#raphael x gn reader

[fun-k-board]

TMNT 2012 with a s/o on their period

Note(s): I wrote this with a ftm Reader in mind, but there are no gendered pronouns or gendered titles used.

Characters included: Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michealangelo, April O'Neil, Casey Jones.

Leonardo

Listen, as much of a leader and confident guy you may believe he is, he is still a mutant turtle who does not get periods and only knows because it was mentioned in a show once and he wanted to know more. He will not understand, beside the basics of 'bleeding down there, intense hormones, and sometimes unbearable pain depending on who you ask.'

If you're someone who goes through a lot of physical pain expect an overbearing mother figure now in your life, he will literally be there with all the advice he can find that'll help.

With the limited resources in the lair and the fact he can't exactly go shopping himself, he'll ask April or Casey to buy period products or pain relief tablets for you if you complain. Even if he's awkward and shy about asking, he doesn't want to burden you by making you wait for a reply over text or have to get up, the fact it helps you makes it worth it.

Soup is also good, he knows how to make traditional teas and soups for you, with great difficulty, and help from Splinter, that will lessen your stomach cramps. Though if you get cravings he may be a little less helpful, it's hard to get ingredients when you live in the sewers and are hated by most of the world.

If you like company he would stay off patrols once or twice, but he's fairly strict about his schedule and won't go too far off it, even if he wants to help you.

If you don't get much pain, he's still by you in his free time and asking questions, you're literally bleeding he's never going to stop worrying.

Whenever you talk to him he basically soaks in the words like a sponge and uses it to help you, a one off 'yeah, this food helps.' and he's on his knees begging for April to buy some.

Raphael

Raphael... I love him, but he needs help when it comes to this. I imagine most of the other turtles at least know the basics, Michaelangelo is the worst but he still knows what a period is, but Raph just never really cared enough to learn.

He knows that a period happens... But that's about it. So, if you're in intense or even a small amount of pain and or wake up with blood around you, he's freaking the hell out, he thinks you've been stabbed or something or maybe he accidentally hurt you with his sais as you slept.

If you explain he's sort of like 'yeah whatever, how do we stop it from hurting you?' and then he never leaves your side.

You run out of products? Step out the way Casey and April, he's sneaking in the shop and thieving- I mean, he's putting on a trenchcoat and hat to hide his turtleness, and buying the products like a good mutant ninja turtle should. But seriously, he doesn't trust the two to buy the right ones, he gets the exact brand right somehow, even if you never tell him what one you want.

He pushes the exercise side of it, even if it doesn't help much, exercise is something that helps him so when he hears it can help he doesn't research further. It takes you explaining that it not only depends on the person but the exercise for him to pout and let you lead.

Donatello

He'd probably panic for a while but then tries to look through a science lense, like, oh! You need to level your blood sugars in this week, these excersises will help you but these won't, make sure to keep your stomach warm so you can lessen the contractions and pain.

Gets a bit sad if you're the type to be more distant and want alone time on your period, especially if you don't like loud noises. Donatello usually has you watching him while he works on his science stuff, so when you aren't it's a demotivator.

Ends up completely abandoning his work just to follow you around like a sad puppy, tending to your every need or waiting outside your room for a text from you if you need something.

If you want him around he's a lot more easy going, if you don't mind sitting in the lab with him while he works then he's all for it, of course he's checking on you every once and a while, and will talk when he wants to, but it comes from him wanting to help you.

If you have health issues caused by your period or your period is made worse by your health issues he's helping you a lot, he knows a lot about human anatomy and how to help ease pain, especially since April and Casey started hanging out with the Turtles more often.

He has a whole section of a diary dedicated to you, and that includes your period, when you're due, what food you've told him helps you, what foods you've said make it worse, what pain you usually describe as, etc, etc.

Michealangelo

Michaelangelo is 100% the type of guy who just goes along with what you want because he wants to help, he probably knows that you bleed, you get mood swings, and you're in pain. And that's all he needs to know.

He's watching you for your entire cycle and just PRAYING nothing bad will happen, gives you all the food you want, no matter how unusual. This can sometimes make it worse, because cravings aren't always foods that will help you, and he feels really really bad if that happens.

He tries to hold himself back on just giving you whatever you want, but when you look up he just folds and starts treating you like royalty.

He can't make a lot of normal foods, he can make pizzas and maybe a decent sandwich, but besides that he's a bit useless, so he tends to buy you microwaved dinners. Unless you don't like them. And then he's just lost.

Mikey asks Donatello to help on the more science level, like no, chocolate will not help, that's a dumb myth, it will only make your sugar levels higher and increase pain, plus blood flow, and nobody wants that.

Cue Mikey closing the oven to hide his chocolate pizza he was making for you.

When buying or storing products, he tends to sort of forget how expensive they are, he'll go in with only a couple of dollars and fall to the floor in utter shock upon realising that is not nearly enough.

But he may or may not steal a few, he saves the city, he gets no money from it, this is completely justified in my opinion.

It's not like he tells anybody anyway.

April O'Neil

She understands so much, whatever you need she'll get for you within minutes.

If your cycles match up April and you will have days where you just sit down and cuddle together, usually at her apartment or in the lair.

She's most likely the one who goes shopping for stuff since she's usually shopping for the turtles as well, though you can come along or even do it yourself if hers is painful and yours is bearable enough to go and vice versa.

If you don't get much pain or mood swings, she makes a few jokes on how she wishes she was you, but if you ask her to stop she will.

Understands the pain that might come mentally, if yours is really bad during the month she even ignores the Turtles to help you out. Unless you want to be left alone in which case she can do that as well, but she will text you every few hours, this is probably happening with or without your period given how dangerous being friends with her is.

If you have intense pain, she's extremely worried for you and will try to help in any way she can, especially if you have other issues that impact your period and or your period causes you other issues.

Casey Jones

Once he gets it Casey doesn't care for the exact details, all he needs to know is when he needs to be involved. Then he's actually really helpful

Usually gets too embarrassed to buy pads for you so he asks April to do it for him, if she refuses he awkwardly makes his way over and will be red the entire time he buys them.

He will begrudgingly be mushy if it means you'll feel better, but also reluctantly leaves you alone if you prefer being alone, he's complicated when it comes to you.

Tends to try to make you laugh or smile if you get sad, but fails to realise that the flood gates of hell spill over with unholy blood whenever you do laugh too hard.

If you're someone with less blood and or pain he'll be asking once every few hours if you're okay, every month is the same, he never learns that you're going to be fine, or that you don't experience too much pain, but it shows he cares.

If you have intense pain he's next to you always helping and at your beck and call, he's fine with skipping out on time with April or the turtles because he doesn't want you in pain.

This has been in my drafts for a little over a year, I've only just got the strength to finish it (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

[cursedhaglette]

Ooooh fun!!

Hm, #7 Raphael X Mix (he/him ranger elf, can read more on my Tumblr or just improvise) 🤭 or reader! If you wanna do some Raphael of course 🤭

i'm gonna do raphael x reader just so it's a little more approachable, hope that's okay! writing for raphael was actually so refreshing, i'm actually so curious about writing for other characters after this exercise. thank you for requesting him!!

raphael x g/n reader; 1100 words content: blowjob (lol)

You don’t know how long you’ve been on your knees, but an ache has set in before you see him again. The devil, dressed in finery and backlit by the glowing sunset of Avernus like he’d been wrapped in a cape of red and orange light. 

He warned you, the last time he caught you snooping through his personal effects, that if he caught you again, there’d be hell to pay. You’d snorted a laugh at the flimsy joke and ran for the portal, magic you’ve grown proficient with since saving the world. What else did you have to do, between rebuilding a city and accepting praises for heroics you had no choice but to partake in? 

And the hells offered something the mortal plane didn’t - Raphael. 

Raphael in all his glory, horns and wings and talons. Red skinned, enormous, and perpetually smirking. Theatrical and wrathful. 

You were desperate for him now, so much so that you let yourself get caught this time, just to see how this might play out. What his punishments might include, how long he might hold you captive in this house of debauchery and pain and pleasure. 

The devil doesn’t speak as he approaches you, stopping a breath away and dragging one clawed finger under your chin, tilting your face until your eyes meet his. The smirk on his face is different, but still exquisite, and your breath catches in your throat as you await his punishment. 

Arousal builds in your core as you wait in silence, his expression unmoving. The wait is tantalizing, the kind of drama you know Raphael delights in and has subsequently left you aching for more. You want to see his wicked grins and hear the purr of his voice as he scolds you. 

“How, little mouse, should I punish you this time? It seems you haven’t yet learned the valuable lesson of leaving me alone,” he tuts once, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth,  before continuing, “so I can only assume you’ve become rather fond of our games.”

You swallow but stay quiet, aware he can sense the beat of your heart racing with anticipation, and don’t look away. 

“I can smell the arousal in your blood, the need coursing through your veins each time you set foot in my house,” the devil continues, “and I have to admit, I am quite curious to see if you can live up to the might expectations that come with being the Hero of Baldur’s Gate.”

He says “hero” with a scoff, though you know he respects your victory more than he’d ever let on. Hells, without it, he wouldn’t have been crowned King of the Hells. He aided you along your journey, watching every step you made with your companions. How deep does his curiosity actually go?

“Please,” you whisper, the scrape of the talon still holding your chin sending a jolt of delicious pain straight to your core. You don’t say anything else, frankly you’re a bit unsure what else to say without begging him to rake those talons down your spine as he takes you from behind, thrust after punishing thrust. 

“You forget, hero, that should I allow you that which you desire, I very well may decide to bind you as mine,” Raphael finally smiles, but it’s the kind of grin you’ve seen too many times to count - one that spells trouble and ought to evoke a feeling of mistrust. Instead, it stokes the fires in you, and you can’t help but squirm at the sight, desperate for some relief of the aching need you’re quickly losing control of. “I am not fond of letting go of those I enjoy.”

“Why else do you think I’ve been coming here?” You ask. “You know what I want, devil, so let me have it or let me go.”

“Let you have it,” he repeats, musing at the demand you dared utter in his home. But his hand falls from you, reaching to the button of his trousers. You finally look away from his face and notice a hardness there, caged behind the finest fabric in all the realms, that he releases with a single, deft hand. 

Your mouth waters at the sight, the red, ridged length and the beautiful head that already has a bead of wetness, gathering at the tip. Absentmindedly, you run your hands up the length of his thighs, and bite your lip as you look up.

“Go on then, let’s see how well you do and perhaps that will earn you a less devastating punishment, hmm?”

He slaps his cock against your cheek before you take it between your lips, licking at the bead of the devil’s arousal and moaning at the taste. You’ve longed for this moment, waited for months, and you intend to take your time now. You intend to impress. 

Your head bobs along his length, and you run your tongue along the infernal ridges, desperate to know how it might feel inside you. How each might feel as he pummels into you, and you moan at the image your conjure, the sound muffled by your desperate licking and sucking. 

“I must admit, my dear hero,” Raphael grunts from above you, one hand moving to tangle in your hair, "You are so pretty with my cock in your mouth."

