#bi raph ninja turtle

[justaturtleindisguise]

Don't judge him for being bad at reading the room guys, it's the first time he has an IRL crush </3

[skeisisblog]

Raphy part 2 let's go again ~~~~~~~~~

[guttedtangerines]

the answer is both sons cause splinter would love his kids no matter what 🏳️‍🌈

DNI T/c e/ s t and DO NOT tag as t//c/ e/ s t

[wrong-twin-au]

HAPPY PRIDE!!!!!!!!

[nickkcha]

Messy sketch I made!! my CJ's version (I don't know why he's hot it wasn't my intention)

Yes, he handmade his boxers

[kittypancake]

Portal Duo Pride

I honestly am unsure about Mikey but I feel like I neglect the bi flag.

Second version under the cut for you to fill in their flags yourself! What pride will they wave?

[lillyorlyracat]

Hey uh anybody want some headcanons? Cuz mine are—

—BWUEHAH hEGHC VWHEUH HGHgvfbfbnbh hvbbhh yeah there ya go :)

[smallturtlebomb]

F!Raph design :D

Fun fact: the little bite and scratch marks on his body are from his kids. When his children were toddlers, they would frequently bite and scratch people due to their cat/turtle instincts.

[faith-forgxtten-land]

Come to Bed | Donatello

this started with the idea of seducing donnie into healthy sleeping patterns and then just. spiralled from there. i didn't really have a specific iteration in mind but reading it back, it definitely fits bayverse most, i think, so that's what i'll categorise it under!

warnings: NSFW, swearing, general filthiness? gender neutral reader, everyone is 18+!!

summary: there is only one way to get donnie to come to bed (two if you count blackmail)

word count: 2411

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It’s nearly 3am and your eyelids feel heavy, eyes glassy and beginning to ache just a little, and Donnie is still not in bed. You look at the empty space beside you, cold and untouched, and kick the covers off your bare legs. The air is cool, goosebumps raising the moment you abandon the comfort of bed, and you almost regret getting up as your feet hit the freezing floor.

Donnie is so lucky you love him and care for his health.

He's exactly where you'd left him hours before, sitting hunched over a desk in his lab, and you wonder briefly if turtles with their shells can suffer the same complications as humans with poor posture. Perhaps you'll force him to join you and Mikey for your bi-weekly yoga sessions. “Donnie?”

The terrapin doesn't so much as flinch, instead burying his face further into a screen that is already way too close to his face. Oh, his prescription is definitely going to need updating soon, you think amusedly. You clear your throat, attempting your best grumpy Raph impersonation. “Oi, four-eyes.”

Now Donnie does flinch, beak nearly crashing into his monitor, glasses slipping as he salvages his precious technology from being assaulted by his face and spinning in his seat to glower at whoever dared disturb him. He relaxes when he realises it's just you, shooting you a scowl that's devoid of any real heat. “You need to stop doing that voice, it's creepy.”

You grin at him, noting the exact moment he registers what you're wearing – or, rather, what you're not wearing. His eyes go wide and his lips part, scowl melting like ice doused in salt. He swallows thickly. “You're meant to be a ninja,” you tease, stepping slowly into his space and letting his hands fall to your waist before they curl around your back as he pulls you close, palms flattening against your spine. “You can't hear when one measly human is behind you?”

“You are so mean to me,” Donnie says instead of answering.

“We both know you like it. Besides,” you look down at your naked skin, his own eyes following your pointed gaze eagerly. “I think I'm being pretty kind, actually. Someone was meant to come to bed three hours ago and ravish me, but apparently, I'm not more interesting than,” you peer over his shoulder as best you can, squinting at the tiny squiggles. Lips pursed, you look at your boyfriend flatly, not bothering to finish your sentence.

“I can explain.”

“World of Warcraft? Really, Donatello?”

He winces at the full name. “I wasn’t playing for long,” he defends himself. “I’ve been looking over some things Leo asked for since this morning, I was just taking a break.”

