#raph fluff

[ducky-died-inside]

Knight In Turtle Armor: Raph (rottmnt) x Depressed Fem Reader

Summary: You weren't trying to hurt yourself.

Genre: hurt/comfort

Notes: this was a request from my discord server, so yeah. This one has heavy themes, so stay safe out there!

Warnings: self harm, crying, kind of hospitalization?, blood, knife

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You weren't hurting yourself. 

You weren't trying to at least. You were just trying to see what would happen, how it would feel. It was never your intention to make it a habit. However, whenever you flicked the small blade across your skin, leaving it scared and bleeding, you felt a sense of relief pass through you. After all, why should you be here when your parents died and you didn't? What did they do that you didn't that made the universe decide that they should go? Why didn't that car accident take you too?

You had sworn off the knife a long time ago, flicking it closed and throwing it into a locked drawer. You found a friend in April O'Neil, meeting her during the short two week period when she had worked with you before getting fired for accidentally destroying the back half of the store. However, you exchanged numbers before she left, and she dragged you out of the depths of your despair. Soon, she trusted you enough to introduce you to her friends. When she took you to meet them, you were surprised to be in the sewers, but that was explained as soon as you saw them. It turns out, they were mutants, specifically turtles.

There was Raphael, Donatello, Leonardo, and Michelangelo, and all four of them had been mutated with a different species of turtle. Raph was a Snapping Alligator Turtle, Donnie was a Soft-Shell Turtle, Leo was a Red-Eared Slider, while Mikey was a Box Turtle. They welcomed you with open arms, as soon as April confirmed you were trustworthy.

They noticed the scars on your arms, and questioned them. When you told them the story of your parents death, they were immediately sympathetic and vowed to never let you get pulled down so far that you feel the need to unlock the drawer. Raph was especially sweet, always making sure you got enough sleep or ate three meals a day, but you tried not to read too much into it. But there were also hugs that lasted a bit longer, or glances that seemed to be filled with more than just friendship. There were soft looks and 'get home safely' 's and an overwhelming sense of safety when you were around him. You weren't going to lie and say that it wouldn't be nice if he liked you, but you wanted to know before jumping into anything.

One day, you felt everything rush into you all at once. All the pain from the years, all the guilt penetrated your entire being and you couldn't get out of bed. Your phone dinged with texts from April and the boys, but you didn't even reach for your phone. The only thing that you could get out of bed to do was grab the key. You unlocked the drawer and took out the knife, flicking it open and placing it on your arm. You hesitated before pressing the blade down, admiring the way your blood dripped down the side of your arm. You took it off, only to press it back down again. 

You repeated the process until you realized just how much damage you had done to your arm and you threw the knife to the side. Blood dripped to the floor as you got an old shirt from your closet and pressed it onto your arm to stop the bleeding. It immediately turned a deep shade of red.

You stumbled over to your bedside table, picking up your phone and dialing the first person on your contact list. It was Raph. He picked up the phone almost immediately, his voice smothered with concern. "Y/N! Are you okay? We've been trying to get to you all day!"

You breathed heavily into the phone, feeling light-headed. "I think I went a little too far this time, Raph. I need help."

"Y/N? What do you mean? Do you need someone to get you?"

His words drifted through your ears, spots spreading across your vision. "I need help."

You weren't able to say anything else, your vision going completely black. The last thing you heard was Raph calling your name.

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This was not good. 

After trying to reach you for almost a whole day, Raph was getting especially worried that something was wrong. April and his brothers were all freaking out, about to go and storm your apartment when his phone rang. He saw it was you and immediately answered it. "Y/N? Are you okay? We've been trying to reach you all day!"

Everyone else in the room went silent and he heard breathing on your side of the line. "I think I went a little too far this time, Raph." Your voice sounded broken."I need help."

Raph's worry spiked. "Y/N? What do you mean? Do you need someone to get you?"

"I need help."

"Y/N? Y/N?!"

You didn't respond, and Raph hung up the phone. "We need to get to her. I'm not sure what happened, but it doesn't sound good."

Everyone's faces paled, especially April's. "What did she say?"

Raph gulped. "She said she thought she went too far." Tears pricked behind his eyes as he thought about what that meant. He knew you had had problems with self harm in the past, and he should've been keeping a closer eye on you. "We need to go get her."

