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[moxfirefly]

I saw those cute little prompta and had to send one, cause you always write the best stories 💕

I would absolutely love "Did you just kiss me?" with Raphael.

I imagine them joking around, maybe playing some video game and suddenly the reader (she/her) kiss him, cause... well, who wouldn't? 🥴❤️

And just wanted to say again, that I think you're really awesome 😃💕

Why not do some fluff with our resident bad boy. Sorry it’s on the short side!

Rated Fluff

“Yer horrible at this, honestly y/n just accept that yer about to get ya ass whopped” Raphael’s competitiveness could rival the likes of Donnie at times. Still, it didn’t mean you didn’t like indulging in his bravado, cocky was a good look on Raph.

“If this was Tekken, let’s just you’d be crying” Naturally, you weren’t joking. Tekken was your domain.

“Not my fault ya suck at Smash Bros” Half truths, Raph was being a menace with Kirby and everyone hated him for it.

The clinking and clacking of buttons rained on, each time you got close to winning Raph would simply swerve you.

After several loses you found a window of opportunity, he’d gotten too cocky, to safe with his moves and with luck on your side you managed to earn your first win of the evening. You threw the control and smacked your hands onto his large bicep. “Take that! I own you! What’s your excuse now, huh?!” Winning wasn’t always a graceful look on you, but what the hell? He’d been the cockiest thing since you both started playing. Raph was trying to downplay it to so called ‘beginners luck’ but no, you were not getting your win tarnished like that.

So you both declared a sudden death match. Hardest stage. Cant use your usual characters.

You adapted much easier to your chosen character and with only seconds to spare, manages to knock Raph off of the platform.

You all but through yourself on him in manic glee.

Hell you even kissed him before standing up to continue rub your win on him.

Wait did you just kiss him?

Raph’s green eyes looked comical, his cheeks breaking into a smile.

You couldn’t help feel hot, a blush breaking over you.

“Did you just kiss me?” He asked with a grin.

“I uh, yeah I did… was that too much?” You stomached flipped, had you crossed a line?

“Nah, but get Tekken, I’m ready to lose if this is the reward I’m getting” He grinned up at your blushing face.

Well, why not?

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Happy Birthday! 😄🎉💜🐢

Here's a little Donnie with flowers for you 😄

(Sorry for the late reply!!) Thank you 💜💜💜💜 I love this!!!

[thefloorisbalaclava]

About what you could do for us (even though you really don't have to), because we were there for you. I have an idea for a Frankie fic.

I'm a baker and I've always loved the idea of people enjoying my cakes. I love baking for people.

Then I had this dream. I was friends with the guys and often made cakes and treats for them. In the dream (and real life to be honest) I'm head over heels with Frankie and would blush everytime he liked my cakes. He even got a little more tummy by eating cakes all the time 😆💜

What I didn't know was that he was crazy about me to. But then I woke up, before any of us could do anything about it.

Maybe you'd have some idea of how to make this into an awesome fic 😁❤

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: bad flirting, awkward Frankie and reader, Benny is the silly one of the group and you can’t change my mind

A/N: Okay. So I absolutely love this! Thanks for sending it in!

[frankie masterlist][frankie masterlist pt. 2]

part 2

“There she is! Our favorite little baker!” Benny shouted as he walked into the shop with the rest of the guys in tow. The rest of the patrons turned and looked at him as you shook your head.

“I know you only say that for free treats, Benny,” you teased.

“Hey, we all have a sweet tooth and we don’t trust anyone else to make us stuff,” he admitted. You walked from behind the counter and gave him a quick hug before hugging the other guys.

“How you guys been?” you asked, zoning in on Frankie who always seemed to linger in the back of the group. You had to confess that you always found him the most attractive out of them all and, more often than not, you found yourself thinking about him. “Frankie...”

“I’m-I’m good, thanks.” He looked at you then looked away quickly, smiling down at the floor as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I want you guys to try something new for me. Go find a table and I’ll bring it out,” you told them and they all scrambled excitedly to the table with the most seats right by the window. 

You walked to the back and carefully plated the chocolate treats you had made last night. You tasted one yourself and thought it was great, but it was always nice to have a second, third, fourth, and fifth opinion. When you walked back out, Benny pumped his fists in the air and you laughed. Frankie stared out the window but looked as soon as you place the plates on the table. His eyes widened ever so slightly.

