Big Red Man

22 y.o | he/they | just a big ol’ simp

[heartonmyshell]

hello! love your work!

i was wondering if you could write a story with bayverse raph x reader where she has a chubby body, big boobs etc. and he's obsessed with her regardless. maybe she's getting ready for a date and she can't find anything to wear, she's so upset about it and maybe angry. eventually raph comes to check up on her since she's late and hasn't turned up at the lair for their date and he finds her at her apartment holding clothes and crying. have him comfort her, make her feel better about herself, etc. lots of encouragement and self-esteem boosting, please.

sorry if this request is weird. thanks if you do it!

A/N: This request is not weird, anon! This situation, much like a previous request I’ve done (this one here), is very relatable to many people. I just hope everyone that feels this way has someone supportive in their corner to help them get through the worst days.

Enjoy! 😊

A Better Reflection (angst/fluff)

❤️ Bayverse Raphael/Female Reader ❤️

CWs: Angst, size insecurity, self-esteem issues, negative self-talk, body dysmorphia, emotional breakdown, and hurt/comfort. All characters are aged-up.

You stand in front of your full-length mirror, clad only in your underwear, holding a dress. It’s too tight across your chest, making it look cartoonish. It clings stubbornly to the soft curve of your stomach, outlining a shape you’ve spent a lifetime trying to hide. Your hips, your thighs—it’s all too much.

A disgusted groan escapes your lips, and you hurl the dress onto the growing pile of clothes that litters your bedroom floor. You stare at the mess, at the mountain of fabric. You tried on dresses, jeans, blouses, sweaters—nearly every piece of clothing you own—and deemed each a traitor.

Because nothing fits, nothing feels right. Every item you tug over your body makes you feel like you’re pretending to be someone else. Someone smaller, someone neater, someone more “acceptable.”

You stand there in front of the mirror and try on another dress. It looked so promising in the store: soft and flowy, with little embroidered flowers on the sleeves. But now, under the unforgiving glare of your bedroom light, you see every flaw it accentuates. Your throat tightens.

You know you’re not supposed to feel this way. Inches and size tags don’t determine worth. You’ve repeated those mantras in your head a thousand times. But right now, all of that wisdom feels distant, like a song playing in another room. Muffled. Unreachable.

Your eyes sting, and you blink hard, refusing to let tears fall. Because crying over a dress feels stupid. Weak. And yet, your chest feels like it’s caving in.

You were supposed to be at the lair ten minutes ago for a special date night with your boyfriend, Raph. You were going to eat pizza and watch old action movies until dawn—and maybe do other less wholesome things between flicks. The thought had filled you with a giddy warmth all day.

But now, that has curdled into a hot, angry frustration that’s directed squarely at yourself.

This shouldn’t be so hard. But why can’t one thing in your wardrobe just … work? Why can’t you look in the mirror and see what he supposedly sees?

The anger gives way, as it always does, to a wave of crushing sadness. Your shoulders slump, and a single, hot tear escapes and traces a path down your cheek. Then another. Soon, you’re sinking to the floor, dress still clutched in your hand. Your body shakes with quiet, miserable sobs. You’re not just crying about the clothes anymore.

You’re crying because you feel unworthy, unattractive, and utterly hopeless. Unworthy of the adoration he gives you.

“Why the hell did I even think I could look good?” you whisper through your tears. “I hate this. I hate how I look. I hate everything.”

A sudden thump on your fire escape jolts you from your misery. Your heart gives a frantic leap, a mix of panic and relief. It’s followed by a familiar, rhythmic tap on your windowpane—two quick knocks, a pause, then one more. His signature.

You hastily scrub at your wet cheeks with the back of your hand, sniffing hard to clear the blockage in your throat. “One second,” you call out, your voice a wrecked, wobbly version of itself.

After you slide the window open, Raph ducks inside. “You okay? You didn’t show, and I got worried.”

He takes in the pile of rejected clothes, then his gaze lands on you—standing there in your underwear, holding a dress, with tears streaming down your face. His tough-guy demeanor melts away in an instant, replaced by a deep, furrowed concern.

“Hey, hey, whoa. What’s this?” he asks, his voice dropping to that soft, protective tone he only ever uses with you. “What’s wrong? Talk to me. Did someone hurt you?” His voice hardens on the last three words, a dangerous growl lacing the question.

You shake your head, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. You gesture weakly at the clothes, then at your own body. “I … I can’t,” you choke out between choked sobs. “Nothing works. Nothing fits. I look … disgusting. But I just wanted to look pretty for you.”

Raph’s expression morphs from concern to baffled disbelief. He glances at the clothes, then back at you, a frown creasing his brow. He leans down, bringing his face level with yours despite the massive height difference. His thumb comes up to gently wipe a tear from your cheek.

“Disgusting?” he repeats, the word sounding absurd and offensive in his mouth. “Are you kiddin’ me right now?”

He takes the dress from you and tosses it aside. His large hands come to rest on your hips, his thumbs stroking the soft skin there with a firm, possessive gentleness. His gaze isn’t judgmental; it’s full of a raw adoration that makes your breath catch.

“Look at me,” he says, his voice firm but laced with kindness. You hesitantly lift your tear-filled eyes to meet his. “You think I give a damn about fabric? I care about you. And you …” He shakes his head, as if searching for a word big enough for the feeling. “… are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You open your mouth to argue—to list all the reasons he’s wrong—but he continues, not allowing you the chance to protest.

“No. Don’t even start. You know how I feel about you.” His eyes travel over your body with genuine appreciation. “I love this.” His hand slides up your side, over the curve of your waist and ribs. “And this.” His gaze lingers on your stomach with open affection. “I love that you’re soft. That you’re real. When I wrap my arms around you, I’m holding a whole woman.”

He looks at your chest, and a smirk plays on his lips. “And you’re seriously gonna stand here and tell me you’re upset about these? Sweetheart, I could write poetry about them. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are? How you fill out a simple t-shirt in a way that drives me crazy?”

Your sobs have slowed to watery hiccups. He’s not saying these things to make you feel better; he actually sees you this way. It’s written all over his face.

“I don’t want some perfect doll,” he continues, his voice lowering into an intimate rumble. He leans in closer, his forehead resting against yours. “I want you. I want your loud laugh. The way your nose crinkles when you’re trying to figure something out. I want the way you feel when I pull you against me in the middle of the night.” He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes. “All of you. Every single, perfect, beautiful inch.”

He steps back and scans the room, his eyes landing on a pair of black leggings and one of your biggest, comfiest sweaters draped over a chair. He picks them up. “Here,” he says, holding them out. “Put these on. I don’t need you in some fancy dress. I want you to be comfortable because I just wanna hang out with my girl.”

You nod, still a little dazed, and take the clothes. As you pull the leggings on, he respectfully turns around, giving you a moment of privacy. Then you pull the oversized sweater over your head. When you’re done, you touch his arm. He turns back around, and his eyes light up, a grin spreading across his face.

“There she is,” he says, his voice brimming with warmth. He cups your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. “The most beautiful woman in New York City. Hell, the universe.”

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. “You’re such a sap.”

He grins. “Only for you, baby girl.”

You pull back enough to meet his eyes, your hand resting over his chest where his heart beats hard and steady beneath his plastron. “You really think I’m beautiful?”

“I know you are,” he says without hesitation. “And if anyone’s too blind to see that, I’ll punch ‘em. Simple.”

“But I don’t feel beautiful.”

“Then lemme remind you,” he murmurs.

He draws you into his embrace, his enormous arms curling around you, pulling you impossibly closer. You sink into the familiar solidness of him. His scent wraps around you like a blanket. He holds you like he’s shielding you from every cruel thought in your head, like his arms can protect you not just from the world, but from yourself.

“Better?” he murmurs against your hair.

You nod, your cheek pressed against him. “Yeah. Kinda.”

“Good,” he says, his voice rumbling low. “But I’m not lettin’ up till it’s more than ‘kinda.’ You deserve better than that.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you again, and you hate that he can see the lingering doubt in your eyes. But he doesn’t flinch from it; he meets it head-on. “I don’t care if it takes one night or a thousand. I’m gonna keep tellin’ you. Keep showin’ you,” he says. “Every day. Every chance I get. You’re not just beautiful—you’re mine. And I’m damn lucky for it.”

You manage a chuckle. “You’re really laying it on thick, huh?”

He smirks. “What, you want me to tone it down?”

You snort. “Nah. I like sappy Raph.”

“Don’t tell the others, though. I have a reputation to protect.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Your secret’s safe with me.” You fall quiet again for a beat before you glance at the clock, seeing the time. “Date night’s kinda shot, huh?” you murmur, guilt creeping in.

“Are you kidding me?” he says, tightening his grip on your waist. “It’s the best one yet. Got to see your face, hear your voice. You let me be there for you. That means more than any pizza or movie.”

“But I ruined it. I made you come all the way up here and … and I’m a mess.”

Raph scoffs. “A mess? Sweetheart, you call this a mess? I’ve seen Donnie’s lab after an all-nighter. That’s a mess. This is just … laundry day gone wrong.” He gives you a small, lopsided smile that makes your heart ache in a good way.

He steps back, his hands finding yours and lacing his fingers through them. His grip is firm, grounding. “You didn’t ruin anything,” he says, his gaze serious. “You just hit a wall. Happens to the best of us. Even me.” He says it with such a simple certainty that you believe him. He pulls you gently, taking a step towards the open window. “So, new plan. We’re getting out of here.”

Your eyes drift back to the hill of clothes. “But … all of this …” you start, your voice trailing off. The sheer scale of the disaster feels overwhelming.

“Forget it,” he says immediately, his voice so firm it leaves no room for argument. “We can deal with it tomorrow. Or the day after. Or I’ll come by and just stuff it all in a bag for you. I don’t care.” He squeezes your hand, drawing your attention fully back to him. “It doesn’t matter. Right now, you matter. The clothes can wait.”

After a few moments, his practical side kicks in. “You got your keys? Phone?”

You shake your head, still a little dazed by the sheer force of his care. You move automatically, plucking your phone and keys from the nightstand where you’d tossed them hours ago. When you’re ready, he leads you to the window and helps you out onto the fire escape.

The cool night air is a sudden, welcome shock against your tear-warmed skin. It feels good. Cleansing. He slides the window shut behind you, sealing the chaos of your bedroom away.

“Let’s go home,” he says, and the way he says it—like the lair is your home, too—makes another wave of warmth spread through your chest.

With his hand on your back and the city lights blurring below you as you travel across the rooftops, you feel like you’re finally leaving the mess behind. Not just the one on your bedroom floor, but the one in your head, too. And you’re not leaving it alone.

You’re leaving it with him.

[theawfuledges]

finally finished up another one of those fics that have been sitting in my drafts for awhile. based on the prompt verklempt - completely and utterly overcome with emotion from this list.

if you take my pulse (raphael x gender neutral!reader, tmnt)

It’s not like Raphael is avoiding you.

Just because he’d dropped his knitting needles in the middle of the room and practically ran into the dojo the moment he’d heard your voice doesn’t mean anything. He’d just wanted to work out. He wasn’t hiding from you.

And even if he was, it’s not like it’s actually working. He can still hear you, the low cadence of your voice drifting into the dojo like his favorite song. Not even the familiar strain of the dumbbells pulling at his muscles can distract him from that. 

What else is he supposed to do, though? Go out there and pretend that everything’s fine? That he doesn’t feel huge and clumsy and nervous around you, constantly worried about saying the wrong thing?

It’s dumb. He’s dumb, acting like this, scuttling from the room every time you enter and burning from the inside out whenever you get too close. And what’s worse, everybody else has noticed - Splinter, his brothers, April, even Casey fucking Jones. Everyone but you. 

He knows it’s only a matter of time, though. You’re gonna notice, you’re gonna know, and then what? What the hell was he supposed to do, then?!

“Raph?”

He doesn’t yelp, but he does drop the dumbbell, only managing to yank his toes out of the way by a stroke of sheer luck.

“Shit, sorry!” You’re standing in the doorway to the dojo, a hand pressed to your chest and an apologetic expression on your face. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Ya didn’t!” You did, but Raph’s not about to admit that. “I just - “ His brain works overtime to come up with some excuse that will grant him an easy escape from your soft gaze, his heart climbing into his throat at the sight of your easy smile. “I forgot it was my turn to patrol, that’s all, so I should really go and… do that.” He shoots to his feet, shoulders twinging at the pull of well-worked muscles, and tries to flee while he has the chance. 

