#bayverse raphael x reader

[imababblekat]

TmnT Boy’s Meeting Aprils New Roomie; HC’s

Anon Request, “Can I request the bayverse turtles reactions to meeting april's new roomate who is a really a short s/o (like 5 ft) that has a tired and chill personality (has the same kind of personality as aizawa and shinso from mha) and instead of freaking out when they see the turtles they just say "hey" nonchalantly then go back to what they're doing? (You don't need to do this I just think it would be funny)”

~xXx~

Michelangelo:

Mikey had barged his way into Aprils apartment to excitedly talk about the latest episode of their favorite TV drama when he stumbled upon you

April was there with you, equal panic on her face as the orange clad turtle waited for the inevitable screaming or a similar panicked reaction

Your lack of shock left Mikey curious about you; all you had given him was a tired “sup” with a head tilt up and continuing your conversation like seeing a mutant ninja turtle breaking into your apartment was the most normal of things

His brothers wouldn’t have believed him if not for April being witness to the ordeal and are left as equally surprised by your lack of reaction when they ultimately come to meet you

Doesn’t take long for Mikey to practically glue himself to your side; it’s like the golden retriever boy trope

Loves the fact you’re so short; doesn’t out right tease you because he knows what it’s like to be the smallest, but he won’t hesitate to pick you up and throw you on his shoulders to get something from a high place

Donatello: 

His mind is so deep in explaining what he figured out what was wrong with Aprils watch, that he hadn’t picked up on her panicked face till he’d heard the once vacant room in her apartment creak open

Your lack of noticing him at all, which was odd considering he was a literal giant in comparison to your much shorter stature, and making way to grab some water before retreating back to your room had Donnie wonder for a second if he was really that good of a ninja

But after questioning April the next day about whether or not you truly did notice him, it turns out he in fact wasn’t as invisible as he felt, when his friend informed him that you did actually see him that night

Ultimately, he had to introduce himself and his brothers to make sure you wouldn’t go talking about them to the wrong person, but at your simple nod and “okay” while absentmindedly texting on your phone at the end of their empty threat introduction, Donnie was even more confused than he had been the first night

Your nonchalant behavior had left his overthinking brain wondering why you reacted so differently compared to others

It didn’t make any logical sense to him, especially after no indications that you were going through some kind of weird shock symptom 

His time spent trying to understand why you didn’t freak out on him that night turns into a lot of time bonding and forming a friendship he also never calculated to be possible, not that he minded of course; your chill personality was a nice contrast to the chaotic energies of his brothers when needed

Raphael:

He had been asked by Donnie while on a solo patrol to grab something from April, so when he’d stepped through her window he did not expect to see another person there with her

Your lack of a fear struck response leaves him frustratingly confused afterwards

Poor Raph is so used to people screaming or even fainting at the sight of him, that when all you did was wave a simple high and continue watching your Netflix show, he couldn’t help the suspicion he held towards you

Due to his skeptical feeling towards you however, he ends up spending a lot of time around you, and even though it does take some time, your unconcerned attitude towards, well, all of him, eventually has his walls crumbling around you

You make him feel normal, like he’s not some freak of nature; you don’t even flinch when his anger gets the best of him, instead waiting for him to calm some before offering some comfort

As Raph finds himself more lax with you, he opens up quite a bit and finds a friendship he didn’t know he desperately craved

But he’ll never tell you that, not at first at least, and instead just teases you and calls you shorty and time you tease him about how sweet he’s being

Leonardo:

Leo is definitely the most guarded when meeting new people, and your unbothered nature towards him when he accidentally stumbles upon you in Aprils apartment, does not easy his mistrustful thoughts about you

For a while he actually wonders if you’re some kind of secret spy to the foot clan or some other bad group of people, but anytime he tried to get you to confess your secrets, you’d just confusingly ask if you could help him with all the weird staring he’s doing

It lowkey leaves him feeling flustered, because he’s not used to not being taken seriously by anyone except his brothers

It takes a while for him to warm up to you, but when he does he starts to realizes how much he appreciates not being seen as a freak almost like Raph does, he also feels very relieved to not have to worry about his family being in any sort of danger with you

Yeah, you might be the shortest person he’s ever met, but he secretly feels like you could kick some ass

Your unassuming personality also has him thinking you could secretly be a force to wreckin with, and often ponders if he should offer up the idea to train you; definitely not because he wants to spend more time with you or anything of course!

~xXx~

[donniesgirlie]

Rando #2

Don't mind me-

I'm just thinking of Raph bench pressing his pretty little girlfriend. (The man is a mutant turtle - you're gonna be little to him)

It starts as a joke. Raph off-handedly mentioned that he needs some bigger weights. You, knowing that he means weight-wise but taking the opportunity to make a mediocre joke, mumble out a "then lift me," only to find yourself in that very position as he "refuses to back down from a challenge". Aka, he sees an opportunity to impress you (like it's hard) and will be damned if he doesn't take it.

You briefly remember his order to keep yourself locked and stiff but are mostly focused on the nearly effortless flex of his arms as he lowers you, controlling your descent before easily lifting you back up.

Again and again, he reps you, and again and again, you fail to fight back the wetness growing in your panties. The occasional huff and groan he lets out not helping in any capacity.

You know that he smells it. His nostrils flare each time a fresh wave of arousal pulses from you, and each time, his smirk becomes more and more of a shit-eating grin.

When he finally has mercy on you and sets you as upright as your wobbly legs will allow, he hands find themselves glued to your hips. His eyes track yours as they watch the muscles of his bicep twitch and pulse.

"What's gotcha so worked up, Princess?"

[drexee]

I’m dead tired but my brain!!!! My brain!!! It won’t leave me alone with these thoughts for Raph🥺🤧

So here’s quick sleeping headcanons for Big Red as I try to convince myself to go to sleep.

Bayverse Raph x gn!Reader

Warnings: spelling, maybe?

Raph Sleep Headcanons

- His bed is large. Huge, even.

- As soon as he was able to get his own room away from Mikey, he took advantage of it. He loves his little brother, but mannnn does he need his own space.

- The bed takes up a pretty good portion of his room, but it still leaves a good amount of walking space for him

- Raph likes to have his bed somewhat firm with a bit of give to it. Semi firm, semi plush. Right in the middle.

- He has a solid two (2) pillows on his bed. One firm and one soft, both king. He’s a heathen who doesn’t care

- His blanket is very large and used to be nice, but it has a bit of wear and tear on it due to the many years of use

- He does have a throw blanket that he keeps around (which he knitted himself thank you very much) , but usually uses it for when he’s out in the living area and resting on the couch to watch a movie or something

- Raphael prefers to sleep on his stomach due to his shell and him usually not having the care nor the pillows to properly support him and keep him from rolling over

- When you’re in bed with him, he’ll have you tucked into the space in between the lip of his shell and the bed

- leg hitched up in between your own and arm wrapped around your middle to hold you to him, his other arm tucked up under his pillow and head

- Usually, he has his hand nestled closely to you and palming your chest,

- He tells you it’s for you to hold on to because he knows you like to grip onto things while you sleep, but also it’s to reassure you (and him) that you are safe and protected

- But also he just likes to sap as much heat from you as he can

- And also you’re soft and he can feel your heart and he loves it but he never said that🤫

- Another thing he really likes about this position is how he’s able to easily bury his snout into the top of your head and just breathe you in

- He doesn’t churr in his sleep, but he does the moments just before and he’ll be nearly shaking the bed because he absolutely loves that you’re there with him, and it fades out the deeper he goes into sleep

- He does snore, but it’s not as bad as Mikey

- Raph has more of a light rumble, and can it sooth you to sleep, but if you don’t like it, just shake him a bit

- He’ll huff but will readjust, pull you closer, and knock back out lol

- He doesn’t move around too much in his sleep, may shift his legs a bit, but once he’s out, he’s out. Dead weight

- And mans Is H E A V Y.

- Yes, having his arm around you like that is very grounding and nice, but he’s NOT letting you go 😮‍💨

- At that point he’s not even doing it on purpose

- So please prepare for this and go to the bathroom before you get in the bed with him!

- Otherwise you have to wake him up and you’ll have a very grumpy and grumbly turtle on your hands!

- When you come back, he’ll wrap you up in his space even more than before you left

- But it’s ok bc he’s the softest for you right when he wakes up in the morning and he sees you next to him!

- Raph wakes up relatively early, but he’ll snuggle back into you and let the moment last a little bit longer or until you start to wake up

- He loves it so much

And there we have it!! My very first set of headcanons!

‘Til next time!!

[xtreklx]

Bumpin' ~ Raphael x reader

One-shot: bayverse Raphael x reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: SFW, fluff, slightly mature themes (rated 17+, see my masterlist for disclaimer)

A/N: a self-indulging one-shot I thought up for Raphie boy. thanks for reading!

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"Y/N, I'm boooooooored."

Michelangelo let out a long, drawn-out sigh and turned to look at you. You were both strewn about the living room of the lair, him on the floor and you on the couch. This time was normally used for your weekly Mortal Kombat sesh, but Donatello had shut off the lair's power to make a repair, so the two of you were forced to find an alternative activity. Which sounded like a simple task, but had since proven the opposite.

You mimicked your friend's long-drawn out sigh with a smirk on your face. "Yeah, I bet Don decided on purpose to do this right now," you replied. "Not that I blame him, we do get pretty loud when we game." You were laying on the couch as you spoke, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone's home screen and hoping that an app or notification would give you some sort of inspiration.

You thought for a moment as Mikey continued his mock sighs, which were rising in both volume and drama, before turning to him with an idea. "Hey Mikey, do you use Spotify to listen to music?" He looked to you again before pulling out his phone. "Yeah, team Spotify all the way! Why?"

You sat up with a new invigoration. "We should create a blended playlist!" You exclaimed, opening the app on your phone. "We can compare our music tastes and see what we have in common, it'll be fun!" Mikey sat up from his spot on the floor and handed you his phone with the Spotify app open. "Hell yeah, girl! I'm always in the mood to bump some tunes! Lemme go get my speaker." And with that, he took off to his room.

You got to work with both of your phones in your hand. When he returned, you hit shuffle on your blended playlist and the music started flowing from the speaker. You moved to sit next to him on the floor.

"When I look at the playlist story, it says we have a 56% music match." "Okaaaaaaay, that's not too bad," Mikey replied. "Where do we match up, dudette?" You tapped the screen again, showing him. "Our number one match is Tyler the Creator. That makes sense, I listen to him a lot!" "No way, me too!" Mikey exclaimed. "He's definitely one of my fave artists."

The two of you began chatting away and singing along to songs as they came up, while unknowingly summoning a third party.

"Poor Don'll never get the quiet time he wants," Raphael spoke, shaking his head as he walked into the living room from the dojo. His gruff voice startled you from behind and your heart rate increased, as it often did around the short-tempered brother. You had had a crush on him for a few months now, but were far too intimidated and nervous to make a move, so it went unaddressed. The turtle in question strolled over and plopped down on the couch, looking down at you both on the floor. "What're you two idiots doing, anyway?"

"We're just bumpin' some tunes, bro!" Mikey called, shaking his head to the beat of the song playing. "We're comparing our music tastes!" You excitedly said. "And actually, we're using a very technical algorithm, so this is in the name of science! Donnie couldn't argue with that," you grinned up to the turtle in red. Raph rolled his eyes but let a small smirk grace his features in return. Dork.

"Alright dollface. Since it's so impressive, show me how it works."

You explained the process to him as Mikey continued to jam to the music playing from his speaker. Raph listened and examined the blended playlist you had created. "Hmm... Y/N, see what ours would look like," he pondered, reaching for his phone. Again, your heart sped up, but you breathed out an "O-okay" and took his phone from him. As you tapped the screen, you ignored Mikey wiggling his brows at you in your peripheral vision, knowing about your feelings toward his brother.

