Consent is so freaking hot omg
Title: Consent Is So Freaking Hot Omg
Fandom: TMNT: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Pairing: Rise!Leo x Reader (F!Reader) & Rise!Raph x Reader (F!Reader)
Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Boyfriend Headcanons, Consent, Healthy Relationships, Physical Touch, PDA, Leo Being Leo, Raph Being Raph, Overthinking Leo, Protective Raph, Sibling Chaos, Romantic Fluff
Warnings: Minor Anxiety/Overthinking, Mentions of Consent, Physical Affection, No Actual Harm
A.N.: Happy open the floodgates weekend babyyyy!!! This fic was supposed to be about all the turtles but I’m so incredibly busy that I literally barely had time to finish this one. I’m speed running another fic next week (maybe finishing it today if I push it enough). Anyways this fic is based on a pin I saw but couldn’t find again🥲. I know that all of the turtles are gentlemen so I wanted to explore this scenario of them at the beginning of a relationship where they literly ask for consent for everything and how it evolves with time
Conset is so freaking hot
I feel like Leo is the type of boyfriend who wants your attention soooo badly, and he believes that physical touch (any and every type of it) is the best way to remind you that he’s there. It also grounds him because it reassures him that you’re still there too. Like you’re two little magnets, always connected somehow.
He loves every little bit of PDA he can get away with because he absolutely loves showing you off.
But at the same time, he’s terrified of making you uncomfortable or coming on too strong.
So when you first start dating…
Like when he wants to hold your hand while you’re walking somewhere. Sometimes he’ll try to be subtle, brushing his hand against yours a few times, pretending it’s an accident and giving you every opportunity to pull away.
When you don’t show any sign of wanting him to stop, he’ll gently take your hand as if it’s the most natural thing in the world before quietly whispering,
He won’t even dare look at you, trying to hide the little smile tugging at his lips like he’s afraid to get his hopes up.
When you tell him it’s okay, he’ll give your hand the gentlest squeeze, almost like he’s making sure you really mean it.
If he wants to kiss you, you could practically be throwing yourself into his arms, already leaning in, and he’d still stop for just a second to ask,
It’s always soft. Almost breathless.
Every single time he asks, it makes you smile even wider than you already were. The moment barely lasts, though, because as soon as you give him permission, he’ll close the distance.
The kiss is short and sweet before he pulls away just enough to ask,
“Are you taking reviews now?”
“Well, obviously.” He rolls his eyes dramatically, unable to stop grinning. “I gotta be the best boyfriend there’s ever been.”
“It was perfect. I bet you’ll take that prize home.”
“I’ll take you home.” He smirks.
“To have the movie night I’ve been promising you,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Why? Did you have something else in mind?”
“Oh my God, shut up! You knew exactly what you were doing.”
“I did,” he admits with an exaggerated sigh as the two of you start walking back to the lair. “But seriously, you’re so easy to tease, mi amore.”
“…Is it okay if I call you that? I never actually asked what kind of nicknames you’re comfortable with.”
His voice suddenly becomes much quieter.
“Yeah, Leo. I don’t mind.” You give his hand a gentle squeeze. “Call me whatever you want.”
The confident grin immediately returns.
“So… would it be okay if I asked you to cuddle while we watch the next movie?
Conversations usually go something like that for quite a while.
The tiniest hint of hesitation from you is enough to send him into a complete overthinking spiral.
His thought process usually goes like this:
Okay… they hesitated for, like, half a second before saying yes.
Which obviously means that they either:
a) aren’t okay with physical touch anymore.
b) felt uncomfortable and want me to back off.
c) they hate me and wanna break up.
What are you even talking about?
…It’s definitely all of the above. They hate me and wanna break up because I’ve made them uncomfortable, and they aren’t okay with physical touch from me anymore.
I am a horrible boyfriend—
Oh wait, they took my hand first.
That means that they probably don’t hate me, right?
Yes, exactly. Neon Leon is the best boyfriend ever. I’m not panicking at all.
(Extremely healthy and perfect coping mechanism. Good job, Baby Blue.)
His train of thought is usually broken by a little,
from you as you squeeze his hand.
That always helps him get out of his head.
But yeah, consent is everything to him.