“Taking a break means coming to bed and not staring at a screen for even longer.” Softer, you add, “I’ve been waiting for you for hours.”

You run your hands up the bumpy skin of his muscled arms, over scars and rough tissue that you’ve pressed kisses to countless times, to rest upon his shoulders. A small part of you is resentful, but the larger, kinder part of you is concerned; his eyes are bloodshot to the extreme, and exhaustion is etched deep into the lines of his face. You dig your nails in and massage a little roughly, feeling those worried knots and doing your best to soothe them with gentle palms.

It hits him then, just exactly what he’d missed out on by getting caught up, and his shoulders sag under the tender weight of your caress, twitchy energy that can keep him up for days deserting him instantly. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs quietly.

You smile at him, fond and warm, one hand trailing upwards to cup his jaw. “It’s okay.” His skin is something you’ll never get tired of touching, you think, as you rub your thumb over the swell of his cheek. You pinch him a little, coy and mean the way you know he loves, before soothing it with a whisper of a kiss when he hisses playfully. “Although, you’ll have to make it up to me.”

“And what is my punishment?” he asks dryly, guilt pushed aside to indulge in your teasing as you lean closer to hide your smirk in the crook of his neck.

“You’ll be in bed by 11 p.m. sharp every night for the next week.” You can tell an objection is on the tip of his tongue, and you fix your teeth along his throat in warning. “I’ve already cleared everything with Splinter and Leo.” 

Donnie sighs both in pleasure and in resignation. “Are you trying to seduce me into having healthy sleeping patterns?”

You start to kiss his neck, soft grazes of your lips against his scaled skin. “Maybe. Is it working?”

“Well—”

“If the answer isn’t yes, I’ll be very offended and I’ll be forced to dump you,” you add airily, tongue flicking leisurely over his rapid pulse. “You're incredibly lucky I haven't already for ditching me for World of fucking Warcraft.”

“Oh, blackmail too. Lucky me,” Donnie mutters, but it’s full of mirth and he doesn't push his luck any further.

You grin against his skin, and you grin even wider when he starts as your teeth scrape along the column of his throat. His hands have a bruising grip on your hips, and you bite down harder just to feel his grip tighten.

“You’re such a tease,” he whines, unable to stop himself bucking up into you. His breathing has turned to panting, short and desperate gasps that make heat curl in your stomach, and you trail your nails down the keratin of his plastron slowly.

“You love it,” you murmur coyly, fingers brushing against the elastic of his waistband mischievously. “And you deserve it.”

Donnie curses loudly, head falling back as you pull on that elastic just to let it snap back against him. His pants are soaking, and you feel that familiar rush of smug satisfaction as you slot your knee between his thighs. It does terrible things to your ego seeing him like this; it makes you drunk and dizzy seeing him drenched and needy for you, and you groan under your breath as he grinds against you. 

“Please,” he whimpers.

You hum as casually as you can. “Please what?”

“Fuck, please, I need you—” He cuts himself off with a loud cry of your name as you slide two fingers past his waistband and into his dripping cloaca.

“Keep going.”

He’s quick to turn into a blubbering mess, drool running down his chin and words slurring as he babbles and begs you to continue finger-fucking him. “Don’t stop, please—yes, yes, right there, there, fuck—”

Your fingers pump in and out, scissoring inside him at a harsh pace you know he likes. He’s sopping wet but that doesn’t stop the tiny spikes of pain mixing deliriously with pleasure as you stretch him wide without warning. You can feel his slick coating your hand, running down your skin and over your knuckles, and he only gushes more when you add a third digit.

“Faster, faster,” he chants shakily, almost sobbing when you slow instead. 

“You’re so tight, baby,” you purr. “I wouldn’t wanna hurt you.”

He’s definitely sobbing now. “I can take it, please, please.”

“Oh?” You curl your fingers and fuck him harder and faster, just the way he wants. His cock is there, thick and heavy and ready to drop, and he shudders as you brush softly against it.