His talons dig into your scalp, just enough to send a jolt of pain through you, mixing with the pleasure building within you. You ignore the tears that spring at the corners of your eyes as he hits the back of your throat - it’s worth it for the sound of his moan. 

You can’t help reaching between your legs now, your body begging to be touched by him but you know for now, your own hand will do the trick. He grinds into your mouth with increasing speed and the taste of him, the sound, floods your senses. You moan again, bucking your hips into your hand in tandem with Raphael’s, and you feel him tense briefly before a deep, drawn out moan escapes him. 

He floods your mouth, salty-sweet cum hitting the back of your eager throat in thick spurts, and he continues to buck his hips as he rides out his orgasm. You swallow once, then again, as he finishes, and then bob your head up and down his length one last time before moving to lick him clean. 

“Well, little mouse, it seems you have a talented mouth in more ways than I realized,” Raphael pants softly, the hand at the top of your head moving to caress your cheek for a brief moment. “Now, go to the bed and undress. The real punishments begin in the bedroom.”

[hotheadedhero]

Preoccupied (18+)

AN: Is Bay Raph constantly on my mind? Yes. Should you be on his mind constantly? DAMN STRAIGHT! I need not say more 😘

(NOTE: I had to delete the last post and reupload because for some reason it wasn't coming up on Tumblr under any of the tags. If the world doesn't need my smut just tell me now 😭)

Raphael x Reader

All characters are aged up

Warnings: NSFW, smutty content, 18+, MDNI, swears (though that's probably the least of your concerns in a fic like this), dirty thoughts, bordering on obsessive, masturbation, angsty because, damn it, I can't help myself, this got weirdly biblical for some reason, idk how to tag nsfw content, an insomniac trying to grammar, my first official smut so apologies if it stinks :'D

You’re a damned distraction, and Raphael doesn’t know what to do about it. He isn’t without his distractions. In fact, he’s classically known to get torn up in his head over things, especially when there’s an injustice thickly rooted in whatever nameless problem ails him. You, on the other hand, agitate him in ways he wishes not to be true. You’re everywhere he goes, just not physically, like a phantom limb - a subjugator who has conquered his very being. 

Many times, over and over, he has tried to categorise you, label you, so he can file you away and forget; anything in an attempt to get you out of his mind, as abnormally pragmatic as it is for him to go such a route. Are you a friend? Best friend? Something more? He bristles at the thought. ‘More’ is dangerous. ‘More’ is a bridge he’s not sure he wants to cross because of how deep this goes, how dark it is.

He catches himself thinking about you at the most inopportune moments. When he’s supposed to be strategising with his brothers, he’s replaying a conversation with you in his head, dissecting your words, searching for hidden meanings. He sees you in the flickering neon lights of the city, a fleeting silhouette blending into the urban tapestry of this concrete jungle. When he’s meant to be watching a game, he’s picturing your hands intertwined with his, your voice fluttering out his name, your body…

You’re not just a distraction, you’re a disruption, and the universe is hellbent on finding ways to toy with his teetering lucidity.

Grumbled curses and wet footsteps can be heard long before you’re seen, but silent curiosities would have been better left when you eventually appear in the lair. Three of the four brothers find themselves around you, each snickering at the pressed spring that is your body. Your crossed arms only tighten further into themselves, lips pulling in between your teeth at their lack of sympathy, but then you remember, they are boys.

Leo is the first to compose himself, matching your exaggerated stance with a raised grin. “You’re not looking very weather-appropriate.”

“I was up until about five minutes ago.” Your hands wipe away at your scrunched-up face. “One moment, sun.” You fling them down, the water hitting the ground with an offensive slap. “The next, a bunch of angry clouds piss on me.”

Laughing semi-heartedly, you loosely gesture at yourself, but dilated pupils behind red cloth have been trained on you the moment you walked in. Head-to-toe, you’re soaked: your clothes stick to you in a way that feels intrusive, accentuating every curve and contour he's learned to admire from a distance, only daring to steal glimpses when you’re not looking. The damp fabric clings to you like a lifeline, his of which is fleeting, and it just highlights your shape, each detail so clear, too clear. It shatters the fragile walls he’s fought to keep intact, a crude violation of the mental boundaries he's desperately trying to maintain. Raphael can’t stand it, and he loathes how the rain has matted your baby hairs to your forehead, a small, insignificant feature compared to the rest, and yet it leaves you looking the most exposed.

In the hazy realm of conversation woven between you and his brothers, he drifts, utterly unaware now. He thinks he catches a flash of Donnie hurrying away, yet the essence of it all slips through his fingers like mist. His form is anchored to this corner, while his thoughts wander far beyond the grasp of the present moment. He wants to lick the rain off your cheek and whisper unspoken secrets he never knew he could keep, what he’s been aching to do to you for so long. He can almost picture how you would taste against his tongue, how soft your skin would be compared to his calloused touch.

As his gaze drops out of focus, you inch closer, lowering to a crawl. Staring up through your lashes, you stop on your knees in front of him, eyes glazed with his deliverance and his destruction all at the same time. He can practically see everything from this angle, each wet crease of material grasping closely onto your body, impersonating one of those marble statues that seem impossible to make by hand. Your damp palms press into his thighs to hoist yourself up, the cold doing little to cool him, doing the opposite, in fact - warm puffs of air feathering against his starved face. His breath shortens, but he does nothing. This should stop; he can’t find it in himself to press that big red button, but this needs to stop. As you close in on him, lips ghost over his own with expectant sighs mixing between each other, and then-

The towel draped over your shoulders is the fire blanket to his perverse absorption; he’s pulled back into reality, where he is, but it doesn’t completely snuff out the embers. His eyes have had a taste of you now, a sample of the meal that he hungers so hopelessly for. You glance around, your gaze lingering on Raph for a fraction of a second before panning away, and he jolts, like a live wire has been threaded through his veins. In that second, he thinks you know, he thinks you’ve caught a glimpse into his vulgar mind, and he expects you to run off, but you don’t. Instead, you pull the towel closer and laugh at something Mikey says, the short spit of eye contact already falling from your awareness whilst it nails into his with a hammer.

Raphael’s fists clench under the table, knuckles paling beneath the wraps. You have no idea. He's thankful for that but it almost pisses him off that you have no clue just how much you invade his everything. He doesn’t quite know when this all started, but he hopes to God it has an end because he’s not sure how much longer he can handle it.

There's a deep shame that comes with these daydreams, an itch that burns within the lowest parts of his belly every time his mind so much as wanders. Unfortunately, the image of you, any image of you, scorches him worse than that guilt, which is why he can't resist those long nights of rutting against his pillow, endless scenarios flicking behind his eyes like a roll of film that goes on forever. There were many reasons that he was thankful for finally getting his own room, more so now than ever. It doesn’t matter what you do, he finds himself in the same place by the end of each day. There’d be the occasional brush of arms, a weightless touch that would burden his skin with gooseflesh, or moments when he’d manage to make you laugh, and the sound itself would drive a tremble through his shell. He thought this was an innocuous crush to begin with, all signs pointed that way, and then it happened.

Shit.

He remembers how this all started now.

It was one of those instances when you didn’t want to go home, too tired after a particularly harrowing shift at work. You had gotten a decent amount of TLC at the lair, but arguably too good, as you found yourself drooping on the couch. The boys would have happily escorted you back home, even volunteering to carry your sluggish form if that’s what it meant, to which you threw out some languidly-humoured remark about them trying to kick you out. Not even. Not ever.

“Take my bed,” Raph had offered without a second thought.

The proposition felt harmless at the time, and his intentions were so. There was no way he was going to let you sleep on the worn mound of springs and pillows that had endured the weight of four mutant behemoths for so many years. He could take it for the night, no big deal. It wouldn’t have been the first time, and truthfully, he was more than willing to sacrifice his comfort for yours. He hadn't even considered the implications of you sleeping in his bed, nor did he think of the consequences: this seed of yearning that would be planted that night to bloom and blossom into the twisted, prickly vine that now chokes his thoughts.

You, bless your oblivious heart, had accepted readily, a tired smile gracing your lips. "As long as you’re sure, Raph. I don't want to put you out."

"Positive," he'd confirmed, a little too quickly perhaps, and then retreated to grab a blanket and pillow.

That night, he barely slept. The couch was uncomfortable, sure, but there was something else: something that nagged at him. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it. His first thought was the lack of activity from the day, barely any thugs had tried their hand at disturbing the peace, or whatever peaceful looks like for the streets of New York. Chances are, he was just restless from how many skulls he didn’t crack. Maybe not. At the time, he was stumped for an explanation, and that only secured his inability to suspend consciousness.

Before long, the early morning had arisen, and you along with it. Raphael’s failure to nod off meant he caught your freshly woken self tiptoeing out of his room. He made no effort to greet you, playing into the idea that he was genuinely asleep as you thought him to be, some parts convinced that he might have been. You slid through the lair with a swan-like equanimity he didn’t want to disturb; each clip of your shoes against the floor calculated and measured to soften the blow of your steps. He probably would have woken up were he soundly snoozing, but the attempt was still appreciated. Raphael never regarded himself as the type to silently observe, to pick up on the little details with such ease, but he had found that he was a little more introspective about these things since you’d been around.

Once you had disappeared completely, he rose from his “slumber” and slipped into his room. He figured he’d be able to get at least a couple of hours' sleep under his belt. He was very wrong about this, however. Upon entering his room, he quickly realised that sleep would be much harder to come by now. The lacklustre day had left him restless, that’s what he kept telling himself at the time, but that wasn’t the real reason. The real reason was the apparitional warmth of your presence on his bed, and if he tried really hard, he’d almost be able to perfectly emulate your body lying in his company. Moreover, it was the lingering scent, faint as it was, that had truly undone him - sweet, undeniably yours, intoxicating. Slowly, he had descended atop the mattress on his side, his cheek brushing against the pillow that you had previously lain on. He could picture you in his place, as you had just been minutes before, curled up in his blankets, comfortable in his space.

He inhaled deeply, committing the fragrance to memory. Succumbing to this was crossing a precarious line. He thinks he knew that, but he couldn’t help himself. A thick rope had taken hold of him without his knowledge, narrowing its taught breach the more he let himself surrender. As he took another heavy breath in, his hand crept down to the beating, almost painful throb that had somehow alluded him until that moment.

This was wrong. Perverted. He was taking advantage, in a way, of your trust, of the virtuous act of offering you comfort when you needed it. You wouldn’t want this. You wouldn’t want him thinking of you this way. And yet, he just could not stop. The essence of you clung to his sheets, whispering promises he had no right to entertain.

A groan escaped his throat, muffled by the pillow he was now pushing into his face, practically suffocating himself in the hints of you that were lingering deep within it. He imagined you hearing him, recoiling in disgust, the trust in your eyes replaced with disappointment, with something akin to fear. The thought was a sharp, painful stab, but still, it wasn't enough to halt his sudden fit of impure mania. He was too far gone, caught in the undertow of his appetite.

