#well uh just Raph’s hand

[karmacomesaround]

Uhhhbvegdhf DOODLES WITH CRAYON

@kraang5

[nordidia]

having a very rough night so raph doodles needed to be made

when in need, mash two interests together

[kathaynesart]

REPLICA PLAYLIST

MUSIC UNDER CUT

I have been receiving requests for any songs that inspired Replica, so here, have my personal playlist. Sorry it’s not Spotify/Soundcloud but they don’t have some of these songs available so uh… guess you’re stuck with YouTube vids. For fun I'll include my personal titles for them (which might give a few hints of what to expect in the future/end).

Replica Main Theme - “Die for You” by Grabbitz Like Father Like Son Like Brother (Omega and Shelldon) - "As Above So Below" by Alistair Lindsay Mikey's Theme / The 1st Vision - "Suzume no Tojimari" by Nanoka Hara Military (Mad) Dogs / Central Park Colony - "Imperium" by Madeon Shanghai - "Icarus" by Madeon Boom Goes the Donnie-mite (Mikey/Donnie vs the Sweeper) - "The Red Zone" by Mitsuoto Suzuki The Day the Sky Bled Red - "7 Seconds Till the End" by Nobuo Uematsu Going Out Like a Boss (Raph and Leo) - "Agape" by Nicholas Britell Remembering the Right Way (Mikey and Leo) - "The Souls of Many" - by Alistair Lindsay Mystic Hands / The 2nd Vision - "Am I Dreaming" by Metro Boomin x A$AP Book 2 Trailer - "Sea Dragon" by Covet 7 Years Later - "Iron" by Woodkid Leo's Theme / Attack on the Labor Camp - "Ego Death" by Polyphia Omega's Theme - "Touch" by Daft Punk Flat Lines (Omega Alone) - "Die Toteninsel Emptiness" by 1000 Eyes Spear - "Monsters" by Tommee Profitt Final Protocol - "The Kraken" by Katie Dey Rise / Epilogue - "Close in the Distance" by Masayoshi Soken & Tom Mills

I will admit, it's a little embarrassing since you can easily see the patterns of what I've been listening to for the past year or two. I swear I listen to more than just videogame OSTs, these songs just jive well with the story and I often find lyrics distracting when brainstorming scenes. Regardless, the music I listen to is such an important part of my creative process and some of these songs really defined the scenes I now have locked in my head. So I figured it was only fair to give them the credit they're due.

I will continue to add to this playlist, and will note in comic updates when one of these songs is applicable!

[ju1cyfru1t]

no thoughts only rise donnie being soft for his s/o 😭😭😭

any soft/affectionate donnie hcs please 🤲

HEHEHEHEHHEHEEEHEHHEHWHWHH

Rise! Donatello x reader

Soft Donnie hcs 🥹

fluff:D gn reader, romantic

not proofread

My baby :(

- Donnie makes you gifts all the time! It’s one of his ways of saying he loves you since he’s not too experienced with this whole feelings stuff. He also just loves to see you get excited over something that he made.

- will help fix the little things for you! (that maybe he wouldn’t do for others djjdjdkdkd) Your computer isn’t working? Give him 5 minutes and it’s working just fine. Leo’s phone is bugging? He can wait, Donnie is a busy man after all.

- Someone knocks over his staff?! …oh it was you? well, accidents happen I suppose.

- Will absolutely brag about anything he helps you with, it makes him feel good. You could have asked someone else, but you asked him. Not Raph, not Mikey, and why the hell would you ask Leo? (JK I LOVE HIM😭)

- Does NOT let his brothers (mostly Leo) drag you into their tomfoolery if it’s dangerous. (Long story; you got portal-ed to New Jersey one time *COUGH*LEO*COUGH*)

- Fairly confident, he knows you love him and he loves you. Heartfelt and vulnerable moments just aren’t his thing, so when they do happen you know he really means it because he’s doing it just for you.

- you have your very own special seat in the turtle tank <3

- definitely the type to remember all of your favorite things (snacks, drinks, movies, anything)

- you’re basically Shelldon’s other parent and he treats you as such. -> “Do not talk to your mother that way, young man! I mean, uh, Y/N! don’t tal- HOLD ON-“

- will talk to you for hours and hours about new projects he’s started or wants to start and is really, really excited that you care about his interests. (Two reallys)

- would NEVER admit it to anyone but really likes to hold you entirely or just your hand, especially while he talks to you ^lectures

- probably needs a few visits with Dr.Feelings (Mikey thinks you guys are so cute)

- would kick his brothers out and only allows you in his lab if he’s really busy and into working on something. would gladly let you assist him if you pinky promise to be really careful, but doesn’t trust anyone else around his precious tech.

- sitting in his lap??? while he works??? I think so.

- Wants to watch all of his favorite Jupiter Jim movies with you! + Would show you all of his favorite games and comics. Might even actually let you borrow one or two if you swear they will return to him in mint condition.

- 100% denies it if anyone (fucking LEO) were to ever point out your special privileges even though he knows it’s true and you most definitely do. He just wants to avoid the teasing if he can.

- But it’s inevitable (*COUGH*LEO)

- it’s not that he’s embarrassed, he just isn’t used to that kind of relationship and he really appreciates your understanding, even if he doesn’t say it.

- when you cuddle he likes to lay his head on your chest, it’s the most comfortable for him. esp if you give VERY gentle shell scritches

- I REPEAT, GIFT GIVING. TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIS GIFTS, HE MELTS.

- hide all of your purple clothing bro

-“your sweater? the gorgeous, perfect, dazzling purple one? …haven’t seen it.”

- would call you “darling” or “dear/dearest” when he feels like it

- overall, very whipped 👍 very sweet silly boy :(

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo frowns at his phone.

Or more specifically, at the test on his phone.

Around him, he hears the sound of his brothers tapping their own devices, much faster than he is. Looking up just makes Leo feel worse about his own progress - or lack-thereof.

Mikey’s the fastest, speeding through the test like nobody’s business. He’d been the one to make them all do this stupid test in the first place, so it makes sense that he’s having a blast.

Raph’s slower than Mikey is, but he’s still clearly answering the questions at a steady pace. Sometimes he looks unsure, but he powers through anyway.