“I know how much you like chocolate, Frankie,” you said and he froze as he reached for a plate and looked up at you.

“Y-You do?” he asked, a small smile playing at his lips.

“I do.” You winked before walking away and you could hear the guys all teasing him now.

You busied yourself with other customers for a while, your eyes drifting back to Frankie every now and then. They were all talking animatedly about something but you couldn’t really pay attention since you were minding other customers.

“Frankie, dude, please go over there and tell her how much you liked her new...treat,” Santiago said. He nudged his best friend but Frankie only shook his head and shushed him.

“She’ll hear you. She’s...looking over here!” he whispered angrily before covering his face with a menu.

“And that’s not obvious at all,” Will teased.

“What did you guys think?” you asked excitedly and Frankie quickly lowered the menu and pretended to read it. He had a bit of chocolate in the corner of his lips. Those lovely, plush, pouty lips.

“They were fucking amazing,” Benny said. “What do you call ‘em?”

“I...don’t know yet.” You shrugged. “And the resident chocolate lover, what did you think?” you asked, looking directly at Frankie who was trying to hide his face with the bill of his cap.

“Frankie...” Santi whispered, elbowing him.

“Hm? Oh! It was...amazing. Best thing I ever tasted.” He smiled and you smiled back, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. It was obvious that you had the same effect on him by the slight pink coloring his cheeks.

“You got a little something...” You grabbed a napkin and leaned over the table to wipe at the corner of his mouth. “Got it.”

“Thank you,” he said in a low voice, looking right into your eyes.

“Any time.” You stood up straight again and the guys all grinned at Frankie and held back laughs.

“You got any more?” Santi asked.

“You paying for ‘em?” You held out your hand and he just shook your head, making everyone laugh. “Maybe if you come back later. Now...get out and let me work, please.” 

They all said their goodbyes and, once again, Frankie lingered in the back. “Thanks again,” he said quietly. “You were good...I mean...the cake was good! The cake!” The guys snickered but you only nodded.

“Thanks Frankie. Come back any time.”

“Hey! How come he gets a ‘come back any time’ and we get kicked out?” Benny complained jokingly and Will shoved him out the door.

You laughed quietly as you cleaned the table they sat up, looking out the window just in time to see Frankie looking at you. He seemed embarrassed to get caught but raised his hand in greeting anyway. You waved back and he put his hands in his pocket before jogging to catch up with the guys. You watched as he did and tried to push all the thoughts you had of how good he looked in those jeans far back in your mind.

The bell above the door jingled as you cleaned and put stuff away for the night. “Sorry but I’m just clos-” You turned to find Frankie standing by the door awkwardly.

“Frankie?” You walked around the counter quickly and stood in front of him. “What are you doing here?”

“Um...well...you said I could come back any time, but if you’re closing I could come back tomorrow,” he said nervously, his words getting a little jumbled.

“No, no...please stay. Mind helping me a little?” you asked and he smiled.

“Love to.”

You threw him an apron so his clothes wouldn’t get dirty as he cleaned. It took you a lot longer to clean up tonight because you were so distracted by him. The way he easily reached for the highest shelves, the stretch of his shirt as he did. The determination etched on his face as he scrubbed at a particularly stubborn drop of icing was probably your favorite thing.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect, Frankie,” you told him and he looked up at you. He lifted his hat to wipe his forehead then replaced it.

“You do this alone every night?” he asked, looking around the kitchen.

“It’s not too bad,” you said.

“I mean...if you want, I can come by around closing time and help you out. I don’t mind.”

“You would do that for me, Frankie?” you asked.

“I’d do anything for you,” he blurted. “I mean, I’d...yeah...of course.”

You giggled and took your apron off. “Hey, I have something for you.”

“For me?” He smirked as you walked over to the big refrigerator. When you turned, he smiled even brighter.

“I had a few of these left over and...I know how much you like chocolate. Here.” You held the tray out to him and he took one of the little cakes. His phone dinged and he pulled it out.

Hey, whats goin on? the text from Benny read. Are u with her? Please dont have sex in the kitchen or thats all ill think about when we eat there. Frankie rolled his eyes and put his phone away.

“Benny?” you asked.

“How’d you know?” He took a bite of the cake and closed his eyes. “Best thing ever.”