He came quickly, shame immediately washing over him in a freezing wave. The pleasure was fleeting, unsatisfying, tainted by the knowledge of his transgression. He lay there, panting, the scent of you now heavy and cloying, no longer intoxicating but strangling. He wanted to scrub himself clean, to erase the moment, to rewind and never offer his bed in the first place.

In his post-nut clarity, it hits him, the disgrace of it all: how badly he wants you, how desperate he is to feel the weight of your body on his, how much he needs every plush piece of skin to become tainted under his hands.

The days that followed were torture; worse than torture if there’s a word for it. He knew he had to avoid you, at least for a while. There was no way he could bear to face you, to see the innocent trust in your eyes. He needed time to process, figure out how to reconcile the image he had of himself with the reality of his actions, but any moment of closure would be met with opposition. Annoyingly, small things: a hair clip in the dojo, a book on the kitchen counter, a faint smudge of lip gloss on a discarded coffee cup. In your absence, these tiny objects served as landmines to his crime, a reminder of what he had done and what he couldn’t have.

Instances in which you were present to share the same air as him, however, were worse, and they still are. If you’re reading, he’s watching the curve of your neck. When he hears you laugh, he hears a calling that simply doesn’t exist. He may catch you licking your lips when they dry, an inattentive habit that makes him envious of your tongue. Each one of these details slots into a catalogue, stored away in the private chambers of his mind to be revised during those lonely nights.

Even his epiphany about stepping back and admiring from afar has been contaminated. Productive revelations have been spoiled and replaced with this thing he doesn’t know how to name. That act of defiling a space you occupied had undeniably tarnished any interaction with you, and in doing so, he had tarnished himself.

He’s a terrible person. People don’t have thoughts like this about their friends. Or, if they do, they’d at least stand a better chance of enacting these thoughts. He should just exonerate himself from you entirely, retreat to the shadows as he has always been taught to. The temptation itself almost makes him laugh. That would imply he has the will strong enough to remove himself from your life, a will he no longer possesses now that you’re in his.

Why can’t it be so easy?

That morning that started this all, something inside him had irrevocably broken. A dam had burst, unleashing a torrential wave of depravity he never knew existed within him. Before that, he’d just thought of you as someone who occasionally wracked his nerves in confusing ways if the circumstances were right. Now? You are everything: his obsession, his undoing, his most profound and concealed secret.

If only this were a simple crush, he could settle for that. It would come with its own problems, he knows, but he could at least sustain it with more prudence; deal with it.

He remembers a time, before you, when his nights were his own, when he could lay his head down after a job well done and bid the day farewell. His skin twitches if he tries to keep any urge at bay, fever lurches behind his eyes any time they close, and if by some miracle he can find his way to sleep without giving in, you all but manage to torment his dreams, too. Vivid, explicit, and utterly mortifying. He’ll wake up drenched in sweat, heart pounding, and worst of all, with morning wood just to add more to this mess for atrocities' sake. He really shouldn’t be thinking about you in this way. You’re a friend, that’s the operative word he strains to keep in mind, but his body, his innate calling, doesn’t care about propriety.

It’s especially bad when he wishes he could practise his older brother’s restraint and condition himself to keep you out of his head. Leonardo’s calm, almost serene detachment is a lifestyle away from his turbulent fixations. Leo, the picture of divine patience, can seemingly shut off any unwanted thought with the flick of a wrist, whilst Raphael is a wildfire, and you the kindling. It’s not as though the routine tactics of his brother would serve him aid in this situation, anyway. Meditation has never done him any good, and it’d only give you the space to tangle yourself up in his imagination again. Instead, he buries himself in his workouts. He tries to sweat it out, tire himself to the point of mindless exhaustion, but the sweat itself stings, and the ache in his muscles is a feeble attempt to dull the sharper ache in his shell.

When he isn’t riddled with pliable what-ifs and maybes, when there is a moment that these lascivious infections decide to leave him be, he has the camera peering down at himself. How long can he actually keep this up? How long will it be before he cracks, before he says or does something he’ll live to regret, regret more than what he’s already done in the dark corners no one dares tread? He’s a ticking time bomb, and you, naively unaware, are holding the detonator.

One way or another, you’re in everything he does, absentminded things like fiddling with his sai; the touch of cool steel against his palms imitates the delicate curve of what he imagines your jawline to feel like. Even the harsh rasp of his father’s voice during sparring matches can't silence the whisper of your name, a prohibited prayer that lingers in his ears. He can't keep you out of his head. He hates it, this constant, burning awareness of you – a forbidden fruit he longs to taste but knows he can't. The self-disgust, the guilt, the painful longing; all of it is a cruel torment, a self-inflicted wound he can't seem to staunch.

He wants to scream, especially on these restless nights, to shatter the silence and break free from the invisible bonds that chain him to this impossible, unbearable infatuation. Yet, all he can do is lie there, a prisoner of his desires, and you visit him once again, not as the friend he knows, the one who laughs easily and quips back with no effort, but as a vision of his indecency. Your smile is a siren's call, eyes a bottomless reservoir of promise. You say things he can only ever dream of hearing from your lips.

This is a fantasy he’s played out innumerable times, but each rerun feels like the first.

You lie back, sprawled across his bed like a fallen angel. Is he your rescuer, or the bastard who shot you down just so he could have you? He can fool himself into thinking this is a mutual salvation, but his jealousy of the stars will have you dragged into the pit with him, where he can savour your divine spirit all to himself. You would never willingly step away from heaven’s light to meet him, of course you wouldn’t, but at least he can pretend, even for a short while, that he has somehow convinced you to fall into this madness with him. He can delude himself that he isn’t quite so alone, and so he follows the illusion of you and takes, moving like a man possessed, lacking dignity, lacking regard.

He stops fighting these premonitions now. He thinks that if he wholeheartedly appeases this greed, abandons all virtue to the fever dream that paints you as his willing partner, that he’ll be set free. He lets the imagined warmth of your skin banish the cold reality of his isolation. He allows the phantom scent of your hair to fill his airless room, drowning voluntarily so that he can fall to the ocean’s depths where he may finally find peace.

This dance with delirium, sometimes culminating for hours, eventually has to conclude, however. Your mirage blurs into nothing the closer he gets to the end, hoping with a crossed jaw that this will be the last time he sullies your good name inside his fist.

It never is.

No matter how many times he relieves himself to your notion, it never alleviates the want, the need, the dependency that’s been conceived on this idea of having you. It only makes it worse. His stomach empties more each time, and his head bloats with new possibilities just to mock him. Every instance in which he falls victim to his imagination, he staggers closer to Hell, and Earth’s core will burn him alive long before he ever admits to the degeneracy of his vestige’s mind. This false impression of reality is much sweeter, bitter in its aftertastes, but easier, a dark bubble without complication, without an outward looking in to tell him how wrong this is.

You’re a damned distraction, and at the cost of his sanity, Raphael can’t find it in himself to do anything about it.

This is kind of an idea I coined off of @moxfirefly (called Obsesión on AO3) when I realised the similarities halfway into writing, so go read that!! It's a good one yo 🙏

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#953 The 3 Drunkards

The brothers sent you to take care of the drunk trio...it is not what you expect..

Raph: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Luci? Luci: Simeon, easily. Sim, laughing: What the fuck, Lucifer Luci: Well, Mc would be too easy. They’d probably be into it. Mc, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?

It's canon that these three a booze hounds...and we are the sacrificial lamb to bring em back home-

[devildomwriter]

They Discover You Doodling Them in Your Notebook | Others x Reader

Solomon, Simeon, Luke, Raphael, Mephistopheles, Barbatos, Diavolo x GN! Reader

Solomon

Solomon had called you in for another lesson in potions, one he had invented himself by mistake. At first, you were really interested and participated but now you were waiting for the mixture to settle so he was organizing his things in the meantime.

As you waited you helped yourself to some of Luke’s cookies but then he, Simeon, and Raphael turned in for the night and it was just you and your D.D.D. which was nearly dead. To pass the time left you took out your sketchbook intending to study but you were much too tired for that and your pencil had a mind of its own.

You had no intentions to draw Solomon but your eyes followed him as he walked around the room, humming an unknown archaic song. He looked as innocently cheery as ever despite being anything but.

You blushed as you studied the way his hair fell across his face, the way his gray eyes darted back and forth as he collected things with careful precision.

Then without meaning to, your eyes met and you quickly looked away pretending it didn’t happen. This was the wrong move as it made him more suspicious. He walked over with a smile hoping you were studying as you’d intended.

“My, look how studious my apprentice is being!” He beamed and before you could protest he quickly levitated the notebook in front of him as you tried to hide your blush.

“Oh my. Studying me are we? Well, I certainly don’t mind but our potion is ready now. However, I could set aside some time later tonight if you’d like?”

“For me to draw you?”

“Hm…sure if that’s what you’re really interested in. But I get the feeling that’s not what you were drawing me, is it?”

Spot on as always, you snatched your notebook back and hid your red face as he laughed and teased you further.

It was going to be a long night no matter what you decided.

Simeon

You sat up against the headboard on Simeon’s bed, writing in your notebook as he sat at his screen typing away as ideas for his novel flooded his brain.

You didn’t understand how he broke free from his writer’s block so easily. Maybe it was some divine power? Most writers procrastinated for a living, while he wrote nearly every day for millennia.

You took a sip of your drink and sat it down on his nightstand. You’d come over to spend time with him doing nothing in particular. Being in each other’s presence was enough to be content and it was significantly calmer here than back at the House of Lamentation.

He strongly encouraged you to study or take a nap, whatever you felt like but trying to study was hard to begin with, but impossible when staring at his exposed back as he sat across from the bed. You had no idea what angel garments were so open but you weren’t complaining.

You decided you’d sketch him while you could, it gave you great practice at drawing backs, something you rarely considered doodling.

As you sat there in a daze you stared at his shoulder blades, the way he hunched over the keyboard and occasionally sat back to stretch and avoid poor posture. You desperately wanted to run your hand across his soft skin and Simeon must’ve felt your eyes in him because he sat up and turned around to see you sketching away.

He was by your side by the time you saw him and you let out a small “eep” that made him laugh. He thought you were truly adorable.

“May I see?” He asked and you blushed but allowed him since he’d been so polite.

He looked at the drawing and blushed, “My, these are excellent, ___.” He praised. “You’ve spent so long watching me type away, it’s your turn now. Allow me to pose for you?”

Luke

You were at Purgatory Hall, via Luke’s invitation to help him with a new recipe. Luke had it down so you mostly watched and agreed with the comments he made about the process and taste.

Now it was in the oven and you had nothing but time. Luke decided it would be a good idea to study, and not wanting to look less responsible than the child, you took out your notebook too.

You watched Luke kick his legs and stick out his tongue as he thought about what he was writing. It was so cute you had to capture it and taking out your D.D.D. would just alert him so you quickly got to sketching.

You propped your notebook up a bit so he couldn’t see it from where he was.

He sighed exasperatedly and frowned at his assignment. “Hey, ___?” He asked.

“Yeah?” You responded without looking away from your drawing.

“I don’t really get this part, can you help me?” You set your pencil down and looked at the question.

“Oh heck no,” you said bluntly.

“Huh?”