Donnie often looks frustrated, which relieves Leo somewhat because at least someone is struggling like him. But that “struggle” isn’t nearly as big as his own, considering that Donnie is answering about as fast as Raph is.

Leo turns his gaze back down to his own test. He’s still near the beginning, he thinks.

He’d put the same answer for the past seven questions - the middle of the road answer, neither a “yes” or a “no.” Then, whenever he does come across one that is more one direction than the other, he second guesses himself and restarts the test!

Sure, there are a few he could definitely give a yes or a no to, but…never the “strongly agree” or “strongly disagree” that the test seemed to want from him.

He eyes his twin sitting nearby, the softshell absorbed in the test. Maybe Leo should copy what Donnie put for some of these…

“DONE!” Mikey’s shout makes Leo freeze in place just as he started to lean over.

“What?” Donnie squawks, “No way you’re already finished, you must’ve been cheating!”

“It’s a personality test, Dee!” Mikey stuck his tongue out, “You can’t cheat at those!”

…

Leo settles back into his seat.

Ignoring Donnie’s mutterings about how it was “just because it’s not an academic test” that he didn’t finish first, Raph smiles encouragingly at Mikey.

“Hey, good job! So what’d you get, Mike?”

Mikey looks back down at his test, reading aloud, “Says that I got the “Campaigner”!”

“What’s that mean?” Leo asks, his phone screen going dark.

“Apparently, I’m an “enthusiastic, creative, and sociable free-spirit”.” Mikey reads, smiling at them, “You think it fits?”

“Oh, to a T, bro!” Leo laughs, giving Mikey a thumbs up, making Mikey’s smile grow larger.

Inside, Leo was feeling a lot more mixed about this. He has no idea how Mikey knew himself so well. Maybe Donnie was right and Mikey did cheat, because how could he answer those questions so easily?

Leo’s phone burns in his hand. He keeps it locked.

“Wow, that really is you.” Raph says, his eyes flitting back and forth between his own test and Mikey, “Do you think it fits?”

“I guess? It’s fun to see at least!” Mikey shrugs with a grin.

“Hold on, I think…” Raph makes a noise of satisfaction, “Okay, done!”

“Sigh, now I’m relegated to the straggler group.” Donnie grumbles, his thumbs moving faster as he tries rushing through the questions.

“Ooh, what’d you get Raph?” Mikey asks, practically bouncing in curiosity.

“Says, uh…I got something called the “Consul”?” He squints his eyes to read more, “Uh, “caring, social, and community-minded.””

“Sounds about right to me.” Leo nods. Can’t be more “community-minded” than being a hero.

“Yeah, no one’s more caring than you, Raphie!” Mikey says, moving to lean across Raph’s shell.

“You do put the community in mind, that’s for sure.” Donnie states, not looking up.

Raph chuckles, a bit embarrassed, “Aw, thanks. It’s just some test, but it feels kinda good to hear that.”

Just a test. Right.

Leo unlocks his screen.

The test stares back at him.

Right. Okay. He can do this. He can.

The screen ends up going dark again.

Frustration builds up in Leo. Was he even halfway done with the test? At this rate, soon even Donnie will-

“FINISHED.”

Leo unlocks his phone.

“What’d you get, DonTon?” Leo asks as his thumb taps the top right of the screen.

Donnie puffs up proudly, a self sure grin on his face, “I got the result “Logician” which states that I, obviously, am an “innovative inventor with a thirst for knowledge.” Truly could not have described me better, if I do say so myself.”

“It is pretty accurate.” Raph agrees with a nod, “Even calls you an inventor, so extra accurate.”

“Super accurate.” Mikey jumps in, eyes shining.

“Yes, yes, almost like reading my own character synopsis.” Donnie’s grin had not dwindled since the word “innovative” had left his mouth.

Leo just nods along, eyes on his own screen as he skims the words. “Yeah, kinda creepy how close it got. Could have called you a nerd for extra accuracy, though.”

Donnie turns to him, eyes narrowing, “Have you even finished your test? I can think of a few words that’d describe you fairly well.”

“Test-y, huh?”

Before Donnie can strangle Leo, Raph cuts in.

“Ok, ok, calm it down, guys.” He rolls his eyes before turning to Leo. “But really, you’re not done yet?”

“Leo’s taking this self reflection seriously.” Mikey sports a faux intellectual expression as he gives a jokingly serious nod. “Maybe we all should’ve taken our time.”

“Says the one who sped through the whole thing in a record time.” Donnie mutters.

Leo waves them all off, “Nah, I finished it ages ago.”

He grins when Donnie immediately shoots him a suspicious glare. “Oh, you did, did you? Then what could you have possibly gotten, Nardo?”

“I’m glad you asked!” Leo clears his throat, “Neon Leon just so happens to be an “Entertainer.””

“Ah. That confirms it. This test is meaningless.” Donnie drones.

“Hey-“

“What’s an Entertainer like?” Mikey asks with a tilt of his head, still hanging off of Raph’s shell.

“Glad you asked, Miguel!” Leo exclaims, “It says that “life is never boring” around yours truly~”

He emphasizes this “result” of his by waving his phone with said “result” on screen.

It’s just an image he found of his chosen personality result, but they don’t need to know that.

Raph nods slowly, “Well, I guess that’s true…”

“”Never boring” is one way to put it.” Donnie hums.

“You are pretty fun, Leo!” Mikey says emphatically, because he’s great like that.

“Thank you, thank you, life of the party, right here.” Leo grins, pointing both thumbs at himself.

He’s careful not to go too overboard with it, or else it might tip someone off.

Not that it…really matters. It’s just a test. Like Raph said.

As the topic around him shifts to something else, jumping away from this brief activity as fast as any other among them, Leo finds himself unlocking his phone and pulling up the test again.

Unanswered questions stare at him. He knows what answers Lou Jitsu would pick. He knows what answers Jupiter Jim would pick. Hell, he knows exactly what answers his brothers would pick.

He doesn’t know what answers Leonardo would pick.

Leo stares at the test for a second longer, before he exits the site and throws himself into the conversation happening around him.

It’s just a stupid test, nothing to worry about.

Just a test…

[cyanhydrangea]

Loneliness [Bayverse TMNT x Reader]

[Friendship Fic]

Summary: You feel lonely for the lack of friends you have in school, but the presence of the turtle boys makes you forget about it

You sigh for what it seems like a hundred time.

