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“Gimme some of that pie.” - Leo

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Bayverse!Raph as a Boyfriend Headcanons <3 (but I psychoanalyzed him way too much)

Parenting: Raph x Female Reader

Warnings: Low self-esteem, body dysphoria, this is more serious, sorry, yeah nsfw

This man is the definition of “I’m a mess, but if someone even looks at you, they’re dead.”

In the Bayverse movies, Raph carries a deep-seated resentment toward himself. It’s not just his aggressive attitude or his constant need to fight—deep down, he’s convinced that he doesn’t deserve anything good. And when it comes to love… God, it’s even worse.

In his mind, it’s impossible for someone to see him as anything other than a monster. Not a mutant, not a warrior, not a man—a monster. And even though he’d never say it out loud (because, to him, admitting it would give it power), every time he sees you—every time you smile at him, every time you talk to him like he’s not some freak of nature—his brain just short-circuits.

Because what could he possibly offer you?

Donnie has intelligence and could talk to you about a million fascinating things. Mikey would make you laugh and shower you with love without hesitation. Leo… well, Leo has always been the strong one, the one who makes the right decisions, the one who is everything he isn’t.

But him? He’s just Raph. Impulsive, hot-headed, stubborn, and with a track record of messing up at the worst possible moment.

And the worst part is that even though he loves you in silence, even though he wants you more than he’d ever admit, he would never dare to do anything about it. Because… what if you realize he’s not worth it? What if you snap out of it and realize you could have someone better? What if one day you look at him and see what he sees in the mirror?

That’s why Raph would never make the first move. He’d never stare for too long, never dare to cross that line. But his possessiveness would betray him. The way his brow furrows when you talk to someone else. How his jaw clenches when someone gets too close. How his knuckles go white when he feels like someone else has what he’ll never be able to have.

And if you do return his feelings… God, Raph won’t process it. He won’t believe it. He’ll convince himself it’s a mistake. That he’s going to ruin it. That he doesn’t deserve this—that you deserve better.

But if you prove him wrong—if you stay, if you choose him every single day—he’ll be the most fiercely loyal and protective person you could ever have by your side.

Because even if he never says it out loud, even if he never fully admits it, even if he still doesn’t quite believe it himself… knowing that someone sees him as more than a monster is the only thing that could ever heal the wounds he’s carried his entire life.

Raph doesn’t know how to love halfway. He doesn’t know how to be lukewarm, how to be indifferent. His love is a wildfire—one that consumes and leaves scars if left unchecked. And that’s exactly why he hides it. Because he’s afraid that if he lets it out completely, he’ll end up burning the thing he loves the most.

He’s a passionate lover. But not the kind who sweetens his words or whispers promises in hushed tones. No. Raph loves through actions. He loves by protecting, by holding on, by remembering every little detail, by always being there even when you don’t ask. His love is something you feel in the tension of his muscles when someone gets too close, in the way his gaze darkens when someone makes you laugh a little too much, in the way his hand—his massive hands—grip your waist as if you might disappear at any moment.

But as fiery as his love is, his insecurity is just as cold as a bucket of ice water. He’s not the type to throw tantrums or make a scene just because someone else talked to you. No. His jealousy is quiet, internal, corrosive. Not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he doesn’t trust himself.

Every time he looks at you, every time his eyes land on you, his mind is flooded with the same whirlwind of thoughts:

“God, she’s so beautiful.”

“I love her.”

“Mine.”

“Incredible.”

“I don’t know how she chose me.”

“She could have anyone else.”

…

“I don’t know how she chose me.”

“There are better men than me.”

That last thought is the one that hurts the most. Because no matter how many times you prove him wrong, no matter how many times you stay, no matter how many times you choose him over and over again—deep down, the idea that you could leave never fully leaves him.

That’s why he holds on, even if you don’t notice. Not in a desperate way, not in an obvious way. But it’s there. In how he always walks in a way that keeps his body between you and any other man. In how his fingers sometimes grip the fabric of your clothes just a little too tightly when you’re around others. In how his gaze turns sharp and lethal, even without saying a word.

Because Raph is a warrior. A soldier. A fighter.

But when it comes to love, he doesn’t fight with the same confidence.

Not because he doesn’t want to—

But because he doesn’t believe he has the right to.

Raph isn’t afraid of many things. Not of pain, not of fighting, not of facing an enemy who could kill him at any moment.

But he’s afraid of heights.

And he’s afraid of himself.

Sometimes, on the darkest nights, when the world is silent and there are no distractions to keep him occupied, that fear eats him alive. It burns through his chest like acid. Because he knows what he is. He knows he’s not like Leo, who can think before he acts. He knows he’s not like Donnie, who can analyze things without letting emotions cloud his judgment. He’s not like Mikey, who can let things go with a smile.

He is rage.

He is fire.

He is violence contained within a body too big and a mind too tormented.

And if that rage were ever directed at you…

That thought alone is enough to make his stomach twist. It sickens him, makes him want to throw up, to punch something just to distract himself from the possibility. Because Raph knows what it’s like to lose control. He knows what it’s like to feel his vision go red, to not realize what he’s doing until it’s too late.

But never, never could he allow that to happen to you.

And yet… he’s human. (Well, as close as he can be.) And he makes mistakes.

If you ever fight—if his emotions ignite like an uncontrollable wildfire, if the heat of the argument blinds him, if his voice rises until it becomes a roar—God, he doesn’t even realize what he’s saying. The words spill out like daggers, sharp and unfiltered, filled with frustration and things he doesn’t mean. And deep down, as every syllable poisons the air between you, his throat tightens, his tongue tastes foul, like he’s chewing on something rotten.