He’s careful not to inadvertently brush against you on his way out, ready to blow out a breath of relief when he manages the task with nothing more than a lungful of your scent and the sensation of his heart somersaulting into his throat, when your voice stops him in his tracks.

“Would you mind some company?”

If you weren’t already in earshot, Raphael would have cursed. You were the last person he needed to be around right now.

He turns to face you. It would be easy to say no, to brush you off with some flippant excuse about patrol being too dangerous, but then he gets a good look at your face.

You’re not an idiot. You’ve noticed that things have been tense between you for the past couple weeks - he’s caught the glances you’ve sent him, the worried furrow of your brows and the confusion in your voice whenever he’s brushed you off. You look worried now - worried and hurt, damn it - but you’re trying hard not to show it.

Raph holds back a sigh. He’d never meant for his avoidance to hurt you, but it was clear that it had. 

“Might be boring,” he warns you, but the invitation is clear in his voice and the smile it nets him makes the brash turtle forget why he’d been trying so hard to avoid you in the first place.

“Boring? With you? Never.” His heart flips at your words, his cheeks running hot beneath the warmth of your gaze.

“C’mon then,” he mutters gruffly, struggling valiantly to ignore the quake in his stomach as you fall into step behind him.

It’s harder to ignore the looks on his brothers’ faces as he stomps through the lair with you shadowing his footsteps.

“Goin’ on patrol,” he grunts, ignoring Mikey’s playful smirk and the thumbs up he shoots his red-banded brother when your back is turned.

It’s harder to ignore Donnie’s voice trailing after you both, his confused, “But I already checked my security feeds! There’s nothing - “ interrupted by a pointed cough from Leo. 

“I’ll be back by sunrise!” Raph barks, inwardly wincing at how fucking obvious he is and marveling at how the object of all his turmoil doesn’t even seem to notice.

Your walk through the sewers is a silent one, awkward with growing tension despite Raphael’s attempts to ignore it. He can feel the weight of your gaze on the back of his head, his skin prickling with it, and though he keeps bracing for your voice to pierce the silence, it never does. You seem content to walk along behind him without saying a word, and somehow that makes Raphael sweat more.

He’s grateful to reach a manhole cover and even more grateful to feel the crisp night air against his skin when he wriggles it loose. Raphael leaps onto the deserted street above, filling his lungs with the familiar scents of asphalt and smog, and feels centered enough to offer you a helping hand without his heart going haywire.

You slip your palm against his with a small curl of your lips, your skin warm, fingers dwarfed by his own. All humans tended to be smaller in comparison to him and his brothers, but it never fails to hit him how truly large he is - how small you are - when you’re standing before him, neck craned to peer into his face.

It makes him want to tuck you away, shield you from the world and all the dangers he knows are in it, protect you, even as he sees those thoughts for the ridiculous feats of whimsy that they are. They filter to the forefront of his mind, anyway, drying out his throat and leaving behind a dull ache in the center of his chest, and he turns his face away from yours in a futile attempt to disperse them, using the momentary lull between you to search for the quickest access to the roofs above and settling on a nearby fire escape as your goal. 

It would be easier to carry you in his arms, but that would also give you a front row seat to the turmoil on his face, and so Raphael kneels on the cold concrete and gestures for you to hop up onto his shell.

Even with an extra barrier between you, it’s impossible to ignore your warmth as you clamber onto his back, and link your arms loosely around his neck. 

“Let me know if I’m squeezing too tight,” you tell him, your voice soft. Your scent is overwhelming now, tinged with rainwater from the storm that had hit earlier that day, and Raphael struggles not to breathe too much of it in as he launches himself up the fire escape. 

The wind buffeting against his body as he leaps from rooftop to rooftop fails to muffle your soft gasps and the rush of your breath against his throat, leaving Raphael feeling like his nerves have been struck alight. Your weight barely registers against his shell but he can still smell you, remnants of rainwater and smog doing little to dampen the scent that he’s come to associate as purely your own, light and tinged with the faintest traces of the soap you use. 

His heartbeat echoes dully in his ears as a warm flush settles in his cheeks. Raphael grits his teeth against the rush of sensation and muffles a curse as he nearly stumbles onto the next rooftop, his knees locking to prevent you from tumbling over his shell to the cold concrete below.

“We’ll take a break here,” he blurts, his voice suspiciously high-pitched. 

“That never gets old,” you laugh breathlessly, not seeming to notice, and slip from his shell with a rustle of clothing and the thud of your sneakers on concrete. Without thinking, Raphael reaches out a hand to steady you - you’re always a little wobbly after one of them carts you around on their shell. You smile in thanks, fingers chilled beneath his, and before the brash turtle can stop himself, he rubs his thumb along your cold knuckles, trying to work some warmth into them. 

It takes him a moment to realize what he’s doing, but once he does, Raphael tears his hand away from yours, mumbling a stilted apology and fleeing to the edge of the roof. His breath sits heavy in his lungs, his fingers curling into fists in a vain attempt to drive the sensation of your skin from his. His heartbeat drums in his ears, loud enough that he doesn’t notice the thud of your footsteps until you’re close enough for your voice to break through the cacophony of his own spiraling thoughts.

“Did I… do something?” Your voice comes out quiet, hesitant, and Raph nearly curses. He’s hurt you - he keeps hurting you - and avoidance isn’t gonna help him this time. There’s nowhere to go, no excuses that would chase that look of hurt from your face. He needs to stop running. 

“It’s not you,” he grits out, slumping against the edge of the roof and hanging his head. He’s afraid to see the look on your face when he finally comes clean. “I’m just so - so nervous around ya.”

“Raph.”

Raph hears the catch of your breath around his name and plows on, knowing that if he stops now he’ll never get the rest of it out. 

“It’s like I can’t speak right or walk straight or act normal when you’re around,” he continues, and this feels like the most he’s talked in your presence in weeks. His mouth already feels dry. “Like I’m dizzy and warm and mushmouthed.”

“Raph.” There’s an urgency to your tone that hadn’t been there before, but Raphael merely shakes his head and pushes on, gaze boring into the concrete between your feet.

“My palms get sweaty and my heart starts drummin’ and I can’t think, and none of it is your fault, ya hear me? It’s jus’ me, and I’m sorry - “

“Raphael.”

Raph’s jaw snaps closed - not at the sound of your voice, but at the feeling of your hands wrapping around his and tugging them to you, your fingers - so much smaller than his - winding carefully through his.

“You’re shaking,” you tell him gently, and now that his attention has been drawn to it he can see that you’re right. His fingers tremble around yours, twitching fitfully within your hold, but as Raph works to chase the dryness from his mouth, he notices something that gives him pause. 

The fingers twined through his are trembling, too. 

“You’re shakin’,” he murmurs, surprised, and you laugh, your lips trembling around a smile. 

“Well, yeah,” you say, squeezing at his fingers. “Didn’t you know? You make me nervous, too.”

Raph doesn’t need to ask what you mean, not with your hands clasped with his and the warmth radiating from the depths of your eyes. Not with that tinge of cautious hope on your face. Raph’s worn that look on his own face a lot recently, and always around you. He knows what it means.

“What - ?” he murmurs, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “What do we do now?”

You take a step toward him, closing the distance between you. “Could I kiss you?” Your throat clicks around the words, your fingers twitching against his. Raph has never seen you so nervous, and the proof of it - proof that he isn’t the only one feeling this way - is enough to calm him.

Well, to a point.

“Yeah,” he blurts out, noticeably louder than everything else he’s said tonight. Warmth pools in his cheeks and Raph coughs, mumbling, “I mean. Yeah. Yes.”

Your smile is enough to drive away most of his embarrassment, and Raph waits with bated breath as you drift closer, your thighs bumping against his knees and your hands easing free of his own to curl around his cheeks instead.

It’s the closest you’ve ever been, and Raphael’s pulse skyrockets as your eyes slip closed and your lips purse. He doesn’t know what to do with his face or his hands or his thoughts, suddenly, and in a fit of panic he slams his eyes shut just as your face begins to blur before him.

And then -

Warmth. Softness. Your thumb trails just beneath his bandana, catching against the fabric, and Raphael makes a noise - unbidden, uninhibited, and utterly embarrassing - as you tilt your head and turn the kiss into something deeper. Hotter.

Electricity zings through his body as though he’s just touched a livewire, his fingers twitching against his knees before he finds himself wanting to - needing to - do something with them. Something like touching you. 

You hum as his palms settle on your hips, fingers catching on the hem of your coat. The sound goes straight to Raphael’s gut, his stomach shrinking into a tight, hot knot as your mouth parts against his, and unable to help himself, the red-banded turtle wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you against him.

You stumble at the abrupt movement, but only allow Raph to get out a breathless, “Sorry - “ before you’re surging forward and catching his mouth in another hungry kiss. He laughs against your lips, insomuch as he’s able to with your tongue in his mouth, and feels your chest shake against his own as you laugh along with him. Even as the kiss breaks, impossible to continue with the both of you snickering against each other’s mouths, you don’t go far, your arms wrapping around Raph’s shoulders and your cheek falling to rest against his throat.

“You could have just talked to me, you know,” you mumble.

Raph’s chin settles against your shoulder, his arms gently squeezing at your waist. “I know,” he admits, chastened. “I was just - “

“Nervous,” you finish, and Raphael chuckles.

“Yeah. Exactly.”

“And now?” Your lips purse against his throat, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there, and that electricity surges through Raph’s blood again. “Still nervous?”

He grins against your cheek and steals his own kiss, fleeting but firm against your fluttering pulse. “Always.”

[raphslovemuffin80]

On gawd! Fine as ffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuukkkkkk. Fire Hot Friday™️ was made for him. When I tell you this man is fine I mean it.

[trenchcoat-turtle]

My first fic on tumblr! I’ve been in the fandom for a long time and I used to post on fanfictionnet, but I wanted to try posting on here! Hope you guys enjoy this little fic! Sorry if my grammar isn’t the best, I’m rusty!

Rated: T *Raph x GN!Reader*

Warnings: Trigger! mentions of domestic violence! 

“What did he do to you this time?” Raphael said quietly as he took in the sight of my red, tear streaked face.

“He…he accused me of cheating on him. He called me so many bad things.” I touched the delicate skin of my cheek. It still stung from the force of his slap.

“He hit you?” Raphael was seething. “I’m gonna kill him.”

“No please, just don’t get involved. I’m not going to see him again.” I wiped tears away from my eyes. “I’m getting a restraining order.”

Raph let out an aggravated sigh. “Please, just let me beat the shit out of him.”

“No…you will kill him. I know you. You’ll see red and lose control.”

I stepped close to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. His breathing was heavy and rapid. He was angrier than I had ever seen him.

“I-I can’t let him just get away with it.” His voice came out in a rumble.

I could feel him starting to calm under my touch.

“He won’t. People like him always get what’s coming to them.” I responded.

His green eyes fell on mine. We didn’t speak for a few moments. Just made eye contact as the sounds of the city below filled my apartment.

“What brought this on anyway?” He finally spoke.

“I think he could tell I was pulling away from him.” I paused and looked away from his gaze. “I may have not physically cheated on him, but emotionally I am. Not that that justifies him hitting me.”

“What do you mean emotionally cheating?”

I almost laughed at his naivety.

“Who do I call when I need something? Who do I spend all of my time with? And who do I wait up all hours of the night for?”

Another long moment of silence before the turtle in red finally spoke.

“Me?” His voice was quiet.

“Yes, you.” I couldn’t look at him as I uttered the next sentence. “I have feelings for you, Raphael. You mean so much to me. When I think of my future, I can’t imagine not having you there with me. I want so much more than friendship.”

Again, I had shocked him silent.

“But-but I can’t give you what you need.” I had never heard his voice so quiet. “I’m not human, I can’t just go out into the streets of New York with you. I can’t take you on dates. I’ll never get to meet your parents. You know, normal shit that boyfriends do?”

“I don’t need any of that, Raph. I only need you.” I cupped his green cheek with my hand. “I only want you.”