When you finished, you gasped slightly, and turned the screen to Raph. "We're at 84%!!!" you squealed, showing him where your favorite artists intertwined. You scrolled through the playlist to see a mix of heavy metal, grunge, classic rock, R&B and rap. Tyler the Creator was also listed as one of your top matching artists.

"No way," the brute scoffed, leaning towards you so that he could look over your shoulder at your blended playlist. You both pointed out which songs were your favorite and why, and also chatted about the favorite artists you had in common. Your nerves eased as you connected with him, your heart thrumming at the realization that he was being... kind of vulnerable with you. You were getting to see a part of Raph that he had never shown you before.

All of the sudden, the song changed to 'Dogtooth' by Tyler the Creator, and Mikey jumped up, hollering. You gasped with joy, and you both looked to each other with excitement. "I love this song!!!" You both yelled, and then: "JINX!" You laughed hard as Mikey ran from the living room, yelling the lyrics at the top of his lungs, 100% looking to annoy his other older brothers.

As your laughing ceased and you turned back to Raph, you took in a quick breath as you realized how close you two were leaning in before the outburst. You were still on the floor, but had scooted towards his spot on the couch until you were practically leaning on his lap. You could feel his warm breath brush your face, and he got an amused look on his face as he gazed at you.

Your eyes widened naturally with the proximity, and after a moment of silence and staring at each other, you opened your mouth you speak. But before you could, Raph began rapping along to the song playing from Mikey's speaker, a growing smirk on his face and a unique glint in his hazel eyes as he watched you.

"She could ride my face, I don't want nothin' in return. Except for some her time and all her love, that's my concern. I'm tryna buy my neighbor's house..."

The eye contact he was giving you in this moment could only be described one way: heavy. And your face turned beet red. The closeness, his gaze, his smirk, the words- it was all too much for your poor heart to take.

"R-raph, w-what are you doing?"

"I'm just bumpin' some tunes, dollface."

[yorshie]

Hi!! I’ve been obsessed with a recent post of yours, about the tmnt turtles and the ways they would confess their feelings, it was so on point? Seriously it has been even helping me fall asleep (dreaming about it lol) on that note, would you please do a scenario or Headcanons of tmnt x reader and their first kiss? Planned? Accidental? In a burst of emotion? Floor is yours

Thank you and hope you have a good day ♥️

Bayverse turtles (separate) x GN reader, SFW (set in 2023 so turtles 24-25)

OH this is RIGHT up my alley. Thank you for the ask! I'm glad you're getting some sleep lol, it was 3 a.m. when I wrote this. Being stuck in a car brings that special kind of tired where you're still jittery, you know? Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this, and thank you for sending in an ask so I wasn't bored staring at the ceiling fan.

It's not pertinent to the idea but I'm thinking Raph's kiss is a lot longer into the relationship, simply because in my head I keep thinking I wouldn't want to kiss him until he got over his whole angsty phase. If you wanna imagine he's still angsty when the smooch happens, feel free, but hot and cold ain't fun.

MIKEY

Angelo called you on your way home from work for a spontaneous Tuesday night date, and it was with only slight trepidation that you hurried home, visions of the sunshine ball left alone with no one to distract him amid all your stuff floating around your head.

Thankfully, there was no grand chaos when you poked your head through the door, only Mikey in an apron, twirling around your kitchen without a care in the world. He was juggling between three different bowls and the stove, singing along to the music blaring through his phone.

The oven dinged as you were shucking your shoes and jacket, and Mikey brightened upon spying you, tossing his spatula to the side and holding his arms open to hurry you towards him with a raucous, “babycakes! I missed you!”

You went willingly, not quite sure if he was intending to hug you or pull you into a dance, but it ended up being a mixture of the two. He spun you into a dip, hands pulling you upright when your socks slipped on the floor with a goofy smile and a little two step before he grabbed your hips, lifting you up onto the counter next to his work area. 

He broke off mid chorus to offer you a spoonful of whipped cream with a soft, “try this, baby, tell me what you think.”

You tried it without thinking, eyebrows jumping at the cloying taste on your tongue.

“Uh. Angelo, you used way too much sugar in this.” You twisted in your spot, tossing the spoon into the sink and giving a little cheer at the satisfying ‘plonk’ of it disappearing into soapy water, completely missing the mischeiveous smile on your turtle’s face.

“Yea? Here, let me help get rid of it.” Mikey’s words were teasing, and for a moment you thought he was talking about something completely different.

You weren’t expecting the warmth of his hands sliding into your hair. You startled, blinking at him dumbly when he sidled into your space, plastron tapping against your knees and pinning your shins against the counter drawers. 

He grinned, cradling your head, thumbs along your jaw, holding you still as he tilted his head and pressed his mouth to yours.

He was warm, lips soft, moving gently against your skin. He started to churr when you reached up and tucked your hands over the strong curve of his shoulders.

Your lips glided together once again, mouth opening barely under his direction, eyes closing at the little sweet exhale he gave at the motion.

“You taste like syrup.” You murmured against him, and felt his mouth fight not to tip upwards again.

“What can I say,” Mikey moved his thumb to brush over your lips, “I like sweet things, baby.”

You weaseled your arms down between your bodies, hooking around the edge of his shell and holding him closer, pulling a shiver from him.

“Give me another,” he pushed, and you giggled into the press of his lips.

DONNIE

Your nerd was thinking.

You could practically see the steam of over worked processors from where you lounged at the foot of his bed, book tilted far enough up so you could both pretend you weren’t sneaking glances his way.

Donnie was hunched over in his chair, just barely within eyesight around the low dresser separating the main room of the lab from his bedroom. His hands were lax on the keyboard of the refurbished laptop he was suppose to be working on, glasses low on his snout and eyes clearly trained, not on his work, but at the wall beyond his desk.

You entertained the thought of calling out to him, but the chances of reaching him in this state were slim to none even if you laid a trap with coffee for the bait, so you settled back into the book, flicking curious glances his way every now and then to make sure he was still breathing.

Your patience was rewarded, eventually, when he blinked and that sharp golden gaze flickered over to your face.

“I want to try something.” He said without preamble, once he saw he had your attention, and you closed the book you hadn’t been actually reading for a while with a snap to let him know he had the floor.

“Alright.” You scooted to sit at the edge of his bed, feet crossed under you and curiosity building. “What is it that you want to try, Dee?”

Donnie closed the laptop with a soft little click, rolled his chair towards you, then left his seat to shuffle into your space on his knees when he realized he still towered over you.

You swallowed at the abrupt closeness, breathed out slow to combat your sudden nerves.

The tall turtle took your hands in his, smoothed his thumbs softly over your knuckles. “I want… to kiss you. If that’s alright?”

You nodded as soon as the request was processed, gaze skittering to watch his tongue poke out reflexively before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss.

And held them there. No movement, no gentle give and take. You weren’t even sure he was breathing, he was so still.

He pulled back after a moment, light eyes quizzical before they turned inwards, and you could tell you were about to loose him to whatever data he’d collected.

“Ok. Hey. Wait.” You raised your hands, tapped along his cheeks until he glanced back at you. “I want to try again.” 

You kept your words soft, and when he automatically leaned in, you stopped him. “Let me lead, Dee. Just do what I do.”

This time, you used your hands to tilt his head a little bit, and softly touched his lips with your own. Pressed short kisses against him, letting him settle before you moved your jaw and pet your mouth across his.

The steam pouring out Donnie’s ears was back, his hands tightening against your own, and he gave a shaky exhale against your cheek before he responded, mouth slipping over your lips a little roughly as he moved to mirror your grip and tilt your head a little to the back. 

When the two of you broke apart, his eyes opened, and he whispered, “again?”

RAPH

The quiet times were the best with Raphael. The moments with no pressure, no societal niceties, away from the teasings of his brothers, when he’d look at you and jerk his head in a clear ‘let’s get out of here’ invitation that you’d never be able to turn down. 

Raph would unwind enough to simply exist when it was just you and him, warm and mellow and guard low enough that only affection glanced back when you met his eyes.

You were taking advantage of the quiet this particular date night. He was loose from good food and the way your smaller form sat at his side without fear. So much so, that when you swiveled and tucked a leg over his thigh, his big hand wrapped around your knee without stuttering, grip wide and warm and content to rest on the curve of your joint.

He was still engrossed in the movie, though you caught the little flicker of his eyes as he watched for your reaction to his touch, an old gut reaction that you were happy had faded even this much.

When you simply leaned into him, he relaxed further, and you were rewarded with the slow brush of his thumb against the soft skin on the inside of your knee, as though he couldn’t help the movement.

You let him settle through a few more scenes before pushing a little further, thought the amused quirk of his mouth when you finally made your move made you realize you might be a tad predictable to the large turtle.

That didn’t matter so much though, when he made no move to stop you. If anything, it confirmed his trust, at least enough that when you pulled up to your knees to reach him, hands hooking into the upper edge of his plastron, he tilted his head further to meet you halfway.

He was probably was’t expecting a kiss, however, if the little stutter that rolled through him under your hands and the way he gripped your hips was any indication.

The press of his lips were sweet and a little hesitant, especially when how small your mouth was against his broke through even your hazy thoughts, but you tipped to the side to make up for the difference. After a beat he leaned in, following your lead of how hard to press and when to move, softly scrubbing his lips against you as much as you would allow.

His hand slid up your spine, careful and soft, and you shivered at the feeling, pulling away only to dart back in for one more small peck for luck, pulling a little flustered huff from his snout.

When you pulled back for real, he tucked his head under your chin in a fit of bashfulness, even though you could feel his grin against your skin.

“Wanna finish the movie?” You asked, loathed to quit but not wanting to push him too fast.

“In a minute.” He replied, surfacing to press his mouth to yours again.

LEO 

Story time might be Leo’s favorite part of the day. Certainly it was the part of the day where he let himself relax, as much as he was able, but he coveted these moments where he wasn’t anything more than Leo, the mutant turtle that had found you.

So he soaked it all up, the softness of your back against his chest, the way you fit yourself against him without a care. It should have had his heart hammering, the way it had for hours after the first time he had found himself in this position. But the organ beat slow and steady in his chest, soothed when a shoe didn’t drop, and he became used to all the tiny movements you just couldn’t seem to help.

You were only partially aware of all the things that went on in your turtle's head, but slowly you were peeling back the layers as Leo let himself relax around you. You knew however, that he needed these small moments, and you were careful never to question when he came tired and bruised, to simply drop a book into your hands and lean his shell against the wall. He’d tell you, when he was ready.

You turned a page of the book, barely moving your wrist so the thumb sweeping back and forth across the small bones wouldn’t be dislodged, and continued weaving the story of a small elf looking for the last bit of magic in his world. 

When Leo’s thumb slipped up to touch your knuckles, framing the back of your hand with his palm, you had a moment to wonder if he wanted to hold your hand. When a sigh sounded from above you though, a small sound of contentment slipping out in a rumble you knew you weren’t suppose to hear, you realized he already was.

You glanced up, taking in Leo’s rounded shoulders, his lowered head, his large form practically curling around you. His eyes were shut, head tilted into your space, and an urge pinged hard in your chest at the sight.

You slipped the book jacket between the pages to hold your place, and set it aside, twisting around until you faced him on your knees. Your hands found the corded strength right above his knees briefly to keep yourself from falling over.

His eyes were open now, staring at you curiously, still soft around the edges.

You cupped his cheeks, leaned up against his plastron, and touched his lower lip softly with your own, eyes half lidded to gauge his reaction.