His voice is choked as he calls your name again. "Gonna drop, please–”

Your laugh is light and a little cruel and it makes him wail, the sound overflowing with need and desperation. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh god,” Donnie gasps as your fingers rub along his length still tucked inside, a fresh wave of slick trickling down to your wrist.

“I would’ve been kind,” you tell him nonchalantly, kissing his temple and huffing another laugh when he can’t stop his hips from grinding into you, body begging you to bury your fingers deeper inside him. “But you’ve been such a bad boy.”

He drops with a guttural groan followed by a pathetic whimper, gasping apologies feebly.

You sigh and pull your hand back, your resolve faltering just a little when Donnie whines and cries louder at the action. “You’re being very bad tonight, baby.”

He’s still wearing his pants and you roll your lips to hide a smile as he tugs them down frantically, his cock finally free in the air. His hands grip the arms of his chair so hard that you swear you hear them creak, desperate to touch himself but not wanting to disobey you any further. It’s a bit late to play innocent and good now, and you shoot him an unimpressed look that makes his jaw clench. “Please,” Donnie breathes.

Your hand is still soaked, and you watch him watch you as you raise your fingers to your lips, sticky tendrils trembling as you rub your fingertips together before parting them slowly. Eyes fixed on his, you glide your tongue over his slick, sucking gently and exhaling quietly at the flavour that blooms over your tastebuds. The arms of the chair are definitely creaking now, and you smile coyly as his cock twitches.

“Please.”

As much as you love teasing him into a pathetic frenzy, you remember his weary eyes and decide to put him out of his misery. There’ll be plenty of time to punish Donnie the way he deserves later – lots of edging and whining and begging and very little relief. For now, you’ll give him what he wants.

You kneel between his legs, coquettish as you glance up at him through your lashes; he’s working his jaw, teeth clenched and eyes darting wildly as he barely holds himself together. Grasping his hard cock in your hand, slick and heavy, you begin to pump slowly.

The chirps and churrs that escape him are whining and full of ecstasy, his eyes fluttering as you squeeze your palms around his thick length, hands twisting with an obscene squelch at every stroke. The lab is quiet apart from the wet pumping and his throaty groans, and you wonder if his moaning will be loud enough to wake the others. It wouldn’t surprise you, and the thought makes your hand move faster as you rub your thumb over the sensitive head of his cock.

Donnie can’t stop the stutter of his hips, head falling back. “Fuck.” He swears louder as your lips suckle his tip, your name a rasping prayer spilling from his mouth. You flick your tongue, tasting the slightly bitter flavour of his precum and just how soaked he is, evidence of what you do to him coating your face, and he cries noisily when you suddenly take another few inches into your mouth and swallow around him. He’s hitting the back of your throat, and he feels like he’s about to faint from how tight and warm you feel.

A wave of embarrassment hits him as you pull back and smirk, his head still pressed against your flirtatious smile while you continue to work him with your hands. “Please,” he begs for what feels like the hundredth time that night.

“You’re so good at begging,” you praise, eyes sparkling when it makes him moan lewdly. Oh, that definitely woke someone up. He’s back to bucking his hips and because you’re so kind, you let him dictate the pace as you continue pumping.

“So close,” he breathes shakily. “I’m so close, please.”

“Please, what?”

His eyes roll back, and the arms of his chair finally give way, crumbling under his crushing grip as impressions of his hands mould into the metal. Donnie doesn’t stop rocking and whimpering. “Please let me come.”

You kiss the head of his cock once more, delighting in the way he tremors at the whisper of touch. “Be a good boy and come for me, Donatello.”

There’s nothing Donnie loves more than being good for you and he shows this by coming undone the second his name leaves your lips, body jolting and convulsing like he's been struck by lightning as you continue to milk his cock while his orgasm wracks through him. Your face is completely covered, ropes of his come painting your skin as he groans pitifully, the sound agonised and mewling. 