But that’s not the worst part.

The worst part is when, in an impulsive act—because he’s always impulsive—his fist slams into the wall right beside you.

The sound echoes. A sharp, heavy thud.

Loud. Too loud.

And when the dust settles, when the echo of his own fury stops ringing in his ears, that’s when he sees it.

Your eyes.

Wide open. Shocked. Scared.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

That fear in your gaze hits him harder than any enemy he’s ever faced. It’s like a punch to the chest, a bullet straight to the heart. His breath catches. His entire body freezes, and the fire inside him—the one that fuels him, the one that’s always raging—suddenly dies out.

There are no words to describe what he feels in that moment.

Shame. Guilt. Self-loathing.

He’s not afraid that you’ll hate him. He’s afraid that you’d be right to.

That you’ll finally see what he’s always known: that he’s not good for you. That he’s dangerous. That no matter how much he loves you, his own nature will always be his worst enemy.

And if he ever loses you because of that…

He doesn’t even know if he’d be able to keep breathing.

Your footsteps fade into the distance, echoing against the damp concrete of the sewers, and Raph stays right where he is.

Still.

Not moving.

Not doing what every fiber of his being is screaming at him to do—run after you, stop you, grab you, tell you he’s sorry, that he didn’t mean to scare you, that he didn’t mean to make you cry.

But he doesn’t.

Because he can still see it in his mind. Your expression, that look in your eyes that wasn’t anger, wasn’t sadness—

It was fear.

God.

He clenches his fists and lowers his gaze. He wants to convince himself that he’s not following you because he’s too proud to apologize, because he hates admitting when he’s wrong (and he was wrong—he always is when it comes to these arguments). He wants to tell himself that it’s because he was already in a shitty mood from arguing with Leo earlier, that it’s not his fault his temper is a ticking time bomb.

But deep down, he knows the truth.

He doesn’t follow you because he’s scared.

Because what the hell is he supposed to say? What words could erase what just happened? How could he possibly fix this without making it worse?

So he does the only thing he knows how to do—

He hits.

His fist collides with the wall again, pain shooting through his knuckles like a reminder of what he is.

Of what he can’t change.

And yet, hours later, there he is.

Standing outside your window.

From out here, he can hear you. Not loud sobs, not heart-wrenching cries, but enough. Shaky breaths, the faint sound of your sniffles. And he—he almost turns around right then, almost runs because he doesn’t know if he can take it.

But he doesn’t.

Because he fucked up. And if anyone deserves to carry the weight of this, it’s him.

Slowly, he opens your window (locked, but you gave him a key). He makes no sound as he climbs inside, though the floor creaks slightly beneath his weight. He finds you sitting on your bed, gaze lowered. And when you finally lift your head and your eyes meet his—

It’s like the air is knocked right out of his lungs.

He doesn’t know what to say.

He’s never been good with words. Never known how to express what he feels without his tongue getting tied, without his voice betraying what he really means to say.

So when he finally speaks, his words are clumsy, short—

A failed attempt at explaining the unexplainable.

But you see it.

You see the way his shoulders slump, the way his eyes avoid yours like he’s not worthy of looking at you. You see the tension in his jaw, the war between his pride and his regret.

And then—he does it.

A step forward. Then another. And another.

Until he’s right in front of you.

His massive hands take hold of you with an impossible gentleness, and in one swift motion, he pulls you against his chest.

It’s firm. Warm. Encompassing.

There are no words that could say what this says.

His breathing is heavy, his heartbeat pounds against your ear. One arm wraps around you completely, the other cradles your head against his neck—like he’s making sure you can’t leave, like he can’t lose you again.

And then you feel it.

A faint touch against your hair.

A kiss.

He doesn’t say “I’m sorry” out loud. He doesn’t need to.

His actions say it all.

And you know it.

So yeah. Reconciliation.

But as he holds you, his forehead pressed against yours, his hand still gripping onto you like he’s terrified to let go—

Raph can only think one thing:

“I just hope I don’t fuck this up again. And if I do… God, please let her forgive me.”

Loving Raph is complicated.

Not because he isn’t worth it, but because he makes it difficult. Because every day is a battle against his own fears, against the thought that maybe—just maybe—he’s not enough for you.

But if you’re wondering about the… intimate side of things.

Well.

We all know Raph isn’t exactly innocent.

In his mind, he’s already had you in every way possible. He’s already imagined you gasping his name, cheeks flushed, breath ragged, looking at him like he’s the only thing that exists. He’s lost count of how many times he’s had to slip away, lock himself in the bathroom, and let his hand do the work while his mind recreates you in vivid detail—every little thing he’s memorized about you.

And when he really can’t take it, when the need is unbearable and his body begs for any kind of release, he just tells Mikey to sleep on the couch.

It’s selfish. He knows that. But he doesn’t care.

Because that night, he needs his space.

He needs your scent still lingering on his pillow, needs to bury his face in it and close his eyes while his hand moves at a frantic pace—imagining it’s your skin he’s touching, your mouth around him instead.

But outside of his mind, outside of his most desperate fantasies—

Things are… different.

So far, the farthest you’ve gone is mutual masturbation. And God.

He thought he was going to die when he felt your lips around his length, when your tongue slid along his shaft and your eyes met his. His back hit the wall, and he let out a groan so deep he swore someone in the lair must have heard him.

And when he had you riding his fingers, gripping onto his arm as you unraveled in his hand, he swore his self-control was hanging by a thread.