They left the lair, grabbing bandages and anything else they might need to help you. To Raph, most of the way there was a blur, his thoughts racing. What if we're too late? What if we can't help her? What if I can't tell her I love her? 

They arrived at your apartment, opening the window and stepping inside. The sight that greeted them was gruesome, blood soaking the ground. You were unconscious, your left arm a mangled mess of blood. Raph gasped, immediately scooping you up off the ground and into his arms. "Where should we take her?" He asked.

"We can't go to a hospital, but we have stuff to at least stop the bleeding here, and then we can go back to the lair where I can be sure she's alright." Donnie replied, placing a hand on Raph's shoulder. "She will be okay. We're going to fix her arm, and then we won't let anything like this happen again."

Raph just nodded, too numb to say anything. On the way back to the lair, the only thing he could think about was how cold you already were. When they got back, he was the first one into the lair, immediately rushing to the medical bay. Donnie came in after him, and shooed him out of the room so that he could work on healing you.

Raph felt everything in his body start to shut down and he sat on the floor next to the door while he waited. He couldn't hear much from behind the door besides Donnie muttering medical terms under his breath. At some point, he called for Leo to come in and help with stitches, but that felt like hours ago and his two brothers still hadn't come out.

After what felt like an entire day, Donnie and Leo came out of the room. There was blood spattered on their hands, but they came out with relieved smiles. Raph stood up like a shot. "Is she okay?"

Leo nodded. "Yeah. She's okay."

Raph thanked his two brothers and stepped into the room. You were sleeping on the bed, a peaceful smile on your face and tight bandages around your left arm. He sat next to you and grabbed your hand tightly, even though he knew it might be a while before you woke up.

"Hey, Y/N. I know you might not hear this, but I am so glad you're okay. You've brought so much to my life, and I don't know what I would do without you. I'd probably go Savage Raph or something." He rubbed the back of his head. "I think I'll probably tell you this again when you wake up, but I need to do it now before I chicken out." He took a deep breath. "I love you, Y/N. I love you, and it hurts so much to see you like this, and I wish I had been there to stop it." He put his head in his free hand, not wanting to see you so broken anymore.

"I wish you had been there too." 

His head snapped up at your voice and you gave him a weak smile. "Hey there, Red."

He gave you a watery smile back. "Hey." He pulled you into as tight a hug as he could while being careful himself. "i thought I lost you."

"Me too." You said. "I thought I was lost, but you saved me, my knight in turtle armor."

He laughed, crying into your shoulder. "Don't scare me like that ever again, Y/N."

You hugged him back, grasping his shell tightly. "I don't ever plan to."

[sarathrwizard]

Saw your post about how reckless Leo could be in a wheelchair. And I was thinking about what if they had the lair games while he was in the wheelchair and tried to compete with it 😆

Tried and Won! Bro's talented! :)

Thank you for the idea! It was really fun to draw! Lord bless you!

For @amy-the-ninja-turtle

[sweeneydino]

Wonder what their names will be.

[hotheadedhero]

Like 'em Big

AN: I have so many stories to write but I had to do this. Blaming being sick, m'kay? Fever has got me bad and these meds got me loopy. Thinking we need some good, silly fun in our lives, right? Plus, now that I've watched Rise, I'm hungry for some big Raph appreciation. I know I ain't the only one

Part 2

All characters are aged up

Raphael x Reader

Warnings: near peril, easily smitten, possible errors due to fever (what kind of fever is up for deliberation🥴)

Cutting right to the chase. You like big dudes. That doesn't necessarily mean muscles, either. You just love you a big man - someone with a bit of something-something to them. More to love, you know? Given your track record with the greater world, it shouldn't be all that much of a mystery. Cats? Get yourself a tiger that you can cuddle into. Jumpers? Comfort central, baby. Beds? If you can't spread eagle then you see no point. The old-age saying does declare that the bigger the better, so who are you to disagree? How true that is may be up for debate but it’s merely as simple as understanding what your preferences are.

However, this makes dating a difficult ballpark to play in. No matter how tall, jacked, or voluptuous someone is, it never feels like enough. Human biology and genetics can only go so far in the conceivably possible sense. You just want to be absolutely engulfed when you get a hug. Is that such a crime? Apparently, it is. Unfortunately, you also seem to come across the worst jerks when you attempt to date within this set of criteria. One might argue it's your karmic justice for being so superficial and picky but a woman has needs. Not those kinds of needs, either. Get your head out of the gutter.