It’s almost silent for a few moments, the only noises are Donnie’s wheezing pants and whimpers of oversensitivity, and you watch him quietly. He’s so beautiful like this, blissed out, stress a stranger rather than a constant companion, and you wish you could both stay like this.

The moment is over too soon as the terrapin manages to open his eyes blearily, although they nearly shut again in dizzying satisfaction when he catches sight of your come-smeared cheeks. It’s dripping down your chin, threatening to spill down your neck and to your chest, and a part of you wants to leave it, relishing in the way Donnie is entirely transfixed, but you scoop what you can on your fingers and bring the sticky threads to your mouth instead.

Donnie’s lips part and his breath hitches and it’s your turn to shut your eyes in pleasure, eyes rolling and unable to stop a soft groan as you lick and swallow what he’s given you. “Mean,” he accuses again when you finally open your eyes, and you grin at how faint he sounds.

“Just for you,” you agree and he churrs instinctively, flushing as you snicker. He’s so cute, you think fondly, letting him reach out and grasp you closer, seeking comfort. And so easy.

“I think I need that nap now,” Donnie tells you weakly, and you huff another laugh against his sweaty skin, tasting salt and nuzzling further into him. 

You press a loving kiss to his shoulder and reluctantly pull back. “Shower then bed, come on.” His legs are shaky, and you purse your lips to stop from chuckling as he stumbles like a newborn lamb, begrudgingly relenting to leaning against you. “Poor Bambi,” you tease, brushing your lips against his plastron in a loving caress when he grumbles playfully. 

Hopefully, no one has been awoken by your night-time activities and, if they have, you hope they’re not up and roaming because you’d really rather not have to bump into any of Donnie’s family with his come still coating your face.

[flib1-yibi]

8.) Which turtle is usually your favorite? 10.) Which version of Leonardo is your favorite?

11.) Which version of Raphael is your favorite?

12.) Which version of Donatello is your favorite?

13.) Which version of Michelangelo is your favorite?

14.) Which version of Splinter is your favorite?

15.) Which version of April is your favorite?

16.) Which version of Casey is your favorite?

17.) Which version of the Shredder is your favorite?

18.) Who is your favorite villain? 23.) What is one of your favorite TMNT fics? 28.) What is one thing you would like to see explored more in TMNT art/fics?

29.) What is one headcanon that you have?

32.) What was the first thing you've made for TMNT?

33.) What is your favorite thing you've made for TMNT? (and a little extra question , whats your favourite ship??)

8.) Which turtle is usually your favorite?  

Ans: Donatello 

10.) Which version of Leonardo is your favorite? 

Ans: I dont really get what you mean by this but i like Leonardo from the post-apocalyptic one, but if its not AU then its 2007 Leonardo 

11.) Which version of Raphael is your favorite? 

Ans: ooh! Definitely BB Raph or 2007 Raph 

12.) Which version of Donatello is your favorite? 

Ans: My version of donnie or the 2012 

13.) Which version of Michelangelo is your favorite? 

Ans: LAST RONIN AUGH 

14.) Which version of Splinter is your favorite? 

Ans: 2012 Splinter up top!! 

15.) Which version of April is your favorite? 

Ans: Rise April 

16.) Which version of Casey is your favorite? 

Ans: 2012 

17.) Which version of the Shredder is your favorite? 

Ans: The Batman and ninja turtles Shredder one 

18.) Who is your favorite villain?  

Ans: BIG MAMA  

23.) What is one of your favorite TMNT fics?  

Ans: ooh, i dont ready any fanfics of tmnt  

28.) What is one thing you would like to see explored more in TMNT art/fics? 

Ans: QPR/ Queer-platonic relationships 

29.) What is one headcanon that you have? 

Ans: Mona lisa is a bi icon 

32.) What was the first thing you've made for TMNT? 

Ans: Fanart! Then comes the royal Au and then Vocaloid 

33.) What is your favorite thing you've made for TMNT?  