You watched his pupils blow wide, refocused when you pulled back, almost chased you hypnotically before the action caught up. There was a moment where you could see the hesitation, an errant thought, before the decision cemented in his eyes and he closed the distance again.

This time, the kiss was longer, sweeter, and he pushed into your space with a deep rumble in his chest, enough so that you had to hold his head steady to avoid being tipped backwards, stepping in when he faltered to lead him through the movements.

[theturtlelovers]

Ꮤ𐋅𐌄𐌍 𐌕𐌀𐌁𐌋𐌄𐌔 𐌀𐌐𐌄 𐌕𐌵𐌐𐌍𐌄𐌃

Pairing: Raph/gn!reader Rating: Explicit Contents: dom!reader, Raph is a subby turtle Warnings: 18+, mdni, nsfw Wordcount: 220

Notes: Raph needs some love on my blog as well! It was something small, though, because it was just a random thought I had!

Raph exudes confidence and certainty when he's in the lead. He knows exactly what he desires when he seeks you out for pleasure, savoring your soft gasps and the way your body reacts to his touch. It’s amazing in every way.

However, when the tables are turned, and the focus is on him, Raph becomes flustered to the point where it embarrasses him. He blushes when you trace his arm, and his eyes widen, watching you like a deer caught in headlights. He releases high-pitched whimpers as you kiss him deeply, almost as if you don't want him to breathe. Or it could just be that he's so overwhelmed with desire that he can't even fathom taking a breather. Not when he feels your tongue gliding up the length of his cock, his thighs twitching with need and moaning with abandon like some common whore.

Seeing that formidable turtle, with his impressive muscles that make his arms and legs a feast for the eyes, squirming and biting his lip in an effort to contain his noises—though they escape no matter what he does—is intoxicating. You feel a surge of power that leaves you heady, and you wield it skillfully, teasing him until he's begging for release.

 You might let him if he looks pretty enough to deserve it.

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[cowabungacafe]

Quiet Connection

prompt -"Putting their foreheads together and just being content with each other's presence"

The lair was dimly lit as Raphael returned from his nightly patrol, his mind still buzzing with the events of the night. But as he stepped into the living area, his gaze immediately found you, sitting quietly with a book in hand, a small smile gracing your lips.

Without a word, you rose from your seat and approached him, your presence a soothing balm to his restless soul. Raphael's heart swelled with affection as he closed the distance between you, a silent understanding passing between you as you stood face to face.

With a soft sigh, Raphael gently pressed his forehead against yours, a wordless gesture of love and reassurance. In that moment, the world outside faded away as you both found solace in each other's presence.

The weight of his worries seemed to lift off his shoulders as he leaned into you, finding comfort in the warmth of your embrace. In your shared silence, he could feel the depth of your connection, the strength of your bond, and he knew that as long as you were by his side, he could face anything that came his way.

For a moment, time stood still as you stood there, your foreheads pressed together in silent solidarity. It was in moments like these that Raphael realized just how much you meant to him, how much he cherished the quiet moments shared between the two of you.

Reluctantly, you eventually pulled back, but Raphael's hand found yours, his grip strong yet gentle as he looked into your eyes with a sense of profound gratitude.

"Thanks," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "For always being here for me."

And as you stood there together, basking in the quiet connection you shared, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as you had Raphael by your side, you would always find solace in the simple yet profound moments of tranquility you found together.

[raph-x-reader-logs]

But why is it so hard to find Raph fics??? I mean, TMNT has been around since the 80s, tumblr has been a thing since 2007. Fan fiction has been a thing since the beginning of time.

I know there’s more than this.

There’s no way I’ve already reached the bottom of all the Raph tags. There’s no way.

Anyways, I’m gonna make it my mission to weed through all the Raphael x reader tags and organize them here on this blog in (what I think will be) an easy to navigate list. Because I’m sick and tired of not being able to find anything for him 😩😭

Wish me luck 🫡

-Pinto 🌱

P.S. If anyone has any Raph x reader fics (any iteration!) please send them my way! I’ll get started on a master list as soon as I wake up tomorrow 🙏

[talewrites]

Fragile Part 7

Sorry for the wait! It was hard to focus while writing this chapter, so I might be editing it for mistakes here and there. I hope you like it! :] <3

Generation: Bayverse TMNT

Tmnt x Reader Fanfic

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (except ‘dudette’, 'miss', and ‘princess’)

Warnings: injury, broken limbs, violence, drowning, not proof read

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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You were laying dazed on the cold metal floor. In too much pain to focus on anything else besides breathing. You heard a commotion, voices muffled through the thick glass. At least inside this tube they couldn’t touch you anymore. Your mind strayed to the turtles. You weren’t able to save them. You weren’t able to do anything. You just hope they can somehow get away safely. That April and Casey can somehow save them.

“I won’t ask again…. Where’s (y/n).” Leo growled. He grit his teeth as he lowered his stance, ready to strike.

Baxter Stockman was quickly typing commands into the program on his computer. Karai stepped in front of him and drew her katana.

“Out of your reach, Turtles.” 

“Aaaaand, there!” Stockman hit one last key on this computer and a red light started to flash on the tank, bringing the turtle’s attention to the crumpled form inside the glass. At the same time a multitude of files and programs started closing on the screen one after another, Stockman’s signature digital self-destruct program. Baxter stepped away from his computer and lifted his arms up triumphantly.

The sound of rattling pipes overhead catches your attention. 

“Ha! You’re too late, Turtles. For years, the Foot Clan has sought out the means to fight you mutants on equal footing. And now, we have our secret weapon! An endless supply of pure mutagen!!!” 

You heard a loud beeping sound, then a click, and the squeak of metal.

A gush of icy water pours down on you from above. The sudden cold shocks you and marginally distracts you from the pain. You pull yourself to the edge of the glass away from the heavy stream of water coming down from above, slowly starting to fill the base. You take a shaky deep breath and bang a fist on the glass. No use. Dizzy and numb, you look outside the tank for someone, something, anything that might help you. That’s when you see them.

And with dawning horror, they see you.

“Guys….?” You press your wet hand up against the glass. They’re here! They’re safe!!!

“(Y/n)....? (Y/N)!!!!” Leo shouts and lunges towards the tank. He tries to rush up to the glass but Rocksteady blocks his path. There’s blood on your cheek, and even a good distance away he can tell you’re in bad shape. 

“OUT OF OUR WAY!” Raph roared at Bebop and Rocksteady, crossing his sai in preparation for a fight.

“Uuuh hey guys? Why is (y/n) in a giant fish bowl…?” Mikey asked, nunchucks at the ready.

“They ain’t comin’ out anytime soon, short stack.” Bebop said with an evil grin. 

“You turtles totally fell for our trap!” Rocksteady chuckled.

Donnie immediately noticed the computer hooked up to the tank’s controls. He tried to subtly sneak past Bebop to get to Stockman but Karai stepped forward and blocked his path.

Karai pointed her sword at Donnie. “The Foot will be unstoppable.”

“And I will FINALLY get the recognition I deserve, for single-handedly creating an entire race of superhumans that will rule over the city!!!” 

“You’re crazy!! You don’t even know what kind of side effects that mutation will have on regular humans!” Donnie activated the electricity at the end of his bo staff, ready to fight Karai to get to Stockman. 

“I do have to thank you turtles for activating their mutant gene. Without your help, none of this would be possible!” Stockman’s laugh echoed through the large room. He waltz over to the canister filling up with the distilled mutagen from your blood. “We originally got (y/n) by a…. foreseeable mistake. But to our surprise, they survived where others had failed. And yet- their results were incomplete. Their animal DNA wasn’t materializing no matter what we did to them. So we came back to New York, where the population could supply us with countless more test subjects.” Baxter said cheerfully, popping the lid off the canister. “But now that we have the results we wanted, we have no need of them! We can preserve (y/n)’s body in a special chemical compound that will put them into a permanent hibernation. No need to worry, their body will be harnessed for science!” Stockman’s laugh was deep and evil, and to everyone’s shock-

He dumped the canister of mutagen over his own head.

Karai lept back out of the trajectory of the splash. Baxter’s laugh increased in volume as he began to morph and change. His head and eyes grew large, his body shrank, little papery wings sprouted from his back, and he mutated into a giant mutant fly. 

Bebop and Rocksteady were stunned by the transformation. “Eeeeewwww… he turned into a bug?” Bebop whined.

“Nasty!” Rocksteady shook his head. Neither of them were paying attention to the turtles so Raph and Donnie covered for Leo and Mikey to make a break for the tank you were in. By now it had filled enough that you were starting to float.

“We’re here babe! We’re gonna get you out!” Mikey reassured you. 

You whimpered helplessly. You were having a hard time keeping your head above water, not really able to swim with a broken dislocated arm and broken ankle. 

“Stay back!” Leo sliced at the glass, and Mikey hit it with his nunchucks as hard as he could, but their attacks barely left a scratch!

“Guys! We have incoming!” Donnie yelled as Stockman had started flying around the room, maniacally laughing as he swooped down and kicked the back of Mikey’s shell, almost knocking him over. 

“Dude, gross!” Mikey protested. Stockman looked to be drooling some kind of acid substance from his mouth.

Bebop and Rocksteady had recovered and started to charge towards them. Leo and Mikey had to jump away from your tank to avoid getting trampled. 

“Donnie, that glass is as hard as steel!!” Leo jumped up and kicked Rocksteady across his cheek, then retreated.

“What’re we gonna do? (Y/n)’s tank is already half full!” Raph shouted. He was using his sai to hold back Bebop’s tusks as he tried to charge them. 

You were doing your best to calm your breathing enough that you could float, but every time your head ducked below water you panicked. Your body was exhausted and protested against your desperate movements, but you needed to survive long enough for the boys to break you out.

“Donnie! See if you can turn off the water!!! I’ve got Karai.” Leo ordered

“Mikey! It’s you and me!” Raph called over, clanging his sai together and shouted a war cry running up to strike Rocksteady. 

“What?! What about the bug brained dude??!! Eep!” Mikey ducked as Stockman flew over his head. He looked down and realized he was kneeling at the feet of Bebop, who had taken the black taser out of his pocket.

“You wanna taste too, little man?” 

When Bebop flicked on the taser, Mikey saw the small stains of fresh blood on the pointed tips that buzzed with electricity. He looked back over to you struggling in the tank and how heavily injured you looked.

He saw red.

Mikey had a rare moment of true anger as he jumped to his feet and knocked the taser out of Bebop’s hand with his nunchucks, and in a flurry of rapid hits he beat back the warthog. He finished him off with a powerful roundhouse kick to the head.

“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR MESSING WITH MY BAE!” He shouted triumphantly.

Raph looked back to Mikey with wide eyes, proud of his little bro for letting loose. “Woah. Way to go Mikey!” He ducked a hit from Rocksteady and punched him hard under his chin. Knocking him out cold. 

Leo was crossing swords with Karai. She was a skilled fighter. But he was much stronger than her. While he pushed her back with a heavy strike, she slipped on some of the mutagen that had spilled on the floor, allowing Leo to take advantage of the opening and disarmed her. He flicked her sword out of her hand and knocked her back. She glared daggers at him, quickly recovering. But seeing as Bebop and Rocksteady were knocked out, she opted for a tactical retreat.

“This is just the beginning.” She hissed and ran out of the lab door. 

Stockman was buzzing around your tank, still laughing maniacally. 

“You turtlezzzzz cannot defeat the mighty Dr Stockman!! I am invincible!! I am-“

Donnie turned on the taser at the end of his bo staff and vaulted it at the annoying human insect, striking him and electrocuting him, knocking him out of the air to fall on the floor with a gross splat.

“Good thing I always carry a bug zapper.” He deadpanned.