All hope seems lost and after yet again, another failed date, you decide to call it in for the evening and make your way home. A fresh failure and another wonderful outfit gone to waste. By no means is it anything flashy but you put a lot of work into it: pencil skirt, turtle neck sweater, and a nice pair of boots to compliment the look. The whole shebang! All of that effort for nothing. This is the last time you spend three hours doing your hair and makeup. Block after block, your feet grow heavier with every step. What you would give to come across a mountain-like man you can climb who is also a kindred spirit. Perhaps this dream guy will forever be that - a dream. Men like that don't just fall out of the sky.

"Look out!!"

The sudden shout almost scares you into tripping over and you look behind yourself, wishing you hadn’t. Two very large, very dangerous-looking figures entangled in battle, those of which are approaching your helpless little self. You quickly duck as the giants hurdle over you. One falls on its side whilst the other claws and skids against the ground, regaining its balance. It shakes its head and locks onto you, a guttural snarl rumbling past its jowls. Such a creature is surely from the stuff of nightmares. An indescribable nightmare whose sights are set on you. The smart option would be running away but it's as though your shoes have melted into the pavement. Pawing into the tarmac, the beastly thing growls and lunges for you. Great. This is how you die: torn limb from limb by a demon dog. Well, assuming your clothes join you, at least you’ll look like a total babe in the afterlife.

"Oh no ya’ don't," the other one yells from behind the predator, grabbing it by its tail. “Pretty ladies are not food!”

With a mighty tug, he pulls it back and swings it as far away from you as possible. You release a shaky breath, legs trembling beneath you. That was far too close for comfort. The fight isn’t quite over, however. Just as it approaches him, the green goliath swivels on his feet, full 180, and whacks the creature's jaw with a closed fist. His speed alone has you in awe but the force is astounding, practically earth-shattering. It completely knocks the air around you and pushes you onto your backside.

When the dust clears, the first thing you see is your saviour panting, his spiky shell(?) pointed towards you. Just past him in the distance, you notice three more figures in blue, purple, and orange taking a closer look at the unconscious tyrant. You swear one of them pokes at it with a stick. Witnessing strange beings such as this isn't entirely new. Anyone who's watched Chateau Pretenche knows about the celebrity chef turning into a grotesque pigman. To describe it in one word? Horrifying. It's just whether people choose to believe it genuinely happened or if these bizarre entities exist. Being up close and personally observing it now puts your scepticism in check.

As the humanoid turtle calms, he turns to face you, recapturing your attention. A red mask sits over his eyes and there’s a noticeable snaggle tooth poking past his upper lip. Typically, the prerogative is keeping out of sight but it’s much too late for that. He gradually advances towards you. You watch him warily and he keeps his movements slow for that very reason. It wouldn’t be a shock if you were to try and make an escape. He wouldn’t blame you. Currently, all he wants to do is make sure you weren’t hurt during that fiasco provided you don’t suddenly come out of your bewilderment and run off. You have good reason to but he just saved you. Either that or he’s as ravenous as that beast and wants you all to himself. The irrational conclusion remains as such - irrational - when he descends to one knee and outstretches a hand. There’s an irrefutable kindness in his eyes; a caring nature that can’t be replicated in the face of savage brutes.

"You okay?" he asks.

You continue to gawk without a word but, bit by bit, you reach out for his offer. Your fingers lightly trace the centre of his palm before comfortably trusting the proposal. His hand engulfs yours completely and Raph hopes to mercy that you don’t realise how sweaty he’s getting. He can feel his heart beating like crazy. He wonders how much of that is the adrenaline from the fight and how much of it is being in the presence of such a beautiful gal. As he helps you to your feet, he rises to his own. Someone of his stature shouldn’t be capable of being this delicate but he is. It has you running through a loop and you unintentionally stare at the remarkable behemoth.

Quite pathetically, you nod, unable to verbally respond to his question. How can you? You are effectively starstruck. Once you gloss over the turtle-y features, all you see is the sheer size of him as he towers over you. Height, width, the magnitude of those arms! All of it is glorious. You can hear the universe asking, “You want a big man, huh? How about one who isn’t human?” to which you answer, “Who gives a damn?”. If the only way a man can be this big is not to be human, so be it.