He softened under my touch and leaned in closer to me.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waitin’ to hear those words.”

In an instant his lips were on mine and I swear I saw heaven.

[leosgirl82]

Thank you for sharing your fic! I loved it! ❤

[moxfirefly]

Hey dude 💚

Can I please request a small drabble with Raph and female reader with these prompts:

20. bandaging/stitching up an injury

24. whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

Thank you 😊

Oh my do I have an idea for this. Happily will do!

TW: Blood

Rated Fluffy

Getting stitched up by a pretty girl really had its advantages, at least that’s what Raphael thought. Donnie’s bedside manners weren’t the best and plus, each time you got closer to wipe blood away he got a phenomenal view.

“Don’t hit me with the ‘you should see the other guy’ because I’m seeing you and all I’m seeing is blood” He quite liked how annoyed you sounded, annoyed with that mix of scared. Concern etched onto your features. Raph did his best to not grin so much, especially when your hand rested on his jaw, the other dabbing blood off.

“But ya really should” It took only a second for your eyes to turn stern and for Raph to simply shut his trap. The quiet of the room didn’t bother him, he was still feeling your hands on his face, so when they had slid to his shoulders, dug into the stress, he couldn’t help but close his eyes.

A slow contended sigh left him, just as you leaned down against his ear.

Raph felt those soft lips there, the shape of a kiss against it. “Why do you insist on bruising up that pretty face so much?”

He isn’t sure what catches him more off guard, your words or how you trail your lips down his neck.

[artistink11]

did a lil bit of sketch 🐢

[scholastic-dragon]

Hello! I love your content so much! I was wondering if I could request the boys meeting a fem reader who has heterochromia, one blue eye and one green eye, and how they would react to it? Thank you!

Aww, thank you!! The boys eyes are so pretty, I just wanna 👀 👄👄👄, you know?

Leo

It was one of the first things he noticed about you when you met

He's a gentlemantm

And as a gentleman he shook your hand, and made strong eye contact with you

He felt a bit awkward asking or talking to you about it cause yall just met. But when you quickly warm up to each other, he tries to get it to come up in conversation.

He thinks the way you talk about it is so cute

"So I'm not sure if you've noticed but I have two different colored eyes..."

He acts surprised so he can lean in and study your face more

He thinks they're wonderful and wants to stare into them for hours.

Raph

Homeboy was too busy trying to not freak out over how pretty you were to notice your eyes

He shook your hand, but was afraid to Scare you and stayed off to the sides.

It took him a while to realize cause he wanted to stare but always felt awkward about it and didn't want you to think he was weird

When things start getting a lil flirty it's then that it finally registers

"Are your eyes different colors?" It's an honest and genuine question that leads to a really sweet conversation

From then on Raoh often just stares at your eyes, he thinks they're so unique. Just like him 😊

Donnie

Boys heart went boom boom the second he saw your eyes

Being Mr Smartypants, he had no problem asking you about it

You're in his lab, sitting in swivel chairs talking about them, and he can't help leaning forward and just studying your face

After you talk he goes into a rant about the who/what/when/where/why of eye colors and how unique yours are.

He might have also accidentally mentioned how they compliment your beautiful face

Now he can stare into your eyes as often as he wants <3

Mikey

Boy was over the moon when yall met, he didn't notice anything other than the fact that you're gorgeous

And have a nice ass

He openly stares at you, boy has no shame. He likes having staring contests with you so he can just 👀

It's then that he realizes your eyes are different, he titles his head and is like

"Are your eyes different colors or am I colorblind?"

He's very excited that you're different like him, even if it's something small like your eyes

He thinks it's cute how you both have blue eyes

[turtlesbythebay]

How would the boys act if they trained with their crush with a lot of sex*al tension in the air, but they try to stop themselves because they shouldn’t want to date a human, but they can’t stop themselves tho, you feel me?👀

oHOHOHOHO HO H OH O HH O HOHO

yeah

Leo

“Your position is stiff.”

She groaned, “Well I’m sorry I am not used to stretching like this,Leo.” she was barely able to keep her balance, “I don’t see why we can’t just train, I hate stretching.”

“Not stretching means you’ll hurt yourself when you do train.” he replies with a smirk, pushing himself from the wall he was leaning against to be by her side. One of her legs was bent closer to the tatami than the other, “Here...may I?”

“Please.” 

He gently placed his hands on her hips, forcing them down to the correct position, not without receiving a groaning in complaint from her lips, “There.” he smiles, “All good.” he kept his hands on her hips, fingertips touching the skin her t-shirt didn’t cover and his body buzzed immediately.

Leonardo yanked his hands away, backing until he was a good distance from her. And since she was so focused on stretching her limbs correctly she couldn’t see the current turmoil he was in. He rubbed his eyes, jaw clenched, ‘this is...very wrong she’s my friend, our friend.’ he thought ,’i can’t have these types of thoughts with her, I am the leader and I shouldn’t allow this to go on.’

“Leo.” she calls, meekly looking from her shoulder, “Leo is it normal for my ass to stay up like this?I--I think I’m stuck.”

What.

Leonardo blinked and to be fair, her ass was indeed way higher than the original position asked, “Its okay, relax your legs.” i’ll have to push her ass down slowly...shit. “Just, um,I’ll have to--”

“It’s okay, I trust you.” she smiled, “Just help me out.”

So he did, so very slowly, pressing his palms against the upper curve of her buttocks just a bit lower and he can feel the cheeks against her pants-- no, no absolutely not. She whimpered a little, which makes him pause, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she laughs breathlessly, “You have great hands for pushing old joints down,” her joke falls into his hearing channels like lead. The image of pulling her legs up to her shoulders while he absolutely pounded her with reckless abandon in the middle of the dojo takes it’s place inside his brain. Shit. Shit shit shit.

“I-I...yeah, I guess I do.”

Raph

She just wanted to work out, there was nothing wrong in working out together or training together, right? She had to be able to defend herself when he couldn’t be around.

Never mind he was crushing hard on her. Never mind she was the second human that he has met and my God she was really not making it easy on him. First: it was the hug she gave when she entered the lair, then it was her changing into her workout outfit: black leggings and a tight tank top that hid nothing from him.

He had to take a deep breath before starting. It was a simple hand in hand combat, easy for him but not so easy for her. Her movements were stiff, not like her tits tho damn those jiggled a lot--focus. Focus for the love of God. In just a few minutes she was breaking a sweat, breathing hard, “Shit.” she supported her weight on her legs, huffing heavily, “I am really out of shape.”

“It’s fine, imma go easy on ya.”

“I don’t want you to go easy on me.” she huffs again, “The harder the better.”

His brain short circuited. This is wrong. She was his friend, she doesn’t have feelings for him...and yet he couldn’t help but let his mind go down the good old gutter, especially since in her bent position he could see her cleavage and how nice her breasts looked. Fuck this was getting difficult.  “Maybe for me, but for ya it’s not doable pipsqueak.” joking helps the slowly growing boner from getting bigger. She groaned, long and deep in her throat he had to try and do anything but keep looking at her. 

“Raph,I won’t break if you go harder.”

Stop it.

“Really I’m not that fragile I can handle a good beating if it’s for training.”

Oh I’m gonna give ya a good trainin’ alright, just gonna pull down them pants to the curve of yer ass and spank ya so hard ya’ll be dripping down.

“Besides, you are my trainer and how could I not be able to handle you?”

God he was so fucked.

Donnie

She moved his old bo staff, the one he used when he was still a tot around, trying to twirl it in her hand only for it to fall to the ground with a loud smack, “Shit!Sorry!” she squeaked the moment he walked back with two bottles of water, smiling when she clumsily grabbed the wooden weapon back, “I tried to twirl it.”

“It’s fine, you didn’t hurt yourself?” 

“No just my pride.” she purses her lips, holding the bo staff to her chest, “You said you were five when you started training?”

“Yep,”

She looks at the length of the bo staff, it was about his actual height now, “With this?” he affirms it with a chuckle, while her mouth parts in surprise, “But...how?”

He shrugs, “Master Splinter taught us well.”

“Well, yeah I’m sure I am saying how...” she shrugs, “How you use something as big and long like this and not hurt yourself?”

Donnie froze, big and long? Hurt? What? His brain rattles a bit with the information that just left that pretty mouth and how it made his thoughts turn darker with need. Not in a bad way obviously, but he has been crushing on her for...months now and to hear something like that leaving her lips was clouding his judgement in a way it shouldn’t happen.

“Because,” she used both hands to hold it loosely, tossing the bo staff upward then letting it slide between her palms, “It’s your size now and compared to me it’s huge.” 

Donatello laughs awkwardly, huge. Huge.

“It’s just...maybe I’m a bit frustrated I can’t use it as well as you did.” she sighs, “I mean I guess because you have practiced with it your whole life.” the whimper that left his mouth wasn’t lost to her, she arched one eyebrow in confusion, “Donnie?”

He was chugging down his water, way too fast, turning to face her with wide eyes, “Y-yeah??”

“...Are you okay?”

“Yeah! I’m so great!”

He was not.

Mikey

“See babycakes it’s not that hard, just let Mc Mikey show you how it’s done.” there was no better time to show off than when your crush asks you to teach her some cool moves. Aaand she was wearing cute shorts and an Avengers crop top aaaanndd she looked really cute and you could eat her right up.

“Okay!” she sat cross legged in front of him, holding her ankles in her hands, “Should I move away a bit?”

“Babycakes, of course now I want you to be up close and personal with the whole show.” he winks, unashamedly throwing a flirt here and there. Yeah, they were friends and yeah, maybe there’s a chance - albeir very small because hello~ - she didn’t like him the same way but that wouldn’t stop him.

She watched him move with admiration, her mouth parting “Wooaahhh,” she then stands to her feet when he’s finally done, “Can I try?”

“Sure babycakes.” he smiles, “But don’t hurt yourself okay? Nunchuks are weapons and they can really hurt.”

“How about I just spin them for a bit?” 

“Sounds good enough for me.”

So she does, keeping the wooden weapon at a safe distance from her face as she spun the opposite end. She hums, ‘”It’s really sturdy.” she begins, “And kinda easier to maneuver than I thought it’d be.” she stops the movement, pressing the two pieces together with a gentle ‘clack’ sound “I reall like it!”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” she tests the weight of the weapons in her palms, “Heavy but not uncomfortable, I could hold this with my hand easily.”

Mikey’s nostrils flared. It shouldn’t be so sexual, it was just a comment but he couldn’t help but imagine her saying that to his--”And I think it’s beautiful, I love the little textures it has.”

Again, not helping the imagery going on in his stupid brain. Not helping at all.

“Haha, yeah, it’s...it’s cool.” the way she was holding it, with both hands and turning it into her hold, almost rubbing it was almost enough to make him bust a nut right there.

He casually leaned against the wall being supported by one arm while his legs crossed in a way it’d hide his crotch from view. Not that it help since his member was already sensitive enough to jump at the mere friction of his pants and legs.

“Also do you clean them? Rub some sort of oil to keep them shiny?”

His mouth acted before he did, “I’d love your mouth to.”

“What?”

“What?” the two stared at each other in surprise and Mikey, because he knew he shoved his own foot up his mouth, laughed forcefully, ‘MAN IT SURE IS LATE IM GONNA GET US SOME PIZZA OKAY BYE!”

She was left confused in the middle of the dojo, furrowing her eyebrows as to why Mikey was wobbling out.

[scholastic-dragon]

Spending the night 💤

Let's be real, most time spent with the boys is going to be late at night and early morning. It wouldn't be a surprise if you spent the night

I feel like the first sleepover was an accident.

Like you and Mikey are chilling in the living room, watching a movie. You're a little tired and your eyes are getting heavy. They close for just a second.

Your eyes open and you're like "oh, I must have shut my eyes for a second"

Leo walks out of the kitchen with two tea cups, looking shocked

"What're you still doing here?"

"I'm watching movies with Mikey, what're you doing up this late?"

"Late? It's morning,"

From then on it became a weekly thing that you would spend the night on movie nights

There have been multiple occasions where you and one of the boys will fall asleep on the couch together

Splinter makes them delete the pictures of yall snuggling

It is my firm belief that all of them get up in the middle of the night for a snack at LEAST once a week

You've caught them all

Mikey's is always the strangest

"Mikey, it's 3 in the morning, what are you doing?"