Donnie went back to trying to hack into Stockmans computer. He managed to get past the firewall with his hacking program, but he discovered that all of the interfaces connected to the tank control had been erased. 

There was no way to stop the tank from filling up completely. Donnie would have to write a whole new interface from scratch to control the tank.

There was no time.

You were running out of air, trying desperately to keep your head above water as the tank was almost full to the top. You took in one last deep breath just as the water consumed the last of the space. You held your good hand over your mouth and nose hard, trying to hold in the air, and floated down towards the bottom of the tank. 

No more air.

“(Y/N)!!!” 

“ANGEL CAKES!!!” Donnie and Mikey yelled out in panic.

Your eyes snapped open, hearing their muffled voices outside the tank. You swam over to the glass and met eyes with Raphael. He had picked a spot and began punching at the glass over and over again with his sai in his fists.

The needled jabs just managed to scratch the surface. 

You looked at him sadly through the glass. He was stressed, sweating and desperate to break through. Mikey had grabbed a chair and had chucked it at the glass from another spot but it just bounced off and broke on the floor.

Leo was standing behind Donnie with his hand on his shoulder, but his eyes didn’t leave your face. 

Time was running out. You were choking on the stale air in your lungs. Head getting dizzy from lack of oxygen. You removed your hand from your mouth and pressed it up to the glass, some bubbles of air escaping your mouth. Your eyebrows knit together to concentrate on not breathing in the fluid in the tank. But you were suffocating and in pain. 

It was hard.

You looked back up at Raph, and forced a smile on your face. You felt sad. You didn’t want them to see you like this. They felt so far away. 

Darkness was consuming your vision. The last remaining bubbles of air escaped from your mouth and your eyes slipped closed. 

“NO!!! NO-! (Y/N), STAY WITH US.” Raph pounded his fist hard against the glass. 

“DAMN IT.” Donnie frustratingly slammed his fist down next to the keyboard, his head falling into his hands. None of the lines of command coding he was typing in were working.

Leo left Donnie’s side and strode up to the tank.

“Move.” Leo ordered as he came up behind Raph. He unsheathed his swords and began slicing at the glass again. It was barely making a scratch. But combined with the small dents Raph had been making, he was slowly chipping away at the surface.

“Leo! If you can manage to cut 1.2 centimeters deep, it should weaken the glass enough to shatter with enough force!” Donnie yelled from where he was still furiously typing into the stationed keyboard. His attempts to unlock the system all in vain. 

Leo and Raph worked together to stab and slice at the weakest point in the glass until finally-

*crack*

A small fracture appeared in the glass. 

“There!!” Donnie called out. Raph and Leo switched to charging at the door and ramming it full force with their shoulders. Over and over as the cracks grew wider and wider.

Mikey came over, and with a hand on Leo’s shoulder, the leader stepped aside to let his little brother help. Mikey joined Raph and rammed the glass again with such force the crack split all the way across the glass. One more strike-

The glass shattered on impact.

The gush of water that burst through swept Mikey and Raph off their feet. The floor of the lab flooded, and your body washed up on the floor. Lifeless and unmoving.

“(Y/N)!!!!!!” The boys all yelled. 

Leo reached you first, falling into a kneel at your side. He ripped out the two needles from your back and held you in his arms. Donnie rushed over and slid down into the other spot at your side, his goggles pulled into place as he quickly checked you over.

“They’re not breathing. Put them down flat, now.” Leo obeyed and laid you on your back. Donnie first pressed down on your diaphragm to check for water blocking your lungs, then began compressions. 

The room was dead quiet all except for the sounds of Donnie’s whispered counting as he pressed down on your chest. He paused, opened your mouth, pinched your nose, and breathed into your lungs. 

Mikey was nervously walking around you back and forth, and Raph watched you from a distance, a vacant expression as he watched your face for any sign of movement, pleading with himself for you to be okay. 

After what felt like an eternity, you coughed. Leo quickly rolled you lay on your side. You spit up water, gasping for air. You felt like you were coughing up a lung full of ethanol. 

Mikey cheered and Raph took a deep breath, covering his face with his hands. Donnie fell backwards onto his butt and pulled his goggles off his head, so incredibly relieved you were breathing. Leo rubbed your back comfortingly as you got your breathing back under control.

Once you got a suitable amount of oxygen back in your lungs, you whimpered. Your throat was burning and a pain in your stomach and chest made it hard to breathe.

Leo picked you up again, and held you close to his chest. Your eyes fluttered open and you winced at the bright light from the ceiling.

“Welcome back.” Leo said with a smile on his face.

“Leo…?” Your voice was quiet and scratchy. You looked around at Donnie, Mikey, and Raph that all came into view around you and Leo.

“Guys….?” You felt barely conscious. Head foggy and tired like you were under water.

“We’re right here.” Donnie assured you, reaching down to pick up your good hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

All the fear and emotion of drowning and being captured suddenly crashed down on you all at once. You sniffed and big tears gathered in your eyes.

“I was… so scared… I thought I was going to lose you….!” You hiccuped and sobbed as Leo held your trembling form tightly against his chest.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. I’m here. We got you.” Leo soothed, rubbing his hand down your back. He buried his nose into your damp hair and held you tight.

“You had us worried there for a minute!” Donnie was smiling at you, soft and relieved. Mikey was standing behind him rubbing tears out of his eyes.

“Let’s get you home.” Raph said, kneeling down behind you. 

“Wait. I need to splint their arm and their ankle first. Mikey, can you find me some-“

*crack*

“Will this work?” 

Mikey had already broken off the thin legs of a chair across the room. 

“Yeah that works fine.” He pulled out two rolls of gauze from one of the pockets on his belt, and took the offered sticks from Mikey, who knelt down by your feet. 

“What’re we gonna do about him?” He asked, motioning over to Stockman’s twitching form across the room.

The brothers all sneered at the fly mutant with similar levels of disgust on their faces, finding him rather gross. You smiled.

“Just leave him there, we can worry about him another time.” Leo offered, adjusting you in his grip. You winced terribly when your arm was moved. 

“….Is ...your arm dislocated?” Leo asked you, holding you upright in a sitting position, now thoroughly checking you over. 

Donnie and Mikey were working together to splint your ankle, Mikey holding up your foot while Donnie wrapped the splint to it.

“Let me see that.” Raph placed his hands on your shoulder and you clenched your teeth and whined quietly at the sharp pain.

“Leo, hold them still for a minute.” 

“Just hold onto me tightly, it’ll be over in a second.” Leo hugged you close, wrapping an arm around your good side.

Raph got hold of your tender arm, and with practiced ease, popped your shoulder back into place. You cried out loudly and buried your face in Leo’s shoulder, taking deep breaths. 

Raph tried to rub the soreness out of your poor shoulder. “Good job, princess. Now let Donnie get a look at that break.”

You hesitantly detached yourself from Leo, your shaking red and swollen arm was carefully picked up by Donnie, who set the splint and carefully wrapped the bandages.

“I’ll be able to get a better look at it with the x-ray machine back at home. For now we just have to be really careful not to jostle them too much when carrying them back.”

“I got em.” Raph volunteered. Leo looked to Raph, wordlessly nodding his head for his brother to take you from his arms.

“Careful of their arm….”

“Got it.” 

Without much effort, Raph scooped you up in his big arms. You winced as a sharp stabbing pain radiated through your stomach as you were held close to Raph’s chest.

Something was definitely wrong.

“I’m sorry, princess. It’s just until we get you home.” Raph apologized. Leo led everyone quickly out of the lab. 

Once back out in the hallway you had entered from, you noticed with visible shock the literal sea of bodies that covered the floor. Foot ninja. They fought through all of them, just to get to you.

Everyone exited the lab, careful to stick to the shadows as the sun began to rise. As the turtles made their way for their home, your stomach burned worse and worse with a white hot pain that radiated through your body. The movement of the city passing you by made you become dizzy, and your head felt like it was spinning. You felt nauseous and incredibly tired. 

“Hey Raph….?”

“Yeah princess?”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you guys…. You had to save me instead….” You weren’t making any sense. Raph could barely hear you as the wind whipped past his head. You just felt so tired.

“Hey, stay with me, princess. We’re almost there. It’s okay.” Raph didn’t know what the right thing to say was. But your eyes were starting to slide closed.

“Can we…. Can we watch Princess Bride again…. When we get home….?”

Raph smiled at that.

“Yeah. We’ll watch it as many times as you want, short stack.” He didn’t care if his brothers teased him for secretly liking your girly movie. He didn’t care if he had to watch it with you a hundred times. He just wanted you to get better.

“We’re almost there. How you holding up?” 

Silence. 

“(Y/n)…?”

“Mmh?” 

Your eyes were closed.

“Come on, wake up, we’re almost there.”

He was desperate. 

“Mm…hm…” 

You hummed, but your eyelids felt too heavy to lift. You felt yourself sinking into a dark liquid abyss. You could no longer fight the pull.

“(Y/n)….. (y/n)? Hey…! Hey, no no no no no, you gotta stay awake. Come on princess…! (Y/N)!!!”

You felt Raph try to shake you awake, felt his muscles tense as he pushed himself to go faster. 

“We’re almost there, hold on…!”

“Hold on….”

Darkness overtook you.

Part 8

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The Birthday Wish

Turtle Doves!!!

Today is a VERY IMPORTANT DAY!

It's my girl @leosgirl82 's birthday!

And because I love her so much, I wrote a little something for her.

And all you Raph gals out there get to enjoy @leosgirl82 's birthday gift, too 😂❤️

~Disclaimer~ I DO NOT condone exceeding the speed limit. Even if you are a gigantic humanoid turtle. Stay Safe, Turtle Doves 💕

ALSO, I deem this SFW 🦺

18+ content - for mature audiences only

The Birthday Wish

*Ping*

You picked up your phone to see a text from Raph. He wanted you to meet him at the lair tonight for your birthday.

Big Red: Hey baby. Can you meet me at the lair later? I have a birthday surprise for you.

You: 👀 

Big Red: LOL I promise you're gonna like it.

You: I should be able to escape my annual obligatory family cake and ice cream get-together by 4:30. Is 5 pm ok?

Big Red: it's perfect

You: alright. But if I get there. And there's some big party going on…

Big Red: 😂😘 I'll see you at 5

You let out a huff of air. He knew you hated surprises. He better not be throwing some grandiose birthday she-bang.

But could you really complain? He was absolutely perfect in every way.

You hadn't even been dating the big brute for a year yet.

But the connection you had, made it feel like you two had been together forever.

🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢

This whole thing had started years ago. 

Having met Leo as a small child, your friendship with him had blossomed over the years, and you two had been inseparable by the time you hit high school. At that time, Raph was nothing but an insufferable hothead who liked to tease and annoy the shit out of you every time you went to the lair to visit your best friend.

Unfortunately, time moves faster than you're ever ready for, and going to college had crept up before you knew it. You had chosen to go somewhere out of state to pursue your chosen career, causing you to lose touch with the turtles.

The years went by, and between working a full-time job and taking college courses full-time, your life had changed drastically, leaving no time to even think about your childhood friends.

When you eventually came back to New York - years later - you wandered the familiar tunnels to the lair, but only to find it in shambles. They had left their lair, presumably due to being found. And, to much of your dismay,  you hadn't been able to find them again ever since.

Fast forward about ten years, and you meet your new best friend. She talked a lot about her loving boyfriend, but you had never seen nor met the guy, and you were beginning to worry, quite honestly. 

You finally had to beg her to introduce you, and she agreed under strict terms - that his identity was to remain a secret because he worked undercover. You gladly agreed, and she set up the meeting.

Let me tell you… When the day came for you to meet him, you just about lost your mind when Leonardo walked into her small New York apartment.

Excitement. Unintelligible babbling. Tears.