Amidst a whisper, your mouth moves on its own, "You're beautiful."

"What?"

"Huh?" Blinking out of your trance, you realise what you’ve said and giggle sheepishly, "I mean, you're be... ba... booming! Totally awesome with the whole- uh... saving thing." Nailed it. 

He blinks right back down at you. This is certainly a first. He can feel his face heating up and he withdraws his hand lest you endure the wrath of his bashfulness, opting to hold the back of his head. At this moment, he seems to look anywhere but you.

"Heh. Gee, thanks." His humility is adorable and you’re glad he doesn’t question your initial statement. He turns to you once more, regaining some composure. "You sure you're okay, though? That thing was pretty scary looking."

It’s clear that you haven’t sustained any physical injuries but even bearing witness to something so unsightly can have lasting effects on one's mind. His brows furrow gently in concern down at you and it occurs to you that there’s a soft heart under all of that shell and muscle. Bonus points. This makes you smile for the first time in front of him and Raphael is sure that the streetlights got brighter.

You laugh fondly, “Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you.” Twiddling your fingers, your lips purse up in his direction.  “Is there any way I can repay you?”

He places his hands on his hips and chuckles cutely, “Just doing my duty, ma’am.”

He may be indulging in his alter ego - the Red Angel of Preventing Harm - but it’s not every day he gets paid thanks when he saves someone. It’s also not every day he gets to save such a pretty woman, either. You, however, can’t just leave it at that. There must be some way in which you can properly thank him. Ulterior motives include getting to know this already loveable lug better but shh. It feels like the odds are finally turning in your favour and you won’t let this slip away from your grasp. That’s when it hits you.

Muttering under your breath, you erratically search through the confines of your little handbag. You are certain that you had one in here somewhere. In the spare pocket maybe? Ah! Found it. Fumbling to take the lid off of your pen, you hold out your hand, gesturing for his. He slowly complies, to which you jot down a series of digits on his palm accompanied by your name and a tiny 'x'. 

"Gimme a text sometime," is the last thing he hears before you disappear around a corner.

Oh? Oh. Ohhh. Wow. Getting your number is the last thing he expected. Did he get hit on the head during that scuffle or something? Was everything from the last few minutes a dream? He bores holes into the writing on his skin, scanning it over and over, scared that it’ll disappear if he so much as blinks. A dumb, wobbly smile not so gracefully decorates his lips as he trudges back to the turtle tank. He takes his seat but it’s obvious that he isn’t all there. Being so caught up in his rose-tinted bubble, he doesn’t register his brothers' voices. In an effort to gain his attention, Michelangelo jumps onto his shoulder, partly intrigued by what their leader is so absorbed by.

"Oh me gosh!” the young brother screams in shrill excitement, “Raph's in love!"

Careful not to smudge the neat ink, he’s quick to hide his hand against his chest. "That's crazy talk!”

Donatello sniffs the air and mockingly covers his nose. "The overwhelming manifestation of your nervous stink indicates otherwise, dear brother."

"I got a girl’s number!” he continues to defend, feeling his face go all kinds of red. “'Course, I'm nervous but that don’t mean I’m in love."

Lies and slander. It was practically love at first sight. He just doesn’t like the idea of his brothers knowing that. It’s easy pickings to be made fun of.

"Don't worry, Big Red. Lucky for you, you got a guy who knows all about the charm." Leonardo points both thumbs at himself as he falls back into his seat and props his legs up on the dashboard. "First, you just need to..."

The "helpful" advice drowns out as the large snapper opens and gazes at his palm again. He just can't comprehend how a gorgeous individual such as yourself could take one look at him and give him your number. It's puzzling but he supposes there’s a first for everything? That also doesn't mean he won't text you. The only thing getting in the way of that is fear. Raphael thinks he’d rather go toe-to-toe with that mutant dog again than have to face the risk of embarrassing himself. To anyone who knows him, it’s no surprise that he caves under pressure. No. He will do it! A chance like this is one in a million.

Oh boy. What could possibly go wrong?

[pacoholin]

"would you kill for your partner?"

Everyone: no

Donnie: * grab Y/N by the shoulders and look at them dead in the eyes*

Donnie: "I would watch cities burn for you, I would start genocide for you, I would commit arson for you and you don't even have to ask. I would do what ever it takes!"