But he always stops there.

Because Raph is big.

Not just in size, but in strength, in intensity, in everything. And no matter how much you want him, no matter how many times you assure him that he would never hurt you on purpose, that fear is still there.

That damn fear of hurting you.

Because if he were human, he already would’ve had you. He would’ve taken you the way he’s supposed to, given you everything you want—everything he craves with every fiber of his being.

But he’s not human.

And even though his hands were made to protect you, he can’t stop thinking about what would happen if he ever slipped up. If he ever lost control.

Loving him is complicated, huh?

But if there’s one thing for sure—it’s that you could never get bored of him.

Because there’s something incredible about the way he holds you when he jumps across rooftops, the cold air hitting your face and the night sky reflecting in his golden eyes. There’s something addictive about the feeling of being in his arms, adrenaline rushing through your veins as he moves with lethal precision, like the city belongs to him.

And if you train with him… well, that’s a whole different story.

Because Raph loves seeing you strong, seeing you challenge him, seeing you throw punches at him with all the determination in the world. And even though he’d never admit it out loud, he enjoys it way too much when you sit on his shell while he does push-ups.

Not just because he likes the weight of you on him, but because every time he pushes up and down, he can feel your laughter against his neck, your presence wrapping around him like a second skin.

And God knows—there’s nothing in the world that makes him feel more complete than that.

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Turtles React to: Casey mocking their S/O.

So, this was a request, and the illiterate stupid I am, accidentally erased it instead of answer it.

so, enjoy and the anonymous that send me the request i’m so sorry XD.

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FemReader.

Scenario: Weekend Plans! Casey offered Y/N and her favorite turtle a nice night of hockey! The place was alone and well, Y/N wasn’t that good on ice skating. Legs shaking and lack of balance, her boyfriend was trying his best to not laugh and help her (he has been here before so he’s already used to the sensation of slippery floor.), But Mr. Jones was having a real-time laughing and mocking.

Of course, our turtle gets mad, no one makes fun of his S/O.

Leonardo:

He gets offended.

He will give Casey a deathly look.

Probably Casey didn’t got that look right away.

Tries to remain calm and really really tries to focus on you.

You fall again and Casey laughs again.

“Do you think it’s funny making fun of someone who is defenseless? Leonardo starts with his little inspirational speech.

You get mad because he calls you defenseless.

With the two of them arguing you manage yourself to leave the ice rink.

Leonardo realize you’re gone when he throws Casey a Hokey stick.

Guess who’s sleeping in the couch.

Raphael:

He gets angry.

Gotta admit it, the first time you hit the ground it was funny.

The other eight times, wasn’t.

When Casey calls you “Chicken legs”, Raph gets angry.

“The fuck ya said to My girl?” He starts getting closer to Casey.

Casey knows he’s fucked up.

You sigh, feeling defeated and laying down in the cold floor.

Raph picks you up and takes you home in his arms.

Your butt hurts a little after falling too much.

“ya want a butt massage?” You can’t with this big boy.

Donatello:

He just ignores him.

He’s such a sweetheart, trying to help you.

“No Y/N, Your legs aren’t supposed to be in that position... Wait! No No, Darling, your knees need to be flex in a certain degree... Remember, do not spread your arms like that...” He keeps going and going and well...

Casey starts laughing, but Donnie makes you look into his eyes and only focus on his voice, and to be honest, you’re looking more at his face than his indications.

You’re trying to keep up, but it’s really hard, and when you hit your butt for the hundreth time, Donnie declares its time to go.

You feel embarrassed and he noticed that.

“Do not worry Pumpkin pie, We can come back later and without Casey I bet you can learn faster.” He kisses your head and smiles. Isn’t he the cutest?

Michaelangelo:

He’s overprotective.

He was even more excited than you.

And Casey well, he was having of you trying to keep up.

Mikey takes a little (too long), to realize that he’s actually leaving you behind and that Casey is mocking at you.

“Are you making fun of my Lady?” Mikey’s voice was different now.

He starts pushing Jones to the exit, and well, he’s trying to push back a Mutan Turtle, so guess who wins.

Locking the door with a Hokey Stick, he walks closer to you, grabs your waist and lifts you up his shoulders.

Mikey ice skating it’s actually pretty fun when you are up in his shoulders.

“Having fun Babydoll?” His hands are pressed against your thighs and all you can do is laugh.

He keeps going, he just loves your laugh.

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AAAAAA HI.

Omg I’m so happy cuz this was my first request and I tried my best lol.

I really hope you liked it.

Thanksssss for reading 💛

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Oooh here lovelies, have a fresh-outta-the-shower-raphie 🥴❤🥰

(while you wait for more requests to roll out)

Gotta love the big boy 🥴

@turtle-babe83 @raphsgrl @leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch @ladyofparchments

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remembered tmnt existed, i miss raph sm

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MIKEY: If Raph were a plushie

MIKEY:

Y/N: lol 😆

LEO: Spot on 😅🤣

DONNIE: 😅🤣😂😂😂😂...oh, now I've got to pee.

RAPH: I hate all yous-guys.

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Request Page! (TMNT/TOLKIEN)

Hello, Lovelies! Below is a list of prompts that you may choose from and drop in my inbox!!

what i will write

- up to 2 characters in one request!!

- up to 3 (maybe 4) prompts

- under 800 words for time and convenience!

- nsfw (on the mild side)

- LBTGTQ+

- platonic & romantic

what I will NOT write!