Your new best friend was dating your old best friend. Does life get any more perfect?

As it turns out, it does.

Your reintroduction to the turtle brothers and their rat father went as expected - squeals of happiness, bellowing laughter, and tears of joy.

You started visiting their new lair regularly, hanging out more with Leo's three brothers while he was out with your friend. You loved bonding with Mike in the kitchen while the pair of you baked and cooked up new recipes. And hanging with Don and asking ALL the questions while he worked on building a quantum computer was a blast!

But your favorite time spent down there, surprisingly, was with the big red bara.

He had grown up quite a bit, and more than just in height and muscles.

He was funny. And sweet. He was incredibly caring - and not afraid to show it.

You had fallen for him despite your attempts to keep it friendly.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

You hadn't been able to pull your brain away from the reminiscent thoughts about how you finally got together with Raphael throughout your small party with your parents, siblings, and their families. So, you were incredibly grateful when your brother snuck you out the side door with a hug and told you he'd cover for you and to go have fun with your man.

You hurried home and still had enough time to shower and get dressed in something nice before heading to the lair. 

Raphael was waiting for you in the common room as you walked in with a gorgeous bouquet of red roses, orange lilies, and white orchids. He was wearing nice jeans and that crimson button-down dress shirt you loved so much.

You couldn't help the smile that nearly broke your face when you saw him.

"Happy birthday, baby," he said softly as he handed you the flowers so he could embrace you.

"Raph, these are gorgeous!" You gushed, standing on your toes for a smooch.

"That's only the beginning. Let's put them in a vase so we can get you dressed to go," he told you with a wink.

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

You gasped when he brought you to his bedroom, where he had leather riding gear laid out for you on his bed. It was black and red, matching his perfectly.

You had expressed your love of motorcycles to him and Don when you found them rebuilding and remodeling a bike to fit the oversized turtles' builds.

But that was so long ago that you were sure he had forgotten.

You turned and looked at him, his eyes sparkling down at you, clearly enjoying your reaction.

"Hurry up," he whispered with a smile, nodding toward the gear.

Once you were both ready, he lead you out to the garage, where he rolled out the motorcycle you would be taking.

The motorcycle was gorgeous.

It was huge with two seats. There was a smaller seat, seated directly in front of the driver, effectively tucking the rider under the driver - so the rider was perfectly snug against the driver's body - but not in the way of operating the machine.

Raph helped you up onto the bike, then climbed on behind you.

"Hold on tight," you heard him say through a speaker inside your helmet.

He pushed a button on the dashboard of the bike that opened a hidden door in the garage. He navigated the underground tunnels until you saw a ramp drop down from above, leading out into a back alley.

He zoomed with you securely tucked beneath him, through the city and to the highway, where he really opened it up, hitting speeds of 120+ mph.

It was absolutely exhilarating, watching the world fly by as he played Adam Lambert's If I Had You, through the speakers in the helmets. His strong arms caging you in on the motorcycle made your heart flutter with how safe he made you feel.

He drove the pair of you to upstate New York and into the deep woods, where he had built a log cabin for the two of you to 'get away' when you first started dating.

He parked the bike and helped you off before escorting you inside. Guiding you to the bathroom, he handed you a bag so you could change out of your riding gear and back into your dress. 

In the meantime, he hurried around, starting a fire, pulling a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries out of the fridge, and pouring you both some champagne - before changing back into his clothes.

He had you join him on the couch, where he kept his arm draped around your shoulders lazily, feeding you the occasional strawberry that was always followed by a kiss.

"Raph," you said, looking up at him in complete adoration, "this was wonderful. Thank you so much for giving me the best birthday I've ever had."

"Actually, I haven't given you your gift yet," he said, looking a little nervous as he stood up. He walked into the bedroom and came back with something held behind his back.

"Look, I know it's your birthday, and you're supposed to make the wish, but my gift to you comes with a wish of my own," he told you.

He paused, looking over your features for a moment before he continued.

"I made this for you," he said, pulling out a small jewelry-sized gift box and handing it to you.

You opened the small black box to find a necklace. The pendant was made from wood - two intricately carved hearts, one on top of the other.

"It's beautiful," you whispered, mesmerized by the fact that those huge hands of his could make something so small and delicate.

"That smaller heart is you," he said, a bit shyly, "and the bigger one is me."

You laid your hand on his forearm, trying to get him to look up at you as he fiddled with his hands.

"I love it," you told him, with a smile so bright, it put the sun to shame.

"There's more," he said quietly, glancing up at you for a second before looking at the small open box in your hands.

"It represents how I feel," he said. "The smaller heart takes up all of the space inside of the big one."

You let out a small breath of air as you felt tears collecting in the corners of your eyes.

"And, I don't usually believe in this sort of thing, but…" he continued, "now I want it to be real."

He looked up, and his eyes found yours as his hand found the side of your face.

"I love you… With all of my heart. And I wish for you to always be by my side. In this lifetime, and any others thereafter," he professed, his eyes misting over as he looked down at you.

"I hope you'll always wear it," he whispered, bending down to land a soft kiss on your lips.

Tears stream down your face as you put your free hand up to his neck to keep his lips pressed to yours.

He broke the kiss to wipe your cheeks dry with his thumb and then took the box back.

"May I?" He asked, after taking the necklace out and holding it to you.

You nodded frantically and turned so he could clip the clasp easier.

You smiled, resting your fingertips on the small pendant, as you turned around to see him.

Raph smiled at you and sat back down on the couch, but this time he pulled you down into his lap and wrapped those huge muscled arms around you.

After sharing some smiles and laughing about stories from the past while you were all cuddled up on the couch, the pair of you fell asleep, all wrapped up in one another, under the infamous red knitted blanket.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Chase

Anon Request, “Funny ask here! An expert free runner (jumping from building to building) catches the turtles on camera. The boys planned to do the same intimidation act like with April but are shocked when they jet off managing to keep a good distance. Then once they think they have them cornered on a construction site the boys fall through the building roof landing in waist high wet concrete. Looking down at them the runner blows them a kiss before taking off. (P.S. their cool though and just keep the photo as a momento)How do the 4 react to seeing them again when they literally bump into each other on the rooftops?”

 ◌ Part Two ◌

~xXx~

You hadn’t intentionally meant to take a picture of the turtles. If anything it was their fault they ended up in your shot. After finishing a course you’d been aiming at for over a week, you thought it’d be a great moment to capture, but hadn’t expected to catch anyone else in the background of your roof top photo. Much less those anyone’s being four mutant ninja turtles. It was the squak of surprise at the sudden flash of your mini Polaroid that alerted you to them.

Seeing the turtles left you somewhere between an intriguing shock and confused fear, even if seeing one of them rapidly rub at their flashed eyes while over exaggerate about how they burned did indeed give you a little giggle. There wasn’t much time to process the whiplash of emotions however, as one of them, clad in red and quite burly out of the bunch, came marching your way. Not a word had a chance of making its way from their lips, as your body did what it was trained so hard to do, making a mad dash across the old market roof top. Just like that, the four brothers found themselves in a sudden grand chase. “Great job, Raph!”, Leo snapped at said aggravated terrapin, making easy work of hopping over a fenced roof. “I ain’t even do anythin’! It’s your fault!”, Raph retaliated, vaulting over some exterior vents. “Oh, and how is that exactly?!” “You’re the one who gave us the all clear!” Bouncing from wall to wall as the group followed you down into an old parking garage Donnie interjected between the two argumentative brothers. “Guy’s is now really the time?! We kind of have something urgent on our hands.” “Yeah! Like how I can’t see their sick moves because my eyes are still having a disco party!”, Mikey continued to blink rapidly, nearly missing the open edge if not for Donnie giving him aid with his staff. Rolling his own eyes, Leo brushed off the youngest, keeping track of your movements as you scaled your way into a construction building across the way. “Come on, let’s get this over with. There’s no where to go past that building, we’ll catch them there.” All the years of free running across New York, you’d never felt as thrilled as you did now. Sure, it was still terrifying in a way being chased by four giant creatures who were quite nimble despite their enormous size, but you had to be honest in the way their pursuit brought on an adrenaline like no other. They put your skills to the test in a way you could never personally do yourself, and as you swung from a bar into another construction building, you felt elation rush through your body. At least, till you found yourself caught in between a rock and a hard place, staring at a concrete solid wall with no where to escape. Hearing the collective sounds of heavy foot falls, you quickly turned around to find the four beings surrounding the only path you’d have of escape. Seeing the glares upon their faces, your racing heart now beat rapidly for a different reason. Taking a moment to even his breathing, Leonardo stepped forward, watching your reactions carefully. “We’re not going to hurt you. Just. . .don’t scream.”, he spoke as calmly as he could, hands raised to show he had no misleading intentions. You said nothing, just continued to take control of your own breathing as your eyes shifted between him and his brothers. “I’m Leonardo, and these are-“ “I’m Michelangelo, but you can just call me Mikey!”, the orange banded turtle cut in, shoving past his brother and winking at you. “The guy in purple is Donatello, and the one in red who mean mugged you is Raphael! What’s your name angel? I say angel, because there’s no way you could have crossed those alleyways so eloquently without a pair of wings~.” “Mikey!”, all three other brothers shouted in unison. “What?!” With a light groan, Donnie reminded him of their current objective. “We’re here to get the photo. Not you a love interest.” “Oooooh right, the photo!” Your eyes shifted from Raphael, back to Mikey as he moved closer, three fingered hand reaching out. Sifting into your pocket it didn’t take long to pull out the small square picture. Despite it being exposed and grainy in some parts, the tangibility of the photo and the story it now held caused a surprising sorrow in your heart to have to depart with it. Yet, gazing back up to the four mutants before you, you understood why they’d want it. With the way you reacted, who could imagine how others might to their discovery. You met Mikey half way, extending your own hand to give him the small photo, fingers lightly brushing the other. All of a sudden, a loud crack was heard, and all five of you stood frozen. Before anyone could blink, the floor caved in, the four brothers descending down into dust and debris, and you with quick reflexes pressing tight back against the concrete wall. Once the clouded air had settled, you quickly peaked over into the newly established hole, a surge of worry for the ninja quartet. Relief washed through as you caught sight of the brothers who had landed in a mucky puddle, most likely sore from the fall but seemingly fine otherwise. As the boys groaned and started another round of arguing with one another, you suddenly remembered the photo and quickly checked your closed fist to find it still there. Carefully bringing the picture before you to look at once more, a thought had emerged. This was the most fun you had in long time, the most alive you’ve felt in a while. Recalling the kind smile Mikey had given you and Leo’s mindful approach as to not frighten you, you considered the growing idea in your mind even more. Making up your mind, you gently tucked the photo back into your pocket with a gleeful grin. You swore to yourself that night to never show anyone that picture, but as long as you held on to it, you knew you’d eventually wind up seeing the turtles again. With that, you skipped from the tiny ledge along the wall, and whistled to catch the turtles’ attention. “Bye boys! It was nice meeting you!” Loud shouts and scrambling could be heard as each one clambered over the other, slipping back and forth into the deep puddle in an effort to get up and to you, but by the time they’d get themselves straightened out, you’d be long gone with anticipating hope of the next chase.

~xXx~

[donniesgirlie]

Rando #4 NSFW

Okokok

Ok

So

In the 2014 movie, when April finds the tapes of the premutated turtles, it's pretty clear that the boys are red-eared sliders (at least in the lab, ik they're kind of a mashup of different turtles post-mutation, just go with it for this).

Red-eared sliders have a dick that's 30-40% the length of their body - stay with me.