“Sorry, I have no idea what that is at all, ask Solomon.”

“I would but he’s at the Demon Lord’s Castle today.”

“Oh yeah…”

“Well, if you don’t know anything about it what have you been working on?”

“Oof, caught red-handed. I was just drawing you,” you admitted and spun your notebook around to show him.

His eyes lit up and he smiled, “WOW, ___! This is really good!” He paused for a minute and pointed at one of the drawings.

“Why do I have cat ears?”

“Actually, those are Chihuahua ears.”

“___!”

Raphael

You watched Raphael hum as he sorted through the rows of fabrics trying to find the right one for his new embroidery project.

He’d asked you to tag along and you excitedly agreed as he wasn’t much of a social butterfly and you loved getting a chance to hand around him more. You didn’t expect, however, that finding a single piece of fabric for his new pillow was going to take over an hour.

Raphael was very particular so you should’ve expected this, maybe some part of you had as you’d brought along your notebook.

The notebook wasn’t for school or anything in particular, just something to jot down notes or ideas as they came to you. Right now all that came to you was the strong urge to sketch Raphael’s serious gaze as he sifted through hundreds of sheets of fabric.

Occasionally he’d show one to you with a sweet smile and ask for your opinion, but in the end, he chose whatever felt right.

Each time you looked up from your drawing he was in much the same position but slightly farther down the aisle until you looked up to see he wasn’t there.

You set your notebook down on the chair and stood up quickly looking for him.

“Raphael?” You called.

“What is this your drawing?” You heard directly behind you and jumped.

Raphael seemed concerned as you caught the breath he’d scared out of you. You laughed it off and sighed.

“You’re really so quiet,” you huffed.

“No…I just don’t think you were paying attention.” He commented.

He picked your notebook up to see the drawings of him across the page.

It was difficult to tell how he felt as he wasn’t very expressive until a sweet smile crossed his face and his eyes seemed to sparkle just a bit.

He handed the notebook back to you, “You have talent.” He complimented and you blushed.

“Do you think I could draw you with your spear sometime?”

He tilted his head, “what for?”

“Art?”

“Hmm…” He thought about it before smiling “Sure.”

Thirteen

Thirteen had invited you to her home to help her build her latest invention. You were excited to get in on it but she was so absorbed you were mostly left to handing her tools and trying to remember what she named them. So instead of being useless, you decided to take notes as she explained some of it to you.

Eventually, you became so lost that you just gave up and started drawing it instead and when you ran out of tools to draw you started sketching Thirteen.

It was simple at first, just brief pencil strokes in a sloppy outline but then you began to focus on her. The way her hair fell into her face as she leaned in closer, the spark in her eyes and brilliant smile as she discovered something new, the red tint on her cheeks when she caught you staring at her.

“Hey? What are you doing?” She asked and stood up walking over to you.

Too embarrassed to admit you weren’t doing what she’d asked and had been sketching her instead you hid the notebook in your backpack.

“What? You’re really not gonna show me?” She said a little surprised as you were usually very open with her.

“I…got distracted.” You admitted and she shook her head.

“Really? I was hoping you’d keep instructions for me, I plan to mass-produce these. That way if that damn sorcerer brings down one, he’ll have hundreds more to watch out for!” She began laughing manically to herself and you laughed at her antics and nodded.

You reacted for your notebook again and she quickly snatched it from you, “It’s mine now!”

“Thirteen?” You poured and she laughed and flipped through your notebook. She found the pages you’s written in and nodded approvingly until she got to her sketches and her face turned a shade of pink darker than her hair.

“Wh-what are these?”

“…I got distracted.”

She blushed again and handed the notebook back to you. “Fine, I’ll allow it,” she huffed and got back to work occasionally fixing her hair now that she knew you had your eyes on her.

Mephistopheles

Mephistopheles has called you into the RAD Newspaper’s office that morning to assist him with an interview. Lucifigus, a friend of Asmodeus’s was going to be hosting a fashion week show in the greenhouse at RAD. Mephistopheles wanted your assistance taking down notes as he interviewed to make sure things flowed smoothly.

Mephistop was already taking diligent notes as was his habit so at some point you began lazily jotting down two words here and there in between doodling. Lucifugus was a beautiful demon but you couldn’t help but be drawn to Mephistopheles and his enthusiastic but serious expression as he conducted the interview.

After what felt like an hour Mephistopheles stood up and extended his hand to Lucifigus to shake so you quickly got to your feet to do the same.

“Thank you for your time,” you mimicked Mephistopheles and Lucifigus grinned and thanked you both before leaving with a flirtatious wave.

“Well, I’d say that went very well,” Mephistopheles grinned and turned to you, holding up his notebook. “Now then, let’s compare notes.”

Your face turned a little pink and he noticed, “No need to be flustered. I’ve been doing this far longer than you so you needn’t worry about matching my level of skill.”

He reached for your notebook but you closed it abruptly. He gave you a slightly exasperated look. “___… you were taking notes, right…like I asked?”

“Uh…um…at first.”

He sighed, “At first?” He decided to investigate for himself and grabbed your notebook, flipping through it until he found what you’d been doing and his cheeks flushed a color darker than his hair.

“I-I see…” he stuttered, more flustered than you. “W-well, I suppose it’s only natural to document the most interesting person in the room.” He boasted but inside he was a melting mess. ‘How cute can this human be?’

Barbatos

You had your notebook out, ready to write down recipes for Barbatos as he experimented with improving one of Diavolo’s favorite meals. You volunteered to help so you could gain some cooking experience, something you sorely lacked.

Barbatos hummed and his tail flicked back and forth as he concentrated. Every so often he looked your way to see what you were doing and was pleased to see you happily jotting down notes in your book. After a few minutes, he noticed something strange. He’d tell you to write something down and you’d flip back a few pages to jot it down.

He frowned and quickly deduced that you were doing something other than observing his cooking instructions but decided to let you do as you pleased since he worried he’d bore you with the painfully long waiting time in between cooking steps.

You watched Barbatos with a small smile as you gently sketched his features in your notepad. You were worried he’d notice and want a look at what you were doing. That would be humiliating for you since you were far from being a good realism artist—you preferred chibi sketches, something Barbatos found odd when Leviathan did it.

Your eyes briefly met his and you blushed and watched him set a timer for the sweets before turning back to you.

“May I see what you’ve written so far?” He asked with a warm smile and you nodded and quickly flipped to the correct page.

He reached out his hand to take the book but you kept a firm grip on it, tipping him off further, so he hid a chuckle and simply observed your notes instead.

“Ah, good. But you’ll need to fix this,” he hummed and took out a pen from his apron. “May I?” He asked and you nodded handing the notebook over so he could correct your notes.

He leaned over the counter as he wrote down what he needed and you froze as you saw him quickly flip to your sketch page.

He met your eyes as he did so, a mischievous smile across his face as you quickly got up to explain.

“Um—I was just—“

Barbatos looked down at the sketches of himself and his heart skipped. He covered his mouth to hide his pleasure with what he saw, but when he saw your panicked expression he was quick to praise you.

“These are incredible, ___, why don’t I make you some tea while you continue?”

Diavolo

Diavolo sat across from you at the RAD lunch table. He’d invited you to his private booth that day since it was hard to find time in his schedule to be with you.

He grinned as he watched you studiously write in your school notebooks for what he assumed was your previous Devildom Math course, a subject he knew you struggled with.

He sipped on his tea from Barbatos who took the cup back to refill it.

“Your tea is getting cold,” Diavolo reminded you and you were brought back to reality and quickly closed your sketchbook with a small blush, worried he’d bit iced what you were doing.

Diavolo hadn’t noticed, but a certain butler did and he smiled at you knowingly and excused himself to replenish your snacks.

“I’m glad to see you working so hard here, I know it hasn’t been easy adjusting,” Diavolo complimented and you almost felt a little guilty that you weren’t studying at all.

You’d been working on your art style lately, ignoring math for as long as you could, and the current subject of your artistic inspiration was the beautiful demon prince in front of you.

“It’s more like adjusting to going back to school, than anything,” you admitted and he nodded.

“I see. Another reason you should be proud of yourself, as I am,” he grinned and reached out his hand.

You gave him a quizzical look so he laughed and asked for your notes, “May I see what you are studying? I might be able to help?”

You were caught now. Your study books were shoved in your backpack on the ground.

“Umm, actually I was just sketching…” you admitted and he tilted his head, a curious gleam in his eyes.

“Oh! I’d love to see your art if you’ll let me.” He asked excitedly so you nodded and flipped to the beginning of your sketchbook where you had normal sketches of the Devildom.

It pleased Diavolo to see you drawing his realm and the creatures in it but then he flipped a little too far into the notebook and you quickly stood up to take it back but it was too late.

“Oh, what’s this?” He asked as he saw page after page of himself from all different angles.

“I uh…” you were lost for words and defeatedly covered your blush, hiding your face in your hands.

He laughed at your reaction and handed your notebook back, “I’m sorry, did you not want me to see these?”

He gave you your sketch pad back and you blushed and hid it in your bag finally taking a sip of your drink instead. It was quiet for a moment before Diavolo cleared his throat and looked at you with a faint blush in his cheeks.

“I’d love it if you could do my portrait sometime. Nothing would make me happier than to have your art in the walls of my castle where I can see it every day.”

Brothers

[bones4thecats]

This was a random thought but… What about the rise boys (separate) making out with their S/o, and the turtles brother calls S/o for help with something and asks “What are you doing?” And without hesitation S/o says “Your brother” how would they react? 

↳ In The Night, She Hears Him Calling.

A Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles × GN! Reader.

Requester: Anonymous.

Characters Included: Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, and Michelangelo.

A/N: These are short and sweet. I also think you guys can tell who my favorite to write this stuff for is...

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❤️ Raphael was somewhat accustomed to physical contact. He did have three younger brothers, so hugs were fairly normal in his day-to-day life. But kisses were not. ❤️ Whenever you would come up to him and leave a peck either on his face, arms, or his lips, he'd turn a shade of red similar to that of a cherry. This is where his nickname, Big Cherry, came from. ❤️ Clicking on your phone, you hit the icon of your large boyfriend smiling and messing with a cat you had found. Your smile softened and you hit the call button, already giddy for when you'd arrive at the lair and be with your dearest mutant turtle.

His forearms held you both up on the floor as your hands cupped his cheeks. His lips were against yours. Both of your breaths catching and wearing out as your lips moved against one another.

You could already feel him wearing down to almost putty. His cheeks glowed against the faint light a bright red, to which you giggled and pulled away from his lips.

Between you both was a small strand of saliva, and while you tried catching your breaths, you heard a voice yell for you.

"You think you can come judge a competition?" Leonardo yelled.

"No, I'm doing something!"

"Whatcha doing?"

"Your brother."

"Oh, alright. Wait what?!-"

💙 Leonardo was known to be quite flirty, both before and after you got together. But, his flirting was always directed at you. No matter what, even if someone flirted with him, he'd send his retorts at you. 💙 It was because of his flirty nature that you became more bold around him. Your hands lingering on certain parts of his body or even light, innocent kisses staying for a few seconds longer. 💙 So, when you walked into his room and sat on his lap, you caught his attention. A smirk crossed his face as he tossed his comic to the side and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer.

