothing over your skin. So sincere and tender was his expression as he waited for your answer, that you would’ve spilled your guts on just how much you loved him right then and there had he asked it.

A little groan slipped free past your throat. “I don’t wanna disappoint you.”

“Ain’t gonna disappoint me none.”

An unintentional sigh. “I feel dumb.”

“Naw, none of that. Come clean wit it. Why not?”

“I just feel like -,” A little bit of shame settled over your shoulders as you glanced at each of the other three turtles moving about the lair. “Um -,” The words refused to unwedge themselves. “I think I’m just happiest just taking care of you. That’s what I’m good at. Being in your corner. Not in the fight.”

Raph’s eyes followed yours move across his home. He waited a moment longer, but then knew nothing else was coming out. “That so, huh?” Thick digits gave a small slap against your knee. “Come on.” Taking you by the hand he rose to his feet and pulled you in the direction of his room.

Mikey had a smirk on his face as he strode past, making his way to the kitchen. His head cocked to the side, a mischievous twinkle to his eye as he watched Raph lead you on. “Wow. The two of you are so cute together. Gosh, just imagine how cute you’d be if you were like, an actual couple.”

The sai wielding warrior gave no reaction at all to his little brother’s words. You smiled sheepishly towards Mikey who was still openly watching, even as he opened the fridge door after what you assumed would be a can of Orange Crush. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” his voice called out.

Making your way through common room the two of you passed by Leo, sitting off to the side, open book in one hand, steamy teacup in the other. The eldest brother quirked an intrigued brow your way as you walked on. Though he said nothing, an ever so faint grin broke his stoic features. One dazzling cerulean orb following your path from the corner of his eye. And you could’ve sworn he raised his cup to you, just ever so slightly, before bringing the rim to his lips.

You felt Raph guide you over to the side as Donnie came down the hall headed the opposite direction. Returning to his lab no doubt. Neither he nor his older sibling made any acknowledgement of each other as they passed. But casting a glance back at the tallest turtle over your shoulder was rewarded with seeing Donnie spin on his heel to walk backwards, holding two excited thumbs-up at you. A quick wink and he spun effortlessly back to his forward stride as if he’d never even turned around.

You had to suppress a little giggle at that one. A bit of a tingle radiated across your cheeks. Not a clue as to what Raphael was doing leading you towards his bedroom, or what thoughts he was chewing over in his head, but you did know one thing. You weren’t the least bit opposed to finding out.

The security of Raph’s hand around yours didn’t fall away until you were both past the threshold of his bedroom. With the door closed surely behind him, Raph turned his attention to rummaging through the wire crates adorning his shelves. He retrieved something small from one. Turning to face you he suddenly seemed sheepish.

“So I uh, got these for ya a while ago.” His large hand opened to reveal two forest green rolls of wrist wrap. “Been tryin’ ta figure out when’d be best to give em to ya. Guess it’s gonna be today.” An airy chuckle followed his statement. “Don’t wanna hurt those precious hands of yours.” That statement was barely above a hush.

“Oh! They’re in my favorite color!”

“Heh. Course they are. Just for you.”

Delicately taking one of your hands, the normally crude Raph thoughtfully began winding the material over and around your hand. “It’s just you an me now, shorty. Just us. So I’ll ask ya again. Why ain’t ya practicing what I taught ya?”

“I already answered that.”

“No ya didn’t.” He took your second hand just as delicately and set to the task of wrapping it. “Ya deflected the question by saying ya felt dumb.”

“But that was my answer,” you whispered.

His hands hovered a moment. And you could’ve sworn you felt his thumb give an affectionate swipe against your fingers before he continued on. “Why would ya feel dumb practicing somethin’ that could make all the difference if ya get attacked?”

“Because I feel like I’m just swinging my arms around,” you meekly confessed. “I know you showed me, and I remember what you said, but it – it doesn’t feel like I’m doing it right. It makes me – embarrassed to practice. Or do it at all.”

Raphael held both your hands within his a moment. “It’s a’right, shorty. I -,”

The unmistakable sound of a soda can opening on the other side of his door interrupted. “What a shame,” Mikey mused. “Too bad she doesn’t like, have someone she could practice with or anything, huh Raph?”

“I’m workin on it, numbnuts,” the red clad ninja growled back. “Now beat it.”

He waited a breath to see if Mikey would say more. Satisfied, Raph turned his attention back to you. Expression turning soft again. “Like I was sayin’ – I’ll practice wit ya. We’ll go until ya feel confident. However long it takes.”

That was a blush on your cheeks. A real one. He was sure of it this time.

“That’s really sweet of you, Raph.”

“I wanna take care of you too, shorty. I’m in your corner just as much as you’re in mine. Now,” he took his stance, hands held up for you to punch. “Let me have it.”