It seems like scrolling through social medias was the worst decision you made for the past hour this night. All you ever found was the posts that shows your classmates and friends happily hanging out without you.

You wondered why they never asked you to hang out with them anymore, maybe because they think you were boring. They never actually get to be your close friend, but still, having lots of best friends and gets to brag about it to the world seems fun.

The realization that you never actually have a close friend at school makes you feel lonely.

Turning off your phone, you decided to play on sad songs and cry yourself to sleep.

That is, until you suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Angelcakes?"

You jolted awake from the sudden touch, but relaxed when you see who the culprit was.

"Mikey, you scared me!"

"Sorry, sorry"

Behind mikey, you can see there are also the rest of his brothers, Leo, Raph, and Donnie.

"Sorry [name], we knocked on your window but you didn't respond", the leader in blue explained their sudden presence in your room.

"Right, it's okay", you responded.

"[Name], were you...crying?", The turtles noticed but Donnie is the one who asked.

You didn't realized there were some tears left on your cheeks and you wiped them and said "uh...no?"

"You were, anyone we need to beat up?", Raph ready to throw fist on anyone that hurted you.

"No!" You cried.

"Then, why were you crying, angelcakes?", Mikey asked

A brief silence fell in the room as you didn't answer mikey's question immediately.

"I...don't want to talk about it, guys, sorry"

The four brothers looking at each other, concerned of your well-being.

"Don't worry guys, it's nothing serious, I promise"

The boys weren't convinced, but at least you promised them, and you never break your promises.

"Alright, but we're all ears if you need someone to listen to your problems, okay?" Leo assured you.

"Thank you"

"Well, we bring something that hopefully can cheer you up", Donnie handed you something.

"No way!" You can't believe they just brought you the Blu-ray of the movie you've been dying to watch.

"What are we waiting for!? Let's watch this right now!" You excitedly leave your room and go straight to your kitchen to fetch snacks.

Raph sets the movie on your TV and you guys watch it together

It was in the middle of the movie when you realized you should be grateful the turtle boys being your best friends despite not having one in school.

You might not be able to hang out with the turtle boys out in the sun, not be able to post pictures of you with them on social medias, not be able to brag about them to the world, but with them you don't feel lonely anymore.

#CyanHydrangea

Date Written: 09/01/2024

[normal-internet-user]

You need some Rise!Splinter, so here we go: Splinter finds out that their boys are in a relationship (with their own s/o, of course!) Aaaand... Goes into father mode. You know: wanting to know details, giving date advices, checking if their lover is "good enough" for his boys... Expect embarassment situation😆

OHMYGOD THE POTENTIALL

RISE SLINTER WHEN HE FINDS OUT HIS BOYS ARE DATING

Leo:

Splinter knows?

Fucking how???

He did his absolute best to keep Splinter in the dark because he knew this would happen-

Splinter had pulled him aside to have a talk.

Little did he know it was THE talk.

You know the one.

Leo was mortified.

After that, Splinter demanded to know all the "Juicy details." as he put it.

Uh, yeah no.

Oh my god when Splinter meets you Leo wants to crawl into the ground and die of embarrassment.

Why couldn't he ask normal questions like, "What are your hobbies?" or "How many siblings do you have?" No he had to ask if you ever planned to marry his son.

Both you and Leo did a doubke take and grew as red as tomatoes.

Then Splinter left, smiling and laughing.

Leo is 100% sure that Splinter just want to embarrass him.

Raph:

Actually, Splinter was the first to know when you guys start dating.

Unlike Leo, Raph felt it was important for his dad to know.

He wasn't however, expecting to sit with his dad for hours, while Splinter gave him dating advice.

Then of course, "And finally, I demand to meet the person who has your love. I must make sure they are good enough for you."

Raph was nervous as all hell the day you were set to meet the fam, before he left to get you, his brothers kept complaining about his fear stink.

Splinter gave you a quick once over, smiled, then flashed Raph a thumbs up.

"Good job." he said, then spent the rest of dinner getting to know you

*relief*

Donnie:

No,

Nononono

The utter embarrassment he feels at how his father is acting.

He is positivly mortified.

No, father, you are not getting details.

Have we kissed yet?

I am not telling you.

No you cannot meet them yet.

Why?

You know why.

When he does meet you, Donnie is terrified that Splinter will embarrass him.

And he does exactly that,

When Splinter see's you, it goes exactly like this, "Are you sure? You could do so much better."

"Father, that is incredibly rude. I love them-"

"I am not talking to you, I'm talking to them."

He then grabbed your hands and pulled you down to his level, "This entire family is crazy, get out while you still have the chance."

"DAD-"

Mikey:

I'm sorry what?

His youngest is dating?

No way, he's just a baby!

Wait, he's a teenager?

Oh.

WELL STILL-

The talk is unavoidable.

And Mikey is red for DAYS afterward.

Even then, he's really excited for you to meet his dad.

When Splinter meets you,

You are instantly his new favorite, already telling Mikey how he has to marry you, leaving the both of you blushy and embarrassed.

Whenever you visit now, Splinter is always in Mikey's line of sight, attrmpting to signal advice to his youngest.

It does not work.

....................................

Anon, you are 100% right. My blog is extremely lacking in rise Splinter. So here you go!

[pink-bandana-writes]

The Secret Girlfriend

Raphael x Reader

Summary: When the boys save a human girl from some muggers, they expect her to scream, not rush into their brother’s arms.

Note: Watching OotS rn and this popped into my head. Enjoy <3

Warnings: Canon-typical violence

Word Count: 0.4k

Reader is: Female

It was a seemingly ordinary night in New York City. Well, as normal as it could be for the guys when they were out on patrol. They swept the streets, looking for signs of trouble until, as usual, they found it. A scream erupted from one of the alleys and they sprung into action, jumping down from their spot on the rooftops.

A mugger. No, three of them and one helpless college girl, fighting them off as best as she could, which was to say, not very well.

“Hey! Why don’t’cha pick on someone yer own size?” Raph all but growled, causing the nearest of the muggers to back off, intimidated by his height and the depth of his voice alone. Leo, Donnie, and Mikey helped him scare off the other two easily, and when they were done, all that was left was you, the helpless, human girl.