You had been at this for what felt like hours. Leonardo's lips hardly left yours. And whenever they did, you would jump right back to your previous actions. It was as if you were attached by a string to never stop kissing.

He hummed and gripped the back of your neck, pulling you towards him to keep the affection up. It felt amazing, and you would be lying if you said you wanted it all to stop.

Yet, it seems someone wanted it too.

Your boyfriend's bedroom door opened and a scream was heard. "What in the name of Isaac Newton are you doing?!" Donatello screamed.

"Your brother."

Cue Leonardo cackling as Donatello nearly passed out in his doorway.

💜 Donatello was never one for physical contact. Whether platonic or romantic, it just wasn't for him. And you respected that. It wasn't his thing, you weren't gonna force it on him. 💜 But, lately, he's been feeling a desire to be closer to you. To have his hand intertwined with yours. To wrap his arms around your waist. To press his lips against yours and kiss you until you passed out from the lack of oxygen. 💜 Okay, maybe he wanted some attention. 💜 Reaching for his phone, Donatello hit your icon and pressed the phone. Replaying what he was going to say and what he could say back if you agreed or disagreed on coming over, he heard your voice. And he asked for you to come over.

You laid on your back against the bed. The mutant on top of you greedily grasped your thigh and hiked it up to wrap around his waist. His lips sucked on your neck as you groaned and bent, stomach going up while head pressed deeper into the mattress.

Pulling away from your sensitive skin, Donatello's lips wrapped around yours. It was like a dance in a musical; one instrument was dominant while the other hid underneath it.

Just as he reached with his hand and hiked your other leg to wrap around his waist like the opposite, you heard his oldest brother yelling for you.

"We need some help with the couch. You doing anything?"

"Just your brother."

"Wait... What did you mean by that?

"WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT?!"

🧡 Michelangelo was known for his emotional personality. He could change from innocent and happy to hotheaded and borderline bloodthirsty. That shined purely when around you and his brothers. 🧡 He felt the need to constantly touch you. Whether holding hands of holding the other in a hug, he just felt that need to be giving and receiving affection from you. 🧡 That never changed, especially during nights you stayed over. Laying in his bed side-by-side, you looked into his eyes. The shimmers inside dimmed as you cupped his cheek with a hand, him doing the same. And when your lips connected, you were both lost.

You rolled around, lips leaving only to connect once again. It was like he was the positive magnet and you were the negative; you always connected, never repelled from one another.

Michelangelo hugged you, his hands on the lowest part of your back as he pulled you to sit on top of his legs. He leaned forward to keep kissing you, and only froze when he heard a screech from the doorway.

Or rather, multiple screeches.

"What in the world are you two doing?!" Leonardo yelled, pointing his hand out to you with a single finger raised.

"Your brother." You smirked.

Michelangelo's face went red as his brothers' faces contorted.

"WHAT."

"THE."

"HECK."

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[bluewolfangel01]

~Best Gift of the Day~

Disclaimer: Although Mc is being given gifts on White Day does not mean they're female, I always write Mc as gender neutral unless asked otherwise

It was White Day in the Devildom which means that Mc was bombarded with all manner of gifts, attention, and activities from their favorite demons, angels, human, and reaper

The gifts had ranged from both sweet and sour treats, a variety of different colored flowers, both plain and extravegent jewelry, and lots more

And although it had been a wonderful day filled with so much love and affection, all the activities that everyone had planned left Mc feeling extra tired as they trudged to their room for the night

After making it to their room, and doing their nightly routine, Mc flopped onto their bed, but before they went to sleep, they decided to check their phone to make sure there weren't any messages they might have missed in the chaos of the day

They unlocked their phone and found that their homescreen had been changed without their knowing

What should've been their normal wallpaper was now a collage of pictures where Diavolo was in the middle making a heart with his hands, the 7 brothers + Barbatos surrounding Diavolo and making a giant heart out of their arms, and the angels + Solomon + Mephisto + Thirteen placed at the top and bottom holding signs that said "Happy Valentine's Day! We Love You!"

Mc remained still for a moment, before they began to smile and tear up from all the joy they got by looking at the collage and after a few minutes of admiring their new homescreen, they plugged in their phone to let it charge for the night and set it down

Before finally falling asleep, Mc decided that athough they got many gifts that day, the new wallpaper was by far the best

Idea based on this image

[xxhexwolfxx]

Can I request headcanons for Solomon, Simeon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephistopheles, and Raphael finding excuses so his gn crush will spend more time with him please?

𝓞𝓑𝓔𝓨 𝓜𝓔 𝓗𝓒𝓢

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I’m so sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoy <3

DISCLAIMER: GN!Reader. No mentions of gender. Not proofread.

WARNINGS: None

CHARACTERS: Solomon, Simeon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephistopheles, and Raphael

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SOLOMON:

Solomon struggles to spend time with you, I mean really struggles. The demons with angels on top, it’s hard to get any alone time with you. Solomon couldn’t just call or text you as Mammon or even Lucifer could see the message. After struggling for a while, he just started to make up reasons why you needed to spend time with him. Making potions, learning new spells, even just cleaning up the alchemy lab he uses. No one could say no, especially if you already had it on your schedule. While it doesn’t stop demons like Diavolo from getting in between, it stops most of them. After you “help” him with what he needs (he does most of the work) he usually takes you out for food or even to just go shopping. Spending time with you is something he holds close, especially since he has to fight some of the strongest beings to spend time with you.

SIMEON:

Simeon is more hidden with his making up reasons so you can spend time with him. Sometimes it's to help him with his phone, to write, or even to help with Luke. He has a creative mind that can help him make up reasons. Most of the time you don’t even help him with what he originally said he needed help with. Helping Luke with homework? He’s just taking you and Luke out for sweets. Writing? Just one sentence and he needs a break to just talk to you. Anything he can come up with, he says it. Simeon is smart with it too, you barely notice what he’s actually doing.

DIAVOLO:

 Diavolo uses his power to his advantage. He’s one of the strongest demons, he has more say than someone like Lucifer does. That doesn’t mean he can spend all his time with you though. So, he makes up a reason why you must accompany him to a dinner party or help him with some work. It usually ends with you sitting outside with him to look at the Devildom or enjoying some tea Barbatos made. Diavolo just texts or calls you, and immediately you have a free day that day. While he doesn’t do it a lot, he does it when he misses you. Sooner or later, you figure out what he’s doing, but you still accept his reasoning even if you need a day to relax.

BARBATOS:

 Barbatos is the quietest about what he is doing. You can’t even tell when he tricks you to spend more time with him. It’s usually just doing something calming yet it’s something he does normally. Baking or cooking is definitely something he asks you to help with. He gives you easy and safe tasks like preparing the ingredients before you both spend time in front of the stove. It was peaceful unlike making dinner in the House of Lamentation. You even start reaching out to spend time with Barbatos when everything becomes too overwhelming. 

MEPHISTOPHELES:

 As much as he pretends to hate your existence, he loves spending time with you. Mephistopheles isn’t that good at keeping quiet with what he’s doing. He’ll usually make up an excuse that you HAVE to come help him with the RAD newspaper. It literally ends up with him just taking you out to places in a guise that he’s getting information about an article he wants to write. You quickly catch on to what he’s doing as he isn’t that good of a liar. When you even try to bring it up, Mephistopheles quickly shoots it down with some weird insults that are actually compliments if you look closely at them. 

RAPHAEL:

 Raphael will just be straightforward with him wanting to spend time with you. He even makes you open up a day to spend time with him. It can be anything he wants to do with you. Whether it’s cleaning his spears (which he won’t let you touch) or even just walking about the Devildom. While the others are careful when they try to get you to spend time with them, he would just go up to you. The brothers don’t scare him so he’ll even bump in the days you had with them. While he’s more quiet when spending time with you, he still enjoys the time. Even if Raphael looks like he didn’t have any fun, he will say he had fun with his rare but charming smile.

[guillotinesandroses]

Don't Get Distracted

Summary; Somewhat suggestive. Silly and kinda self-indulgent thoughts I had, don't remember where this quote is originally from. Obey Me characters reacting to MC saying: "As a wise man once said; don't let the fact that I'm not okay in the head distract you from my tits." 

Lucifer is not particularly amused, but is slightly concerned. A part of him gets a bit flustered at how boldly you decided to draw attention to your chest. That level of confidence may be somewhat admirable, he supposes. Either way, he assumes you are trying to communicate something to him even if it is in a joking manner, so he teases and asks you about it at the same time. "Although they are admittedly rather distracting, are you certain there is nothing you need to speak to me about?" 

Mammon jumps, believing he's finally been caught. His face darkens as he tries to come up with excuses. Only after he's opened his mouth does your full sentence sink in. "Huh?! I totally wasn't getting distracted by your tits, but are you okay? Y'know, The Great Mammon will always be here to ease your breasts- I mean, stress!" 

Leviathan asks if you are trying to kill him. You can't just say that out of nowhere! He hides his blushing face behind his hand and stammers a response. "I know you said not to get distracted by it... but I want you to rely on me instead of taking the attention away from your problems with your... with your-! Ahem, I understand if you don't want to share your problems with me, but I want to be here for you, like you've been here for me." 

Satan's brows raise as his eyes flick to you. He takes it as some sort of code he's meant to solve, wondering if this is a weird way of flirting or asking for help. In the end he just asks you. "Erm... what exactly do you mean by that? Please take your problems seriously, I want you to be in good health." 

Asmodeus coos at your declaration, finding your boldness absolutely adorable! It's not like you're saying that for nothing though, you do have an amazing pair of tits. Before dwelling on the other part of the sentence, he makes sure his thoughts are known. "My, my, please tell me this an invitation to admire them! I'd love to accept, though don't think this is gonna get you out of our earlier self-care conversation, darling!" 

Beelzebub isn't quite sure what you are getting at. Sure, he loves every part of your body and would like to chew on them. Still, he's much more worried about your mental wellbeing, even if you ask him not to question it. "Are you alright? I know you've told me not to worry, but I can't help it sometimes..." 

Belphegor hums, a bit amused, then shamelessly faceplants straight into them. If you say so, he's going to take the opportunity to indulge himself. After lulling you into a false sense of security, he strikes. "Mhm... this is nice. Anyway, about what you said earlier- hey, don't try to squirm away now, I won't let you." 

Diavolo bursts out laughing; what an amusing sentence! He wonders what kind of human originally said it. Given how nonchalant you were, he assumes it was merely a joke and you are fine. "If that's what you wish, I suppose I cannot deny you! Still, I would like to hear more about how you are faring in the Devildom. As long as you are here you are my responsibility, and there is no way I can have one of my exchange students ending up in poor health!" 

Barbatos doesn't exactly get surprised but chuckles anyway. You're just a gift that keeps giving, aren't you? Dull moments are ancient history with you around and he wants to keep it that way, though that talk can be saved for another time. "Ah, how charming. Not to worry, my focus is not one to break easily." 