Those words rolling off his tongue in that gravely voice made your mind grow fuzzy. Oh, you’d like to let him have it alright. But that’s not what he was talking about. Trying to sift the naughty thoughts away, you brought your hands up in front of your face as he’d instructed you. Tried to focus on how he’d told you to strike. Not how he looked while showing you.

The first few swings you threw weren’t the best. But he was quick to offer praise. Encourage you on. So the next handful of strikes were significantly better. His voice enthusiastic. Him cheering you on made those other thoughts tougher and tougher to shake away.

Soon you could barely focus on the task at hand. Maybe it was standing so close with him in his room. His praise unlocking a new fantasy for you. Or maybe it was the idea that had been planted in your head by the way the other three had acted as you walked by. The idea that maybe he’d told them he wanted fantasies of his own with you.

Your mind was just fuzzy. Thoughts hazy. Your jabs grew lazy.

So much so, Raph had moved to standing straight. His arms relaxing back into his chest. Head tilted as he looked on, growing quizzical.

“Ain’t tryin’ very hard there, short stack.”

You batted your lashes up at him. “Yeah? I could say the same thing about you.”

He studied you as he continued to accept your strikes. Internal debate sneaking past his neutral features. A subtle grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.  

“Have you told her yet?” This time it was Leo’s voice just outside the door. “Sounds like this is your perfect opening.”

“Piss off, Leo!” Raph’s face suddenly turned angry and – mabe a little panicked.

You could almost see the blue banded ninja holding his hands up in surrender as he walked away on the other side. The mental image bringing a smile to your face.

“Tell me what?”

“That imma rip him outta his shell if he interrupts us again. Now -,” Raphael rolled his shoulders and shook his arms. “Now try to land a hit on me.”

None of your throws even came close as he effortlessly evaded your exertions. Comically so. You dropped your hands and laughed. “This is just sad, Raph! No way I’m going to land a hit on you.”

“Yes ya can. Yer doin great. Just keep yer feet movin an keep swingin. Come on, (Y/N). Don’t quit.”

You scoffed. Cocking your hip out and dropping one shoulder back you looked him up and down. Motioning to his chest you let loose another laugh. “And what if I did manage to hit you with all your gear on? I could break a finger,” hoping the comment would encourage your terrapin crush to call it quits.

But your move backfired.

Heat pooled in your core as Raphael rose to his full height. Eyes locked onto you, strong hands raised to unfasten the harness across his front. He gave the suggestion of a shimmy as he worked the seatbelts back off his shoulders. “Tryin ta get me undressed, short stack?”

“Is it working?”

Your chest was raising more than it needed to. Your breathing was catching a little in your chest. Breathy when it did come free. Maybe – maybe he wasn’t imagining it. Well – this was working for you so far. Don’t fix what ain’t broke.

He crooked a finger to beckon you to him. And who were you to deny him?

Launching yourself forward, throwing punches as hard as you could, you pressed forward with rapid steps. He didn’t give an ounce. Instead, holding out an open hand he caught your fist mid strike. Trapping you to the spot as though caught in stone.

“So, you’re sayin I should try harder?”

“We’re never gonna know if you don’t.” A tremor of excitement laced within your words. A challenge.

An ever so slight increase in pressure over your trapped knuckles pulled you in closer. Nearly flush against him. He didn’t miss the way your pupils dilated as he dipped his head down towards you. His heart fluttering with nerves and eagerness at what he was about to do. “And if I tried this…”

“Have you told her yet?” Donnie nearly shouted through the door. “If you haven’t, I’m going to. It’s absurd at this point.”

“At this rate she probably thinks you never will if you don’t tell her now,” Leo chimed in.

“He’s still got her boxing?” Mikey added. “What happened to telling her?”

“Are the three of you seriously standing outside my -,”

“That’s what we’re saying!”

“He’s using it to stall.”

“That’s why I’m applying pressure so he -,”

“I swear – if you numbnuts don’t -,”

“It’s not that hard dude! Just -,”

“You’ve had plenty of buildup and if you’re worried about being romantic -,”

“Leo, you can sh -,”

“Seriously! How much time do you need to -,”

“You were just telling her to come clean and here you are -,”

“Mikey, imma -,”

“All the evidence indicates that she is -,”

“None of you are helpin’ so shut the f-,”

“JUST KISS HER ALREADY!” the three shouted in unison from the other side of the door.

“That’s it. All of you are -,” His hand turned loose of yours as he turned to assault his siblings.

You shot your shot. Throwing yourself up at him, hands grabbing hold of his face, you crashed your mouth against his. Raph went rigid. His hands hovering just barely against you before his arms circled around you. He stooped lower to deepen the kiss.

His lips were soft. Smooth. A sureness washing over you. A comfort. A belonging. Feeling weightless within his hold. Like you were meant to be there.

It felt like coming clean.

Finally breaking the kiss, both breathless and wide eyed, you couldn’t stop your face from splitting in a beaming smile. “Told you I know how to throw hands.”      