So um... the boys, right?🥲

Mikey is 5'7", Leo 6'4", Raph 6'6", and Donnie 6'8" (according to google)

Converting that to inches:

Mikey 67", Leo 74", Raph 76", and Donnie 78"

Now let's do some math:

30% of 67= 20.1; 40%=26.8

30% of 74= 22.2; 40%=29.6

30% of 76=22.8; 40%=30.4

30% of 78=23.4; 40% =31.2

Mikey's shlong= 20.1 inches to 26.8 inches

Leo's= 22.2 inches to 29.6 inches

Raph's= 22.8 inches to 30.4 inches

Donnie's= 23.4 inches to 31.2 inches

Converting that to the metric system:

51.05cm - 68.07cm

56.38cm - 75.18cm

57.91cm - 77.21cm

59.43cm - 79.24cm

Let's just say "ouch"👁👄👁

[6mommymilkers9]

Could I request for headcanons of TMNT Bayverse Turtles to their s/o saying they know how it feels to be discriminated especially of something that they can't control when he asks how are they so open minded?

Of course! These are really creative. Hopefully you like it! Keep them requests coming. Remember I write for Bayverse!, 2012, and Rise!

Michelangelo

• Michelangelo, the fun loving terrapin never got upset. But when he did, he hit rock bottom. Earlier in the day, he had been watching television, as he always did. As the news channel popped up, the news anchor peaked his interest. The brothers had been would with the NYPD for little over a week, and it seemed as if they were covering an article on them.

• “The ‘Mutants’ have been working with our local police force, diligently solving case after case! While becoming hero’s of New York City, many are weary. What are these freaks up to? Are they really kind, or are thing you to something? The public is on edge for an answer! Now on to the constr-”

• Turning off the television, the youngest turtle got up, an expression that didn’t suit his features. “Do they just not understand?” He muttered, trudging to his room. They saved New York, the world! This is what they get in return?

• “Mikey!…Mikey!” Hands cupping around your lips, voice echoing throughout the walls, there was no sign of your turtle. You had saw the article being covered and knew you had to check up on your turtle. Starting to get worried, you began to search everywhere for the terrapin. To no avail, you made way to the last place you could think of, his room. What you saw…wasn’t your boyfriend.

• Sighing, his head being held up by a lonely hand, his other playing with the seems of this pants, he slowly looked over at his open door, seeing you look over at him. “How do you do it? How can you stay so open minded about this? They judge and judge. All we do is protect them.”

• “How do I do it?” Grabbing the terrapins large hand in yours, brushing your thumb over his knuckles, you offered him a soft smile. “I ignore it. It seems hard, but it gets easier over time. You’ll feel the words, their actions, punch you in the gut. You’ll get used to it, their reactions anyway. When you realize that all that matters is you and knowing who and what you are, you’ll become bullet proof. Even if you already are.” You giggled, watching as his blue hues started into your own. “You’re perfect the way you are. Turtle..human..it doesn’t matter. You’re a good person Mikey. Remember that.”

• Cupping his cheek, you peppered tiny kisses on his nose, making the youngest brother laugh and swat at your actions. “Okay okay! Knock it off!” He whisper-yelled, holding your face, stopping your little attack. “Maybe you’re right Y/n. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Shrugging playfully, you grasped his wrists. “Not have a super awesome person like me.” Laughing lightly, Michelangelo smushed his face with your, giving you a toothy kiss.

Raphael

• Tossing the newspaper to the ground, Raphael held a scowl that could kill. “GODDAMNIT! Will this ever fucking STOP!” He wailed throwing himself onto the couch, nearly shaking with anger. “Fuck this, fuck them, fuck it!” Last week he had busted a large criminal operation and this is what he gets?

• Peaking from the kitchen, you saw the hotheaded turtle have another one of his episodes, maybe a little bit worse. Deciding lunch could wait, you quickly hurried over the the red terrapin. “Raph? What happened?” Getting only a simple gesturing pointing to the newspaper, you gently picked it up, reading the header. ‘Turtle Freaks: Friend or Foe?’

• Air escaping your mouth, you let the paper fall from your grasp, floating it’s way to the sewer floors. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry.” Knowing to be careful with your words, you say next to the hothead, laying a soft hand on his thigh. “How can you go out there and face those people?! How can you deal with shit like that? I do nothing but work my ass off and I still get called a damn freak!” He yelled, tears evident in his eyes.

• “Not everyone thinks the same Raph. Despite what that damn paper says, not everyone thinks you’re a freak or an enemy. People like you. They think you’re a hero. You can’t let things like that get to you. I let it get to me and that didn’t go too well. While I’m just a human, I’ve been judged, ridiculed, outcasted by people for the way I look, act, for who I am. But they don’t matter in the end. They are just some assholes who want to get to you. They’re miserable in their own way.” Sighing a bit, you cuddled up to the large terrapin. “If it helps, I think you’re the most amazing turtle in New York.”

• Looking down at his human, he wrapped an arm around them, soaking up their warmth. Taking a few breaths, Raphael gave you a small smile. “Damn right I am sweet cheeks.” Kissing the top of your head, he massaged your arm. “Thank you.” He mumbled. “No problem Raph. That’s what I’m here for.”

Donatello

• The lab, usually silent, except for the occasional explosion or sound of metal clanging, was eerily quiet. A drop of water would echo if it could. “Donnie?” You called out, opening the lab door ajar. Watching the news, it was bad. They were hero’s, how could people not see that?

• Shutting the door behind you, you heard a faint sound. Ever so quiet, but audible. Walking around, the sound becoming louder and louder, you felt your heart break. Tears streaking down his green skin, arms wrapped around his scrunched legs, Donatello was miserable. His tech was in the corner, mask tossed across a swivel chair.

• “Could these mutants be trusted? What about the turtle called Donatello? He could be storing weapons dangerous to society? What if they turned to their aggressive nature? What will the NYPD do then?”

• The news, barely audible, laid playing not too far from the two of you, making you cringe at the news anchor. “Hey hey hey…don’t. Donnie…don’t listen to them.” Kneeling down, wiping away tears that seemed to never end, you could only pity your boyfriend.

• “I’d never hurt anyone. I protect. I- I’m not a monster…am I?” Donatello sputtered out, lifting his head slightly to look at you. Shaking your head quickly, you snatched the turtles hands into your own, making him to his full attention towards you. “Donatello, my love, you are no monster. Those people, that anchorman, those are the monsters. No matter your skin, your shell, your hands or your feet. You’re no different than any of us. You’re so smart and the kindest soul I have ever met. You kick ass and protect your brothers, me. You saved the world my love. You have developed so many gadgets that current science cannot replicate. You’re one of a kind. The next Einstein.” Kissing his knuckles, you offered a toothy smile.

• A weak smile scribbled on the terrapin’s face, he clutched onto your small hands. “How are you so open minded? After everything you’ve seen?” Getting up, pulling the turtle to his feet, you looked up at him. “I have hope, for everyone. Good or bad.” Nodding, the turtle accepted your answer, feeling a little better. “Come on,” pulling at Donatello’s arm, you gave a small giggle. “Let’s go play some monopoly.” Donatello couldn’t be happier hearing about his favorite board game.

Leonardo

• Leonardo, leader of the turtle brothers, gave a front that he couldn’t be broken down, that he was bullet proof. He tried to convince himself that. He tried not to let things bother him. He tried so hard. Day in and day out, but he began to reach his breaking point.

• He loved his brothers, but, he knew he couldn’t talk to them about his feelings. Splinter wouldn’t be the best help. He didn’t need guidance, he needed comfort. And that comfort was you.

• Opening your window, closing it behind him, he walked around your apartment. It was small, but it was big enough where he could move freely without much trouble. Finding you in your bed, television dim against your skin, he found you smiling up at him. God, what he would do to see that smile every chance he could get.

• “What brings you here stranger.” You giggled, patting the empty spot on your bed. Taking your offer, he sat down on the bed, getting himself comfortable. “I suppose you’ve seen the news lately. It’s - it’s getting to me Y/n” he started, opening his heart to you.

• Running a hand over his head, he looked over at you, not wanting to break away from your orbs. “I train hard. I fight. I bruise. I have nearly died many times for these people. I don’t feel like a hero. Somehow they’ve made me think I’m just like other criminals. They protest about mine and my brothers presence in the NYPD. They scream ‘Freaks’, ‘Monsters’, anything they can to get a reaction from us. I try not to let it get to me. I’m a leader for Christ sake. And I see you, you act more like me when you’re out with us. You don’t let it get to you. How?”

• “I know how you feel Leo. I’ve been in your shoes before, ya know. High school was rough. I was thrown around, beaten, tossed in the damn garbage. They all laughed at my misery, the very misery they created, formed until it consumed me. Over time, I learned, it’s not me that was wrong, but them. Like those people out there.” Gesturing to the window, people walking down the street with no care in the world. “The very same people love to see your misery. If you give them what they want, they won. Learn to let things go Leo, let their actions, words, roll off of your shell and turn to goo. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

• “I think so.” The terrapin murmured, taking in your words. “Leo?” You asked, laying a hand on his chest, catching his attention. “Hmm?” Leaning up, giving the turtle a small peck, cuddling up to the large mutant. “I love you.” Wrapping his arms around your small frame, he hurried his face deep into your hair. “I love you too.”

[xtreklx]

Low ~ Raphael x reader

One-shot: bayverse Raphael x reader Word count: 3.7k Warnings: cursing, mature themes, and slight NSFW, so this one is rated 18+ (minors DNI, see my masterlist for disclaimer) A/N: holy Toledo this one's a doozy. I've been working on it for a while, and it's def one of my favorite things I've written so far (at least, for now..). loosely based on the song Low by SZA, and lyrics are included in the text where I see fit. also I added color-coded dialogue for funsies. thank you guys for all the love on my stuff, and I hope you enjoy :)

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As a young, blossoming adult, your life so far has been overall steady. It staggers here and there, of course: moving in waves as life often does. But for the most part, it is everlasting mundanity. Your early twenties are supposed to be where it begins to roar; when you obtain the dizzying adrenaline and overwhelming fear of free will. Empty wallets, fleeting romances, broken hearts, anxiety, love, hurt. These emotions are meant to be felt, and life is not lived without them.

So, as life would have it, your steady mundanity was indeed set ablaze in your early twenties, when you fell in love with someone you had originally thought you hated.

Some might call that cliché. But, in actuality, not quite.

You had been friends with the mutant ninja turtles for years, ever since they saved New York City from the infamous Kraang attack of 2016. Your father was a police officer, and you had all met at the post-battle award ceremony and celebration. You and the turtles were 17 at the time, and you saw them repeatedly after that as they continued to work with the NYPD. Over time, you grew to become the friends you were now.

Well, not all of you. From your first encounter with the brawny brother in red, you discovered that he had quite the knack for pushing your buttons. While Leonardo, Michelangelo, and Donatello became some of your closest friends in the world, Raphael did everything he could to block you out. He was argumentative, temperamental, and unpredictable. You two could fight about anything: what kind of toppings to put on pizza, DC vs. Marvel, song or movie choice, even knitting patterns. The two of you were always bickering, always finding some way to make a snide comment or butt heads about something.  You couldn't stand him, and the feeling was very obviously mutual. 

On the topic of heads: flash forward five years later, when it finally came to one. You had been spending a lot more time with your turtle friends after finishing off your online degree program. While you were happy this was the case, the tension between you and Raphael seemed to be growing the more often you were around.

One day, the guys had gone out on their regularly scheduled patrol, with Raph staying behind because of a particularly nasty fight with Leo. You were waiting in the lair for them to return so that you could have your weekly movie night, but you were growing bored, and Master Splinter was nowhere to be found. Thus, you made the difficult decision to go bother Raph as he worked out in the dojo. 