Ironically, Leo also comes up with the most ridiculous nicknames imaginable just to tease and fluster you.
But if you genuinely don’t like one…
He never uses it again. It’s like it never existed in the first place.
So yeah, at first Leo asks a hundred thousand million questions just to make sure you’re comfortable.
He’s trying to see your tolerance for everything, making a plan or conducting a study. (God, he almost sounds like Donnie.)
He’s mentally filing away every answer into his own personal “Perfect Boyfriend System.”
Over time, though, he slowly stops asking about the little things ,not because your consent isn’t important anymore, but because he knows you better than almost anyone, and when he’s sure of something, he doesn’t feel the need to ask anymore.
(Plus, asking permission every single time kind of ruins his sneak attacks and surprise hugs.)
“Hey,” Leo whispers, poking his head into the kitchen. “In a few minutes, I’m gonna come hug you from behind while you’re making cupcake batter. Would that be okay? I want it to be a cute surprise, but… I don’t wanna scare you.”
“How is it gonna be a surprise if you’re literally telling me?” you whisper back, as if you’re exchanging government secrets.
“Well… because I’m not hugging you right now. I’m gonna do it later, so it’s still kind of a surprise,” he says matter-of-factly.
“That almost makes sense.” You laugh.
“I kind of need, like… a verbal, actual, literal yes, babe.”
“Okay.” You laugh. “Yes. It’s perfectly fine.”
And then he sprints out of the kitchen like he was never there to begin with.
Five minutes later, you hear footsteps behind you and feel someone hugging you from behind.
You could practically hear Leo’s smirk.
“When did you come in? I didn’t even hear you.”
“Hey.” You play along, trying to hide the amused smile playing on your lips. “Just got here. I wanted to bake something for you.”
“Aww, how adorable. Mikey told me you’re making something sweet.”
“Yup. I love making little sweet treats,” you smile while prepping the ingredients.
“Well, I, for one, would love a sweet treat,” he says, his voice soft like velvet.
“Yeah? What flavor do you want? Like, did you have something in mind?”
You slightly turn your head to look at him, only to end up nose to nose with Leo, his signature smirk on full display.
“Oh, you smooth bastard.” You roll your eyes playfully, getting ready to kiss him.
“Can I kiss you?” Leo stops you, still smirking.
“Boy, if you don’t kiss me right now, I swear to Pizza Supreme I’ll kiss you first,” you say in mock anger.
“I’d happily consent.” He smiles before closing the distance.
Okay, so Raph is literally the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for. I feel like his main love language is either acts of service because he always likes helping everyone and making sure they’re okay (mother hen frfr), or quality time since he hates being alone. I think he just enjoys doing nothing with you, and while doing nothing, I bet he really enjoys cuddles and hugs. (He gives the best hugs, actually. Thanks for asking.)
So he reaaally enjoys physical touch, but on the other hand, he’s so scared.
Like, first of all, he’s scared of making you uncomfortable, obviously, but also… Raph is huge. Like, he could literally crush you kind of huge. So he’s also terrified of hurting you.
That’s why he asks for consent for everything all the time.
Think of something like this:
You and your amazing boyfriend, Raphael, are hanging out in the lair, watching some Lou Jitsu movie he’s been telling you about all week. It’s not bad, though your expectations were pretty high considering how highly Raph speaks of his father’s movies. Nevertheless, it was cute, and you could definitely see why Raph loves it so much.
“This movie is pretty neat.”
You turn toward your boyfriend on the other side of the couch only to see him staring at you, not even watching the movie.
“Would it be okay if Raph sat a little closer to you? And, like, if I put my arm around your shoulder and you leaned your head on me?” he says suddenly before immediately shutting his mouth. “…Or something like that,” he chirps.
After a second of silence, you finally register what he said, and your confused expression melts into a bright smile.
“Yeah, Raph, that would be great.”
You shuffle around for a few seconds before settling into a comfortable position and leaning into him.
Slowly but surely, you see Raph move his arm, concentrating like you might break if he moved too fast or breathed the wrong way.
You snuggle a little closer.
“If something wasn’t okay, you would tell me, right?”
“Okay… so I’m not crushing you or anything, right?”
“Nope. I’m perfectly fine.” You smile brightly.