Ans: Definitely Royal au  

(and a little extra question , whats your favourite ship??) 

Ans: OH, i like leosagi  

[incorrect-tottmntmm-quotes]

Basic headcanons I have that may be added to my quotes:

Leo-Transmasc, uses he/him pronouns. Eldest, great at learning different languages/fastest reader. Leader.

Raph-Transfem, uses he/him and she/her pronouns. Second eldest, great at biology/knows a ton of animal facts. Muscle.

Donnie-Genderfluid, uses any pronouns. Youngest, great at science and math in general/prefers mechanics and coding. Planner

Mikey-Agender, uses it/its and they/them pronouns. Second youngest, great at history/can easily remember important dates, events, people, etc. Medic.

When sending submissions, no one has to follow these headcannons, you are allowed to have your own.

Basic rules:

No homophobia

No racism

No misogyny

No ableism

No transphobia

No hate towards religions

No fat-phobia

No abuse

No judgement

No hate speech

And finally:

Respect people’s headcannons. There are going to be people here with different ideas and thoughts than you; “I think Leo’s bi!” “I think he’s aroace!” “I think-“ and thats fine! Just remember to always, always be respectful.

Official Tags:

Michelangelo: orange banded turtle

Donatello: purple banded turtle

Leonardo: blue banded turtle

Raphael: red banded turtle

April: pretty in yellow

Leo and Donnie: Midnight Duo/Left Brain

Donnie and Raph: Brains and Brawn/Sarcastic Duo

Donnie and Mikey: PB&J/Gumball and Darwin

Mikey and Leo: Moon and Stars/Theater Kids

Leo and Raph: Cuphead and Mugman/A Team

Raph and Mikey: Right Brain/Sunrise Duo

Incorrect Quotes Sent By Inbox: Thanks for the Submission! :)

Tales of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles/Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Mutant Mayhem do not belong to me.

[cheezyratz]

Hello there, I'd love to hear your headcanons about the ninja turtles and their friends. Please and thank you.

Hi! Yay!! ^_^ i won’t put them all here but I’ll put my 2012 Leo headcanons :3

2012 Leo is Transfem and bi

she lives astrology, astronomy, and anything else related to space

she has autism and her hyperfixation is space heroes

She mostly age regresses involuntarily as a result of her upbringing and PTSD

she usually regresses to toddler ages, but she’ll still watch reality tv (she loves the drama)

she told Mikey about her regression first, then Donnie, then Raph

[turtleblogatlast]

Thinking about the Don Suave scene and what it means in terms of LGBTQ+ representation because my brain does nothing if not torment me with random topics to ramble about on the regular.

Anyway, I just wanted to ramble about why I like the scene but to get it out of the way - the scene can very easily be interpreted in so many different ways, and all of them are valid. I personally see it as Leo having at least some attraction to a man. And the following is an explanation of my own interpretation and thoughts on it and what it means especially for Leo’s portrayal in the grand scheme of things.

Long-winded interpretation under the cut!

Now, to start with, it’s important to me that in the scene Leo looks at Don Suave in the very beginning and then for the entirety of the rest of the time the man is on screen, Leo’s eyes are closed. Yet, in the end, he is still visibly enamored with Don Suave, happily cuddling up to him as he’s being carried away.

You can very easily interpret this as Leo being spellbound and that’s honestly super valid and I believe he likely was at least somewhat in the beginning, but considering how fast he looked away and how he never looked again, I personally think it makes more sense to read it as Leo just finding the man attractive, at least somewhat. (For the record, I personally headcanon Rise Leo as bisexual with a heavy preference for men, but I want to be blunt when I say that any interpretation is valid. Literally any. Ace, pan, gay, bi, none of the above or a mixture of something new literally all of it is more than okay and fair. Hell you could even interpret this entire scene as more romantic attraction than physical and it would still work. Anything goes!! Don’t bother people, guys, really.)