"I'm making croissants, do you want one?"

They were good croissants

You have caught Donnie licking poptart frosting

"If you won't tell the others I won't tell them you talk in your sleep" He's a good negotiator

It's a little awkward cause Raph sleeps in his underwear, and just doesn't care who's around

"Raph, it's too early for this, please put pants on,"

"Why're you lookin'"

Leo choked on his tea from laughing

Despite the concrete walls, Raphs snore can be heard from any part of the lair

Donnie's keyboard is nice ASMR and is very satisfying

It got awkward between you and Leo one time cause you went to return a blanket he let you borrow. You thought he was asleep. He was not.

He was having some "alone time"

That image is now forever burned into your brain (😏 oh I meant 😳)

The boys think your pajamas are the cutest things

But would never outright say it (except Mikey)

"Damn, your ass looks fine in them shorts!"

He was smacked

Not in a weird way, but they like watching you sleep. You just look so peaceful and calm and your snores are cute

If you talk in your sleep, they'll look their shit

They think that is the funniest thing

Donnie has HOURS of everyone talking/walking/snoring whatever in their sleep. He likes using it as blackmail

Weirdly enough no one can find the cameras he uses to record this footage

These boys will be so humbled if you fall asleep on their shoulder. They will get so flustered, it's adorable.

[raphael-simp]

A Year In - Raph x Reader Part 2

You were absolutely in love with the life you were growing to have.

During normal days, like Monday to Friday that type of thing, you were just on slight autopilot. You went to school, did your homework, went to work and went back home to your parents.

The weekends were a completely different story, though.

You'd tell your parents that you were going over to a friend's house for the weekend, and in reality you were telling the truth, but not the whole of it.

Your parents had let you leave every weekend, because they knew how hard it was for you to keep friends. They just wanted you happy, and told you to be responsible and not get into trouble. You'd always done so, but it eased their nerves.

So, you'd head out with a packed bag and walk down a block to meet Raph at the manhole cover that you'd come to memorize. Every weekend went just like this, like clockwork.

Raph would wait restlessly for you, slightly pacing and twirling his sai's at the back of the alleyway, still needing to stay out of sight. He'd constantly check the time on his phone, and start to worry if you were late by anything over ten minutes.

Yes yes, it sounds ridiculous, but he had to admit, Raph was still slightly afraid the Kraang still had you on watch. It had been over a year since he'd first met you and the Kraang had attacked you, but they were unpredictable at times. He didn't know if they'd try to attack you again, and it killed him to think that they'd take you because he wasn't there.

But, each time he started to really worry, you'd turn the corner and ease his nerves completely, with that bright smile you'd always greet him with.

"Hey Raph!" You'd say, jogging to get over to him faster. He'd immediately loosen up, seeing you safe, and a smile would grace his own features. He'd wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you to his side, lightly shaking your arm.

"Hey doll face, you doin' okay?"

And that's where we leave off.

"Ugh, Raphie you've got no idea how badly classes make me wanna scream! I've got a project due in science next week, an essay in English on Wednesday, and a test in math on Tuesday. There is NO way in hell I'm gonna sleep next week." You say, rubbing your forehead. Just thinking of everything you had to do gave you anxiety, and the hand you had at your side started to twitch because of it.

Seeing you stressed out, Raph took your free hand and tightly held it in his own, making you look up at him.

He had definitely grown over the past year and a bit. Instead of being eye level with you like he used to be, you now had to look up at him. He was nearing five foot ten.

"Well for th' next two nights an' three days ya don't gotta worry about that. Loosen up doll face."

You smiled and lowered your head for a second before looking back up straight ahead.

"Yeah yeah, I know. I'm just overreacting. Always do. So what's been going on with you guys? Anything exciting?" You asked, slightly swinging your connected hands as the two of you walked.

He shrugged, lightly rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand.

"Other than Don nearly blowin' up th' Lair for th' third time this week, not much."

You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head as you did.

"Third? Seriously? I was expecting fifth. Disappointed." Now it was Raph's turn to laugh, and good Lord did you absolutely love it.

He didn't really do it often, so you'd savour the moment and stay quiet to just hear it. Pretty soon it died down, and in perfect timing too, since the two of you were coming up on the Lair entrance.

It hasn't changed overly much over the past year, but there were the subtle things, like a new poster on the pole in the back, or a small artwork done in spray paint by Mikey on the far wall. You'd come to know this place as your second home, and you loved it.

"Hey guys!" You called out, seeing the other three sitting in the main dugout arguing over something that you couldn't quite hear. Your voice caused them all to turn their heads and send a small smile in your direction.

"Hi (Y/N!)" Donnie answered back, slightly waving.

"Hey (N/N)." Leo smiled, giving a small salute.

"(Y/N)! Mah dude! How've ya been?!" Mikey shouted, falling back on the couch.

You smiled and slightly laughed, letting go of Raph's hand to push your hair back.

"Mentally dying!" You shouted back, tossing your bag next to the couch and out of the way so no one would trip over it if they walked past.

"Noooooo, my human!!" Mikey darted right up and ran over to you, tightly hugging you around the waist and nearly lifting you off the ground with the strength of it. You shrieked in laughter, kicking your legs until he put you down. He pushed your hair back from your forehead to feel it for a temperature and put two fingers on your neck to feel for a pulse.

"No dying on me! Not allowed!!" He shouted, and you just laughed harder, trying to shove his arms away.

"You're a huge dork Mikey!" You breathed out, putting a hand over your abdomen to try and ease the small pain that was growing there due to all your laughing.

He just smiled and stood proudly, looking off into the distance.

"I know. I take pride in that!" He said, putting his hands on his hips.

"Hey super-Mikey," Leo called from the couch, "mind bringing the two love birds over? We gotta decide on movies here!"

How many times has he said that since he's known you? Way to damn many to count that's for sure.

Honestly, you and Raph had grown nearly immune to his slight teasing, but it still brought back your shy tendencies every once and a while.

Like now.

You bit the inside of your lip and tensed your shoulders, looking down and trying to hide your face with your hair.

Mikey skipped over to his two older brothers, sitting back down on the couch next to Donnie and picking up three DVD cases, tossing them on the floor and picking up three other ones. You stood kind of frozen at the bottom of the entrance steps, just staring at the three from behind.

You slightly jumped when you felt a hand on your lower back, relaxing when you realized it was just Raph.

"Love birds, huh?" He commented, leaning down so his face was right next to yours.

"Kinda like that."

Okay, he was SO not helping your situation!

You turned your head to the other side to try and hide, but all Raph did was chuckle and kiss your cheek, walking over to his brothers and sitting on the ground in front of them to leave you to calm down before you joined.

Took you a good five minutes before you did.

You walked over from behind and smacked Leo upside the head, walking around and sitting on the floor right against the couch by said leaders legs.

"You two are absolute asses, Leonardo and Raphael."

Raph just smiled and continued sifting through DVD's, while Leo lightly laughed at you and nudged you with his leg.

"Yeah I know, now get looking."

You rolled your eyes and hit his leg back, sliding over a pile of DVD's from the pile on the floor and started looking through.

It took you all nearly half an hour to find a movie you all agreed on, which ended up being James Bond; one of the newer ones. You volunteered to set it up while Donnie went to get two giant bowls of popcorn for all of you to share, which Mikey piped up about.

"You kidding? I'm gonna have one all to myself!" He said, falling back over the arm of the couch and landing in Leo and Raph's lap.

Raph huffed and shoved his brothers shoulder.

"Like hell ya will, shell for brains." Mikey shoved him back, which nearly ended up in Mikey shoving himself onto the ground. Raph started laughing, which quickly turned into a shrill "Ow!" When Leo flicked the side of his head.

"Be nice Raph, he's just kidding around. Plus, if he does eat a whole bowl he'll have to go make another and we won't pause the movie."

Mikey dramatically gasped, placing a hand over his heart.

"You. Wouldn't. Dare!"

Leo smiled, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

"Oh but I would, baby brother."

Mikey huffed and crossed his arms, staring up at the ceiling.

"Fiiiiiiine. You wiiiiiin."

Mikey rolled off of their laps and onto the floor where he caught himself and just lied back down, pulling down two pillows to lay his head on to make himself comfortable. You sat by the TV, waiting for Donnie to come back so you could hit play and start the movie. No sooner than you thought that, said genius returned with two big bowls of popcorn. As he sat down you pressed play and crawled back over to the couch, sitting on the ground next to Miley's feet and against Raph's legs. As soon as the music started though, you gasped and sat up straight, immediately recognizing the artist.

"Adele!" You shrieked, smiling and slightly bouncing. You absolutely loved her and her music, so this just made your day ten times better. And you recognized the song, too! So you wouldn't disturb anyone else anymore than you already did, you only mouthed along with the lyrics instead of singing them. You slightly swayed side to side to the time of the music. You might not've known all the lyrics, but you sure as hell tried.

Unbeknownst to you, Raph was watching you with a small smile on his face as he noticed you trying to sing along. As much as he loved how you acted when he first met you; all shy and quiet and reserved, he loved this side of you even more. The side that spoke to everyone, laughed and enjoyed so much more openly.

He just loved you.

Feeling a light nudge on his arm, Raph looked to his right to face his brother. He had a sort of knowing smile on his face, slightly gesturing to you sitting against his legs.

'Ask her out already.' He mouthed to him, not wanting to say anything in front of you so you could hear.

Raph rolled his eyes and elbowed his brother, but he couldn't stop smiling now. With the way the both of you behaved around each other, Raph didn't really think he needed to ask you. You already behaved like a couple, but at the same time you might not've thought of it like that.

That and he wanted to be able to call you his girlfriend.

'I will, relax Cupid.' Raph mouthed back to his brother, leaning back and resting his arms behind his head.

.

The movie was nearly two hours long, and if anyone thought that the five of you could stay still for that time, MAN were they funny!

Oh hell no.

Mikey started right against the front of the couch and ended up sprawled in the middle of the floor with an empty popcorn bowl on his head.

Donnie and Leo were sitting next to each other nicely with the second popcorn bowl sitting in his lap.

Donnie ended up with his legs draped over the arm of the couch with an arm hanging over the back of it, and Leo ended up shell to shell with Donnie, completely knocked out with the half empty popcorn bowl still in his lap.

You and Raph started out with him siting on the couch and you on the floor against his legs.

Now, he was sitting on the floor with his shell against the couch, and you were sitting with your back to him between his legs with his arms wrapped around your waist, the both of you slightly nodding off every now and again.

"My children-"

You nearly jumped five feet in the air at the sound of Splinter's voice coming out of nowhere.

You, Donnie, Raph and Mikey looked up to the rat, Leo still passed out cold. He lightly chuckled at your reaction and you slightly looked down to hide your reddening face.

"I believe you should all head to bed. It is becoming late at you are all falling asleep out here."

"Hai, sensei." The four of you answered, fighting back the urge to yawn.

Mikey slid the bowl off of his head and stood up stretching and scratching the back of his head.

"Night dudes and dudette." He yawned, slightly waving to all of you before trudging off to his room.

Donnie and Raph tried their best to wake up Leo, but nothing they did worked. He must've been overworking himself again with training and patrols again.

The three of you decided it be best to just let him sleep out here for the night, but you put the two pillows underneath his head so that he'd at least be comfortable and wouldn't wake up so sore.

You and Raph bid Donnie goodnight, to which he just raised his hand to, trying not to yawn and walking off to his room as well.

That just left you, Raph and the sleeping leader in the main area.

And honestly, you didn't want to move at all. You were extremely comfortable with where you were and felt no desire in moving what-so-ever.

"C'mon doll face, let's go."

You groaned and lied your head back against his plastron, closing your eyes.

"Nooooo, I don't wanna move Raphie." You mumbled, not raising your voice in fear of waking the sleeping others. Raph just smiled and rested his chin on your shoulder.

"One, I've told ya t' stop callin' me that. Two, I don't wanna either but we're both tired an' gotta get some sleep." You huffed and crossed your arms, keeping your eyes closed.

"Fiiine. Buzzkill." You mumbled, sitting up and half opening your eyes. Again, Raph just smiled and stood, lifting you into his arms and carrying you off to his room.