“You really mean that?” you asked.

“Yup. Here.” He held the part he hadn’t bitten out to you and you took a bite. “Is that not the best thing you’ve ever tasted?”

“Wouldn’t it be conceited of me to say that about my own baking?”

“No. There’s nothing wrong with being confident in your work. I think I’m a damn good pilot,” he told you.

“Because you are.”

“And you’re a damn good baker,” he said. “Oh...you got a little...” He looked around and found a paper towel. He wet it in the sink before walking back over to you and wiping your lip. “Got it.”

“Thanks...”

“Can I...uh...kiss you?” he asked.

“You can.”

“Really?!” He was not expecting that answer at all. He looked down at the little piece of cake left in his hand. He shoved it into his mouth and you laughed.

“You’re gonna kiss me with a mouth full of cake?” you joked. He held up his finger as he chewed and chewed then swallowed.

“Okay. May I kiss you...now?”

“The answer is still yes.”

When his lips touched yours, you swore you sighed out loud. His lips were so soft, softer than you could have ever imagined. And his kiss was so gentle, one hand cupping your face while the other gently pressed at your lower back. There was no rush, no greed...just time. He pulled away, leaving you breathless.

“You taste like chocolate,” you murmured, still feeling as if you were floating.

“Do I?” he chuckled.

“Yeah. Sweet.” You looked at his lips.

“All credit to those delicious little cakes you made but you...you’re sweet all on your own,” he said quietly as he moved in close again. “Like I knew you would be.”

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[sirtadcooper]

Eight headers of Francisco “Catfish” Morales (Triple Frontier) in various shades of green.

Requested by @skvatnavle.

1000 x 563px.

Please like/reblog if you use or save them and don’t claim as your own, thank you! ♡

Want another colour? Just ask.

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[moxfirefly]

For the Touching prompts, I feel like nr. 13: nudging the other one, could be cute with Raphael? ❤🐢

Something sweet but simple so why not!

Rated Fluff and a little suggestive

For so many years Raphael had to put up with whatever speech his dear pain in the ass older brother would give. Wether it was about loyalty or the ways of the ninja or something about laundry folding or who had dishes duty that week.

Leo was a brat, point and simple.

Regardless of he found himself many times either dozing off or rolling his eyes so much he swear he would see the inside of his brain soon.

On this particular day he did feel genuinely tired, having not slept well the previous night but still here he stood with his arms crossed listening to Leo give another of his Leader Speeches. He could always try and keep himself awake, often times he liked to observe his surroundings. Many an entertainment Mikey provide with sometimes mimicking Leo whilst standing behind him. Sometimes he would made faces at Donnie just in the hopes the other would break and snort. This time, well this time he truly had something far better to observe.

You.

He watched your leg swing from where it was crossed a top your other, the movement made your thigh jiggle. He found himself smirking, all matter of not so savory thoughts coursing through his brain. How nice it would be to have those thighs around his face, it didn’t even have to be purely sexual, he would happily just nap between them. Further up his eyes scanned your shoulders, delicate and pretty and begging to have a mouth on them. At this rate Leo was white noise and his brain was fully committed to the scenario he was painting starring you and your mouth.

Raphael must’ve been so lost in his mussing, absolutely engrossed in the make out session he was currently having with you in head that he almost didn’t register you nudging him.

He snapped out of it, caught with hand in the proverbial cookie jar. A sheepish smile on his face as you crossed your arms. Leo had finished whatever he had said, everyone else getting geared up.

“Could’ve sworn you slipped into a coma for a second there big guy” Oh he could melt into a puddle whenever you called him.

“Was planning how I’m gonna kick yer ass on Mario Kart when I get back. So start practicing will ya?” Cool, confident, totally hadn’t fantasized about you for the like ten minutes.

You nudged him again with your elbow.

“Big words, big big words, we’ll see” You turned to take your spot back at the kitchen.

Raph greedily admired the view.

[moxfirefly]

For the Touching prompts: Nr. 37: "putting their head on the other’s chest" with Hellboy, pretty please ❤

Missing my big red guy so let’s do it!

Rated Fluffy/Feels

It usually didn’t get to him so bad, the job that is.

He’d been doing it an unquestionable amount of years. Putting it all on the line, ripping to pieces whomever and whatever decide to threatened the safety of the population.