Solomon chuckles, what an intriguing mind you have. He wants to assume you are flirting, hopelessly optimistic. However, he also knows you have a lot on your plate right now and it wouldn't be in the best interests of either one of you to let this be played off as just a joke. "Is that an invitation? How kind of you... but don't think I will follow your instructions on this, my dear apprentice." 

Simeon is flustered but quick to compose himself. Yes, this is something he is quite familiar with. Some humans like to filter their pain through humor, which sometimes shows in slightly more... impure ways. If it were any other human he'd have no problem handling this, but even though it's you, he will try to move forward with grace, chuckling awkwardly. "Sorry, but I can't let you get away with this. Now, about those therapy sessions..." 

Mephistopheles stutters. What... what exactly are you trying to convey, human?! It doesn't matter what you say here, he will view humans as a whole as even weirder creatures than before. He wonders if this is some sort of flirting ritual and overthinks himself into a hole. Rejects you fashionably due to his position or whatever. "I understand why you would feel smitten in my presence, but we simply exist in different leagues. Also, the state of your mind is concerning. Please fix it at your earliest convenience if you wish to keep associating with the future king." 

The only indication of surprise Raphael shows is a raise of eyebrows. Yes, he is familiar with this sort of trickery from humans. How bothersome... he barely acknowledges the comment, trying to press the issue of what burdens you. He doesn't pry, but has no intention of letting you make a mockery out of your own suffering. "I see... sorry, but I have no intention of following that order. Anyway, is there anything you'd like to talk about?" 

Thirteen lets out a delighted giggle. If you insist, she won't get distracted from your tits! Even so, she doesn't intend on just letting that implication slide. Your soul must remain perfect for her, so whatever it is weighing it down, you better tell her! "C'mon... you can't expect me to fall for such an obvious trap! Now spit it out: what's on your mind, hm?" 

[popcat69]

Incorrect Tmnt quotes

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

Donnie: Favourite horror movie?

Mikey: It

Raph: Saw

Leo: Annabelle

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

Leo: Croissants: dropped

Raph: Road: works ahead

Y/n: BBQ sauce: on my titties

April: Shavacado: fre

Mikey: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

Donnie:

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

Y/n: Change is inedible.

Donnie: Don't you mean inevitable?

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

Mikey: Hey Donnie,

Donnie: Yes?

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

Donnie:

Donnie: Where’s Y/n?

Donnie: April isn’t answering their phone

Y/n: I’ll call

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

April: Hello?

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

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

Mikey: I'm incredibly fast at maths.

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

Mikey: 47

Y/n: That's not even close.

Mikey: But it was fast.

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

Raph: Nope, absolutely not.

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

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

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

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

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

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

Everyone:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mikey: Suspicious.

Y/n: No, it's not!

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

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

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

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

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

Splinter: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

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

Donnie: rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

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

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

Splinter:

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

'Can I copy the homework?'

Donnie: I can help you with it!

April: Yeah, sure.

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

Raph: lol nope.

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

Leo: *Read 5:55pm*

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

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

Y/n: We almost got surprise adopted!

Leo: What?

April: We almost got kidnapped.

Leo: Oh, okay.

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

[omnom-obeyme]

NSFW Headcanons (Dateables and Undateables)

Description: general NSFW headcanons for the side characters

Warnings: discussions about sex, general discussion of kinks, no hard kinks, dom!reader, 18+ MDNI

Diavolo desires you very deeply. He craves your touch and can't wait for your first time. You can tell how deeply he wants your touch when he begins to find excuses to keep you near him.

Anytime he has free time, he will sweep you off your feet and into the seat of a luxury car to take you on the most exquisite date imaginable. Which, inevitably, leads to a night spent in Diavolo's private chambers.

He quite literally worships the ground you walk on. He puts you on a pedestal, and nothing turns him on more than you treating him, the all-powerful future demon king, like he's a lesser being.

He wants you to take control because he loves the feeling of being stood up to. He wants you to challenge him and put him in his place. And, even though he's undoubtedly stronger than you, he will prostrate himself before you in a sign of submission.

He loves it when you treat him like he's fragile. When you take care of him and reassure him that he's doing a great job, he cums so hard.

He also loves when you manhandle him. Tell him to change into his demon form and grip his horns while you fuck him. Your rough actions get him going, and he'll be so desperate for anything you give him.

A dream come true for him would be servicing you on while you're on his throne. He would lead you to the throne room and sit you down on it before kneeling in front of you, waiting for you to let him dive in. Put him on his knees in general. Make him kiss you and worship you. He genuinely dreams about it.

He wouldn't be a brat intentionally. He doesn't realize that he teases you or talks back until you tell him. He can also unintentionally make you jealous when he entertains all of the demons vying for his affection.

Barbatos is not a demon who gives into his desires easily. He is able to resist his temptations in a very surprising way for a demon. He will wait and wait and wait until you give him some kind of sign that you want him as much as he wants you.

His nature as a demon of greed becomes very apparent once the sexual side of your relationship begins. Once you allow him to delve into his desires, it'll be hard for him to reign himself back in. He wants you wholly and wants to give himself to you wholly.

Barbatos is the sweetest lover you will ever have. His entire focus is entirely on you. His pleasure comes from your pleasure. He will service you like no other, and he takes care of you in and out of the bedroom. (He does need days where you take care of him too, despite his protests)

He kind of really just wants you to lay him out on his bed, spread his legs, and fuck him over and over again until he can't even think. It's stressful being able to see different timelines and having to keep the Prince of the Devildom on track! He likes being able to have a few blissful hours where he doesn't have to think or be somewhere.

He loves when you grab him by the waist while he's working. Especially when he's alone in the kitchen. Bend him over the counter, and he'll let you have your way with him.

He loves showing you how devoted he is to you. He'll wear a collar with "MC's Property" on it. He'll dress up for you. He'll let you tie him up. He'll do whatever you want him to do as long as you let him know how much you love it. It's a way of showing you that despite his many priorities, you are one of the most important ones to him.

Mark him up under his uniform. Since he doesn't show any skin outside of his face, nobody will see it. It turns him on so much knowing that he's covered in your marks. He'd also love if you write on his body. Things like "MC's slut," "my special whore," or "the Devildom's best fuckhole" sprawled in permanent marker across his body drives him crazy.

He won't act up unless you make him angry. If you disrespect or ignore him, he will become the biggest brat just to get back at you. He's especially good at being cold/cordial or giving the silent treatment.

Solomon has a hard time with attachment. He's had so many partners and lovers in his long life, so initiating a relationship with you was extremely difficult for him. That being said, he'll try to make the most of the time you have together.

Solomon will want to move fast once he confesses his love for you. He'll take you wherever you want to go, show you whatever you want to see, and teach you whatever you want to know. He will give himself entirely to you.

Expect unconventional dates followed by unconventional sex. He's into a variety of things, and things are never boring with him. He'd take you on a hike up a mountain and then let you fuck him at the peak.

He wants you to take control because he reveres you. He sees you as his long-awaited equal, even though you're technically his apprentice. As such, he feels comfortable placing himself in your loving hands.

He loves incorporating magic into the bedroom. Deprive him of his senses, summon hands to hold him down, suspend him from the ceiling...the possibilities are endless.

He's honestly just a really fun lay who knows how to indulge in romance, adventure, and eroticism in equal measure. It's not just about mindlessly fucking each other's brains out for him, he wants all of your senses to be stimulated.

Solomon is extremely flirtatious and he loves to tease you. He'll send you revealing pictures in the middle of class, inconspicuously grind against you nobody's watching, and whisper everything he wants you to do to him in the middle of a student council meeting.

Solomon is probably the biggest brat in the whole cast. He'll tease you, refuse to follow your orders, and purposely break the rules. He just wants his darling apprentice to put him in his place.

Simeon is an absolute sweetheart. He's been waiting for you to notice him for a while. He's basically floating on cloud nine when you guys start dating. He doesn't really think about the sexual aspects of your relationship at first, but once he realizes he can have more with you? He can't stop thinking about it.

I don't think he's entirely untouched, but I highly doubt he's lost his virginity in the traditional sense. He's really just waiting for the right person, and who better than his beloved human?

Your sexual relationship progresses slowly at first as you try out various things and discover what he enjoys most. He needs a patient partner that's willing to be a bit adventurous and try things out with him.

He eventually discovers that letting you take the lead in the bedroom comes naturally to him. It's not even necessarily about power dynamics or kink, he just enjoys when you take initiative and show him your desire. He finds it incredibly sexy.

He likes dressing up and showing off for you a bit. White and light blue lingerie sets, a few bows in his hair, and some pretty gold jewelry are his go-to. He's not opposed to letting you pose him to snap some Polaroids either, as long as they stay hidden away in your nightstand drawer.

He's not incredibly kinky and most often prefers romantic sexual encounters. He's super into pegging/bottoming, though, and he usually cries when he cums that way. He's the kind of guy to like fuzzy handcuffs, playful teasing, and light spanks. He also loves having a handful of your hair, and he'd absolutely be the kind to dig his fingers into your shoulders as you fuck him.

He's playful! He'll bite his lip, say cheesy things to make you laugh, and he likes play wrestling. Nothing too extreme, but he likes when you manhandle him a little and pin him down to the bed. It's an almost surefire way to get him hard.

He can be a little bratty, but he's never disrespectful or rude. He doesn't want to make you mad. He much prefers playfulness and laughter in the bedroom instead of punishments or anger.

Raphael is very repressed. Unlike Simeon, he is very resistant to change and to accepting the more vulgar parts of himself. It's going to take him a while to be comfortable expressing his sexuality.

The first few times you two move past making out, he'll cry after. Just hold him and reassure him that he's okay and that it's normal to feel the way he does.

One of the best ways to help him accept his feelings is by getting him to talk to Simeon. Having Simeon reassure him that his feelings are completely normal will do wonders for him because, even though Simeon is no longer an angel, Raphael still holds him in very high regard. This will work especially well if you're also romantically involved with Simeon.

Raphael wants you to take control because he is completely inexperienced. He needs you to guide him and help him explore this side of him.

He needs everything to be taken extremely slowly. He completely trusts you to respect his boundaries, but he's also working through literal centuries of guilt that have been embedded within him. He just needs time to be able to fully open himself up to you.

Once he's accepted his feelings more, he loves feeling pampered. He wants you to take care of him. He's not really into rough sex. Just hold him close while you make him cum over and over again, and he will never want to leave your side.

He becomes extremely clingy during and after sex. He wants to feel you close to him, and he loves the feeling of your body pressed against his. Use your weight to pin him or manhandle him, and he's all yours.

Raphael would never be bratty. He takes pride in following your orders, and he knows that you'll always make him feel good no matter what.

Mephistopheles is a bit of a mixed bag. There are some days where he'll be extremely forthcoming in his desires and other days where he'll be secretive and closed-off about it. The latter happens especially often if he's being teased by other demons about his affection for you.