Leo:..... have you not already committed arson before you knew them?

Donnie: "shush I'm trying to express my affection"

[popcat69]

Incorrect Tmnt quotes

Mikey: What does 'take out' mean? Donnie: Food. Leo: Dating Raph: Murder Y/n: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

Donnie: Favourite horror movie?

Mikey: It

Raph: Saw

Leo: Annabelle

Y/n: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

Leo: Croissants: dropped

Raph: Road: works ahead

Y/n: BBQ sauce: on my titties

April: Shavacado: fre

Mikey: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

Donnie:

Donnie: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

Y/n: Change is inedible.

Donnie: Don't you mean inevitable?

Y/n, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Mikey: Hey Donnie,

Donnie: Yes?

Mikey: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Donnie:

Donnie: Where’s Y/n?

Donnie: April isn’t answering their phone

Y/n: I’ll call

Donnie: Casey and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

April: Hello?

Y/n: Top 30 reasons why y/n is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you!

Raph: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

Mikey: I'm incredibly fast at maths.

Y/n: Alright, what's 30x17?

Mikey: 47

Y/n: That's not even close.

Mikey: But it was fast.

Donnie: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?

Raph: Nope, absolutely not.

Leo: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through.

Mikey: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.

Casey: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.

Y/n: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Splinter: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Leo: ...I did. I broke it.

Splinter: No. No you didn't. Mikey?

Mikey: Don't look at me. Look at Y/n.

Y/n: What?! I didn't break it.

Mikey: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Y/n: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Mikey: Suspicious.

Y/n: No, it's not!

Raph: If it matters, probably not, but April was the last one to use it.

April: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Raph: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

April: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Raph!

Leo: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, person A.

Splinter: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Raph: Splinter... Donnie’s been awfully quiet.

Donnie: rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Splinter, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Splinter: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Splinter:

Splinter: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

'Can I copy the homework?'

Donnie: I can help you with it!

April: Yeah, sure.

Y/n: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Raph: lol nope.

Mikey: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Leo: *Read 5:55pm*

Leo: bitches b like “im baby” but have childhood trauma and neglect like wtf do u know about being baby u were forced to grow up from an early age anyways I’m bitches

Leo, driving y/n and April: So how was your day?

Y/n: We almost got surprise adopted!

Leo: What?

April: We almost got kidnapped.

Leo: Oh, okay.

Leo: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

[obsessedwrhys]

I would like to request being sickly sweet/mushy with ROTTMNT Leo- I'm talking always kissing, cuddling, holding hands, giggling, holding/carrying each other around and even using the most dramatic names (mostly to mess with the rest of the Hamato family- April included) ie. Calling each other shmoopie poo and stuff like that

LOVESICK!LEO DATING HEADCANONS

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ major fluff, lots of cheesy stuff, reader is fem!! (I love this ask sm)

To put it together, you both act like those highschool sweethearts.

One wouldn't be seen without the other, everyone just immediately sees you two as a pair that does everything together.

The dates would be so over the top too.

The most recent one would be when he prepared a dinner date on top of a musuem so you guys could enjoy the view. The place completely decorated with flowers and fairy lights.

Ya'll would definitely have matching things. It doesn't matter if it's a bracelet, necklace or onesie. You both just have the urge to have something that reminds you of the other person.

Which comes easily that you'd own something of his and him having something of yours.

Apparently he had given you his old bandana when he had gotten a new one. Instead of leaving it lying around to catch dust, you decided to use it as a ribbon for a hairtie. Trust that the first time he saw you with it, dude was levitating with heart eyes.

For him, you had gifted him a scarf. He was on cloud nine when he got it because it was entirely your scent. He would smell it every now and then or just wear it when you'd be busy with your daily tasks. It brings him comfort.

That's why everytime you visited after a long time, he'd completely shower you with cuddles and kisses. He doesn't really care if his family sees. Boy is just overjoyed to finally spend time with you again.

Even though his family are happy for him. They honestly wished he could tone it down a bit.

That's because he wouldn't even focus during patrols or missions because he'd just be talking about you. It drives his brothers nuts sometimes.

"Aw man! I forgot to tell (Y/N) goodnight!" Leo panicked.

"We're fighting off a huge squid monster and THATS your concern?!!" Donnie shouted while fending off one of the tentacles.