But there were some days…

Some days where the weight of too much took up space in his chest and on his shoulders. Where so much of the bloodshed left his nose crinkling at the coppery scents.

Hellboy could get so tired of this life.

So after the god knows number of mission in god knows where on planet earth, he had finally arrived home.

Rubbed his skin raw from blood and grime in the communal showers the agents used. (He didn’t want to track all this shit into his room) and finally was able to turn the knob to his living space.

He was as quiet as a man of his stature could be. Opting to place instead of chuck the items that weren’t caked in blood. The sweats he had borrowed from the Gym at HQ were slid off and the hair tie he had used was loosened.

It dawned on him, as he watched you sleep, surrounded in all his blankets and wearing one of his shirts, that he had missed more than usual. You were still out of commission, the ace band around your ankle was an upgrade from the original cast.

But he had left when it was still just a cast, freshly placed upon tender flesh.

How long had this mission been?

“Plan on watching me sleep like Edward Cullen?” Came your groggy voice, the reference made him snort.

“I wish vampires just sparkled in the sunlight, would make my job a hell of a lot easier” His voice was soft you noted, the hint of tired that he often tried to obscure.

You made for him, a hand becoming him into the welcome warmth of an inhabited bed.

He did just that crawl at your feet and onto your chest. The immediate relief that washed over him as your hands rubbed his back and tangled into his moisten locks. Hellboy could literally or at least symbolically die here. The softness of your chest, the scent of your skin, so familiar and peaceful.

It was love, being on you like this, fingers dancing along his back. He greedily buried his face there, kissed a spot just beside your nipple. If you weren’t between sleep and wakefulness and he wasn’t unbearably tired, he would lazily take you.

But that could wait.

Nothing settled his heart and mind than making love in the morning.

[moxfirefly]

Your "only one bed" fics are amazing. So I was wondering... How about one with Hellboy? 😍💜

Oh goodness I was waiting for this one! Thank you! I’m glad they’ve bebe so much fun for everyone. Here’s our take on the big red lad himself.

Sorry it’s a little short.

Rated Fluff

Often times a bed was never an option when it came to Hellboy. Rest only came when a mission was done and he was back at the base, even then that lasted a total of 24hrs.

This latest job brought him and his partner (still and odd word to use for him) to the sweet but small home of a Russian old woman. It was a modest little village, filled with trolls.

She had insisted the he should rest up, after such a long trip, interviewing countless villagers about the sightings (man his Russian was rusty) but so far there wasn’t any sightings. You had done your part, being the brains of the operation and the expert on these freaks.

A bed sounded wonderful.

But there was one.

Two people. One bed.

He was going to insist but you had shot him down before the words formed. Settling onto the old mattress and patting a side for him to come and sit at the very least. Boots kicked off and belts removed it was all he could muster for the sake of modesty. You had opted for the same but more for the sake of not freezing to death. Settled and nervous, the sounds of a fireplace and the wind outside were the only music for the two of you.

Hellboy wanted to be vigilant, he offered you a go at sleep while he’d remain awake in case anything decided to show up.

He really hadn’t meant to watch you.

See how your knitted brow settled into peace, the even steady breaths you took, the way your lips parted…

It was a painful need to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear but who was he to do such an intimate act?

It was painful to harbor feelings for somebody he knew he could never obtain…

A shiver ran through you, evident in how you tried to hold yourself for warmth. His fingers fell on your shoulder to stir you awake as gently as he could.

“Hey, kid” Came his soft voice, it could’ve been so easily lost in the fog of your sleepy brain. He watched your eyes struggle but once they opened and the cold couldn’t be ignored, he had to offer. Hellboy lifted his left arm and patted his side with the stone one. “Best space heater in town” He has joked with just the faintest hint of embarrassment in his voice, but you it did little to stop you.

Sliding closer to his side, resting your head on the hard ridge of muscle that was just his body, your sigh was of instant relief. “God damn, Red you aren’t kidding” Warmth, heat, however you wish to call it, naturally surrounded him and by it, you as well. You snuggled, shamelessly you snuggled up like he was an old lover.

It’s not to say the thought hadn’t crossed your mind.

It was a complicated debate in your heart.

If only you know that it was for him as well.