When he saw you approaching his bench, he groaned through a rep, his eyes rolling back into his head. "What do ya want, shortstack?" He grumbled as he continued to bench press his barbell, the veins in his big, green arms flaring with each movement. 

You crossed your arms over your chest and huffed. "Save it, meat head. The more entertaining members of this family are gone, so I'm stuck here with you and nothing else to do. So..." You paused for a moment, watching as a scowl grew on his face while he continued his reps. "Do you want a spot.. or something?"

Raphael let out a breathy laugh as he set the barbell down back onto the stand. "Easy, tiger," He spoke as he sat up on his bench, side-eyeing you. "Even if you could lift this bar, I sure as shit ain't letting ya spot me. You'd purposefully drop it on my head before I could even bat my eyes at ya."

Your arms uncrossed and your hands went to your hips as you took a step closer to the red-masked brute. "Pssh, like I'd ever let you bat your eyes at me. I'd gouge out my own eyeballs before that could happen."

He scoffed up at you as he began to unwrap the bandages on his hands, which had been protecting his calluses from the aggressive texture of the metal bar. "Gee, yer a real charmer, aren't ya?" he questioned sarcastically, slightly under his breath. "Must be why you gotta line of men falling at your feet. Someone's gotta tame the tiger."

The dig at your love life (or rather, lack of one) made your face heat up, and you clenched your fists at your sides, taking another step closer to the brute. After all these years of bickering and insults, you were finally nearing your limit. "God, I try to be civil with you for one single day and you're a total asshole for no reason. What's your damage, Raph?"

Raphael whipped his head to you, the bandages he had just finished unwrapping long forgotten as he tossed them to the floor. He stood up from his bench as he spoke, taking a step towards you. "Ain't that easy. Yer my damage, sweetheart. Always have been, always will be."

"Oh, yeah?" You two stood not even a foot apart, and you were glaring up at him with the most intimidating look you could muster. "And just what exactly is your problem with me?" You could feel your heart rate increasing from the growing tension in the room. The air surrounding you felt like it had been injected with adrenaline, and you felt your temperature rising by the second. "Another easy one," Raph growled, looming over you. "You annoy the shit outta me, and ya never know when to shut yer goddamn mouth."

Your rage was increasing by the second, and by the fumes you felt radiating off of his mutant green form, you could say the same for the turtle in red. You were practically pressed against each other, him with a scowl on his face and you with a fire in your eyes. Your chest puffed up, and the words were out of your mouth before you could have a second thought.

"I bet you'd like to make me, wouldn't ya?"

It was silent after that. After quickly thinking it over, you almost gasped aloud at the implications of your words. The eye contact changed from a heated stare battle to his hazel eyes dominating, searching yours. You had been feeling very confident up until this moment, but that sentence alone caused the confidence to wither away, confusion at yourself taking its place. What the fuck did I just say?

Raphael's snarl had changed into a look of surprise. Confusion. And then back to anger.

With a frustrated grunt, he grabbed your waist and smashed his lips to yours. 

And that was the kerosene to the match that set your young adult life ablaze. 

The kiss was all burning rage, gory passion. It was tongues brushing and teeth clashing and a harsh grip on your waist and an even harsher grip on the tough, scaled skin of his shoulders. It was embers and flames and then the roar of a forest fire.  

You couldn't help the sounds that the kiss drew from deep within your chest. You didn't know how or why, but your soft lips fit oh so perfectly against his rough, scarred ones. Your mouths moved together in a harmonious rhythm despite the chaos, even as he gripped you by your thighs and carried you to his bedroom, as if you had practiced this a hundred times before. It felt like second nature to kiss Raphael, even though this was your first time doing so.

And you hated that you felt that way. 

What followed could, in no universe, be described as love-making. It was desperate and reckless ecstasy, a steaming release of the fury and tension you had been feeling towards one another for all these years. It could be seen in the way your nails clawed at his tough skin, in the way he pounded himself in and out of you, in the way your needy moans synchronized with his low grunts, in the way you clenched ever so tightly around him as he filled you with himself; it was aggressive, rough, almost mean.

You and Raph stilled for a moment after it was all over, breathing heavily and not saying a word, when you suddenly heard commotion coming from the living room. You made eye contact quickly, eyes widened, before scrambling to get dressed and cleaned up. You scurried out of his room and into the hallway, making it look to the returning brothers like you had been merely using the bathroom. And neither one of you spoke of it.

If you see me out in public, you don't know me, keep it silent In the bedroom, I be screamin', but outside, I keep it quiet Keep it on lowski, I'm the lowest of the lowest Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody know shit

The months that followed held similar tales of hidden passion. You and Raph never outright discussed what was transpiring, but assumed the unspoken rule of not mentioning it to his brothers. You continued to hang out with them when you could; on movie nights, you told them that you liked to wait in the lair for them to return from patrol so that you could eat all the popcorn without them. If Raphael stayed back from patrol, you snuck into his room or the dojo with a sarcastic remark and a smug look to annoy him to the point of 'teaching you a lesson'. If one of you was feeling particularly desperate to let off some steam, he would sneak out to your apartment on their nights off, telling his brothers that he was going to go get some air to 'clear his mind'. No matter what time he called or texted, you answered. It was almost like an addiction; you couldn't get enough of each other, and you couldn't deny how the other was able to satisfy you perfectly. 

You know how to reach me every time and it plays in your mind With a rush that feels like we committin' a crime You know where you belong, I'm gon' save you a spot But we can't be outside 'cause the block is too hot And I'm all on your mind...

At first, as stubborn as you both were, you kept up your gig of hating each other, despite the passion you were displaying. Between kisses and within sexual acts, your bickering continued relentlessly. "Wow, ya didn't even wear panties today. Gettin' desperate, are we?" "By the looks of your crotch right now, I don't think I'm the desperate one, dumbass." "Ya better watch yer fuckin' mouth." "Why, Red? Can't handle the heat?" "Oh, I'm boutta show ya heat, sweetheart." 

It was a balancing act, both of you trying not to break face and show the other how much you were enjoying these rendezvous of yours. Pride is a crazy thing, however, and as the situation went on, it began to manifest itself in other ways. 

Raphael was the one to start it, about a month into the endeavor. He couldn't help himself; after a day of arguing with Leo and feeling like a disappointment, he sought you out to release his frustrations. And the way you looked writhing and whining above him (as he munched like his life depended on it) had him feeling real smug. His hazel eyes watched you as he worked, the liquid gold shining with mischief. When he came up for air, his hands still keeping busy, the pride emerged.

"Anyone else make ya feel like this, doll?" He asked, his low voice scraping your ears like gravel, a dark smirk spreading across his face. "Tell me. Can anyone else make ya feel this good?" You had rolled your eyes and scoffed in the moment, but couldn't help the moans that continued to emerge from your mouth at his actions, clenching the sheets beneath you. He saw your bratty behavior and abruptly halted his movement, holding your hips still so that you were trapped. "Answer the damn question, or I'm stoppin'." You squirmed for a moment, whining, but your need had consumed you like a demon. "No!" You yelped. "No one else makes me feel this good, Raph! No one else makes me feel like you do! Please don't stop, please!" You wouldn't have called it begging after the fact, but he most certainly did. 

After that, something shifted. Sure, your sessions were still utilized for tension release, but there was more of a possession between you two than there had been before. The two of you were hanging out more often than you ever had. The bickering lessened, and in its place was validation, need, and your names on each others' lips. The contact grew more tender, and the conversations afterwards were more joke-y and only held friendly fire.

"So... do ya wanna put on that movie you were tellin' me about the other day?" "Wow, you wanna watch a movie with me? You must reallyyyyyyy enjoy spending time with me, Red~" "To be honest, I'm not here for you, I'm just here for the take out I know yer gonna end up orderin' later." "I love this hot n cold thing we have going on here. It's really turning me on." "Yer such a fuckin' goofball."

Between the two of you grew a mutual respect, an understanding, a cooperation: a love.

You found yourself thinking of things you wanted to tell Raph about when he wasn't around, and craving his input when you sought him out for advice. You yearned for the sound of his gruff voice and his blunt choice of words that always made you laugh or eased your mind. He found himself longing for the random questions you asked him or the jokes you'd regularly crack (whether they were funny or not) and the angelic sound of your laughter. Neither of you told the other about these feelings you were having, but they continued to develop on both sides.

Raphael found himself pondering these feelings one day while hitting the bag in the dojo, growing frustrated with himself. You had been in the lair hanging out with his brothers, and he continued his workout routine in the interest of being discreet, but he longed for nothing more than to hang out with you. To just be with you like his brothers were right now.

Of course, a particular brother in blue was bothering him more than normal. Leo was closer to you today than he normally was: giving you long hugs, sitting close to you on the couch, making you laugh with his idiotic jokes. Raph scoffed as he heard your laugh from the living room now, throwing an extra aggressive jab. What did Leo know, anyway? He'd bet that he could make you laugh twice as hard. He stopped, annoyed with himself for being so worked up, and stepped away to grab a towel and some water. 

As he made his way over to the mini fridge to grab a bottle, he was surprised to see you making your way over to him. Normally, on nights like these, he didn't expect anything from you besides your staged bickering until his brothers went to sleep or you went back to your apartment. You had a playful smile on your face as you approached the mini fridge, a message in your eyes that he couldn't quite make out, but goddamn he knew they were trying to say something to him.

"Hey, big guy. Leo sent me to grab some water," you looked up at him as you spoke, the smirk still on your face. And all the hope that Raph had felt in that moment dissipated, like popping a balloon. He scoffed at you, rolling his eyes before grabbing a water bottle and walking away. 

"Wait, woah. What's the matter?" He heard you ask from behind him, confused. He shook his head as he walked. "Nothin's the matter," He spoke slightly under his breath, but you could still hear him. "Why don't ya just go back to Leo? You're all over him, anyway."

He heard your footsteps as you followed him over to his bench. "Hold up, do you have a problem with me hanging out with your brother?" Raph couldn't make eye contact as he turned around to face you, so he looked down at the ground and huffed, eye ridges furrowed.  "Well, ya know me, and I don't like ta share. So if you're gonna hang out with him like that, then go ahead." 

"And just what would you be sharing?" You stood your ground a couple of feet in front of him, arms crossing at your chest and a determined glint in your eye. "Be straight with me, Raph, 'cause it's time we talked about this. What's going on between us?" He let out a grunt, shocked at your sudden confrontation, but still refusing to make eye contact. "Obviously nothin', if yer gonna go hang with Leo like that."

You inhaled, trying to maintain your patience. From the proximity you now held with the turtle in red, you knew you wouldn't get anywhere by fighting back. "Let me rephrase that. What do you want to be going on between us?" Raph moved to turn away from you, huffing again. "I don't know! Geez!" He exclaimed, before you grabbed his large bicep. He faced you, his massive form towering over your frame as you stepped close to him. He finally looked into your eyes, and saw nothing but a genuine question. No teasing, no tormenting, just a silent plead.

"Hey, talk to me, Red. It's just me." You smiled softly, begging eyes searching his liquid gold ones for something, anything, to grab onto and run with. He let you for a moment, before looking down at the ground again, growing more and more frustrated with himself. He took a deep breath, and kept his gaze on the floor as he spoke. 

"...I'm not very good with words, ya know that." He paused for a moment, making quick eye contact with you before looking back to the floor. "But I just... I like how this is goin'. How we're goin'... I like us together. I like bein' with ya, Y/N, and I just wanna do that without any of the other shit. I..." He stopped again, taking another deep breath. "I want to be with ya for real. And I'm sorry if I messed this up and that's not what ya want--" 

"I want that, too, Raph," You cut him off with a rising smile on your face, not being able to wait any longer. "That's all I've been wanting to be honest. I should have mentioned it earlier." Raph returned his eyes up to your face, shock gracing his expression. "Wait, so yer not into Leo?" He questioned, slightly caught off guard. You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove. "No dumbass, I'm into you." He watched your smile grow into a beam, silent, before a smile began to grow on his face as well. 