- incest/t-cest (ew)

- hate fics

- intense/extreme gore

- romantic or NSFW for underaged characters//readers

please clarify if you'd like headcanons, drabbles, or a short fic, otherwise, it'll be selected randomly <3

if you have preferred pronouns, include them in your request, otherwise it's default gender neutral/fem reader! please have patience with me!! Writing takes valuable time!!!

prompts//ideas -

🛏️ - cuddling

🍁 - autumn walks

🍏 - fruit picking

🕯️ - first date

🍓 - spring picnics

☕ - afternoon tea

🍻 - celebrations

🍝 - quiet dinner

🍰 - baking

🎻 - making music

📖 - quietly reading

🌌 - star gazing

🌙 - late night walks

🕰 - sneaking out

🌸 - flower crowns

🍬 - spoiling each other

🌻 - accidental confession

🌼 - shy/soft kisses

🏞 - creek wading

🐌 - curious creatures

🌅 - afternoon naps

🏖 - beach walking

🐛 - tickle fights

🪮 - brushing/braiding hair

🧼 - bath time

🧹 - spring cleaning

🍄 - nature walks

characters i'm writing for!! -

TMNT- (all characters aged up into their early 20's!!)

ALL Bayverse! Boys

LOTR/THE HOBBIT-

dwarves 🏔️

thorin

fìli

kìli

bofur

dwalin

ori

hobbits 🥕

bilbo

frodo

merry

pippin

samwise

humans 🗡️

aragorn

faramir

elves 🏹

lindir

elrond

legolas

thranduil

arwen

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The Kitchen Window (pt. 6 - the epilogue)

Bayverse! Raphael x Fem! Reader

desc- (Raph has to make his intentions clear to you and to whatever it is that you two are)

warnings - none

word count - 2.5k

READ PREVIOUS PARTS BEFORE THIS

“I look stupid, Mike.”

“Nah, bro you look great!” Raph’s younger brother is looking his outfit up and down, trying to perfect any wrinkles or stray threads, “She’s gonna love it, trust me.”

Raph scuffs his new air force’s on the cement, while the other turtle straightens the collar of the graphic tee up around his neck. Maybe he could lend his fashionable little brother a bit of slack. Mikey knew a lot more about this stuff.

It’s early August. Summer’s fleeting, to warm days and cooler nights, which are perfect for this exact occasion.

Raph has been a mess of fluttering nerves all week trying to set this date up, with the help of his brothers and April. Every little detail, meticulously planned.

At first he was gonna do it on his own, in secret. Come to your door, trip over his words and fumble the bag, because lord knows he’s not good with expressing his feelings.

Thank god for April and his siblings, though it hurt his ego a little to come to them and admit he didn’t know how to set up a lousy dinner. Of course they were happy to help. Mikey and April especially.

So now, the five of them were on the roof of your apartment complex and pulling together all of their different tastes and ideas to create this adorable little date for him and his girl.

Raphael didn’t know what the two of you were. After that bizarre (albeit fantastic) first kiss, his visits to you were so much more frequent. Even if it was quick, he’d make a pit stop to your window for a peck on the cheek that kept his spirits up for a long night's patrol. More often than not, you two would be chatting away in the late night hours. And then of course make out a little, with him hanging on the sill like a fool.

It was so great, and it filled Raph with something he didn’t know he needed. Every second he wasn’t with you, he counted down till the next time he'd meet your gorgeous face again, greeting him with a kind, welcoming smile that made his knees wobble. But that was it.

There wasn’t really a label. Not that he liked those anyway.

He just needed some clarity. Some sort of outwardly spoken agreement that you guys weren’t just really good friends who kissed and held hands and tried to hold in your laughter in the dark, trying not to disturb the peace of your neighbors.

“Oh this looks great.”

Raph watches the way April appreciates her work of a cute little vase of flowers on the center of a table, hands settled on her hips. Well, it’s less of a table than it is a large wooden crate with a nice-ish tablecloth, but it serves just the same. It’s not too extravagant, not too drab. Just right. It suits the mix of your different lives. Little, dollar store candles light the area with a warm haze, next to the tin containers filled with the meal you’d taught him to make months ago. He’s hoping it tastes as good as it did when you make it. Raph hasn’t told you how often he whips it up at the lair when he’s missing you.

“How’s lookout, Leo?”

The blue-banded turtle looks over his shoulder, where he’s crouched on the ledge right next to the fire escape ladder.

“All clear.”

Thankfully, everything seems to be coming together just as Raph wanted it to. It settles some of the butterflies that rage in his stomach. The time for one of his brother’s to go and fetch you from your apartment is growing closer and closer while Donnie is scooting the plastic folding chairs next to the crate.

He’s so not ready for this. A little voice is nagging in the back of his head to just back out now.

Raph knows you’ll at least like it. Just how you like everything else he does for you. He has no clue why this is so damn difficult.

“Alright, Raph.”

April clasps her hands together and looks up to him for approval.

“What do we think?”

He thinks it looks great. Raphael loves the gentle little glow everything gives against the dim light pollution that stretches out over the city. Will you?

“You’re a lifesaver, O’Niel.”

“Don’t forget it.”

He snorts.

“I guess it’s showtime then!”

Mikey attacks his older brother with a hug from behind.

“Aw come on Mike!” Raph’s trying to swat him off his shell, but not before his two other siblings, and April crowd him with an embrace, that eases the nerves running rampant. He rolls his eyes, but can’t hold back the grateful grin that breaks through his annoyance. Their words are encouraging and warm, fueling the confidence he’s so desperately been trying to grasp for all this time.

“You’re gonna be fine.”