Leo braced for impact. Any second, you’d catch sight of the monsters in the alley and scream. But instead of a scream, like the brothers were expecting, instead, recognition flashed across your features.

“Raph!” You sighed in relief, rushing into the arms of the towering turtle. You held onto him tight. “Oh my god.”

“(Y/N).” He cradled you against himself, a large hand stroking through your hair as he held you. “Ya alright? I didn’t realize it was you.”

“I’m okay.” You assured him, pulling away to look at his face. “Are you okay?”

He grinned, confident. “I’m bulletproof, babe. Of course I’m alright.”

“My very own Superman.” You murmured, hugging him again, face resting in the crook of his neck as your heartrate slowly returned to normal.

“Um…Raph?” Leo asked, clearing his throat. “Care to explain?”

“Oh right…” Raph chuckled, looking up at his brothers. “Guys, this is (Y/N). My girlfriend. (Y/N), these are my brothers.”

“Nice to meet you, finally.” You smiled, shy. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Raph, you…have a secret girlfriend?” Mikey asked. “No way!”

“Yeah, uh…I was gonna tell ya soon, I just…” He shrugged. “Needed the quiet for a bit.”

“Does Sensei know?” Leo asked, crossing his arms.

“Nah, but April does.” Raph shrugged.

“She’s really nice.” You added. “We get coffee sometimes.”

“You do?” Raph asked, looking down at you.

You nodded. “Mmhmm. We’re getting our nails done next week.”

Leo glanced around. “Hey we better get going.” He looked at you, still skeptical, but polite nonetheless. “You’re welcome to come with.”

“Can I?” You asked, looking up at Raph, stars sparkling in your eyes. “I’m…that was really scary. I’m kinda shaken up.”

“Yeah, of course, baby.” He nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Leo’s eyes widened. Never in his life had he seen his big brute of a brother so gentle. So you had him whipped, whipped.

“We can order pizza! We’ve got a bunch of movies and video games.” Mikey smiled, his face welcoming. “It’ll be alright, girl.”

“Thank you.” You laughed, nodding. “I’d really like that.”

Tagged: @thelaundrybitch, @turtle-babe83, @dilucsflame33, @happymoonangel, @leleouwu

[leohamatoblog]

More Boyfriend Headcanons: Raph Edition

• "ugh! i can't get this!" "what's wrong, babe?" "it's too heavy." "aww, why didn't you say so?"

• oh you want pancakes right now? chef raph is in the building

• your living room has become a second gym for him and it's totally fine with you

• pokes your side to get your attention all the time

• pouts when you yell at him for not being careful

• becomes a literal child if you ignore him when you're mad

• he's mad? you're darling now

• you're mad? his full name comes out and then he knows he messed up

• "uh why are ya sittin there? come sit'ere." *pats lap*

• "that's not y/n's blood, it's mine. i cut myself and never cleaned it up."

• "sweetheart i'm home!"

• "lemme bench you, i get to work out and have a nice view."

• you have a pet? it's now "our" pet to him

• likes to pester you by moving things around your kitchen so you can't find it

• tightens all the jars so he can open them for you

• will open your drink in front of you

• loves to carry you around for fun

• will cry if you start crying

• arm around you anytime he's next to you sitting or standing

• two words: thigh. grabber.

• so no communication after a fight? good luck getting your favorite wine off the very top of your cabinet without the chairs that suddenly came up missing

• spar with him, just do it

• he's secretly insecure about how he smells (cause reptile and sewer), so he follows your hygiene tips religiously

• you're in the wrong with another person? not in his eyes, he will die on the fact you were right

• doesn't mind baby treatment if it comes from you

• let him lay on your lap and vent

• will jump from rooftop to rooftop with you in his arms

• not the best cleaner but the effort is definitely there

• best listener

• no problem getting you tampons/pads if you get periods

• no problem helping you bind/tuck if you're transitioning

• you want to start working out? you're in a relationship with the right guy

• checks you out shamelessly

• you're in his way? you'll be airborne for a second and then you won't be

• overprotective but working on it, but by nature he's territorial (do with that what you will)

• acts like scary movies don't bother him so he looks tough to you (he's scared out of his mind)

• hardly ever raises his voice at you but sometimes it just happens

• constant back rubs and head scratches

• type to kiss the back of your hand

• doesn't snore but makes noises in his sleep

• tries very hard to keep his temper in check but he does get explosive at times. he doesn't mean to, but he'd never hurt you/lay a hand on you

• emotionally in tune with you to the point he knows you a bit too well

• you said 'i love you' first but he fell first

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

hello hii so uh. if youre taking requests can you make an nsfw 03 raph x fem!reader thingie?? with a little bit of submissive-ish raph if you dont mind:3

Good Boy (18+)

2003!Raphael x reader

A/N: Sure I can!❤️Even though it became a little more than a thingie, and I might have made him a bit more than just submissive-ish, as I got carried away, but I’m sure it’ll still work😂 Hope you enjoy!❤️

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You have long been wanting to switch the roles in the bedroom, and finally Raphael allows you to do so❤️

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Spelling, dom reader and sub Raph, oral - male receiving, a little bit handjob, dirty talk, using of the term “good boy” quite a lot, turtley anatomy, a little bit of stripping, teasing, unprotected sex, cowgirl, light choking, getting rougher towards the end, a lot of begging oboy, desperation?

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Your boyfriend had never really been the submissive type. It was just not natural for Raphael. He did not like when anybody told him what to do. Heck, he even clashed with his older brother, getting mad whenever Leonardo told him to do something. It was not that Raph did not want to do it, it was more the fact that someone had told him to. That just didn’t work for him.

And just like Raph didn’t like to take orders by his brothers, he did not like it in the bedroom. To put it simple; your boyfriend was very dominant during sex. Not that you complained, no, not at all. You loved your boyfriend, and you most definitely liked his rough side during sex. But as much as you liked being dominated by Raphael, you could not deny your curiosity for trying something else.

First time you brought up the topic of the two of you switching roles, Raph looked very displeased. With his arms crossed and an almost scolding frown on his face. It was a clear no.

The second time you brought up, Raph shut you the sharpest glare ever. Not happening.

The third time he just shot the conversation down before it could even start, knowing fully well what you wanted to ask him.