Even though the two of you were close, you and Raph drew the line at sharing a room constantly. Yeah, you two loved spending time together, but you drew the line at rooms. The couch was your territory for the nights you stayed unless it was being occupied by someone else. Those were the only nights you spent in Raph's room.

He walked in and sit you down on his bed, going back out and grabbing your bag so you could get changed into your pyjamas. You made a circle motion with your finger telling him to turn around, which he complied with.

You tossed your day clothes into the bag with everything else and closed it back up, kicking his shell as you lied down on the far side of his bed.

"Wh- hey." He turned around with a small smirk on his face.

"Did you just kick me?" He asked, full well knowing the answer. He lied next to you and extended an arm out to you, so you rolled over and curled up against his side.

"Yup. And I don't regret any of it." You replied, stifling a yawn so it wouldn't interfere with your speech.

"Hmm, sure you don't doll face." You didn't really answer him, so he looked down to see you struggling to keep your eyes open.

Man did he ever want to kiss you right now.

And y'know what, that's exactly what he asked for.

"(Y/N), can I kiss you?"

Did you hear him right?

Like seriously?

Wait did he just-

You looked up at Raph with wide eyes, completely stunned at what he had asked so nonchalantly.

"Uh.... I-I uh.. Wh- did-"

And he fucking laughed at you.

"Okay, you know you're adorable when you turn red like that, right?"

Oh he was SO not helping!

You groaned and hid your face with your arm in an attempt to get away from his teasing, but he just lifted your head back up to look at him.

"You didn't answer me. Can I kiss you?"

He was getting slightly more impatient the longer you took to answer, which only drilled into your head that he really was serious.

"Yeah." You finally answered, barely speaking above a whisper, and yet he still heard you. He tilted your head up a bit more and leaned down, connecting your lips in a quick and soft kiss.

Your face completely burned and your hands were starting to shake, but you ignored it by focusing on Raph, and only Raph.

The arm that was around you tightened its grip and pulled you closer to his chest, so you reached up and held both sides of his face in a useless attempt to bring him closer.

Slowly, the hand that was gently holding your chin left and held the back of your head, tugging ever so slightly at the roots of your hair. The action was enough to catch you off guard, and because of that he took it as a chance to deepen the kiss, tilting his head slightly to the side and sliding his tongue into your mouth.

You had to pull back.

The both of you were slightly out of breath, having kissed for so long without taking a break to breathe.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)-"

"N-no, no Raph it's okay... it's okay."

You smiled and loosely moved your hands to rest on his shoulders.

"I've... I’ve actually wanted that to happen for a while."

Jesus, you just loved his smile, it was amazing. Everything about him was.

"Believe me, I have too-"

He cut himself off by kissing you once again, and you couldn't help but laugh a bit to yourself and kiss him back. He wrapped both of his arms around you and lifted you onto his chest, holding you by the waist and close to him.

You snaked your arms around his neck and tugged at his mask tails, and you could feel him smile as you did so.

Only God knows how long you stayed like this, getting more heated every minute that went by.

Long story short, his mask ended up somewhere on the floor and your shirt was nearly pulled off multiple times, and you struggled to make sure he didn't take it off.

Your lips were sore yet you still kissed him with all you had.

Your jaw was aching but you still held it open so you both could kiss as deeply as you could.

You could barely breathe but you didn't pull back.

Every couple seconds either of you would let out little sighs or moans of pleasure, ones that you couldn't help.

You both really had wanted this.

Needed this.

Slowly but surely you both parted, giving each other a moment to catch your breath.

Your faces stayed close together and the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes, almost processing what had just transpired.

"Kinda pointless," Raph breathed out, still trying to catch his breath, "but do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

You sighed out a small laugh and nodded, knowing you were smiling like a damn idiot.

"'Course I will ya stupid turtle."

He laughed to himself and slid a hand up the back of your shirt, tightly gripping your side and pinning you to his chest as he kissed you again, more rough than he had last time.

Lord your faces were gonna be sore in the morning.

//////

GUIS.

I.

LOVE.

THIS.

SHIT.

SO.

FUCKING.

MUCH.

SHOULD I MAKE IT LIEK ITS OWN MINI SERIES?!

ALSO PS THIS WAS WRITTEN AT 2-4 IN THE MORNING SO HAAAAAAA

[milkytheholy1]

TMNT Master list

Link to the second masterlist

Fluff = 🌸

Angst = 💢

Lime = 🌵

Requested = (R)

Prompt list

2012

Leo

Goodbye Leonardo, P2 - based on the events of broken foot, reader is done with Leo ignoring her. 💢 Female reader

Not traditional - Leo gets anxious about his feelings. (R) 🌸 male reader

Apocalyptic love series link.

I heard you - while Leo is in a comma, the reader speaks to him everyday. (R) 🌸 Female reader

Donnie

Hello nurse - April drags the reader to a costume party, but what will Donnie think of th costume? 🌸 Female reader

Well done science boy - Donnie's been working on a project all night and the reader congratulates him. 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Happy birthday! - it's the readers birthday, but they haven't told anyone, what happens when Donnie finds out? (R) 🌸 gender neutral reader

Hot - reader can't focus when Donnie talks science. (R) 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Wrong about me! - reader walks in on April cheating on donnie, but what does the genius think of it? (R) 💢 gender neutral reader

Raph

Heard you from a mile away - reader has the best hearing around, a certain red-handed turtle has to test them to their limits. (R) 🌸 gender neutral reader

Hots for you - reader comes out as bisexual. (R) 🌸 Female reader

2003

Leo

Third-base - reader has a surprise for Leo. 🌸 Female reader

Donnie

Drawn to you - works for any Donnie, just decided to put it here. 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Mikey

Turtle Titan to the rescue! - Mikey has to save the reader from the purple dragons, will he be able to keep his secret identity! (R) 🌸 Female reader

Bayverse

Donnie

Life is a dream, P1, P2, P3, P4 - life with Donnie is a dream, but it has to be real, right? 🌸💢 Gender neutral reader

Five Years - Donnie invents a time machine, him and the reader travel to 2021 to see a surprise. (R) 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Five years alternative ending

Radio Ga Ga - Donnie thinks the reader hates him, but after having a breakdown, was everything a lie? (R) 🌸 Female reader

Raph

I promise - Reader is haunted by her mother's marks, Raph is the only one who hears her out. (R) 💢 Female reader.

Seeing you - Reader feels Invincible, Raph comes to help them, boyfriend comes home. (R) 💢 female reader

Mikey

Parading in style! - Mikey finally gets to go to a pride parade with his boyfriend thanks to a watch Donnie made, reader has to stick up for him when trouble arises. (R) 🌸💢 male reader

RISE

Leo

Just trying to relax - 1, 2 - reader gets drunk and Leo decides to stop by to check on them. 🌸 Female reader

You're not gross - Leo gets sick and is ashamed to see the reader. (R) 🌸 gender neutral reader

Tired yet? - reader can't sleep, neither can Leo. (R) 🌸 gender neutral reader.

Online buds - Leo and reader are gaming buddies, but what happens when they both want more? (R) 🌸 male reader

Jealous much? - Leo gets jealous when the reader has to flirt with some bad guys. 🌸 Female reader

Candy crush - reader has magical abilities, Leo disrupts their game of candy crush and they take on some bad guys. (R) 🌸 gender neutral reader

Older brother to the rescue - Leo gets embarrassed when confessing to the reader, looks like big brother Raph has to step on. (R) 🌸 Gender neutral reader

I'm not mikey - reader compares Leo to Mikey which makes him extremely jealous and full of anxiety, meanwhile the boys are fighting a squid mutant in the lair. (R) 💢🌸 gender neutral reader

Distraction - Leo has to distract the reader long enough for his plan to work. (R) 🌸 gender neutral reader

Snow day - snow day hoorayyyyy. (R) 🌸 gender neutral reader

Busy - Leo and reader are in a full out make out session when his brothers interrupt. (R) 🌸 gender neutral reader

Winner - reader discovers the world of lair games, Leo's getting his crown back. 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Actions speak louder than words - Leo's ashamed of his stripes, reader comfort's him. (R) 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Problem - reader and Leo get into a fight. (R) 💢 Gender neutral reader

Pointy - reader is embarrassed about their elf ears, Leo doesn't help. (R) 🌸💢 Gender neutral reader

Anytime - Leo and reader get into a fight after Leo skips out on an important event. (R) 💢 Female reader

Dare - the gang play a game of truth or dare, what happens when the reader gets dared to kiss Leo? (R) 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Late night, deep thoughts - reader and Leo stay up late and share some deep thoughts. 🌸 Gender neutral reader

What's up, Doc? - Leo is jealous of Bug's Bunny. (R) 🌸 Gender neutral reader

I don't deserve you - reader doesn't think she deserves Leo, he doesn't get a choice. (R) 💢 female reader

Draw me any day - Leo finds the reader drawing him during training. (R) 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Boyfriend material - Leo is jealous. (R) 🌵 female reader

Why didn't you come? - Leo avoids the readers birthday party, but why? (R) 🌸💢 female reader

Donnie

I've got a date - Donnie's been trying to ask the reader out on a date for over a year, with the help of April and how brothers, will he get that date? 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Trust me - Donnie struggles to trust his feelings, April convinces him to confess. 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Doctor feelings strikes again - reader and Donnie are in a fight, time for doctor feelings. (R) 🌸💢 Female reader.

Can I pick? - reader joins in the fight much to Donnie's annoyance. (R) 🌸 gender neutral reader

Bad to the bone - Donnie's bad boy persona will be the death of him. (R) 🌸 Female reader

We're not done here - reader is self conscious, Donnie wants to help. (R) 🌸 gender neutral reader

Coward - Donnie's been ignoring the reader, April takes it into her own hands. (R) 🌸💢 Gender neutral reader

Tough cookie - reader has been friends with the turtles for a while, all but one. (R) 🌸 gender neutral reader

Why? - reader wants to know more about Donnie's tech. (R) 🌸 gender neutral reader

Experimental Bo - Donnie invites the reader to watch him to test his new weapon, what's the best way to test it by fighting bad guys? 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Record breaking dive - Donnie's avoiding the obvious interest he has in the reader, what happens when he overhears your conversation with April on the phone? (R) 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Daydream Believer - reader is self conscious about her singing, Donnie happens to hear it for himself. (R) 🌸 Female reader

Proposition - reader hates talking about their problems, Donnie hates hugs, what's the middle ground? (R) 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Say it - Donnie's been in his lab a little too long, only one way to get him out. (R) 🌸🌵 female reader

Bad boy got game - the turtles accidentally break the reader's camera, it's up to Donnie to fix it, but can he protect his bad boy image? (R) 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Lip locked - Donnie keeps getting distracted by the reader boring their lip, he has to take action. (R) 🌸 Female reader

Mikey

I don't hate you - Mikey is determined that the reader hates him, he couldn't be more wrong. (R) 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Raph

Get well soon - reader has just come back from surgery, Raph wants to make sure his best friend is feeling okay. (R) 🌸 Gender neutral reader

I'm here - reader can't bare being on their own, what's Raph going to do? (R) 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Into the sewers - Raph gets lost in the sewers, oh no. (R) 🌸 Gender neutral reader

Little nightmares - reader struggled with nightmares and can't sleep, all they needed was a snapping turtle. (R) 🌸 Gender neutral reader

All turtles (platonic)

Lunchtime blues - reader is getting picked on, the boys surprise them when they visit reader at school. (R) 🌸💢 Gender neutral reader

A little TLC - reader hasn't been having a good time lately and it's up to the brothers to help. (R) 🌸 Female reader

Headcanons

HC #1 - 'freak'

HC #2 - weapons

HC #3 - mornings

HC #4 - fashion

HC #5 - boyfriend Raph

HC #6 - Leo's cheerleader

HC #7 - Badass reader

HC #8 - Leo's cheerleader part 2

HC #9 - Hair care

HC #10 - Boyfriend Leo

HC #11 - Dead weight

HC #12 - Eczema

HC #13 - Vision be damned

HC #14 - Dance partner

HC #15 - The Last Airbender

HC #16 - Cheesy smiles

HC #17 - Facials

HC #18 - Boyfriend Donnie

HC #19 - 2012Donnie busy

HC #20 - Periods

HC #21 - Mikey's sick boyfriend

HC #22 - Ballerina S/O

HC #23 - Aches and pain

HC #24 - Non-binary

HC #25 - shell scratches

HC #26 - first kiss

[moxfirefly]

Okay, my most excellent dude, here’s my official ask for Raph and his crush and the ‘only one bed’ trope. Same as the other ask, can be fluff or NSFW, whatever you want. I leave my hopes in your capable hands. ♥️

We love the ‘only one bed’ trope in this house. So let’s see how it goes with our big red lad.