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Thank you so much!!! I love my Bruiser, and I love that you do too! 🥰

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Flawless

Three’s a Crowd: Two vs. One

I've had this silly thing from my topside AU in my head for literal AGES now and I just had to write it out.

Contains: Brotherly shenanigans. Mikey and Leo decides to tap dance on Leo's every nerve during a car ride by blasting music Leo can't stand. (It's CupcaKke, they're blasting 'Duck Duck Goose' with the sole purpose of pissing Leo off in public). Bayverse. Warnings: Vulgar language, but it's literally just song lyrics

Leo laid half on his couch, half off it, his iPad resting on its stand on his plastron. He'd been watching the same livestream for about two hours. Not moving from his place. He was bored. Out. Of. His. Mind.

He'd already done the chores. Laundry was folded and put away. He'd scrolled his forums. Checked the auction sites. Nothing.

Groaning he picked his iPad up, got off the couch and trudged to the kitchen where he heard the familiar tune of a FaceTime call coming in. Touching accept he put the pad on the counter next to the fridge.

"Hey, Raph." Leo smiled to himself when he heard the familiar sound of a large family in the background.

"Guys, guys. Tone it down a notch, yea?" Raph grunted as he was attacked and his arms pulled down.

"Who are you calling?!"

"Leo."

Leo chuckled to himself, leaning back and watching Raphael get tugged at. Two faces came into view before his brother managed to yank himself loose. "HI UNCLE LEE!"

"Offsprings. Go harrass your mom instead." He shook his head as his face came back into view. "Tanner and Harls says hey."

The oldest popped a grape into his mouth. "I noticed. What's up?"

"Me and Mike are going grocery shopping, ya in?"

He chewed slowly, contemplating the offer. It's better than sitting at home, but he's also probably going to get shit he don't need.

" 'kay, I'm in. Pick me up in 20?"

"Mhm."

"Hey, boys!"

Their oldest brothers slapped them both on their shoulders as he climbed into the backseat. They chat about anything and everything for a while, until Mikey pipes up as he notice how they get closer to the city.

"Sooo... I got a hold of Don the other week and we put a new sound system in my car." The turtle next to him picked up on the tone of his brother's voice, catching on right away.

"Oh, yeah? Ya hear that, Fearless? Mikey has a new sound system."

Dread. Fear.

"No!" Grabbing ahold of Raph's back rest he pulls himself forward. "Don't."

At a red light, Mikey pulls his phone up. "Let's try it out!" All it takes for Leo to want to die is to hear the first sound of the song, before long he's trapped in a car with two brothers singing along to the song.

I thought I came but I peed on the dick Pubic hair got inches, that's weave on the dick Pussy like a tree, it got leaves on the shit

"Mikey, please turn it off!"

"Turn it UP? Yeah I can turn it up!" He cackles as he cranks the volume up even more. The bass making the sides of the car vibrate.

"WHAT? NO! Ughh..." Leo rubs his face with his hands before putting them over his ears. He fuckin' hates this music...

My nudes in your phone, takin' up your data My cakes got fatter by usin' cum as the batter

"My cakes got fatter by usin' cum as the batter!"

Raph nudged Mikey on the arm. "Man, it's WARM out today!" The voice of Raphael brings Leo back to the now. "No! Absolutely not! Don't you fucking dare do what I think you're about to, Raph!" He looks on in fear as another red light is coming closer and closer, fearing what is about to go down.

I only call you Captain, 'cause your dick is off the hook I can make your dick stand up (are you ready?) Like Statue of Liberty once we fuck (so hard)

"You're right, bro. It IS warm out today. I'll lower the windows for us!"

"MICHELANGELO! I am BEGGING YOU! Turn. It. Off or I'm disowning your ugly ass!"

His brother just laughed as he continued to sing along, albeit being way too into it.

"Cut the dick off, took it home with me, 'cause any dick that long, it belong with me"

Just in time for them to stop at a red light. All of the car's windows are down. It was enough for them all to already be famous for being the savior of human kind, and for allowing other mutants to walk the streets.

"This pussy iconic, yeah it moan with me, put your finger in the hole, come bowl with me."

Turn double-dutch with yo' balls while I'm jumpin' on your dick Tell your grandma sew my pussy, since you split open my clit Coochie guaranteed to put you to sleep so damn soon Ridin' on that dick, I'm readin' Goodnight Moon

Some girls next to him laughed as he saw them pull up a phone, obviously filming how the youngest was grinding his hips in tune with the song. With Raphael laughing so hard he was having a hard time breathing. Meanwhile, Leo was trying, but failing, to hide from everything. The brief thought of faking his own death and moving back into the sewers crossed his mind.

Ugh... I'm not looking forward to seeing this on Twitter later.

Taglist: @redsrooftopprincess, @the-cauldron-witch, I have to tag @thelaundrybitch too because Leo is s u f f e r i n g and needs a hug. Lemme know if you want on iiiit!