But the fourth time, he actually thought about it for a moment. He still told you no, but he actually thought about it. And he continued to think about it the day afterwards. And the day after that. And the day after that…

It took a week before Raph came to you, acting more tough than he ever had before, acting unbothered as he stretched his arms out above his head.

“I’ve been thinking, babe”, he started out, acting as if he didn’t see the smug smile spreading across your face. You already knew what he was going to say. “If ya really want ta try bein’ the dominant one in bed, I don’t see why I shouldn’ let ya do it one time”.

And that was the events that led to you and Raph making out on a mattress in his room late at night, once you were sure his family had gone to bed. You were straddling his hips, your pants long gone by now, leaving you in only your underwear and the shirt you had intended to sleep in, as you and Raph’s lips and tongues moved together, exploring the areas the two of you knew so well by now. Small hums escaped your connected lips, along with the wet sounds that came from your hungry kisses.

Raph did what he usually would do when the two of you were in a position like this; he would let his hands wander up your thighs, until they rested on your ass cheeks. From here he would usually rais one of his hands, before letting it fall back against your skin with a loud smack, causing you to jolt and moan against him, as he would start to roughly squish both your cheeks. But this time was different.

Raph let out a surprised sound against your lips, when he found his hands pinned by his head. It was as if he had forgotten your conversation earlier that day.

“Hey, that’s not fair, babe!”, he exclaimed, wiggling his wrists in your grip. “I was enjoyin’ myself there!”

“But you promised me, Raph”, you tsked, shaking your head at your boyfriend.

“Yeah, but that was before ya started kissin’ me!”, he growled. “Ya know I can’t help myself when sittin’ on top of me, looking so tasty”.

“No, I understand, Raphie”, you said with a fake sigh. “I should have known you couldn’t take it”.

Raph paused for a moment. “What did you say?”

“It makes sense why you don’t want me to dominate you, Raphie”, you sighed, letting go of his wrists so you could sit back onto his lap. “if you can’t take it, that changes everything”.

“Hey! I can take it”, Raph rumbled. You had to fight in order not to smile.

“Are you sure about that?”, you asked, acting unsure.

“I’m more than sure”, Raph boasted, puffing his chest up slightly. “Ya know me, babe. I can take anything”.

“Well, in that case”, you said, your eyes sparkling with michevie as you leaned over him, your thumb finding his lower lip, dragging it down. “Be a good boy and do as I say”.

Raph’s widened. He stared at you as the air disappeared from his lungs. He did not fight the finger on his lip, nor the fact that you had called him a good boy, the same way used to call you a good girl, instead he just stared at you, his lip trembling ever so slightly under your finger. You hummed in slight amusement. This was going to be fun.

You removed your finger from his lip and took his wrists once more, moving them further up. “These stay up here”, you smiled with a sultry voice.

“What happens if they don’t?”, Raph said, masking his small anticipation with a smirk. But the rise and fall of his chest and his heavy breathing gave him away.

“Oh that won’t happen”, you smirked, slowly letting your fingers trail from his wrists and down his arms. “Because good boys do as they have been told”.

Raph’s breath hitched at this comment. His fist clenched around themselves, his mouth dry as he tried to swallow. With a half smile you leaned back down toward his face, chuckling as he tried to capture your lips with. Instead you grabbed a hold of his chin, turning it to the side, giving you room to leave small tender kisses down his neck. Raph sighed, and his fingers moved over his head, as he tried to keep himself still, trying hard not to focus on the way your lips felt against his skin, or the scent of your arousal that filled the room.

You chuckled at his reaction, before lightly biting down onto his soft stop. Raph gasped at this, suppressing a moan. His hands lifted from the bed, ready to get a hold of you, but he quickly became aware, slamming them back down where you hand told him to keep them.

“See what a good boy you are”, you hummed. “Doing exactly as I’ve told you to. You’re doing so well, Raphie”.

“Goddamn, (Y/N)”, he sighed, fighting hard not to let out a needy moan. He had fallen harder into your grip than he had thought he would, already feeling the familiar feeling around his cloaca, letting him know he would be dropping soon. Raph had never been that quick to drop before, clenching every muscle hoping to halt it.

“What is it, Raphie?”, you asked in his ear, the feeling for you breathing against his skin making him shut his eyes, hoping to regain some kind of control. But your next words almost made him lose the little he had left. “Are you goin to drop for me, is that it, Raphael?”

With all of his focus on making his arms stay down, Raph felt as if he had no control over his mouth. The words that left his lips were not ones he intended, yet they sprung furth anyway, uncovering how he actually felt about this whole situation. “Yes”.

“Then do it, big boy”, you commanded, nibbling on his skin once more, as you slowly started grinding your hips against his. Strained moans left Raph’s parted lips, his eyes still shut and his brow bones frowning in pleasure. It didn’t take long before you felt his hardness emerge from his cloaca, poking against your naked thigh. You smiled, leaning back a little so you could look down on your heavy breathing boyfriend, watching his eyes shut open when you lifted your hips from his.

“Continue that good behavior, and don’t move”, you hummed, before you started to kiss around his collarbone at the top of his plastron. Raph sucked in a breath of air, his chest rising as you started to move down, your lips kissing along the line in the middle of his plastron, the vein in his neck standing out as he tried to do every single mantra in his mind that he could think of.

Your fingers started tracing down his sides as you went down, making him raise his head so he could look down, watching you with his mouth agape. The moan that left his mouth was louder than he intended, making him groan in frustration. Raph had always known you were hot. His dream dream girl, who he was so lucky to have as his girlfriend, but this was ridiculous. The way your eyes looked at him made him scream inside his head, thinking of all the time he easily pushed you over if you started teasing him, taking you hard and rough on the spot. But why didn’t he do it now? Well, to put it quite simply, he liked it. He liked the way you had taken charge of him and given him that little nickname, even though he wouldn’t admit it to himself just yet.

Raph watched in anticipation as your lips got to his hip, your eyes looking back at him with a small smile, as you started to kiss around his hard shaft, the vein in his neck pumping away. He groaned lightly as one of your hands slowly grabbed onto him, holding him still, as you slowly started licking your way up to the head. Raph almost broke when you licked over the slit of his head, picking up any pre-cum with the tip of your tongue, before slowly taking him into your mouth. Raph let his head fall back, savoring the feeling of your tongue against him, as you hollowed out your cheeks before moving your head up and down.