Rated Fluff and maybe a teeny bit spicy

Raph had never kicked so much shit under this bed in record speed. Of course this sleeping arrangement had to happen on the one day he hadn’t picked up his room.

And of course he had drawn the metaphorical short straw with having the girl of his god damn dreams bunk in with him.

You hadn’t even thought about it, as soon as everyone had settled into their spots you were left to wonder where you could sleep. Just as Raph was about to suggest his bed, with him finding some other spot, you agreed and told him the two of you could sleep together.

Together.

And thus here he was in a trance wondering if he should pull out more blankets and another extra pillow.

Chicks get cold a lot, no? April’s always complaining about being cold.

Was that weird?

“Any preference-“

“Are ya cold?”

You felt your arms, the loose too big tank top provided comfort and no overheating. Raph seemed concerned, you shrugged with a shake of your head. “I’m fine, um, left or right?” You asked with a motion of your finger. Raph for all intents and purposes could’ve just heard latin come out of your mouth. “Side of the bed? Do you like left or right?” Ohhh, of course sides were a thing.

Smooth, Raph, real fucking smooth.

He offered his side of the bed, something about it hopefully catching your scent made him jittery on the inside. You climbed on with a light bounce and settled under the blanket he had crochet himself, he liked how you ran your fingers over it with wonderment. “Wow this feels fancy and so snug” You wrapped yourself up more in the blanket and turned to face him. With a soft sigh to reassure himself he laid on his side, resting his eyes on your face.

“You forgetting something?” Came your amused voice.

“What? Ya want some warm milk and cookies?” He smirked when you smacked his arm playfully.

“Something tells me you fall a sleep with this often, huh?” You scooted up enough to reach behind his head to untie his mask. The act itself left Raph unable to breath, you were so close, close enough he could smell that perfume of yours.

So close he could see the shape of your chest in that flimsy sleep tank top.

He swallowed as you undid his bandana and casted it to the makeshift night table next to his side.

“There,” Your gaze lingered on him, green eyes that made your skin vibrate with curiosity. As you laid back down you kept your eyes on his own, you saw them shake slightly with worry as you continued to stare. Consciously Raph rubbed at his face, maybe he had toothpaste or something, or maybe you’re weirded out.

“You know, you’re very handsome” Your voice was a whisper, the sounds in the Lair had settled signifying that everyone was asleep.

Raph’s brow furrowed, that was an incredulous statement.

“Ya must be real tired” He chuckled lightly, the noise catching in his throat when he felt your fingers press against his lips.

“Take the compliment, Raphael” Oh, oh he quite liked his name leaving your mouth in that stern tone.

He liked your hand even more too.

The feel of your fingers running across his cheek, making a detour to the scar on his lip. “How’d this one happen?” You asked just as softly as you ran the length of it with the pads of your fingers.

Raph’s throat bobbed with how much he had swallowed in the past few minutes. They way you gingerly touched his insecurities had him gutted to no end.

“Training, when I was a kid” He wasn’t to keen on reliving the memory, he just wanted more of your hand on his face. His eyes betrayed him, fluttering when you continued your trek across his jawline. “Should I stop?” You weren’t sure if this was a bit much but with the way he shook his head ‘no’ you felt he was equally enjoying the caress.

Your fingers itch to touch more though, his massive arm was there, all rippling muscle and reptilian flesh. You let your hand travel to his shoulder, a foolish attempt to knead tension there but Raphael is literally a brick of muscle. The attempt made him grin, you clicked your tongue. “Efforts appreciated, don’t worry kid” You both chuckled some more before you let your hand settle on his arm, the bumpy burned flesh hidden away with a giant dark tattoo. Another question but for another night.

Raphael wasn’t sure what to make of these comforting touches, you’d always been keen on them but having them solely directed at him, while he laid in bed with you, well it all seem like a dream.

Simply too good to be true.

So when he snaked his hand out of the blanket and grabbed your hand, he wondered if you would recoil or pull away.

You did neither.

He felt your fingers drum on his palm, all perfect five digits against his three imperfect ones. He watched it, he savored it. “I’m cold” You whispered between the two of you.

“Do ya want that blan-“

“I want you”

In all his years on this earth, he never expected a sentence to rattle him, turn him on and ruin him all at once.

So when he saw you scoot closer towards him, felt your bare thigh connect with his knee and a hand rest on his chest, he was ready to have his heart broken by you. He could see the colors he’d never quite noticed that were sprinkled across your eyes, shades and hues only an intimate stare could provide, he felt an urge so palpable to grab you.

He only knew that was happening when you maneuvered his arm to wrap around your waist, face so close to his heartbeat, his snout connected with your hairline. He felt your soft breast against his hard plates, your fingers rub across where his clavicles would be, if he wasn’t such a freak.

Those thoughts seemed be put out like the wild fire they could be when you muttered against his chest for him to rub your back.

Under your shirt, he barely caught it but he did.

The process of pushing up your shirt had his mouth dry, the second his hand connected with skin, warm and soft and fragile.

God, he was already a little hard, this is going to be embarrassing.

He brushed his fingers, felt the little hairs on your skin, your flesh breakout in goosebumps as a pleasant shiver went through you.

And the image of that pleasant shiver being caused by him in many a many different way…

Your thigh rubbed against his own, the exhale of warm air against his plastron. You were settling, drifting against him as he threw caution to the wind and nosed your head. The scent, fuck that was going into his memory forever, he wanted to smell that every morning, every night, every second of his life.

He scratched your back a little more, going towards your bare upper back and you arched into the pleasant sensation with soft little sighs. What was happening, he didn’t know, he didn’t care. Why was this happening, he hoped it was because you shared the same feelings he’d been harboring for such a long time now.

When Raph chanced a look down at you, snuggled up against him, neck arched back and features between relaxed and flushed, he wanted to scream.

He wanted to fucking scream when your tired eyes fluttered open.

Your lips parted.

Felt your hand on his cheek.

Thumb run across his lips.

The way he leaned down the few inches necessary and let you take the reigns from there.

The kiss itself is unreal, he’s convinced he’s still in some fugue state and this is all an elaborate dream he’s gonna wake from to ruined sheets and sweaty scales.

But lips don’t mold that way in dreams. He can’t perfectly describe the plush softness of it as you melt against him in a sleepy but passionate kiss.

Dreams don’t taste this good.

[raphael-simp]

I AM A SIMP

[marvelismus]

I saw you were doing requests! I been reading some your stories, I got inspired to go back to my old fanfics lol. If possible could you do Raph or Donnie. (2003 or bay-verse ) with a reader named Gabriel please? It’s my name. I think its funny cuz it goes with the turtles names.

Thank you and happy new year :)

The Red Bandana (Bayverse Raph)

pairing ⤖ raph x named! female reader

disclaimers ⤖ slight swearing and mentions of blood 

word count ⤖ 3.9k words 

New York wasn’t your first choice to move to. You had other states in mind to move to, but your best friend April offered her home up to you, to bunk with her. And the rent you two would share was a pretty good price. Better to live with someone than to actually live by yourself and struggle to get by. 

You had settled in rather quick with April, who was overjoyed to have you living with her. And it was super nice to see her again after all these years. When her father had passed away when you both were just girls, you had moved away with your parents, leaving her behind in New York to get raised by her uncle. Of course, you both always stayed in touch. Texting and video chatting. Your friendship might have not been the same, but you both were still super close.

“Gabriel! Gabby!” 

Looking up from your computer, you starred in confusion as April ran in, panting heavily and out of breath. You watched as she bent over, hands gripping her knees as she tried to catch her breath. “April, are you okay? What’s wrong?” 

“You won’t believe it! I just witness a Foot attack down at the docks.” She panted, standing back up to wipe some of the sweat off her forehead. Heart racing, you sat up, closing your laptop to look at her in concern and worry. 

“Fuck April, are you okay?” You asked in worry, standing up to move beside her and check over her for any kind of injurie’s she might have gotten, but she brushed off your worry, starting to ramble to you on what she saw. 

“I was just riding my bike by the docks, it was night, dark already and I saw them. Foot Clan soldiers everywhere like you wouldn’t believe Gabriel. And then out of nowhere, this guy appeared, fighting back against them. And he left behind this Japanese symbol that I, we, have seen before, but I can’t remember where. But, what I am trying to say...there is a vigilante in the city. Someone is fighting back. And no one knows. But me, I know.” April rambled on, making gestures with her hands and almost hitting you in the face. Her eyes were wide as she spoke on, “And now, I have my story. There is no more froth or foam for me.”

“What?” You frowned her, and watched her face fall a bit and she sighed. “Come on April, sit down and let me make you some tea. You’ve had a stressful day, so just take it easy and relax. I’ll be right back.” 

Walking into the kitchen, you pulled down a mug from the kitchen cabinet and started boiling some hot water on the stove. Rummaging through all the boxes of tea you had, you grabbed the chamomile tea pack. Grabbing some honey, you poured some of the sweet, golden goodness in the bottom of the cup and placed the tea pack onto, and poured in the hot water. Gripping the steaming cup, you walked back into the living room and gently handed the cup to April, who muttered her thanks and took a soft sip of the golden liquid. 

“Now, why don’t you tell me everything you saw, start to finish.” 

That incident happened a few days ago, and everything she had told you still lingered in your mind. A vigilante, in the city, fighting back against the Foot Clan? It almost seemed to unreal. No one dared step up against the Foot Clan, for fear of being targeted by them. But for some reason, you could believe it. Someone taking the brave step forward and fighting back, defying them when no one else would. I mean, look at what Eric sacks was doing. Putting all his money and resources into helping fight back against the Foot Clan. Or so he said he was. Like April, you knew him since you were a little girl. He kind of, rubbed off on you in the wrong way. He didn’t seem right. 

“Eric Sacks was so inspiring,” April said from in front of you. Glancing at her, you frowned and leaned forward as she continued talking. “I know this is a story that actually matters.” 

Vern glanced at her from the driver’s seat, and observed her, ignoring the way you glared at him in warning. He knew all to well that you knew he had a major crush on April. “The superhero one? That’s a good idea. I should chase that down.” 

You were about to snap at him to shut his mouth, before people began to run past the huge traffic jam, screaming and crying out in fear. ‘What the hell is going on?” You muttered, watching in concern as they ran past. 

“O’Neil! Where are you going?!” Vern yelled when April jumped out of the van and ran for the area people were running from.

“For fucks sake, April!” You shouted and jumped out and ran after her, bumping into people who ran past you. You followed the sight of her yellow jacket while grinding your teeth in irritation. You were in no position to be running at all. You and April had come from a big party that Eric sacks was interviewing at, and being the dumbass you were, forgot to bring a pair of shoes to change out into. So now you were stuck running in a pair of thick, ruby red round toe stilettos suede platform pumps. But, it was better than running in the dress you wore earlier. that would have been very uncomfy. 

Why you followed April, you don’t know. But you knew it wouldn’t end up good for you both. How did you know that? Cause you were currently being held hostage down in the subway tunnels with the barrel of an AR pressed into your back, threating to shoot you if you so much as moved an inch. From your place on the floor, you could see other people shaking in fear and crying slightly. Some people were bleeding from wounds, either shoot or hit super hard by a solider. 

“We know you’re out there!” A woman, who looked like the leader, shouted out into the empty tunnels, “If you don’t surrender, we start executing hostages!” 

An eerie silence echoed through the subway tunnels, and you swore you heard the sound of the train. You whimpered when the solider above you pressed the barrel closer into your back, breathing heavily over you as he kneeled down on your back, keeping you pinned down. The sound of a camera clicking made you close your eyes and wish for your death. If April didn’t kill you first. 