“Trust us, she is gonna love it.”

Leo’s hand ruffles over Raph’s red bandanna.

“Go get em’, tiger.”

Ouf, what a cornball.

“Alright, alright!” They all break away from the group hug with excited smiles. This is home to Raphael. All his favorite people- well, most - in his corner of the ring and hyping his happy-ass up to romance a cute girl.

“Leo?”

“I’ll go get her for you.”

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Your apartment is warm. Over the weeks, the walls are filled with picture frames and cute decor that April and the boys have been bringing you. Polaroids of you and the boys are littered on your bedside table and posted on the fridge with little paw print magnets. Most of them are with or of Raph. Him sleeping with an open mouth, or being dog-piled on by Mike and Donnie. Your favorite is the one where you’re sitting on his shoulders, laughing, while he’s grinning into the camera flash. April took it, down in the lair, where he was parading you around after everyone had a few-too-many drinks. The once empty living space is now full of life and love and sooo, so many cat toys.

You’re on the livingroom floor now, playing with sweet Vannie to distract you from the lack of texts from your best friend. It’s been worrying you all day, that Raph hasn’t responded to any of your messages, even the funny memes, like the others you send him daily.

You’d given up on the last message, a little over an hour ago, though it doesn’t keep you from repeatedly glancing at your phone while your cat darts after the laser pointer across the carpet and onto the sofa. The little bell on her collar tinks quickly with each movement. She sees someone through your window before you. Two taps against the glass make your head whip around excitedly.

It’s not who you’re expecting, but Leo’s visit is still a nice surprise.

“Hey Lee!” You hide the disappointment with a happy smile that he returns.

“How’s it going?”

“Good! Good,” he doesn’t miss the way you’re trying to peek over his shoulder, “Have you heard from Raph at all? I couldn’t get a hold of him today.”

“Actually yeah.”

This perks your attention right back up, locking with his eyes that carry a mischievous glow.

“Oh! How’s he doing? He didn’t get hurt on patrol, did he?”

Leo chuckles.

“Nah. He’s been busy.”

Busy? Weird. Even if Raphael were kicking sorry ass, he’d text you back in a heartbeat. Something fishy was going on.

“Oh. Huh.”

“You wanna see him?”

That, you couldn’t say no to.

“Is he here?”

Leo knows, with the way you two talk about each other, that it’s love. He knows more than both of you. It's so funny how his younger brother and you will spend hours at a time just sitting in silence or talking about life, and then when you’re apart, all that one of you can think or say has something to do with the other.

“He’s up top,” his head gestures back up the fire escape. You’re already climbing out the window, while he and Vannie stare. Lee takes a hold of your arm when your foot reaches that first step. You look back at him with a puzzled stare.

“You gotta close your eyes.”

“What?”

It’s a surprise. That makes you nervous.

“Just trust me. I’ll take you up there, you just can’t look.”

Uh oh. You’re hesitant to follow his instructions, but his hand is already blinding your vision, and he’s scooping you of your feet. You shout in surprise.

“Leo, what’s going on?”

The only reply you recieve is his heavy footfall on the metal stairs. He has to take his hand away, but you keep your eyes clenched shut, partially to obey his order, but the other is so you don’t have to see how far up you might be from the ground below.

“This is freaking me out Lee,”

“I’m not gonna drop you.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

Oh, he knows. He’s just great at keeping secrets.

The final, thudding footstep lands on concrete, and he sets you on the ground, steadying you onto your feet. Your breath is nervous, heart racing, senses heightened. You can hear the buzz of the city off in the distance. A cool breeze brush through your hair. The concrete scraping on your wooly socks.

“Alright, take a look.”

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Your eyes blink open. Then again. Your brain isn’t processing whatever is in front of you, until he speaks.

“Hey, Sunshine.”

Raph’s hands are shoved into the front pockets of jeans you’ve never seen him in. They’re new. So are his shoes, and the black, long sleeve tee that’s perfectly tailored to fit, and let his shell still breathe from the back. The casual clothes are incredibly flattering on him. You can still see the faint lines of his toned muscles under the cotton, catching in soft light. He’s so handsome, it hurts. And cute. GOD was he cute.

Shifting his weight, subtly from one foot to the other and smiling, anxious and bashful, while you stare at him in bafflement. Behind him is an adorable, candle lit dinner and your favorite flowers in a glass vase, all tuned with the ambient sounds of New York.

“Oh, Raph.”

His name comes out in a sigh, incredulous, full of shock and wonder. You take a few steps forward to better take in the effort he’s thrown into all of this. You’re nearly speechless, breathless, and trying to swallow the lump in your throat. He set up a date. A date! For you!

“You like it?”

His eyes are hesitant, but full of a childlike hope when they meet yours.

“Raph, this is… you did this?”

“Well, I had help. I ain’t this creative.” Raph chuckles nervously, nodding to where Leo was standing, now gone without a trace, “But… yeah.”

“For… me?”

You’re still so surprised at the sweetness of it all.

“Well, I’d hate to be up here eatin chicken and rice by myself all night, so yeah.”

He’s easing up, gentle grin mirroring yours.

“Raph this is so great!”

Like a kid, you all but skip over to look closer at the make-shift table and chicken and rice in their bowls, stream rolling off in the tepid air, while your fingers over the tablecloth. He’s laughing at your stupidly huge smile.

“I was hoping you might think so.”

You look up at him, face glowing in the candlelight.

“I know I haven’t been texting you back. Been a nervous wreck all day.”