To be clear, the family doesn't hate you, they are actually welcoming towards you. It's just HIM they find annoying.

It got even worse when they overheard the petnames you both had for each other.

Ranging from petnames such as Booboo Bear to my little ketchup packet (???)

It's worst when he says them in a baby voice towards you.

"Here's your food! I got it all for my shnookums wookums" He'd say as he caresses your face.

Since he's so in love with you, he's willing to give you piggyback rides and carry you around the lair. He's so dramatic with it too.

"Make way!!! The queen is headed to the kitchen!!" He'd shout, making your grand entrance known to everyone nearby.

He has once pushed Donnie aside when he wouldn't move out of the way.

Also, Leo enjoys kissing you a lot. I'm just saying 🤷🏻‍♀️

His favourite spots to kiss you would be easily your cheeks. He finds them super cute that he wishes he would just leave his lips on there forever.

If you happen to have a mole on your face or anywhere on your body, he's kissing it, that's cause he sees it as a marking for him.

One thing I wanna say is that you two happen to have this weird habit of acting out scenes from any tv series you guys would watch together.

It catches the family off guard sometimes because you guys would just break into character out of nowhere.

Scenario ↴

"Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, could you pass me the salt?" You'd ask and Leo would suddenly turn to face you with a soft smirk.

"Oh my sugar-plum, here you go, just the way you love it" He'd say in a more dramatic voice as he hands it to you.

"Uh oh..."

"Oh, you know me so well. A little sprinkle of love… and salt" You'd say, sprinkling the salt into your soup.

"I always do sprinkle a little bit of extra salt in your life, you know... to keep things exciting" He winks at you which earns a disgusted groan out of his brother.

"Uuugggh!! C'mon!!!"

"Don't get carried away now cuppy-cake. I still want you to enjoy our lovely soup" You'd say, feeding him a spoonful that he drinks with a satisfied hum.

"It's perfect... just perfect. We must celebrate this!! To eternal love, salted and peppered!!" Leo would say, holding up his drink, pretending it was wine as he takes a huge gulp from it.

"You guys need help and I mean serious help" April said, pointing her spoon at both of you.

It's always fun to act it out (only for you two) because it would end with you and him bursting into laughter everytime.

Last thing I wanna add is that Leo definitely prepares the bed before you guys cuddle.

He always make sure everything is in place. The pillows, the blankets, some squishmallows, whatever it is that you need!!!

Honestly? He is 100% a loverboy.

[strawb3rrystar]

I wonder how the bayverse turtles would react to his s/o just chomping on them to show love

Like just

*turtle and reader sitting cuddling on the couch, turtles arm basically softly putting reader in a headlock*

Turtle is watching a random ass show probably forged in fire or smth

Reader is reading a book

and then reader just chomps his arm

Like hard enough to leave an indent and give him slight pain (I have sharp teeth I’m not projecting tho)

And I just wonder how the turtles would react

-🦶 (Mysterious foot ninja)

Ps can reader be gender neutral 🥺

Love bites.

Pairing: Bayverse! Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo x GN! Reader

Warnings: Biting, but in a fluffy way

Word count: 265

✰Masterlist

Leonardo's instincts kick in, because after years of training and living with his brothers, that happens. Will actually put you in a headlock for a few seconds. Your life probably flashes before your eyes at that moment. After he calms down and realizes what's happening, he'll apologize so much. Like, he'll start begging for your forgiveness if you don't respond within five seconds.

Raphael will try to bite back. Because, bitch?? Tf?? Why are you biting?? He'll grab your arm and just almost clamp his jaw down into your flesh. But he pulls away at the last second, knowing how bad of an idea that would be. He'll tell you that you're lucky it didn't actually hurt him. And he warns you to never, ever bite him again.

Donatello won't react, like at all. He'll be so absorbed in his work that he doesn't notice you. When he does notice you, he still won't react. It's because he has thick skin, so it's not like much you could do cause pain to him. Will warn you not to bite anymore because it's mean. Seems more like a child being scolded more than anything.

Michaelangelo will let out a very loud scream. It echos through the sewers. Everyone rushes to see if everything is okay. When he explains the situation, everyone then gets annoyed. He'll tell you that you didn't break the skin, which confuses you on why he screamed. He screamed because he was so absorbed in his show that your sudden movement scared him. He'll probably very gently, and very lightly bite you back.