“All aboard!” You heard a voice shout, followed by laughter as the train whizzed past. All the remaining lights turned off above you, encasing you in darkness. The train blew past and you watched in shock and awe as four huge figures appeared from thin air and started attacking all the Foot Clan soldiers. Seeing a  chance, you kick your legs, knockings the Foot guy off of you. 

Scrabbling to your knees, you watched as one huge figure swung a pair of twin katana’s around, kicking and punching at soldiers, knockings them out. They moved so quick and fast, it was hard to keep up with their movements. you heard the click of a gun behind you, making you freeze. Turning around slowly, you found yourself starring right into the barrel of the gun with the Foot guy standing above you. Your blood roared in your ears as he slowly began to press the trigger, ready to spill your blood everywhere on the floor. 

But you watched in shock as one of the figures, the biggest one, appeared and threw the man into the wall, causing the tile on the wall to crack and fall to the ground. Gazing up, you watched in awe as the being, creature thing, turned to you, a pair of golden whiskey colored eyes looking at you before he vanished, the flash of a red bandana the only color you saw besides his eyes. 

“Gabriel!” April appeared and grabbed your hand, tugging you to your feet to tug you out of the subway as police officers showed up, seeing all the Foot clan soldiers tied up against the wall. Blinking in shock, you followed behind her, who ran behind the building where shouting and laughing from the roof. Pulling down the ladder, she began scaling it and you followed behind her, much slower than her. 

You had almost died. You would have been shot and you would have died as your blood spilled everywhere on the floor. But you didn’t. You were still alive, all because that guy saved you. The guy with the golden eyes and red bandana. He had saved your life then and there. And you were so grateful. 

“That was amazing! You were incredible!” 

“Oh yeah! That’s what I’m talking about! This is our City! These are our streets!” 

“You mess with us, you step into the Wu, whoo, Tang!” 

“Ooh, yeah! Did you see that guy’s jaw connect with the concrete?”

“He’s gonna be drinking from a sippy cup for months!” 

“Ah, that’s what I’m talking about brothers. Like shadows in the night, completely unseen.” 

You froze when you saw a flash and the sound of April’s camera clicking on her phone. You stared at the three figures with there hands raised to do a group high five with the fourth guy standing on the side, all of them completely tiff at the sound and flash. You began to breath heavily when they started whispering harshly to each other. 

“Are we gonna kill them?”

“What?!” 

“With kindness of course!”

Panicking, you and April began to descend down the stairs, but a chain wrapped around your waists, pulling you both onto the roof. Groaning, you kneeled beside April, breathing softly as you hovered over her in a protective way. A shudder rippled through your body when a huge mass dropped down in front of you both, stance low. 

“Give me the camera.” A voice growled lowly above you. Shaking, you slowly trailed your eyes up from a his foot, up his leg and over his chest to look at his face, breathing picking up as emotions swirled in your chest, stomach tightening. This guy wasn’t human...

“Ooh, look, he’s doing his batman voice.” One of the other voices from behind teased slightly. You squeezed April’s hand when you saw a flash of gold eyes, striking a memory to flash before your eyes. Gold eyes....red bandana...

“Oh my god, their so hot, I can feel my shell tightening.” Another voice seemed to mutter next, making the guy in front of you growl and look over his shoulder at the other guy. 

“We can hear you!” He snapped and turned back around to face you both, watching as you both stumbled to your feet, gripping onto each other, “If you don’t give me the camera, I’m gonna...”  

“Enough!” 

Startled, you both whirled around to see another figure jump down from the water tower, katana’s held tightly in hand. “Back off Raph!” He growled lowly to the other guy. You watched from the corner of your eyes as he raised his hands and backed away from you and April, scoffing under his breath. 

“I only saw Batman once anyway.” He said, voice lightening up. 

“Ma’am,” Turning your eyes forward, you watched the guy jump down to your level, stepping closer. The light shined on him and you took in a sharp breath, seeing he was some huge, …turtle dude, with a blue bandana around his eyes with the tails resting over his shoulders. “Hello, I apologize. My colleague here forgot to say please.”

“Oh my god...” You whispered and stepped back when he slowly approached you both, blue eyes flickering between you two. 

“So, will you please, hand over the camera?” He asked kindly. Another body mass dropped behind you both. Startled, you both whirled around and April squeezed your hand, breathing heavily at the sight of another turtle, but he had a orange mask and baby blue eyes. 

“No, no, no, no. Whoa. Chill, it’s just a mask. See? Don’t freak out.” He laughed slightly and took off his mask, exposing a round green face with a bit of chubbiness in the cheeks. “Right?”  

“April!” You gasped when the woman went limp and passed out from shock beside you. You kneeled down beside her, checking to see if she was okay. 

“Miss,” Looking up, you paled a bit when you saw another turtle kneel down on the other side of April, with tech adoring his body and wearing a purple bandana over hazel colored eyes, “let me. I’ll make sure she’s okay. Trust me.” 

You nibbled on your bottom lip, starring at him as he starred back. You saw no evil or bad intent in his face. He truly wanted to hep April and make sure she was alright. Nodding a little bit, you stepped back, allowing him to hover over her and check so any sort of injuries she might have gotten from her passing out. 

“Is she okay?” You asked, biting the knuckle of your pointer finger as some sort of scanner washed over her body, mostly over her head and such. 

“She’s fine. She just passed out from shock.” He quipped, pushing the pair of glasses on his snout up a little bit more. You breathed out in relief, eyes closing a bit. Taking in a deep breath, you calmed your ragging nerves and the butterflies in your stomach, before opening your eyes to see four sets of eyes starring at you. 

“Are you alright Miss?” The blue turtle asked you, his katana’s rest on the back of his shell with the handles poking over his shoulders, no doubt so he could have easy access to grabbing them.

“Me?” You pointed to yourself, and he nodded, making you give out a shaky laugh and run your hands though your thick, curly hair and sigh softly. “I’m....peachy. I mean, this hasn’t been a very normal night so far. I’m trying not to freak out.”

“You seem to be doing alright miss.” the other turtle, the one who took off his orange mask, grinned at you and you gave a small smile in return, your heart slowly returning to a normal rate. These guys didn’t seem like they would harm you. 

“I suppose, for now at least.” You laughed weakly and wrapped your arm around your middle, looking back at April, before looking at them. “And uh, please, don’t call me miss or ma’am. Makes me sound old. You can call me Gabriel, or Gabby. everyone else does.” 

You all stood in a awkward silence, just waiting for April to wake up, which would hopefully be soon. Your eyes constantly flickered over them, taking in there appearances and how to they moved or stood around. You remembered about the turtle in blue asking for April’s camera. Shuffling on your feet, you grabbed April phone, and opened it with the password (which you obviously knew) and scrolled through them, finding the one of them. 

“I uh....deleted the photo of you guys,” You said and showed the guy in blue, since he seemed to be the leader, and he nodded a bit, brows scrunching up a bit like he was confused. “It’s obvious you don’t want to be seem or known, so...yeah.” 

“Why would you do that?” The guy in red grunted from his perch, golden eyes starring at you. you blushed under his gaze and looked away shyly, rubbing your arms through your jacket and shrugged. 

“Uh, think of this as thanks.” You said, earning confused looks from them all. Laughing, you tucked some hair behind your ear, shifting your weight to one leg. “You guys, down in the subway. With the Foot Clan soldiers. You saved our lives. April’s and mine. You guys saved out asses, and obviously, they aren’t gonna give thanks, so I am.” 

“Especially to you,” You looked at Red, making him blink a bit, startled as you turned your attention to him. 

“Me?” 

“Yeah, you.” You laughed and smiled at him kindly, “if it wasn’t for you, I’d have a bullet between my eyes and my blood would be splattered everywhere. You saved my life down there. Seriously. And...I can’t thank you enough. All of you.” 

“It’s nothing.” He shrugged and looked away, huffing under his breath a bit. But his eyes flickered back to you when you looked back at April, his eyes scanning over your briefly. Like what you did to him, he let his eyes trail from your feet all the way to your face. 

Red pumps, and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans that showed how long and toned your legs were, and how wide your hips were. A black tank top with a black leather jacket over top to keep you warm in the cold New York air. Dark hair that looked like it had some red streaks in it. Bight eyes outlined in eyeliner, red and gold eyeshadow with dark eyelashes that brushed your cheeks and soft, plump looking red lips. A pair of dangly gold and ruby earring hung off your pierced ears, clicking softly as you moved. Rings and bracelets of gold adored your fingers and wrists, finishing off the splendid look. 

God, Mikey was right, you were hot.

You looked like a damn goddess as you chewed on your bottom lip again, flashing a pair of straight, white teeth. It almost felt unreal as he gazed at you, watching the way you chewed on your bottom lip in worry for your friend. Butterflies swirling in his lower stomach and he felt like his breath was stolen from him when you glanced at him, him of all people. 

When April groaned softly, you kneeled down on the opposite of Purple, eyebrows scrunched up a bit. “April? April can you hear me?” 

“Breathing steady. Blood pressure stabilizing.” Purple said as he flickered his goggles over his eyes as April groaned again and her eyes slowly began to flicker open to see you and the four turtles above her. 

“Why are we still here playing doctor?” Red grunted. 

“Because she may have a head injury Raph.” Blue muttered back.

“Uh, correction, she’s a hot chick with a even hotter chick, who may have a head injury. And it’s our our civic duty to help.” Orange corrected, grunting a bit when Red elbowed him hard in the side. 

“Ma’am? Ma’am?” Purple snapped his three fingers in front of April’s face as she opened her eyes wider, “can you hear me? Do you know what city you’re in? Do you know where you are?” 

“Have you seen the video where the cat plays chopsticks with the chopsticks?” Orange asked innocently from above. You couldn’t help but snicker when Blue pushed Orange away by the face.

“Guys, please! Come one, give her some air.” Purple scolded them as he removed his three fingered hand from her neck, as April looked at all four of them with wide eyes. 

“What are you?” April asked softly. Grinning, they all glanced at each other, before looking back at her and you.  

“Well, Miss,” Blue grinned and placed his fist into his palm and bowed his head at her, “uh, we’re ninjas.” 

“We’re mutants.” Red grunted as his head appeared over them. 

“Well. technically, we’re turtles.” Purple added in with the goggled still over his eyes. 

“Oh, and we’re teenagers! But we can still have, adult conversations.” Orange grinned as he waved is hand around, winking at you and April. Carefully, you pulled April to her feet, who looked at all four them closely, overserving and just watching them.

“You’re, ninja, mutant, turtle, teenagers?” She questioned, gripping your arm with a scrunched up face. 

‘That sound ridiculous.” You muttered under your breath.

“Well when you put it like that, it sounds ridiculous!” Purple agreed with you, sounding almost offended at what she said. 

“See, she’s looking at us like we’re freaks,” Raph grunted and gestured to her confused face, voice hard. You frowned a bit at the tone of his voice, “I bet that’s why you took our picture, wasn’t it? Wanna show it off to your little friends.” 

“Dude, that’s a good thing. Maybe she has some other hot friends.” Orange whispered loudly to Red, who glared at him. 

“Relax out man. Miss, uh, Gabriel already deleted the photo. We have nothing to worry about. Problem solved, moving on.” Blue stepped in when Red jumped down from his perch, giving him a harsh glare.

‘And who put you in charge?” Red glared at Blue, both of them stepping up to each other, giving each other glares, red and blue clashing.  

“You know who did.” Blue growled at him, almost nose to nose as they glared at each other. You could feel the tension between them so much, you could cut it with a knife. 

“Ooh, tension. It’s been like 30 whole minutes since you guys had this argument.” Orange spoke up in amusement, baby blue eyes watching the oldest two glare it off. 

“Leonardo, if we want to make it home before Master, we gotta hustle.” Purple stepped up between the two before some sort of fight or argument broke out between them. 

“Leonardo?” April muttered the name softly under her breath. Breathing softly, Leonardo stepped up to you both, leaning down to your heights so he could mutter softly to you both. 

‘Do not say a word about this to anyone. If you do, we will find you, April O’Neil and Gabriel.” Leonardo warned them and stepped away from them, glancing at Red who scoffed a bit under his stern gaze. 

“We’re on the move, Raphael.” 