His expression contorted into a soft gout of admiration, a soft smile, and even softer, green eyes. Your heart leaps. You know what that look is. You’ve seen it so many times in Raph’s face and now you’re putting it all together while he stands just feet from you. He’s so perfect.

You stride back over to him and let him take your hands in his. He’s nervous again, taking a deep breath.

“Look,” he begins, “I just… I figured if we’re a thing and all…Well, I wanna do this the right way. I hope it’s alright with you. I know it’s nothin’ fancy but…”

He groans, slapping hand over his face. You giggle at how he trips over his sentence.

“I had a whole, stupid speech for this shit. Now I just look like a fuckin’ idiot.”

Those fumbling, nervous words speak novels to you. He doesn’t have to say much for you to just get exactly what Raph is trying to say.

“I think… that sounds great,” your voice is soft, “And I also think I’m in love with you and I have had no idea what to do with myself, since the first day we met.“ you exhale the words like they’ve been trying to claw their way from your throat.

This catches him completely off guard. Raph’s eyes are as wide as they were the first night you kissed him. His nostrils flare. Before you think you’ve fucked yourself up royally, he pulls you up towards him in a soul-snatching kiss that depletes the air from your lungs, feet nearly leaving the ground. You’re desperately grabbing at the collar of his shirt to deepen it, but he pulls away, and lifts you completely from the ground in a tight embrace, leaving you both gasping for your breaths.

“Jesus, you have no idea how long I’ve been waitin’ to hear you say that,” Raph sighs next to your ear. “I love ya. A lot.”

His arms tighten further around you and you smell a nice cologne in the crook of his neck, where your head is buried.

He sets you back to your feet and lifts your chin with his finger for a much more gentle, passionate kiss, that you accept happily. His hand rests gently on your hip.

“You’re the best thing that coulda ever happened to a weirdo like me,” Raph’s forehead is pressed down against yours, with closed eyes.

“You’re better,” you counter. He gives your hip a squeeze, “Let’s be something. Even if it’s hard.”

He chuckles.

“Nothin’ I can’t handle, Sunshine.”

You’re both right where you belong, centimeters away from each other, smiling like idiots, and finally off that steep cliff that’s been taunting you for months. Raph is your home, and you’re his, far out of that little kitchen window.

A Polaroid click behind you just makes you shake your head with a flustered grin.

“Mikey, are you shittin me right now?”

You can hear his little brother shuffle back into whatever shadow he came from, laughing along with the rest of the party that's hidden away.

“Fuckin idiot.”

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It makes me sad that people still don’t know what Mikey’s ‘thing’ is.

I was watching Tales and they flat out have someone asks what his thing is if Leo is the Leader, Raph is the tough one and Donnie is the smart one.

I see people asking to this day what his role on the team is.

I remember a review when Rise came out asking if all the characters are funny party dudes, what makes Mikey stand out?

It drives me cuckoo with a side of bananas.

Yes,Mikey is the Goof off, yes he’s the jokester, yes he’s the chill one but he’s so so much more than that.

Across every iteration of Tmnt, there has always been a major trait unique to Mikey.

His heart!

Mikey is the HEART.

The most empathetic of the brothers,

the most emotionally intelligent.

The one always willing to reach out and help someone

Even if he has to go against his own FATHER!

The sunshine in the dark!

The emotional center!

HOW DO PEOPLE NOT KNOW THIS! HOW IS THIS NOT THE MOST OBVIOUS THING EVER?!

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Everyone else: *on the floor dying of laughter*

"Oh come on, was the bowtie really necessary?"

Everyone else: 💀

Yall....look at this sweet boy

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Happy Valentine's Day! Have some low quality Valentine cards because I forgot to prepare something for today 😅💕

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Okay, okay 😍 Bay!Raph, small drabble, 🌻 accidental confession with female reader (she/her) please and thank you!! 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Oops... (Bayverse! Raphael x Fem! Reader)

Of course!! Thank you for being my first request <33 [sorry it's a bit short!]

[prompts ~ 🌻, Bayverse! Raph]

Raphael hadn't even meant to say the words. Embarrassingly enough, they just slipped, something out of the ordinary for the usually quick-witted and flirtatious turtle.

While you were leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and a toothy grin overtaking your features, raph struck up a conversation.

It started out simple enough, something along the lines of why you were hiding a gigantic container of goldfish on top of the fridge, which led to some savory flirting that upcurled the ninja's scarred lip. He relished in the way you stated put, seeming unflustered and quick with your comebacks.

"Whaddya mean by that?" Raph questioned, one brow ridge arching with mischievous curiosity.

"Listen, Red, all I'm saying, is that you just dont have the best... Taste in women."

He scoffed, toned shoulders moving with the force of his breath.

"Oh yeah," he challenged, "And who's to say, except you? I think you'll disagree."

"I'd be willing to bet that the girl you've got a crush on has nothing on these looks."

His chest rumbled with laughter when you struck a dramatic pose, hand landing on your outplaced hip and flipping your hair.

"Hm, then I'm willing to prove that yer wrong, stinker. I've got my work cut out for me."

"Oh? I don't like her."

"Oh but ya do. Hard for you to hate yerself."

It took Raphael a little less than 3 seconds (and your baffled face) to realize whatt he'd said.

Oops...

He didn't know what he was expecting your reaction to be, but it most certainly not a wide smile and the wiggling of eyebrows, masking a flustered expression. You shuffled closer with a grin.

"Oh... Maybe I do like her then."

The turtle coughed nervously, averting his emerald eyes from yours when you nudged his more-than-muscular arm. What was he supposed to say? Thankfully he didn't need to think of anything else, since you'd already began speaking.