“Great. Raph is glad to hear you say that. I want you as happy as possible.”
“I know, Raphie. But I hope you know you don’t have to ask all the time. I enjoy cuddling with you. You give the best hugs. You know that, right?”
“I know you keep telling me that, but I just wanna make sure you’re comfortable.”
“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” you coo before pecking his cheek. “Now can we please watch this movie? You said it’s your favorite.”
“Yeah…” he answers almost too fast, like his brain short-circuited.
So yeah, he’s extremely careful.
That also applies when you initiate something.
Like, if you guys are on a walk or something and you take his hand, he’ll be asking anyway.
“Am I holding on too tight?”
“I’m not making this weird, am I?”
But it’s all good because you reassure him all the time.
After a while, you get to the point where you know what he’s gonna ask and answer beforehand.
You’re getting ready to head to the store with Raph to buy some stuff you guys need for game night.
You’re almost done when you hear a knock on the door.
Raph peeks his head inside.
“Hey, so we’re leaving in like five minutes. Is that okay?”
“Great,” he says before a short pause. “Actually… I wanted to ask you something before we left…”
“Yeah, you can hold my hand on the way to the store.” You smile fondly, still focused on getting ready.
“Oh. Great… How did you know I was gonna ask that?”
“Well, because you ask me that all the time before we go out to do something,” you say matter-of-factly.
“Heh, I guess you’re right.” A small laugh escapes him. “Oh, and there’s another thing—”
“Yes, Raphie, you can kiss my cheek before you leave.”
“How did you know I was gonna ask that?” he says, caught off guard as he gets closer to you.
“Well, whenever you wanna do that, you get a little shy and don’t look at me properly like you usually do. And also because you do it so often and ask me all the time.”
“Yeah, that’s true. I hope I’m not annoying you or anything,” he says sheepishly before kissing your cheek.
“Not at all, Raphie. I don’t mind you asking. Just know I’m most likely gonna say yes.”
You smile before giving him a little peck of your own.
“Meet you at the door, okay?”
Anyways, I feel like even though he’s the most anxious out of all of them, he also gets comfortable the fastest, going by the logic of, I’ve asked like 573 times, and they said yes, so they’ll probably say yes this time as well.
(He tried making statistics like Donnie, but numbers aren’t really his strong suit.)
Still, you get the gist of it.
I also feel like when Raph gets comfortable, he’s veryyyy comfortable.
Like, he would come over without saying a word after a long day and just put his head in your lap to vent, or take your hand without a second thought after hundreds of tests to see how hard he can squeeze before it starts to hurt.
You just got to the lair after a long day and sat down on Raph’s bed, waiting for him to get back from patrol.
You scroll on your phone for a short while before you hear the door open.
You can see just how exhausted he is the second he doesn’t acknowledge you with a bright smile and instead just softly says,
just before throwing himself onto the bed next to you.
The bed moves a little, and you’re kind of thrown into the air for a second before both of you shuffle around to get as close to each other as possible.
Once you both finally settle in, Raph rests his head on your shoulder, giving it a little peck.
“Getting real comfortable there, aren’t ya, baby?” you say, slightly teasing.
“Yeah.” Raph says it like it’s obvious. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’m with the best cuddle partner ever.”
He’s still taking in the moment.
“Aww, my little sweetheart. Have I told you how cute you are and how much I love you?”
He opens one eye to look at you, a small smirk starting to form on his face.
“How about you tell me about your day, and then I’ll tell you afterwards about my amazing, red-bandanaed boyfriend?”
“Fair enough,” he says without complaining.
He starts yapping about Leo and Donnie and Mikey and patrol and everything, and as he talks, you guys just keep moving, basically gluing yourselves together like puzzle pieces that always fit each other no matter what position you’re in.
Before long, Raph settles his head into your lap and keeps talking like nothing even happened.
After a few seconds, he stops mid-sentence.
“Is this okay? Like… how I’m lying right now, I mean.”
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?”
“’Cause you’re making a weird face. Raph thinks there’s something going on,” he says almost suspiciously.
Your smile finally breaks through as you explain that you’re just happy he finally feels comfortable enough to initiate physical touch without feeling the need to ask all the time.
Because it shows that he knows you and your preferences…
…and that you’ve gotten to know his, too.