“Raphael?” You whispered his name, a sense of familiarity washing over you at the two names. Two Renaissance names. You watched him twirl his sais in his hands, before placing them onto his belt, whiskey colored eyes watching you closely. 

“Yeah! We’ll find you O’Neil and Gabby.” Orange grinned and walked away, but turned back around raising his hands a bit as he laughed slightly. “I’m sorry, that came across super creepy, okay? We will find you though.” 

The turtles took off, jumping across the roof and hollering. April grabbed her phone out of her pocket, which you had placed back, and ran after them, intending to get another picture. You followed her, watching as they did cool flips and spins. 

“I was on fire bro! Did you see me back there? Dudes, I totally talked to two girls!” 

“Shut up Mikey!” 

You smiled a bit as they vanished from sight, biting on your lower lip as you tugged on April’s arm to pull her back to your shared apartment. she was muttering to her self as she ran to her room, while you sat in the window of the living room, starring out at the City before you. 

Beautiful, whiskey gold eyes covered by a red bandana flashed before your eyes. Raphael. It kind of rhymed with your name. Gabriel. Raphael. Kind of cool. As you leaned back, you hoped, maybe you’d get to see him again. 

The turtle in the red bandana. 

Note: Dang, this was a long one ngl. Happy News Years everyone! What better way to start off the New Years with a sweet, Raphael request? I hope you all enjoyed this. I’m starting to pick back up on doing headcannons and prompts for these guys, any verse. So if you want, send in a ask and boom, this will pop up in a couple of days, lol. Have a great day lovelies! 

[milkytheholy1]

A cold night in New York

Request: Reader's apartment building's heat went out during a really chilly spring day, so when raph comes over he's all like "why tf does she have the thermostat on 5 degrees", but then he finds her cuddled up with tons of blankets on the couch, watching tv. after turning down the volume, reader explains the situation with the heat while shivering and clutching the blankets. raph has a brilliant plan for this. He opens all the blankets, which the reader doesn't like at first, but then he climbs on top of her and basically snuggles up. reader likes this and lays the blankets over top of him. he also likes this, since he's sort of cold-blooded and thinks she's warm and soft. reader turns the volume on the tv back up and smooches the top of his head. then, after just cuddling for a few minutes, goes to her neck with sweet kisses and hickies. nothing naughty, just lil neck kisses. fin.

Tmnt masterlist. Tmnt 2. Ultimate masterlist. AL masterlist

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Your fingers trembled as they clutched the plush blanket closer to your form, you made a mental note to contact the owner of the apartments to come fix your damn heating. You could hear your teeth chattering but the motion only felt numb in your mouth, body too cold to feel anything, even the clothes on your back. You had been sat in a mass muddle of blankets and towels for the better part of the day, doing nothing that involved getting out of bed unless it was anything major like peeing and snacking on food.

The world outside of your blankets was dangerous and cold, you had forbidden yourself from leaving the cosy comforts of your fort. Yet that didn't stop the universe from messing with you. A loud bang clattered along the fire escape beside your living room window, the impact loud enough to reach your ears in the bedroom. Your breathing quickened at the thought of it being an intruder, but when the sound of light knocking came after silence, your breathing subsided.

Bellowing as loud as you could, knowing you'd get some angry neighbours in the morning, you waited for the sound of movement; which didn't take long. Raph easily lifted the window with one hand, whipping one thigh over the window ledge and onto the hardwood flooring. He let out a small squeal at the sudden coolness of your flooring, masking his outburst with a deep guttural cough, he continued until his body was fully inside.

Was it somehow colder in here than it was outside? The thought had crossed Raph's mind rather quickly, picking up the pace to find you, he checked the thermostat as he went. There's the problem, frowning Raph's large finger pocked and prodded the small dial forcing it to turn to a much higher temperature. When the dial stopped turning, Raph used more force, after a few short seconds the dial came off altogether in his hand. With wide eyes and a panicked frown, Raph checked you weren't around before jamming the dial back onto the wall.

"Everything okay in there, hello?" your heavenly voice called out to him. Raph had then realised he had never said anything to you, he just waltzed into your home broke your heating and remained silent like some warmth stealing thief. "Er, y-y-" his voice cracked as he spoke, coughing again to mask the imperfection he continued, "Er, yeah, don't worry 'bout it!" his voice was light but it was only to hide the fact that he had broken something of yours.

Now taking cautious steps into your room, a light smile lifted his face as he was you perched in your blankets like a cacoon. A t.v remote was by your side, while food wrappers and empty mugs laid on your bedside table. "Comfortable?" Raph teased, moving to stand beside your bed. You rolled your eyes at the comment, instead opting to pull the ring of blankets surrounding your closer to your neck. Taking that as your snarky reply back, Raph continued on, wanting to delve deeper into the problem.

"So what happened here? Miss Christmas already?"

"No," you huffed out, suppressing a shiver down your spine, "My heating blew out and the guy can't come and fix it until Monday." The disdain in your voice for this maintenance worker was very noticeable, especially with the harsh glare in your eyes. Taking in her form again with a clearer gaze, Raph's brain began to work, something Donnie chided would never happen. Goody two-shoes know it all Raph grumbled.

Leaning over your bed, Raph began pawing at your blankets. You shuffled away from him, your face contorting into the word offended, "What do you think you're doing?" you questioned with a pointed glare, how dare he disrupt your fiery kingdom. "Do you wanna be warm or what?" he groaned out, but soon smirked at your reluctance to answer his question with a straight face. Allowing him the luxury of pulling back the blankets, your body contorted into itself as soon as the bitter cold nipped at your skin, a whine leaving your lips.

"Quit ya whining like a puppy, just give me a minute!" Raph huffed out, gently laying down on your bed as to not break it. You felt the bed dip with his weight, your body rolling down to land beside him. He flipped the blankets into the air, smoothly wrapping an arm behind your shoulders as the blankets gently landed over you both. "See? Am I good or what?" he bragged, you shrugged your shoulders, body still shaking.

Raph growled at the shake of your arms, he pulled you closer to him, allowing you to finally feel that body warmth he was willingly sharing with you. With his free hand, Raph grabbed the T.V remote and flipped through the stations finding something worthwhile. You, however, were gazing up at him, eyes sparkling with joy and love. "What?" he asked, his eyes catching yours for a moment more before flicking back to the T.V, "Nothing, just- thank you," you hummed, shuffling your head against his arm.

"Hey, I'm not just doin' this for you, y'know how warm you are to a cold-blooded turtle like me?" he joked, earning a giggle of laughter from you. Lifting yourself just enough to reach his neck, you began littering kisses along his skin, embracing the churr that rumbled from beneath his shell.

Raph just smiled down at you, leaning closer he sealed the deal with a kiss to your forehead, you beamed at the added warmth that his lips provided. "Anytime, toots," You'd treasure this memory forever.

[egg-on-the-run]

Bayverse boys singing headcanons 🥺🥺

Leonardo:

Haha good joke! Everyone knows Leonardo refuses to sing.

He hates singing in front of anyone, genuinely cannot even just mutter under his breath whenever people are around

Will lipsink and dance with others but won't sing

Which sucks because he has the nicest voice :( the actual voice of an angel

Maybe one every blue moon he'll be wondering somewhere alone and start singing to himself

Very soft voice, so heavenly 🥺

If he's comfortable and he thinks his s/o is asleep, he'll maybe sing a little then as well

Imagine him singing along to hozier under his breath and you're the only one who can hear him. It's. It's perfect.

Raphael:

Much more of a rap guy

He doesn't sing like, properly. He sings to sort of sound bad on purpose?

He likes making others laugh because he knows he doesn't exactly have the greatest voice and he likes having fun too

Actually goes hard with Disney songs

Listens to a lot of rock music so it's a lot of air guitar and Mikey on air drums

But his humming? Devine.

He hums sometimes when just doing simply things and it's so deep and smooth

You're sleeping on his chest and he hums whilst reading some magazine. You can feel it, it's like a cat's purr.

Donatello:

This man does fire impressions of basically any character and he will throw a kermit the frog imitation in the middle of any song

Loves loves LOVES fast songs and loves memorising difficult lyrics

Yes I'm talking about the elements of the periodic table song :/ it goes hard don't tell me otherwise

He can't really sing sing but it doesn't sound bad??

Like to make little noises, like do do do to the wii music. It's just fun :)

If a song has any background singers he's doing that

"Just a small town girl—" "Where does she live??" "Living in a lonely world" "Did she stay there or is she travelling?"

Will occasionally and very quietly sing to help you sleep. You always put him on the spot whenever you ask him and the only song he ever remembers is twinkle twinkle little star

Michelangelo:

Full volume. Full belt. Break a window style.

No he can't sing, no you're never going to tell him.

Because honestly? Nobody actually minds Mikey's woeful singing. It's fun, it's full of energy and it brightens the room up like a splash of colour

He sings anything and everything but if it's a duet he HAS to lead. Please follow his cues, this is his time to shine. Donnie is usually his duet partner

Will serenade his s/o for no reason. You walk in and he just starts up Bruno Mars' treasure or something silly

Sings like the world is deaf, dances like the world is blind

Takes your hands and spins you round

But when he gets sleepy? He likes you to sing to him

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The Bayverse Headcanons I Decided to Write Instead of Doing My University Work

Please bully me into doing my uni work because honestly? It is needed.

Leonardo:

* sucker for any kind of marital arts movie

* sci-fi too

* makes very very very bad yo mama jokes

* usually to mikey, who then replies “WE DON’T HAVE A MOTHER”

* will kill a man as a warning

* idk i just feel like he’s the type

* blames his farts on raph, just to annoy him

* HE SNORES SO LOUD, LIKE A CHAINSAW HAD A BABY WITH MONSTER TRUCK

* dry humping and daddy kink

* also i feel like he’s the type to write a list of pros and cons after you first sleep together

* gives you something to work on, you know?

* appalling dancer, basically two left feet

* if he DESPERATELY needs to pee, he crosses his legs and waddles to the toilet

Raphael:

* ass man

* considered telephone therapy at one point but assumed he would get over his issues

* he has and will not

* die hard ‘Die Hard’ fan

* once got scared of his own shadow, but don’t tell anyone i told you that

* incredibly scared to have sex w you, thinks he’ll snap you in half with his MAGNUM DONG

* cried after you did it the first time bc he’s just so happy that you’re alive

* after particularly difficult patrols, his bones crack a lot more often

* he sounds like a damn firework sometimes

* hates coffee because his body is a temple and he’d be damned if he ABUSED it

* prefers crunchy snacks so he can be a loud and obnoxious motherfucker

* will literally take a chip and CRONCH next to your ear

* wiggles his ass to songs without realising he’s doing it

Mikey

* art nerd

* watches youtube vids on art and how to PROPERLY review art

* he’s so good he could literally glance at a piece of work and know the year it was painted and the artist’s mother’s maiden name

* he loves da tatas

* advocate for free the nipple

* attempted to explain the movement to Splinter, who did not appreciate that conversation

* his celeb crush changes depending on the day

* most frequent celeb crush is miley cyrus

* LOVES receiving cooking inspiration and cook books

* adds his own Mikey twist but still

* actually made the awful trifle that rachel made in Friends and enjoyed it

* he did all his brothers tattoos, and his own, after watching videos on youtube

* he’s very very emotional, but hides it with humour. will get very angry if you attempt to bring it up; he’ll open up when he’s ready

Donatello:

* he has this weird fascination with belly buttons

* doesn’t understand their purpose, or how some people have outies and some people have innies

* drinks coffee by the gallon but everyone knew that already

* smells like motor oil, coffee and rain water

* idk why people say the turtles would smell good. they would not. they do not have access to cologne it makes ZERO sense to me

* hates having band-aids on his hands, they impede his work massively

* helicopters his peen when he’s bored

* secretly would like to be human for just one day, for experimental purposes of course

* is a very bad liar, he talks way too much when he lies

* thinks it’s kinda weird that you, his S/O, want to be with him. he’s a fucking turtle are you INSANE

* threatens to call PETA when you start making moves on him

* out of all his brothers, he actually can talk to romantic interests very well, and flirt a bit too

* it makes leo and raph very jealous because they are bumbling bafoons

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that is all!! please don’t be a ghost reader and let me know what you think!! 🤍✨

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Saw a post using those quotes and I just had to do it.