"Well then I think you'd be happy with my taste in men too, Red. Unless you hate yourself."

His eyes went wide, glancing at the smug expression on your face, and was soon after left speechless when you pecked a kiss against the side of his scaly face.

[yay! thank you for being my first request lovely! i just adore writing these cute little drabbles!]

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He is so hot it hurts (I just had to start with that and get it out of the way)

You've been with Raphael long enough to recognize the look. You know, that look he gives you when he wants to sneak you off somewhere private and have his way with you.

How someone can be so big and strong and rough and yet have such a sweet, caring look in his eyes as he pounds deeper and deeper into you still bewilders you, but Raphael is capable of just that.

Everything this mutant does oozes sex, from the way he sways from side to side when he walks due to his size, to his green eyes quietly observing you, waiting until you're both finally alone with each other. The fact that he'll often work out in front of you only adds to this.

The first few times you were intimate with each other, he would try not to be on top for fear of hurting you. Eventually, he gained more confidence and started taking more control once he realized you could handle it.

Once he gains confidence and knows he won't hurt you, Raphael loves to take charge and be dominant. Lucky for you, he's very generous even in his dominance.

Yes, he has a size kink. He finds it both very endearing and incredibly sexy that you're so much smaller than him. It makes him feel capable of protecting you from any harm, while also being capable of making your toes curl while you moan out his name.

Raph is an absolute sucker for dresses, skirts, and mini-skirts. If you're wearing any type of skirt, he will leave it on you during sex. He loves getting under your skirt and eating you out while the fabric covers his head.

One time you wore short-shorts in front of him. That was the one time he actually ripped fabric off of you.

Growls and bares his teeth during sex. It's hot as fuck.

Raph is also really vocal. He doesn't moan, but aside from the growls, he'll often grunt and whisper things in your ear.

He's the king of dirty talk, and he exploits that just as you're reaching your climax, making it feel all the better.

You just love hearing that gruff voice telling you how pretty you look and how good you're doing.

Raph is able to sneak in multiple quickes per day - or night - if he happens to be busy with other things.

Speaking of quickies, Raph can make you feel amazing even if he doesn't have all the time on his hands. The fact that he's so big usually means he doesn't need to work his way very long with you to have you squirming.

Absolutely has the stamina to pull an all-nighter. His strength makes it so that he doesn't need much time to recover after he cums, and he can usually keep going unless you tell him you need to rest.

Raphael loves doing it in a variety of positions, and he usually prefers being behind you, whether it's doggy-style or both of you lying on your sides.

His favor for this kind of positions means you aren't always making eye contact during sex, so whenever you're doing it missionary or any other pose that lets you gaze into those pretty green eyes of his, you cherish it.

You've found that whenever Raph's making eye contact with you, his grunts will have a slightly higher pitch, and a few moans will escape him too.

As for how he holds you, Raph will usually have a sweet grip cupping your jaw and neck while he stabilizes himself with his other arm, be it holding your body or whatever surface you're doing it on.

And yes, he will do it in places beside the bed. If they're unusual spots, it'll add to the excitement - just so long as you're both fully in private.

Whatever and wherever you're doing it, Raphael knows just how to angle you to hit the right spot.

Raph knows you like his arms, and if you're ever on top, he positions you so you can be holdings his biceps the whole time.

He is also great at eating you out - trust that he knows how to use his tongue and his lips to make you writhe. He can move his tongue at a fast pace, and he knows to lift the hood of the clit to make the stimulation even better. Even a vibrator wouldn't do as good a job as Raph does.

Raphael will easily get drunk on your cunt, and he'll often get carried away, making you cum multiple times before he even comes up for air. Oral sex form him is mindblowing, and even more so whenever you're up for a little overstim.

Raph also likes to pair eating you out with fingering. His fingers are much longer and thicker than the average human, and it fills him with pride to know he can literally finger you like no man could.

It's not unusual for you to wind up flustered, sweaty, and breathless from foreplay alone with Raphael.

Because he knows he's a lot to handle (pun intented), Raphael checks in on you often and makes sure you're doing okay.

He usually opts to keep the bandana on during sex - he knows you like how he looks in it, but also, it makes him feel more confident.

Despite liking sex more on the rough/dirty side, always passionate and exciting, Raphael loves the soft moments too. Your sighs, each time a little "I love you" escapes you in the middle of it, or the times when your fingertips will gently graze the scar above his lip or the outlines of his tattoos... he doesn't admit it out loud, but those little details blow Raph away.

He loves to leave hickeys and bite marks, especially in places where your clothes will hide them. He never bites too hard, though - this is just another area in which he's very careful never to hurt you.

100% a booty man. He loves grabbing onto your thighs and ass, and if he can see the way your skin turns red after he's been gripping long enough, it turns him on near the point of blackout.

That doesn't mean he's not a fan of your breasts! Especially post-sex, Raph loves to lay his head on your chest and feel how soft and warm you are.

A lot of your best sessions have been post-workout. Raph is very physical and works out a lot to keep shape, and inevitably, he's reeled you in for some workouts too (side note, you've never been able to lift heavier dumbbells than now that you're with him). He spots you and corrects your posture, making for plenty of excuses to hold you and be up close with you while you're both sweaty and grunting, which often leads with you two rushing to a room to finish the job, or doing it there on the bench next to the weights if you're alone.