Star's notes -> I feel so, so bad how long it has taken me to get through my requests

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[orobty]

Let them be sofftttt

[cowabungacafe]

Hugging you from behind, and then taking that opportunity to tickle you 

Leonardo: Leonardo's hugs from behind are a comforting embrace, a silent reminder of his presence and affection for you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close against his chest, his touch warm and reassuring. But just when you least expect it, he takes advantage of the moment to launch a surprise attack, his fingers finding the most ticklish spots on your sides and ribs. You can't help but squeal and squirm as he tickles you mercilessly, his laughter mingling with yours as you both revel in the playful moment. To Leonardo, these moments are a chance to let loose and have fun, to share in the joy and laughter that comes with being with the one he loves.

Raphael: Raphael's hugs from behind are a protective gesture, a silent promise to always be there for you no matter what. He holds you close, his arms wrapped securely around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he nuzzles against your neck. But beneath his tough exterior lies a mischievous streak, and he can't resist the urge to sneak in a little playful tickle when you least expect it. His fingers dance across your sides and stomach, eliciting giggles and protests as you try to wriggle free from his grasp. To Raphael, these moments are a chance to share in the joy and laughter that comes with being with the one he loves, a reminder that even the toughest of turtles have a soft spot for a good tickle fight.

Donatello: Donatello's hugs from behind are a tender embrace, a silent declaration of his love and affection for you. He holds you close, his arms encircling your waist, his chin resting against the crook of your neck as he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder. But hidden beneath his calm and composed exterior is a playful side waiting to be unleashed, and he takes advantage of the moment to launch a surprise tickle attack. His fingers skitter across your sides and back, eliciting laughter and protests as you try to squirm away from his touch. To Donatello, these moments are a chance to let loose and have fun, to share in the joy and laughter that comes with being with the one he loves.

Michelangelo: Michelangelo's hugs from behind are a joyful embrace, a reflection of his playful and carefree nature. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder as he peppers your neck with playful kisses. But just when you least expect it, he takes advantage of the moment to launch a surprise tickle attack, his fingers dancing across your sides and stomach in a flurry of motion. You can't help but laugh and squeal as he tickles you mercilessly, his laughter mingling with yours as you both revel in the playful moment. To Michelangelo, these moments are a chance to share in the joy and laughter that comes with being with the one he loves, a reminder that life is meant to be enjoyed and savored to the fullest.

[matchstique]

Crafting time☀️

[aealzx]

Seeing @somerandomdudelmao just gushing about english words for hugging was just so cute to see. And my own love of language plus the knowledge that english loves to steal words made me want to do small drawings for various hug words X'DD

Obviously the meanings of each word are super nuanced, these are just the first images that came to mind when I thought of them XD And the origin's were found via just a quick google.

I'm addicted to the amount of platonic/familial affection this show has =7=

[sarathrwizard]

We have the first sneak peeks!

We all knew this moment was coming, right? It's even blue!

I Care CONTINUES!

[sweeneydino]

Uncle Mike.

He doesn't regret a single thing.

[imababblekat]

Vicarious Happiness

Anon Request, “Hi!! I love your work so much and I hope your doing wellI have a request if thats cool, it's fluffy raphael x reader(she/her) and it's like raph being all soft for once and letting his gard down and laughing and his brothers seeing this and they get all sappy”