The main reason I take this scene to be at the very least LGBTQ+ adjacent isn’t just because of how it’s portrayed, but because of who Leonardo is. Not in terms of Rise of the TMNT, but in terms of the entire Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles™️ franchise.

Leo’s a character who, while changing with each iteration, has still at his core been around for decades upon decades as “the blue one”. One fourth of the team. He’s the one most are going to look at as the Leader, and oftentimes he is the one closest to having the title of Main Character. Not to say the others aren’t just as important, but Leo’s presence in the A plots of basically all TMNT media is often something very main character-esque.

And that’s very, very important to note. Here we have a Main Character of a prolific and decades long-running franchise distributed by a children’s television network. You can play around with his and his brothers’ characters all you like, but there is always going to be challenges to dodge around, especially since this was still in 2018-2019.

For example, you can play around with their designs so long as they’re color coded turtles, but their sexualities? Now that’s tricky.

“But what about Hypno and Warren?” Not main characters and also they’re Rise originals. They have a lot more room to play around with than a character like Leo does. But even talking about main characters in the franchise, you could arguably have an easier time playing around with Donnie or Mikey’s sexualities than Leo or even Raph, as (unfortunately) the former two tend to get more B plots, so they’d likely have had a little more leeway (still not a lot though.)

So, where does this leave us?

It leaves us in a place where outright stating and/or showing undeniable proof of Leo’s attraction to men is very, very difficult. So, workarounds!

Workarounds like the entire Don Suave situation.

To be honest, as left up to interpretation and lowkey and deniable as it is, this whole scene means a lot to me because of who Leo is as a character. It’s just nice when we get so see even the bare bones of representation with characters that have been such a large part of pop culture for decades, y’know? Even if more would be so much nicer, this is better than I thought we’d ever get for these boys.

And, again, literally nothing I’ve said is the only way to interpret it, I’m more than happy when people interpret media on their own honestly, it’s just something I’ve been thinking of lately and I was wondering if others felt the same way.

Whatever you think when you interpret this scene or Rise Leo as a whole, I just thought this would be interesting to think about, even if it was ramble-y, haha.

[rainyraisin]

I am curious I know you have Raph being aro but what originally made you decide he was cishet? /gen question

Oh my gosh I am so very sorry I did not see this-

One major reason that I didn't consider an aro or ace identity for Raph originally was because both Donnie and Casey were already aroace, although they're on different parts of the spectrum. Having a third of the main cast be aroace already felt like a bit much to me so when it came to deciding on the identities for the rest of the main 6, them being aro or ace never came to mind, which is why Raph being aro-spec was such a late development. Iirc I did consider making Leo ace a while back but scrapped that for this same reason, along with the fact that I didn't want to muddy her arc considering how complex a character she already is.

However, a slightly sillier reason why Raph was originally cishet was like... he just looks like he would be 😭😭 I looked at that mutant ninja teenage turtle and went yup that's a cishet if I've ever seen one- Mikey was the same but he also later got changed like Raph did because oh my god if Mikey doesn't give off the most bi energy ever-

Thank you so much for the question!!!

[lillyorlyracat]

Remember my headcanons? Well, I just made this on picsart. I really love how it came out tbh :)

[love-killed-the-superstar]

Mikey being canonically trans fem is so cool. I am trans masc so it’s nice to see representation Mikey says trans rights. Also I headcanon raph is gay or at least bisexual depending on iteration for 03 he gives off gay viibes while rise I see him as bisexual what do you headcanon raph as? If you don’t mind me asking.

yesssss im more in the camp of mikey being the epitome of "gender? I hardly know her!" genderqueer specifically but I feel like any trans or non-binary read works - he's just Very Gender 🥰🥰🥰

Yesss 2k3 Raph reads as very gay to me!!! In most other iterations I would read him as bi but in 2k3 I get a gay vibe 🤔 Leo is also gay to me in pretty much every version - like if they ever let an og ninja turtle come out leo would be the least surprising to me