As you started to increase the speed, Raph found it harder and harder to keep quiet, his moans becoming more and more audible, almost forgetting that the entrance to his room was nothing but a large arch with no door.

“Fuck”, Raph moaned, his legs shaking as he fought against the urge to buckle up against you and your pretty mouth. “Please don’t stop, (Y/N). Fuck”.

You chuckled, the vibrations making Raph’s hands clench onto the pillow his head rested upon, holding back an even louder moan.

You took him out of your mouth, using your hand to pump him as you spoke. “You like that, Raphie?”

“Yes”, he choked out, closing his eyes once more, focusing on how your hand felt around him, using your spit to glide over him, praying for the moment your mouth would be around him once more. “I like it. I really fucking like it”.

“Then you’re going to love this”, you said, before letting go of him. Raph was about to protest, ready to scream how badly he wanted you back around him, until he saw you taking your shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the room, leaving you almost completely naked, with the exception of your underwear. It did not matter how many times Raph saw you naked, he was left awestruck every time.

You slowly stood up before slowly shimmying your underwear down your legs, using your foot to flick them off to the side of the room. Raph could feel his mouth watering at the sight, holding on tighter to the pillow, just as you stood over him, one leg on either side of him, before you slowly sat down, hovering over Raph’s aching manhood. One of your hands went down between your legs, letting a finger run through your wet folds, just to tease him, before letting the same finger run down his shaft, making a line using your own slick. Raph once again had to fight the urge to not just grab you by the waist, so he could pull you down upon him, groaning through clenched teeth.

“What’s the matter?”, you asked sweetly as you took a hold of him once more, slowly letting his head slide back and forth between your lower lips, making him shiver as he felt your slick drip down his length. “Is there something on your mind, Raph?”

“Fuck, (Y/N), don’t tease”, he groaned, trying to force the pillow further against the mattras, just to keep him hands busy.

“Then what do you want?”, you asked, turning your head to the side, removing his head from your warm core, causing Raph to moan in frustration. “Use your words, pretty boy”.

“Just ride me, (Y/N)”, he growled, his thighs locking up his he wouldn’t just thrust up against you.

You tsked, shaking your head. “That doesn’t sound like something a good boy would say. Try again, Raph”, you said, your thumb slowly doing circles around the slit of his head.

Raph moaned, his breathing heavier than before, his toes curling at your actions and his patience running thin. But he knew just what you wanted. It was the same thing that he always wanted from you. You wanted him to beg for it. You wanted to hear him beg and whimper with desperation, needy for you to do something. And it was just your luck that Raph was beginning to become that desperate, his head spinning at the mere thought of your walls around him.

“Please ride me, (Y/N)”, he whimpered, his eyes closing for a short moment, almost losing the ability to speak as you speed up your movements around his slit. “Fuck! Please just ride me, babe. I want ya ta ride me, please!”

Your thumb stopped its torture before you lined him up against your entrance. “See”, you said. “It’s not that hard being a good boy, is it?”

You slowly sank down onto him, humming at the feeling of him stretching you out as you went down. The moan that escaped Raph was louder than any of you had anticipated, making you smile smugly as you slid all the way down, until your hips met his. Raph looked down to where your hips connected, groaning as he felt you clench your muscles around him, just as you rose up once more, only to sit back down on him once more. You leaned forward, placing your hands on his chest for support, as you painfully slowly continued your movement.

“Faster, (Y/N), please”, he moaned, every muscle in his body locking up, holding him back from jumping on you.

“As you wish”, you hummed before you gradually started speeding up the movement of your hips, bouncing faster and harder against him, the sound of your skin slapping together, slowly getting louder and louder.

Raph’s hands fumbled around the pillow. He almost couldn’t contain himself anymore. He just had to touch you. His hands almost burned with the need for your skin.

“Can I touch ya?”, he asked in his breathy voice. “Please, (Y/N), I need to”.

“Only because you asked so nicely”, you answered, your voice strained by the movement of your lower body.

As if they were burned by the pillow, Raph’s hands flew to your body, feeling anywhere he could get them. From your bouncing breast down your side and onto your thighs, his hands moved with urgency, in a way they had never done before. You in turn did something that only had been the one to do all throughout your sexual adventures. One of your hands went to his neck, putting slight pressure around his throat. Raph was shocked, yet he moaned, his head falling back as your hand slowly closed around his airway, providing him just enough to breath.

The sight before you made you feel like a feral animal. You would not stop yourself from leaning forwards until your lips found Raph’s neck once more, leaving a trail of kisses and bites everywhere they went, causing Raph’s hands to latch onto your thighs, his nails digging in.

This was nothing like Raph had ever imagined it would be like. His hands holding on to your thighs for dear life as you rode him, one of your hands around his neck in a light chokehold, his head spinning with every little kiss and bite you left around his shoulder and neck.

“Are you a good boy, Raphie?”, you asked, your airy voice in his ear, creating stars in his eyes, his vision blurred by pure pleasure. How could you make him feel so good so easily?

“Yes!”, Raph choked out in a whimper you only had been able to dream about. “I’m a good boy!” His hands fumbled from your thighs to your ass. “Please, let me do it, (Y/N)! Let me fuck ya!”

You laughed, bringing your other hand up to cup his cheek, leaning his head forward so you could look him in the eyes.

“How considerate. Go ahead, Raphie, show me exactly what a good boy you are”.

That was all Raph needed, before the last bits of restraints disappeared. With full force he grabbed onto you, bending his knees before he started to thrust wildly up into you. He moaned out loud as the nails of your other hands started clawing into his arm. The world started spinning before his eyes, and then he felt your walls close in around him, bringing him closer to his own building peak.

“I’m gonna cum”, he whispered in a strained voice, his hips never stopping.

“Me too”, you moaned, your hand around his neck forcing him to look at you. “Cum for me, Raphie. Fill me up”.

That was the last bit Raph needed before his hip started buckling against you, his orgasm rushing over him. You followed right after, your muscles contracting around him as he started to fill you up.

As the two of you finally started to calm down from your high, you removed your hand from around his neck before you laid down against his chest, too tired to move off of him. Raph in turn wrapped his arms around, holding you close as the blurriness of his vision slowly disappeared.