“Freezing to death while waiting for trolls to attack isn’t the obituary I want” You felt the rumble of his laugh, muffled since it was late, against your cheek. “I don’t think anybody wants to go like that, don’t blame you, but you looked like an icicle” You smiled against the scratchy material of his sweater, instinct made your hand rest on his chest, the beating of his heart soothing your.

“Thanks for the assist,” You smiled against him, the gentle hesitation of his hand on your back enough to make you guide it more properly around you. Peaking a glance upwards you saw those usual stress lines relaxed, a lazy smile on his face as he rested but remained vigilant.

“Red?”

“Yeah?”

You chewed up your words, made sure the taste of it was there.

“Can we allow ourselves the luxury of a fifteen minute nap? You and me?” Your words felt small but by the way he held you against him, a delicate placement of his stone hand on top of yours.

“Yeah, I think we can…besides this would be a good way to go, in bed with a beautiful woman” His eyes closed with a smile, felt you vibrate or shiver a chuckle out. “Feelings mutual big guy”

Complicated but not impossible to solve, you couldn’t help but think.

[moxfirefly]

For the fluff alphabet, I'd love K, L and M for Raphael ❤

And if it's okay to ask for two of the guys, I'd love BLW for Leo 💙

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Raph’s that harsh passionate kisser, he likes that emotional bordering on desperate kisses, he’s also a biter, he’ll bite your bottom lip before giving the spot a soft caress of his lips. So if that’s your shtick then yes, he is a great kisser. Feeling up those scars are also a phenomenal feel and he will lose his mind if you kiss them.

That first kiss is nerve racking for him, it’s a soft press, very tentative and abrupt and he ready for the rejection but he has that brief reprieve to feel something so normal that most humans probably take for granted. Naturally their crush assures him that they want way more kisses, for way more many days to come. That confidence blooms in him and from shy to passionate, Raph’s kisses shift.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Knowing how Raph can be it’s for sure during an argument. They were probably in danger, they could’ve been hurt or worse and he’s raging about it. He starts arguing that they shouldn’t have gone to that side of the city so late, that they shouldn’t have had their headphones on and while they start arguing back and it’s just raised voices, he tries that ‘Because I love you!’ And there’s that silence.

And he wonders if he’s fucked up.

Don’t worry, he didn’t.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

If it were a possibility hell yeah he would get married to them. Obviously given the situation it can’t happen. Doesn’t mean they can’t have a symbolic wedding or just flat out call each other husbands or wife or whatever neutral term there is.

I’m sorry but Raph would so propose after banging with them lol, it’s in that post coital bliss. He’s kissing every bit of you and he mumbled it somewhere between their navel and tummy and at first their too blissed out to even understand. So he kisses each word up their body until he’s at their lips and asks once again.

For the wedding event, I can see him wanting something topside cause he loves being out. So it’s expected to do something real neat on a rooftop. Picture fairy lights and a bunch of flowers. It’s nothing extravagant, their just happy to have something they’ve wanted even if it’s just symbolic. It’s not rings either, Raph will get a a tattoo on one of his fingers, just a simple black band to sort of symbolize a ring, their s/o does the same, it’s subtle but you both know what it means.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Leo is a sucker for hair, he loves touching and smelling his s/o’s hair and he often keeps their hair tie around his wrist. He also loves hips and thighs, will run his hands there when he hugs you from behind, he finds that so beautiful. Honestly he can’t pick favorites, he think everything about you is beautiful.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He’s got adrenaline rushing through him. Patrol had been stressful, he’d fought, he’d gotten hurt but all his mind kept running on repeat was images of them. So he had to see them, he needed their presence close to just calm the storm inside of his soul.

It’s right there in the fire escape, as they open the window for him and climb out because he’s bruised and a bit bloodied but he’s just there word vomiting that he’s in love with them, that he understands if they don’t feel the same but he couldn’t continue just keeping that inside of his heart, not when he thinks maybe there might be a chance.

He inhales, a little shaky because his heart threatens to slip away but the moment he feels their hands on his plastron, he feels peace with whatever the outcome is.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Leo leaves flowers by their window every so often, he manages to make it happen on the days they need it most. He breaks into flower shops (leaves the cash he’s a good lad) or he’ll ask April to help. It’s cheesy but he likes cheesy tropes like that and he also picks really nice flowers 🥺