~xXx~

It was the sounds of loud, hardy laughter that drew Leo from his once peaceful meditation. He knew that laugh and felt a familiar agitation itch at his mind, wondering what prank Raphael had pulled on Mikey this time. However, when he stepped out into the main living portion of the lair, he was quickly surprised to find the red banned turtle to not be cackling at his youngest brothers peril, but instead joyfully laughing along with you. While his laughter was louder and much deeper, no one could miss the cherry colored blush of your face as you laughed equally along. The leader of the four brothers made his way over to the kitchen, where he had spotted his two other siblings apparently watching the wholesome scene between Raph and the brothers close friend. “Donnie, you didn’t drop laughing gas again did you?”, Leo questioned with a raised brow and covering his snout. Hazel eyes glared behind self made classes. “I’ll have you know that was Casey’s fault! Also, no, I didn’t. Why do you ask?” Rolling his own eyes, Leo pointed a thumb over to where you and Raph sat close on the couch. “I ask because I’ve never seen Raph like that unless he did something. What’s up with him?” “Can’t you tell?”, Mikey jumped in with a swoon, batting non-existent lashes at Leo, “What’s up with Raph is (y,n)!” Leo scoffed, shoving Mikey out of his personal space as the other wiggled his brows. “Wait, are you guys serious? I know the two are close, but Raph like that? No way!” The two youngest brothers only smirked at each other, Donnie then stepping over to throw an arm around Leo. “Au contraire, my dear brother. Just take a look for yourself.” Leo did, and as he took a moment to really examine the scene before him, it wasn’t long till he caught on just like Mikey and Donnie had. It was the way Raphael looked at you, as you babbled on about something random but dear to yourself. His eyes held a fondness so rarely seen for someone such as him, a softness to his gaze rather than typical annoyance. It was as though he was deaf to your words, instead memorized and taking to memory the way you shined and glowed as you spoke so excitedly. However, Leo was also sure that for you, Raph was also making an effort to remember each and every single one of the words your spoke. Your voice and tone sounding like a melody to the terrapin no doubt. His body language was also a dead give away. Rather than taut or imposingly flexed, Raph sat comfortably with an air of, dare Leo even think it, vulnerability. There was not a sense of guardedness, no such thing as what he gave even around those he considered friends. With an arm slung over the couch and just an inch from being wrapped over your shoulders, an amorous smile and wholesome gaze still on your fast talking self, it was as though in that moment you were Raphael’s entire world. A cheeky grin found its way to Leo’s face. While he was already thinking of ways to tease the broad ninja turtle later, he at the same time couldn’t help but feel a sense of joyfulness for the other. The honorary leader had always been of a realistic mindset, had always been one hundred percent certain that they would never get to experience the pleasures of normal people. While a few years younger version of him would have been skeptical and jaded of this situation, the current more mature him felt nothing but elation. He’d always expected out of any of them for Mikey to somehow end up with a human partner if anything, but seeing Raphael of all people, soft and full of passion, it truly made him happy for the brother he’d so often fight with. Glancing over to Donnie and Mikey, the fondness they each shared while also watching the deepening bond shared between you and Raphael, he had a feeling they felt the same.

~xXx~

[oozedninjas]

Confessing feelings 

Across the mutant verses!

“I like you,” he says, and it’s the only sentiment he musters the courage to articulate. Despite firm composure, the fervency of his gaze conveys what he fervently endeavors to conceal: a desperate need for your lips against his own. The anticipation for your answer is killing him. 

2003, 2007 & Bayverse Leo Last Ronin Mikey

“I- I think I feel... something for you,” It is as though he is voicing it aloud for the very first time, even if only to himself. His tone holds a faint tint of resignation that portrays his view of this confession as the doom of your friendship. There is no uncertainty in his thoughts; he fully expects a heart-stopping rejection.

2007 & Bayverse Raphael Bayverse Donatello 2012 Donatello 

“Let's go out on a date,” he offers, leaning against the wall beside you. He's sure about two things: first, if you decline, he can pass it off as playful banter or a poorly delivered joke. If you agree, it’ll be hard to hide the swirl of happiness tingling within him. Please say yes. You'll be safe, and he'll make you happy.

2003 Raph Bayverse Mikey

He consistently jests about you two dating, playfully professing his love and referring to you as an angel. It was all light banter until it wasn't. "I want to be your boyfriend! This time for real, I'm not messing around. I like you too much." 

2003 Mikey   

"Because I love you!" he blurts out, freezing instantly. Maybe the intensity of the moment loosened his tongue. His heart drops to his stomach as he realizes what he just confessed. Half of him wants to withdraw, but the part of his heart that is weary of hiding how much he craves you patiently waits. Please say something, anything...

2012 Raphael 2007 Donatello

“I have feelings for you,” he tells you as if he was unable to phrase it differently, anticipating that you, perceptive as ever, would see through his words. In all honesty, as cliché as it may sound, your hands seem to fit the contours of his heart perfectly, and he's sick of pretending he doesn't long for you to hold it.

2012 Leonardo

"I love you," he sighs, the admission transparent and radiant, unable to contain it any longer. He refrains from contemplating the consequences of such a confession, choosing to await your response before allowing thoughts of potential outcomes to intrude.

2007 and  2012 Mikey 2003 Donatello