"God, finally," a voice exclaimed before Leo came out from behind the entrance of the dojo, walking up to the two of you. "It took you guys long enough. Even I was getting impatient." "Thanks buddy," you said to him, smiling as you guys bumped fists. Raphael watched the exchange, confused. "Wait... what?" He asked gruffly, eyes flicking between you and his brother. "You knew... about.. us?"

"Dude, we've all known for a while." Mikey shouted from the living room. Donnie walked past the entrance of the dojo and paused, a newly filled cup of coffee in his hand. "Yeah, you guys aren't exactly the most discrete," he said, before continuing his stroll back to his lab. Leo chuckled before turning back to his brother. 

"I was tired of watching you guys sneak around, so I finally confronted Y/N about it last week, and she spilled the beans on how she felt about you. Something told me you felt the same way, call it a brotherly instinct. Or maybe it was all the times you not-so-secretly snuck off to her apartment." He gave his muscly brother a playful punch to the bicep. "So pardon me for playing matchmaker a little bit."

You took a step closer to Raph, hugging yourself around one of his arms and looking up at him through your lashes. "Yeah, I mayyyyyyy have gotten impatient and recruited Leo to help me move things along. That's why we were all cuddly today. But you don't mind, right?" You jokingly pressed him, batting your eyelashes. 

He rolled his eyes at you and scoffed, removing you from his arm, but wrapped his arms around your waist instead of pushing you away. He pulled you from his side to his front, turning you to completely face him and ignoring his older brother present in the room. "Yeah, I guess it's fine or whateva," he fake-sighed, bringing you close to his plastron and leaning in toward you. You, too, leaned in, your arms reaching up to wrap around his neck. 

"Okay, at least wait until I'm out of the room to start sucking face," Leo commented, turning around and booking it out of the dojo. The two of you turned your heads to watch him leave before facing each other again, glowing smiles on your faces. 

"So... I guess I tamed the tiger, huh?" He teased gruffly, nudging his snout into your cheek. You giggled, a mischievous glint reaching your eyes. "Who said anything about tame?" You teased back, playing with the ends of his blood red mask.

"That's my girl," he murmured, before smashing his lips into yours.

[yorshie]

Mistaken Identity

Bayverse TMNT

Raphael x fem reader

Set in 2023 (turtles 22 ish)

Summary/warnings : SFW-ish other than bedshare, finding your way into Raph’s bed when you spent the night below ground was nothing new, but you hadn’t realized Mikey still snuck into his bigger brother’s bed when he would wake from nightmares.

For @jackalope-in-a-storm

“Hey, babygirl,” A soft touch, the pad of a large finger tracing over the curve of your brow, and you frowned, wiggled away from the digit trying to coax you into waking up. 

A long sigh, a huff of amusement. “C’mon, then.” Arms, large, solid, sliding under your knees, the curve of your back. 

You grumbled, protesting the movement.

“Just gettin you to someplace more comfortable, sweetheart.”

You could tell it was Raph now, close enough to the surface to tiredly pet at his plastron, snuggle into the curve of his shoulder.

He carried you through the Lair, and without looking you knew you were heading to his room. The light grew dimmer, the sounds dropped off, the hum of machinery and Donnie tinkering in the background getting dimmer until you felt Raph kick his door shut, and the silence thickened comfortably.

This wasn’t anything new. Long before you two had stopped fighting the way you gravitated towards one another, he’d offered his bed. Anytime you’d stayed the night, whether you were there to hang out with him or another of his brothers, you’d always find your way into his room. He used to say his was the only bed wide enough to hold you both without the fear of you getting squished in the middle of the night, but you suspected that was a lie after helping Donnie find a flash drive that had fallen behind a bolted cabinet in his room and had seen the custom ordered mattress to fit his frame.

You mumbled sleepily when he tucked you into the blankets, hands sliding down the muscles of his arms as he moved away. You knew he was tapping the touch activated lamp on his bedside table when the warm glow on the back of your eyelids dimmed, and you rolled easily towards his weight when the bed dipped under it. 

“G’night,” he rumbled when you slotted yourself against him, one arm sliding around your waist as he laid out on his stomach. You breathed out against his shoulder, hooked a leg over his hip and under the ridge of his shell, and mumbled something of the same effect back at him.

The soft exhale of amusement through his nose followed you into sleep.

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You woke up hot, stifling, the press of skin sweaty against your cheek. You gave an irritated grumble, slowly shifting, trying to figure out how to move out from under the blanket without waking Raph or moving away from the comforting press of him. 

Sometime in the night, you must have switched places, because you were rolled over, his arm still a heavy weight over your waist, but now you were pressed against his chest, your leg decidedly hitched higher over his waist and shell. 

Raph’s hand softly smoothing over the jut of your hip as you shifted a little closer was the first point of disquiet in your mind, the suspicion growing as the large palm whispered over your back as it fell away.

The second point, the one you couldn’t ignore for the sleep still tugging at your mind, was the rumble that came from the plastron you were pressed against.

It wasn’t the all encompassing shake you were used to. 

You eyes fought to open, blinked doggedly until you could see the width of the shoulders in front of you, your hand tucked between your body tracing the M right above his waist until the letter jarred through your sleepy mind and you all but jerked out of Michelangelo’s space.

Your back hit the edge of Raph’s shell, that crack he was always careful to keep you away from scraping across your skin as you let out a loud hiss, all but shoving yourself under him in an effort to hide.

He woke with a loud snort, muscles tensing, reflexes and instincts blaring online as he smelt blood and felt you all but shoving his arm up to tuck half under his chest.

He tightened his hold, arm flexing to provide a barrier for your soft spots, as he quickly looked for threats. Finding nothing immediate, his eyes passed over his little brother twice before his gaze tripped up on his form, realizing what he was seeing.

He sighed, starting to relax, until he took another deep breath, and his head snapped down to look at you.

“You’re bleeding.” His voice sounded like far off thunder, rumbled and fried with sleep, but you only shoved yourself against him harder, feet tucking under his thigh as you pulled all your limbs in under his shadow.

“Babygirl?” He asked, wondering why you were so spooked, letting his arm lower to wrap around the soft warmth of your stomach.

“I didn’t- didn’t know it was him.” You breathed out, not meeting his gaze, and in a flash he realized it was guilt he heard, smelt with the trickle of fear and blood.

There were several ways to take that statement. There had been a time or two, after the initial attack on the Lair, where Raph had woke up and mistaken who was next to him before he could ferret out a scent. Eyeing his little brother though, the cacophony of scents opened up a new prospect.

Raph snorted, tightened his hold on you, and turned on his side just far enough to flick Mikey between the eyes hard with his other hand. “Hey, wake up, numb nuts.”

His little brother snorted, whined, hand coming up to press against his head. “Ow, god! Raph, why?”

“You had a nightmare?”

“Sheesh, yea?” Michelangelo squinted, mouth pulled up in pain, the expression dropping as he took in Raph’s protective stance and the pair of eyes peeking out under his arm. “Oh, oops.”

“Yeah, Oops is right, idiot.” Raph groused, a flicker of real heat in his words. “You wanna snuggle with someone, get your own girlfriend.”

He could feel the shiver that worked through you at the sound of his grouse, and he turned a raised ridge in your direction, noticing you still couldn’t quite meet his gaze despite the fact you were holding his splayed hand against your stomach.

“Ok, move over.” He took charge, all but shoved Mikey further across the bed, using his free arm to rise over you, tilting his hips to clear your legs before dropping down heavily, shell creating a barrier between you two. “There, now no one touches someone they shouldn’t.”

Michelangelo rolled over, scooted backwards until he bucked up against Raph’s shell, jostling them all in the process. Raph retaliated with a thrown elbow, satisfied with the pained grunt the smaller brother let out before he turned to you, taking care to roll you over and inspect the line of red against your lower back.

“It’s already stopped bleeding.” You said, rolled out from under his hand, causing him to frown. 

He tugged you back, up against him, voice pitched low, soothing, careful with his rumble with his brother at his back. “It’s ok, baby. I’ll kick his ass later during training.”

He knew he was a hothead, knew that at some point you’d probably realized jealousy would rear its ugly head, but Michelangelo had been sneaking into his room for years, a leftover way of seeking comfort after spending their teenage years in bunk beds. “Mikey may be dumb, but I know you ain’t.” 

You snorted into his plastron, rubbing your cheek to find a comfortable angle with the space he allowed, and he took the chance, let out a soft churr to reassure you he wasn’t angry, that it’d take more than an accidental cuddling with his brother to put even a chink into the hold you had on his heart.

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Later that day, when he slammed Mikey down in the middle of grapple training with a low growl, he met his little brother’s eyes, and knew without words that in the future Mikey would be more careful about which side of the bed he slid into when a nightmare hit.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Random Facts About Minerva

Bayverse!Raphael x reader

All Children Joan

A/N: A different type of middle child I guess, lol. Jokes aside, I adore this girl❤️

Warnings: Mentioning of childhood anxiety.

Following the theme of strong warriors, you and Raph decided to name your second born Minerva. Minerva being the Latin name for the Greek goddess of strategic war, Athena. But just like many of her cousins, she was often referred to by her nickname - Mini.

Mini had nothing against the name Minerva, it’s just that she sometimes forgot that that is her name. She’s so used to being called Mini, that she almost doesn’t notice when someone calls her Minerva. Each time she would suddenly sit up in realization with a; “oh shit, that’s me!”

Though named after a goddess of war, Minerva wasn’t that much of a feral fighter. Actually, she struggled a lot with anxiety throughout her childhood, especially separation anxiety. She shared a strong bond with her father, but sadly, for the first four years of Mini’s life, she was pretty much glued to Raph’s side, and would scream and cry like she was in danger, whenever Raph had to leave for patrol.

Mini did also suffer from frequent nightmares, all the way up to her late teens. As she grew older, she learned how to handle them, sharing them with you, Raph and her siblings in the morning. But as a toddler it was pretty bad. Mini would often come to you and Raph at night with tears in her eyes, having had yet another horrible nightmare, and only able feel safe in her father’s strong arms, with at least one of her small hands wrapped around your hand.

However, Mini would learn of ways to soothe herself and calm her anxiety, one of them being knitting. Just like Raph once took up knitting to calm his anger, Mini would start knitting in order to calm her anxiety. That had resulted in many blankets, along with new knitted gifts for the whole family.

At the age of 15, Mini was gifted a weapon from Master Splinter, or in Mini’s case - a pair of weapons. She was given two tanto knives, which she immediately took a liking to. Not only had it been her preferable weapon while training, but Splinter thought they suited her well. The nature of tanto knives would force Mini into close range combat, something he hoped would make her more confident.

Just like Mini looked up to Raph, she also looked up to her older sister. She was a bit timid when it came to punching a punching bag, but she did enjoy sitting around and watching Raph and Joan go at it. It wasn’t until her teen years that she decided to give it a try, with Raph and Joan understanding what emotional importance this moment had for Mini, encouraging and supporting her every step of the way.

Mini is very much a hugger. She likes hugging, and it is something she does, no matter if she was sad or happy. But she is very aware that some of her family members - siblings, cousins, uncles or aunts - weren't too happy about being hugged out of nowhere, so she will always ask first.

Mini eating cheese, drinking a milkshake, eating mac'n'cheese, or ice cream? No way. She’s incredibly lactose intolerant. Her cousin Marcello may have a minor intolerance to lactose, but Mini just can’t have any. Don’t even try to give her any, it WILL end badly, and she is very aware of it herself.