“So”, you asked, cuddling your face against your boyfriend’s neck, one of your fingers slowly doing shapes on his plastron. “What did you think of it?”

“It was different”, Raph breathed out with a smile. “But not bad”.

“Does that mean you let me do it again?”, you asked, a bright yet teasing smile on your lips.

“Wow, wow”, Raph laughed. “I did not say that!”

“No, but it was implied”, you teased.

Raph hummed, his eyes narrowing down at you. “Maybe”.

You chuckled before getting up so you could place a tender kiss onto his lips. “Good boy”.

[strawb3rrystar]

Rooftop Dates.

♡ - Which turtle would go on a rooftop date with you?

Word count: 500

2012! Donnie, Who takes you stargazing.

"I guess, I didn't pick the right night for stargazing." Donnie sighs, as there was a small number of stars you could see.

"Well, New York isn't exactly the best place to stargaze." You shrug "We should take a trip to the countryside to see some real good stars."

"Yeah, you're right." He responds, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

"You know... I don't think it matters. Just as long as we're together," You lean into him.

His cheeks heat up from your comment "Yeah! That's right! We don't need some stupid stars for it to be a good date."

You chuckle, pecking his lips "You're adorable, Donnie."

Bayverse! Raph, Who loves to city watch with you.

"You're clinging onto me for dear life, sweet cheeks," Raph mentions, grinning a little.

"Well, when you asked me if I wanted to go on a date with you, this wasn't what I had in mind." You reply.

"Do you not like looking at New York at night?" He asks.

"Not when I'm fifty feet off the ground, Rapheal!"

"Oh please. You aren't fifty feet off the ground... I'd say, barely twenty feet." He pats your back. "But, we can get down if you want."

"Yes, please..." You mumble, quite embarrassed of your fear of heights.

"What was that?" He grins, smugly.

"You heard me, Raph." You huff.

"Yeah, I wanna hear you say it again." He squeezes your waist, playfully.

"Nuh-uh, no way." You shake your head.

Rise! Mikey, Who thinks rooftop picnics are the best.

"It's beautiful out tonight." You say, taking a deep breath with your arms outstretched.

"I know." Mikey grins, laying out the picnic blanket. "Perfect weather, a good view of the city, and fresh pizza. Nothing could ruin this night."

You smile, sitting down beside him. "Thanks for doing this, 'Angelo. I know I've been super busy and haven't had the time to hang out. So I hope you're not too upset."

"No problem. I understand that studying is important, that's why I brought you up here." He replies.

"Hm? Why?" You question.

"So, that it's just the two of us. No distractions around."Mikey answers, just for the sound of a police siren to go off.

"Mostly no distractions." He corrects himself, causing you to giggle.

You wrap your arms around him, tightly. "You're the best boyfriend ever, Michelangelo."

MM! Leo, Who wants to spend everyday together.

"What are we doing up here, Leon?" You ask, sitting on the ledge beside him.

"I just thought that we could hangout without my brothers around." He replies, taking your hand in his.

"Aww, but they're sweethearts." You place your free hand on your chest.

"You don't live with them, Love." He grumbles.

"Did you just call me love?" You question.

"Maybe...? It just slipped out, okay! I don't even know why I sai-" You shut him up with a kiss.

"Calm down, Leo." You kissed his cheek "I liked it."

"You did...? He mumbles, feeling like he could explode out of joy.

"Yes, of course." You wrap your arms around him and he immediately hugs you back. "I love spending time with you. Being with you... No, I just love you, Leonardo. All of you."

Star's notes -> I watched Mutant Mayhem the other day. It was incredible!

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[oozedninjas]

RED NIGHT

Summary: Their encounter is brief, but it leaves an indelible mark on him. What begins as a fascination with kindness and beauty takes a haunting turn.

WARNINGS: NSFW / Dark content / +18 / Stalker!Raph /masturbation/descriptions of blowjob (male receiving) / Xenobiology (descriptive) / light dirty talking/belly bulging (one mention) / suggestions of kidnapping / set from five-seven years after out of the shadows so he's in his mid or late twenties

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It was stupid to think he could be seen as anything more than a monster, especially through the hateful eyes of humankind: Judging, ungrateful, suspicious, casting glances bolted with a sick tone of curiosity, and some twisted kind of surprise. Despite whatever acceptance they enjoyed at the beginning, some Police officers still cling to their reservations. And those are the ones that hang heavier over Raph's shoulders. 

The staring is the worst. It produces an eerie sensation, one that simmers in his veins like a boiling toxin, equally choking as electrifying, and Raphael knows, deep in the marrow of his bones, that he has to draw a breath or risk losing control.

Heroes don’t lash out, Raph reminds himself as he climbs up the ladder out of the lair. They smile, protect, comfort. All things that physically squeeze his guts. Especially because he has to force himself to be nice after their prying eyes. It’s beyond sickening and yet, he understood. After all, in or out of the shadows, hero or vigilante, a mutant’s still a mutant. 

He spots you first before standing under the streetlight and signaling. The light is scratchy some nights more than the looks themselves, but wrapped in Halloween’s safety, he figured it wouldn’t matter if you see him. 

Raph watches as you take off your helmet, powering off the colorful motorbike. Then, as he stands before you, you bestow upon him the sweetest, most beautiful of smiles. Your visage radiates warmth, and your demeanor tranquility.

"Wow, dude you look great!" you gush in a friendly tone.

It takes him by surprise, so much he runs out of words briefly.

"Uh... Thanks," he mutters, chastising himself inwardly.

Cringing at his own awkwardness, Raph accepts the pizza box, offering the money with his free hand. You place your hand atop his, gently pushing the money back with a smirk.

"Hot guys don’t pay tonight."

His heart pounds within his chest, tummy twisting in a pleasant way. The outlines of a smirk peek through his face, his gaze gleaming with his usual bravado.

You smile. Raphael grins back. The radio on the bike snarls your name, Where are you? You're 15 minutes late for the next delivery!

"Well, duty calls," you remark, securing your helmet in place. "See you around, big guy!"

You strike a chord in him, awakening something so strong it's frightening, and from that moment on, Raphael is unable to shake you from his mind. Soon, thinking of you becomes a part of his everyday life. What things do you like? Would you think if someone like him were to flirt with you?

Repulsion.