He's a demon, and he's lived a long life. I think he'd be decently experienced, but the stick that's usually up his ass is a pretty big turn off to most potential long-term partners. Then you enter, and things change for him. He can get embarrassed sometimes since you know so much about him, especially in an intimate sense. He's not really used to it

There are some days where you'll be kissing him or when things are heating up, and he'll just get super flustered and embarrassed. It's really cute, and it happens because he's all in his head about what's happening. He just needs to be snapped back into the moment.

He's a true verse. There are some days where he needs to lie back and let you ruin him and some days where he needs to physically show you how much he loves you, how much he desires you, and how much he values your pleasure. He really does get off on knowing that he's the one who captured your affections, and he'll show you why they should stay with him.

He requires a bit of ego stroking, too. He loves praise so much. If you lay him down, shower him with kisses, and then start giving him sincere and heartfelt compliments, he turns into a puddle. No one can disarm him like you can, and he relishes in not having to wear any masks around you.

He's less of a "I'm lesser than you, so you deserve to use me however you see fit" kind of sub and more of a "I cherish you so much and want you so badly that I'm going to devote myself to your pleasure" kind of sub. Except for the days where he needs to get bent over.

Yeah, he's into doing it in the RAD Newspaper room. He likes the salaciousness of it, and he likes the stress relief it provides. He prides himself on being an outstanding journalist, but even they need some indulgence, too.

He can be superrrrrr bratty if he's in a mood, but he really sees sex as a way to devote oneself to ones partner. He's usually only bratty if he's feeling insecure, unwanted, or jealous. He usually backs down or gets over himself quickly but may otherwise need a punishment to work through his feelings. It's almost cathartic for him.

This girl is not an easy lay at all. She's the kind of sub that makes you work for it. She knows she has the real power in your relationship, and she'll use it to her advantage!

She wants to be wined, dined, and taken care of. She's got an extremely stressful job, and, if she trusts you enough to be in a relationship with you, she wants you to pamper her.

She's an absolute princess in bed. She wants to be touched a certain way. She only accepts silk ropes that don't irritate her skin. She absolutely will not tolerate being talked down to or degraded or humiliated.

She puts her pleasure in your hands because she really just wants to lie back and let someone else be in charge for a change. She doesn't mind showing you how she likes to be touched, but she can turn into the biggest brat if you don't do something just how she likes.

She's not into a lot of talking during sex, and most of the audible signs of her pleasure lies in the way her breath hitches or the gasps she lets out. She only ever really moans when she cums.

She prefers sex to be an all-consuming, stimulating experience. She likes temperature play. She likes being blindfolded. She likes candles being lit and the feeling of lying on silk sheets with rose petals scattered over them.

Honestly, she's just as bratty as Solomon. Probably even more so, actually. She'll kind of throw a fit when she doesn't get her way, but all you need to do is get your hands on her and show her that you're more than capable of pleasing her and reducing her to a puddle.

[fun-k-board]

TMNT : Mutant Mayhem X Gender Neutral Reader dating headcanons

Note(s): 2003 has me in a chokehold so I might accidentally mix their personalities, also you can probably tell who my favourite turtle is 💀

I've only seen this movie once, and I can't afford to go to the cinema again so I'm sorry that I didn't write a lot!

Leonardo

Leo basically has a full time job of trying to impress you, one time he even tried to drive a car and do tricks for you. It, unsurprisingly, went so bad that Splinter grounded him for a week.

While Splinter has always dug in that humans were dangerous and hateful, which is semi true, meeting April and you have diluted Leonardo's faith in that. He realises that you're just... People. People who make mistakes, who need to change, and who largely, have changed.

He likes learning about things you take for granted everyday, what was school like? Have you ever been to a restaurant? Do you like going outside a lot? Do you have a pet? Etc, etc.

Leo needs to try really hard in school because he's not naturally talented in science or math like Donatello, so he appreciates any help you can give him! He surprisingly likes homework, he views it like training, sort of like something to improve his skills.

He 100% searches a 'how to flirt' wikihow and gets absolutely slammed by his brothers for trying some of the worst pickup lines in history on you.

Leonardo wants to train you with self defense skills if you don't know any already, he puts on the training videos that Splinter used to learn himself and teach Leo and his brothers, so that you two can at least spend time by training together.

Raphael

Despite loving violence and fighting, he's always happy and his rage is never directed at you, he even tries to get you to let out your anger by training sometimes.

If you don't know how to fight, or don't want to learn, then he's perfectly fine with just giving you one of his sais and letting you stab a punching bag with it, or something.

Raph occasionally gets into more friendly fights and sparring matches with his brothers or classmates, he's always bragging to you about how cool he was and how awesome it was to fight.

He likes it when you initiate hugs or hand holding, it's not that he's embarrassed or doesn't want to initiate affection, or even have it at all, but Raph isn't the best at guessing what you want without outright asking. Which he does do a lot, but he feels awkward constantly asking for a hug, and he lets you know that he's always up for one.

Raphael doesn't want you in danger, but he does 100% egg you on to participate in fights and pull some chaos, even if minuscule.

Donatello

He's a complete dork and LOVES to try and impress you with knowledge on your favourite musical artists, TV shows and movies, etc, etc. Donnie gets super into anything you're into, and he even tries to subtly get you interested in things like K-pop or science, if you're not interested in them already.

Always rants about his interests, he could go on for HOURS about the hidden messages in a music video, especially when he can get out more often and speak to more people about what he likes.

He's so curious about humans and their biological functions, don't be weird not like that, he always used to watch documentaries to Splinter and his brothers confusion.

Donnie frequently imagines what life would be like without a shell, with his skin a different texture, with his ears all weird and sticking out, he constantly asks you questions about living as a human.

He adores it if you know a lot about biology, especially if you know about turtle biology, even if he and his brothers are different than regular turtles for obvious reasons.

Donnie loves holding your hand, whenever he's nervous, or if you're nervous, he likes squeezing your hand and just holding it for a while. Even if it's kind of awkward because of his three fingers.

Michelangelo

Mikey loves showing off his ninja skills to you. Oh, you're just watching a movie? Watch him do the stunt from that one scene about fifty times.

He doesn't have much of a 'taste' in movies or music, he just sort of watches whatever captures his interest. His most watched media consists of an intense crime documentary and Pingu.

Mikey loves hugging you, no matter what you're doing he just (⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠つ⁠⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠) His favourite way of hugging you is from behind, because then you can do whatever you want and he isn't bothering you, but he also gets to give you a hug.

As the youngest sibling, Michelangelo loves getting you involved in pranks that involve screwing over his brothers. He will beg you, BEG YOU, to let him stand on your shoulders to place a bucket of water on top of a door, to help him dye his brothers masks the wrong colours, basically anything!

He loves making friends and would like to meet your friends and family, that is if you have any or have a good relationship with them, and if you do, he's trying to impress them so he can in turn impress you.

He also expects you to get along with his family, you don't need to constantly hang out with them, but he likes to have the knowledge that his family accepts and trusts you, he also likes to have the knowledge that you trust his family.

While not being the most perfect and strong guy, he has full respect for you and he shows it in semi unconventional ways. Mikey constantly likes to play video games with you, and while he's never been able to play the newest or most expensive, he may or may not steal a game or two just for you.

If you have a console, PC or even just a god damn phone that can handle a decent game, expect you two to play for HOURS.

What shows both his family and you that he does truly love you is when he gives you a slice of his pizza, if you're vegan or allergic to his favourite flavour, he'll order what you can eat instead of what he wants.

His brothers genuinely have a full hour of just staring in shock at you and him when that happens.

[belovedivies]

Hi its my first time I request

Can you do Raphael from killer Peter manhwa

Like when he get jealous or how did he fell in love

Im sorry if my english was bad

raphael relationship headcanons

cw: minor spoiler, yandere content

LOVE?

Raphael doesn’t “fall in love”. If he takes a liking to someone, they are automatically his property. No questions asked.

With you, however, who neither end up as another dead body in line for cremation nor a slave to his ever-expanding collection… it almost seems like Raphael goes easy on you.

That being said, he’s far from an ideal guy to be around. Your ears will most likely blast from hearing him shout at his underlings every few minutes of the day.

Your presence does help to ease the tension a bit though, and it won’t take as long for Raphael to direct his attention towards you and just forget about his useless lower-ranks.

Royalty treatment to the max, but only when you behave. This man has the most influential organization on Earth in the palm of his hand—you won’t want for anything else when he’s around.

Between the constant chase for Peter’s head and the killers' recruitment to rebuild Glory Club from the ground up, Raphael burns his money on you. Want that special edition of your favorite book but it’s unfortunately sold out? He’ll get it printed as many times as you want, all with your name on the leather cover in goldwork embroidery.

Just thank him after. Give him a bright smile and a kiss on the cheek; Raphael prefers his toy sweet and obedient.

JEALOUS?

Raphael gets jealous, that’s for sure. It’s just something that comes naturally for a love-deprived child.

His servants know better than to stare; longer than five seconds and it’s an instant death. This man will whisper sweet nothings into your ear while his subordinate lies there on the floor, dying in the pool of their own blood.

He likes to think that his possessiveness isn’t that bad. Can you really blame Raphael for going barbaric when one of the Apostles flirts with you during a meeting, right in front of his face?

And the motherfucker even has the audacity to look so smug about it.

With a territorial growl, Raphael pulls you into his lap right after; his hands around your hips feeling like the grip of an anaconda.

“Last warning, Philip.” Before he eventually joins the pile of unnamed bodies down the pit, that is.

Rumors soon go in cycle within Glory about the nature of your relationship with this unpredictable man.

For a plaything, Raphael does favor you a lot. No one can actually tell how long this will go on, or what tragedy shall befall your pitiful existence once the fun is up and he stabs you in the back, literally.

But for now, you’re still untouchable because you’re his. And no men or God shall lay a hand on you unless they wish to suffer a fate worse than death.

♡dividers credit: @xurengu0♡ ♡masterlist♡ a/n: lmao this was a really unexpected ask (no complaints tho) (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖) fyi im not taking any requests yet, but i cooked this one up fast for u. hope u enjoy reading, my lovely yuri ◕‿↼

[blueberri-blu]

Hi hi! I've been thinking about your prompt list so I thought screw it I'll put in my first ever ask lol, I thought #3 would fit bayverse Raph so well as a (light) angst to fluff confession?

I've never done this before so if I messed something up please disregard and have a great day/night ( ´∀`)

Of course!! I'd love to!

Horns 𓆩♡𓆪

[Bayverse] Raph x gn!reader

Prompt #3: "Why aren't you dating them?" "I'd probably destroy them" "They'd be into that"

𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪

Raph's brothers were annoyed as fuck to be honest

You and their red clad brother have so much romantic tension it's unbearable

So, originally Mikey and Donnie got together to form a plan, they were going to try to leave you two in the lair, by yourselves, in hopes that you and Raph would work yourselves out.

However, Leo being... Leo, he stood nearby, listening, and occasionally giving ideas

But, they knew better, they knew they couldn't tell raph about their plan until the very last minute.

So... They went on

Secretly sneaking out to get things like fairy lights, your favorite movies on CDs, etc.

They noticed that Raph stocked up on your favorite foods and snacks in the lair already, so they saw this as an opportunity for Raph to show off how much he cares.