It had been a very busy week for you, and you still weren't done. You'd wound up taking most of your work to the lair, and you had your eyes glued to your books and your reports for the majority of the time. Other times, Raph would head over to your place, but it would be much the same during the busy points of the month. As much as you agreed that you desperately needed some time to cool off, you could only focus on so many things at a time, but you knew you shouldn't have underestimated your boyfriend's resolve.

Your apartment was quiet, ideal for finishing the amount of work you had. You stared at the report in front of you feeling beads of sweat forming on your forehead and your sternum underneath your shirt. It was the last state, just a matter of checking that all the numbers matched and it was good to send, but the heat between your legs was getting harder to ignore. Your lips curved into a giggle, and finally, your breath hitch and a tiny moan escaped you. It was funny, in a way, that you had even thought you'd be able to have Raph working his way with you and succeed in checking your reports at the same time. You probably should have just paused the report, thrown it aside and given Raph every opportunity to blow you away like he always did, but you couldn't complain about your current situation as the numbers on the screen blurred and the lines of the report phased before you.

Biting your lip, you looked down under the table where he crouched down and worked his tongue over your folds, and finally, you closed the lid of your computer and moaned fully, giving Raph the signal that you were officially all his. His eyes flashed with hunger and he smirked into your cunt, eating you out with more bravado and sending beautiful waves of pleasure down your body. You grinded your hips into him for a little extra friction, just enough to make your toes curl and your back arch on your chair as you moaned his name out. In response, Raph groaned into your flesh; the vibrations of his deep, husky voice amplified the sensations you felt, leaving you so dazed that you hardly even noticed when he pulled away for breath. When you came to your senses, Raphael was already helping you up to standing and leading you toward the bed.

"Take off that shirt and let me make you feel good," he purred into your ear, his hand tugging at the fabric that covered your upper body.

With a wink, you gave a little giggle as you pulled your shirt up over yourself and took your bra off as well, tossing it on the ground beside you. As Raphael took a seat on the bed, he couldn't help the way his eyes scanned your entire body, every curve and marking and inch of skin that made you so beautiful. He then met your gaze and took your hands as you climbed onto him, letting his hands go to grab onto his shoulders as he pulled his cock out from under his trousers, eyeing you with a seductive smirk.

"Unless there's something else you'd rather be doin'," he challenged you.

You chuckled, and you didn't even have to speak. Instead, you sank on his cock looking at him straight in the eyes, moaning softly at the way he growled in pure satisfaction. Raph smirked again at you, and he firmly grabbed your thighs, aiding you in the motion of bouncing on him, relishing in every noise you made and the feeling of your warmth surrounding him.

"Thought so, babe," Raph purred. "Thought so."

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No warnings, light angst

He lands softly on the rooftop and makes his way down the fire escape. He's late. Caught by a stupid gang scuffle, it's already almost dawn. He still needs to see you.

He grips the window, sliding it open almost silently. The apartment is dark, and he can only see by the ambient light of the city. He slides the window shut and turns to find you, asleep, on the couch. His movements practiced and silent, he's probably the only person in the world who can move around without waking you up, his brothers included.

He looks down at you, a velvet affection filling him. A whisper of gratitude so soft he can't help but just stare for a moment. You are so beautiful. He inhales, deeply, and reaches for the blanket laid across the back of the couch, one of his, in a deep forest green. Unfolding it, he drapes it gently over your sleeping form. It settles into the peaks and valleys of your body. In the almost-year he's known you, you've become his whole world.

He really wanted to see you this morning. Not for any particular reason, it's just been a few days, and he accepted a while ago that he can't go more than a few days without seeing you. He needs you like a junkie. Every moment with you destroys him, but he'd cross oceans.

He adjusts the blanket gently as it slips down your shoulder, his cold scales brushing your warm skin, and almost shivers. His hand passes over a broken line of light that slashes across your back, and his focus shifts from you as it glints off a few scales on the back of his hand. The rest is marked by scar and injury, and what isn't is stained by the city. His jaw tightens as he turns away. He should have at least washed his hands before touching you, but he couldn't help it. He was drawn to you, like always, like a sun.

A small hand slips into his as he takes a step toward the window, and he stops. His hand instinctively closes around yours, and he turns to find you looking up at him sleepily, your hair slightly disheveled. As the warm, ambient light of the city glitters in your soft eyes, he's caught in them, and lost.

Your lips part, and you soundlessly whisper one word.

"Stay..."

His breath seizes in his chest. He glances toward the window, seeing the pitch dark of pre-morning shifting into slate blue at the horizon.

"I can't..." He whispers, painfully, turning his gaze to yours. It hurts, having to say no. Having to say he can't. Having to flee from the sunlight like some horrifying nightbound monster.

Your only response is a gentle pull on his hand, and he has to swallow down the sudden desire to fall to his knees beside you and stay forever. By some miracle, he manages to hold his ground.

"Y/N, it's almost morning," he says, every word a shard that sinks deep into his chest. I'm sorry...

His resolve almost breaks when your soft hand slips from his and slides under the couch cushion you've been using as a pillow. Your eyes close and you settle under the blanket. He watches you for a few moments as the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest deepens and you drift back to sleep.

When he can finally pull himself away, he stands outside the window, hands braced on the fire escape, and draws a shuddering breath. He looks up into sky, now shifting from light pollution to simply light, as if it might hold some kind of clarity. There's a need in him like nothing he's ever known, but there no where to go with it. It just eats at him like acid, and some nights, it feels as though, by morning, there will be nothing left.

But the slate blue has consumed the black and a new spectrum begins to bloom, slowly, above. He was supposed to be underground half an hour ago.

His eyes fall closed and he draws another deep breath, pulling himself together for the run home.

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