It was perfect. Their plan was immaculate, with Donnie confirming it had about an 85% success rate, with Mikey piping up that if it was more than 50, that's all the reassurance they needed

Their plan was starting to fall into place.

First, Mikey set up fairy lights in the living area, with the excuse of making it more homey.

Then, Donnie started fixing up their tv, giving it upgrades and such for better resolution and sound.

Then, Leo was in charge of making sure everyone would be out of the lair, so you and Raph wouldn't have any interruptions

Hell, even Master Splinter stepped in by making sure to get on Raph's case about making sure his room was clean.

Everything was ready.

Now... For the hardest part...

Getting Raph on board.

They decided that the best one to tell him was Mikey, seeing as he was closest to Raph.

And needless to say, Raph was... Upset

"The fuck do You mean "my chance" Mikey!?"

"well... You know, you two are already practically dating right? I mean, y'all almost kissed last movie night!" Mikey was... A bit nervous

"how 'bout, all of you stay the fuck out of my business!!"

"Oh c'mon big bro! We already texted y/n to come over and everything! You wouldn't wanna let 'em down riiiiight?"

Raph hated how all of his brothers adorned a smug grin, had an itch to punch it off their faces

It's not that raph didn't like you, he really did

But you were just so kind! Yet strong! And passionate,

You knew how to be calm, you could be kind to everyone,

He tried to convince himself that this was why he wouldn't ask you out, but in reality, he knew you liked him

You'd laugh at all of his jokes, grabbing his arm

You'd cuddle up to him on movie nights while looking at his lips, then his eyes

He almost lost himself last movie night, almost let you two kiss

But he pulled away last minute, and he could see your eyes fall from the rejection

"arggghh Mikey! Why d'y'all have to be so fuckin' nosy!"

"Raph! Why are you so upset! You like them, and they obviously like you!! What's got your panties in a twist bro!"

"Why aren't you dating them?"

"because..."

"I'd probably destroy them!"

"I'd probably be into that"

Raph froze, it was as if a glacier had fallen on his head

He couldn't believe it

How long had you been there? How much did you here? Why did you respond like that?

Mikey practically squealed, Donnie pumped his fist in the air in victory, and Leo still adorned that same smug grin

Raph turned around, finally facing you

You were blushing like crazy, yet you were looking up at him as if he was the best person in the world

His brothers decided to retreat, leaving you two alone in the lair under the fairly lights

Raph felt as if he had died and come back to life, only to get a heart attack, he was... Afraid, of what? He didn't know, but his heart was pounding in a way that you could hear it from outside of his plastron

"look... Raph... I don't want to force you or pressure you or anything of the sort, but... If you like me, I'd like to know why you don't want to date me? Please?"

"I ... I jus don't wanna hurt ya..."

"oh, Big Guy, it's ok... I really don't think you are capable of doing so... But arguments are normal in a relationship, it's just about working them out, together"

By now, Raph had one arm slinked around your waist

Raph whispered "I'd like that... y/n, I love you"

"aw, I love you too big guy" you whispered back

And you two closed the distance, starting off with soft pecks, which slowly turned into longer kisses

The night ended with you in his arms after watching your favorite movie, snacks littered the floor, and Raph taking in your features under the soft glow of the yellow lights.

𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪

I really love this idea, I hadn't even thought of that! I was definitely debating between Raph and rottmnt Leo!

I hope you liked it! Please feel free to request again! Thank you so much for the ask, anon ^^

I live y'all <3

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#940 You fell first he fell HARDER-

Mc, in Thirteen's Room, pacing: Omg. Omg. I just kissed him, I kissed Raphael-

Thirteen: Finally, Honestly, I'm surprised it took this long

Mc, still pacing: What if he doesn't like me back...I mean he is an angel and I'm a human!? What if I messed up our friendship and he never talks to me again? Is he even into humans?-

Meanwhile

Raph, sat with Michael: Mc and I kissed...

Mich: Took you long enough~

Raph: I want to marry them

Mich:...I think you missed a few steps-

[celeste-clearwater-06]

Oh my goodness, I went absolutely *feral* for your Kitchen Window series and would love to send a request! 🐛 - tickle fights With Raph x Reader, I've always pictured Raph being far more ticklish that he lets on and absolutely refuses to admit it at all lol

OUUUH GIRL I HAVE SUCH A SOFT SPOT FOR TICKLE FICS and also I COMPLETELY agree. ticklish Raphie for the winnn

also I went just a little overboard with this one, I'm such a sucker for raph fics lmao 🩷♥️

ticklish

bayverse! Raphael x gn! reader

desc- (big red is more ticklish than he lets on)

warnings - none!

word count - 1.3k

Most of the nights the boys come home from patrol, they’re exhausted. It’s straight from keeping lookout and impressive parkour across buildings, to coming home and sleeping the day away or lounging about quietly in the lair, with their own respective hobbies.

Not tonight though. Raph knows you’re already waiting for him in his and Mikey’s room. The thought of getting to home to you, paired with something exciting in the air makes he and his brothers rowdy, entering the lair with loud whoops and jumping off of eachother like they’re spiked off of an insane amount of caffeine. The first thing Raph does when he steps inside is strip himself of the gear and weapons wrapped to his body, letting it all drop to the floor like dead weight in the huge living area.

“Aw come on Raph, we just cleaned up this morning,” Leo’s complaints are brushed away with an eye roll.

“Gotta hot date waitin for me,” he makes the promise to pick it up later (even though he most definitely will not).

Raph’s grateful Mikey’s already parked his butt on the couch starting up a game, meaning he and you have the area to yourselves. He shoves his younger brother, just to piss him off a little, and then runs away before he can retaliate.

You’re already sitting on the top bunk, laptop open and smiling at his entrance through the door.

“Hey handsome!”

There’s that gorgeous face.

“How are ya, hot stuff?”

He all but runs over and climbs up the ladder to sit himself next to you.

“I’m great. I missed you.”

Raph grins and moves to pull you up in his lap, kissing the crown of your head.

“Missed you too,” he breathes into your freshly shampooed hair with a sigh.

You hit the play button on a movie neither of you had seen before and snuggle in closer, back pressed against his plastron, and his arms snake around you in a tight hug, chin resting on your head while it hums quietly.

He’s so comfortable, and he knows you are too. But god, is it hard to sit still. Raph’s still got so much leftover energy from patrol. He hates that you’ve already settled in place, and he’s trying to find something to do with his restless hands. So he does what he knows best.

That fucker.

You know what he’s up to when his hands slide down to your hips, grazing over them with a light touch.

“Raphael…”

“What?”

“Don’t you dare…”

“I ain’t doing nothin, babe,”

He emphasizes ‘nothin’ with a poke at your ribs, making you try and leap from between his legs, but it’s too late. Raph pins you with one arm, and uses the other to attack your sides without mercy.

“RAPH, STOP.”

His shit eating grin doesn’t yield, and neither does his tickling, pulling a loud, squealing laugh from your desperately flailing body. Your weak kicking and slapping only eggs him on further, digging his fingertips further into your sides. He tickles everywhere, because unfortunately, everywhere is where you’re ticklish.

This sucks so much. He grabs at your feet, your neck, your armpits. And all you can do is scream like you’re being stabbed, paired with weak, breathless laughing. Just the size difference alone is a struggle, holding your much smaller body down onto his bed. If this weren’t such a common occurrence, you know his brother’s would be rushing in concern with your cries for help, weapons at the ready. Unfortunately, you’re all alone in this one. He finally shows you a little bit of mercy, when you manage to get out that you’re about to pee your pants.

He’s just laughing at your misfortune, even when you slap his chest in annoyance and wipe tears from your eyes.

“You shithead.”

“Yeah but I’m your shithead.” Raphael just leans back against the headboard, arms crossed with that stupid smug face.

“Whatever.”

You know he isn’t half as ticklish as you are. If that, not at all. It’s still worth the effort of jumping on him and prodding at the thick, scaled skin of his collarbone with your much tinier fingers. Your boyfriend just deadpans. “Come on, sweetheart, you know I ain’t ticklish.”

You roll your eyes, and palm his face away from yours, whining.

“You’re so meannn.”

That fact doesn’t keep you from letting him pull you back over next to him and tuck under his arm to keep watching the movie. He kisses your head again, trying to coax you from your pouting. You can practically hear his eyeroll when you don't give in.

“Have it your way, then.”

In reply, you jab a light elbow into his side. And he flinches.

Raph doesn’t flinch, ever. You’re so much smaller than he is, so you know that any hits or shoves against him are all for not, even when you don’t hold back. It’s suspicious, the way his eyes are trained extra firmly on the laptop screen and refusing to meet your squinting eyes.

“You okay?” One of your fingers hovers over the skin between his plastron and carapace.

“Y-yeah, of course- AGH!”

Raphael leaps in the air when you poke him, screaming at a pitch that you’ve never heard from him before. He sounds like a girl.

Bingo.

“I knew it!” You throw an accusing finger in his face

His eyes are pleading, head shaking, while you poise yourself like a wild cat on the hunt, ready to pounce.

“Oh, no, come on babe,” Raph swallows, “I-It’s just a sensitive spot. You don’t gotta do this.”

“Oh, yes, I absolutely do.”

Now this absolute unit can fight just about anyone off. Hell, you saw, with your own eyes, how he and his brothers sent the Kraang back to wherever he came from. He’s nothing but muscle and scar enveloping a big, gentle heart.

But when you jump on him and tickle his sides, like it’s what you were born to do, all that training is utterly useless. He’s laughing, loud, and trying to push your hands off with strength equal to a cooked spaghetti noodle. And boy, do you relish in it. Finally, you get the excitement of holding your boyfriend hostage at your fingertips, dragging them over his sides and pinning one knee down on his chest for extra measure. His laugh is boisterous, broken up with gasps for air and little ‘pleases’ and ‘baby’s’ trying to convince you to stop. It’s all fun and games, until Raphael kicks a huge leg against the mattress for support, and sending him flying off the edge of the bed and disappearing from the top bunk, pulling down one of the knitted blankets with him. You gasp.

“OH SHIT.”

You feel horrible, moving at the speed of light to peek over its edge, seeing him leaning back against his shell and laughing even more now that hes made it to the floor. Once it’s clear that the tears he’s wiping are from joy and not, you waste no time in jumping down onto the floor with him, and straddle his wide waist.

“Oh come on, sweet thing!” He’s trying to romance you away from another tickle attack. Your wide smile is paired with lidded, playful eyes and you lean in just over his snout. Raph swallows thickly. A warm sensation tingles in his gut and it makes his heart race, and pupils widen. Your fingertips are lingering over his skin.

“You better remember this exact moment” his skin shudders at the low whisper of your voice, “In case you decide to try and tickle me again.”

A quick kiss to his nose is a stark contrast to the seductive tone you put on. Raph’s face heats up. You don’t tickle him, just stand and turn, and climb back up the ladder to his bunk. His incredulous stare twists into a playful grin, watching your hips sway with each step. He throws the blanket off, and hurries up behind you with a different plan in mind ;)

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