A terribly cruel part whispers within him. Disgust, aversion, disdain when you find he wears no costume. Yet, you were kind the first time you met him. But it is your job to be, he reminds himself. That's why Raphael decides to spare himself the heartbreak by simply following you from the shadows. This way, he can see you, spend time with you, and, most importantly, he can protect you.

It takes him one or two days to discover how careless you are, forgetting to close windows, take out the trash, and get home before the area gangs demand payment for safe passage down your street. Ridiculous. He takes care of them in the blink of an eye. Perhaps being a little rougher than necessary, just to be sure.

Sometimes, he would stay watching from the neighboring roof - because you are careless enough not to close the curtains - as you get ready for bed. The memory of the softness of your touch on his hand hits him with bull force as you slide the shirt off. The skin on your torso looks impossibly smooth. But the way your underwear molds perfectly to your ass makes him almost unable to resist getting closer. To wait for you to fall asleep and take a direct look inside, letting your scent intoxicate him.

It wouldn’t harm anyone, would it? The question lingers as he contemplates entering your house while you're away. The idea flits through his mind for a couple of nights until one day, he convinces himself that it wouldn't disturb anyone if, while you're at work, he takes a peek.

—---

Your room is cramped for him, but not so much that he can't move. Upon entering, he heads straight for your room. With each advancing step, his gaze broadens, his smile widens, and the butterflies in his stomach grow wilder, craving to slide inside your space, to bask in the warmth of your bed. He pants, his crotch pulsing with the thought of breathing your scent directly from your sheets.

You weren't exactly neat, but he couldn't say you were as messy as he was either. A couple of shirts lay scattered on the bed, a few clothes strewn across the floor. He smiled affectionately, letting his eyes wander, as if he'd just uncovered a whole new chapter in his mental book about you; and he knew he'd have a hard time leaving. 

The dressers with your clothes were open, and then he saw it: the place where you keep your underwear. His uncertainty lingers briefly, a startled exhale escaping his lips. Then, unapologetically, he raises a pair of panties to his nose and breathes in. A low, guttural groan slips from his throat as he savors your scent.

An exquisite tickle runs from his chest to his lower belly, spreading hot weaves of craving through his veins. His dick twitches. If you were there, if for just a moment you could see him as something other than a monster, Raphael is certain you would smirk deviously, gaze stuck on him, starving for him. His breathing trembles as he presses one hand over his pants, pressing his cock gently. 

You’d place your hands over his plastron dragging them down slowly as your nails graced the surface of his pectoral area, trailing down to his abdomen. You bend down, never tearing your gaze off his face while urgently unzipping his pants to fist him.

A breathy gasp spurs from his mouth. He grips the base of his shaft stroking it just a bit to ease up the building need to fuck his fist. 

“What a pretty cock,” you’d say, rubbing his length gently, “bet I can make it come fucking hard.” 

You lick a stripe from the base to the tip, not even minding about the alien-looking of it:  huge by every human means, with two bulges growing from the base and attached to his shaft. You mouth him deliciously, trailing your tongue through the seminal ridges near his tip, which surely look to you like mobile skin folds. And you embrace it with your hot wet mouth like it’s luscious.

His hand is soaking with a hot slippery-transparent liquid seeping from his tip down into his dick, pooling into his hand as he uses it to lube himself more. He quickens the pace of his hand as he pictures you bobbing your head up and down, your pretty mouth around him velvety soft. 

His breaths quiver.  

“So fucking tasty. Wanna drink you down, babe. Give me everything,” you sound drunk-like, and he can’t help the loud moan. 

Fuck— agh, fuck…

Raphael pants as he slowly comes down from his peak, enjoying the last bits of blissful spasms inside his lower belly. His cock yet throbbing in his closed fist. 

—--

After meticulously erasing all traces of his presence and stashing the ruined underwear somewhere within his attire, Raph slips out of your apartment quietly, feeling so empty it wrecks him, but It's better this way. It's better to indulge in the fantasy that you’d want him than to face the harsh, cold reality where you'd scream at the realization that his skin isn't just a costume.

However, the first drawback of fantasies is that they can be addictive. The second is that they can lead you to do things you wouldn't do in your right mind, like keeping some of your stuff for himself. It’s really not that bad, is it? He’s not stealing from you, it’s more like a long term loan. 

It is way more comfortable to envision yourself from the comfort of his bed, spacious enough to snugly fit him. So, what harm could it do if he takes along some things with your scent? A couple of pillows, a bit of perfume, some shampoo, and a few bedclothes here and there; so that when he takes a deep breath from them, it's easier to see you there, stuffed with his cum as he keeps thrusting inside you, your belly bulging from fitting his size as your squirm, moaning for him, dripping on him, deliciously begging for more. 

When he returns to your apartment, the window is closed. Bolted shut with a small metal bar. How odd. You never do that, and you don’t have to; he's always in the neighborhood, guarding to ensure no harm comes to you. Do you have something to fear?

—---

You start drawing the curtains, coming home earlier, adopting a less predictable routine that he struggles to follow. It's annoying. Very annoying. And then it happens: some stupid ass gang attacks you. At least, that's what he can hear through the wall as you narrate the incident to someone over the phone.

You walked down a dark alley, far from the area Raph had cleared for you, as lately, you've felt like someone's been watching you on your way home.

He feels a stab in his stomach after hearing that, but nothing as paralyzing as seeing you bleed from your temple. It is a clean, swift wound, maybe from a knife. You cry: raw, desperate, so nerve-wracking it’s unbearable.  

Raphael leaps from rooftop to rooftop, seeing nothing but red. When the frenzy of rage and bloodlust finally subsides, there's nothing left but a bunch of guys with torn jackets sprawled all over the place. They're not dead, but they won't feel alive for a very, very long time.

He stands there silently recognizing he'll have to deal with the consequences of his outburst as Leo would know, because of course he would, he'll jump to that conclusion. And sure, Donnie would back him up. He can't afford such indulgences when he's supposed to be there for you, when everything could culminate in his brothers forbidding him to do so.

He wishes he could keep you away from where your erratic behavior might harm you; he wishes he could just take you with him—  Raphael gasps. That's it! He'd take you with him; if he explained the situation, you'd surely understand. You'd be safer at the lair.

With a grin on his face, he heads back to your apartment. The rain that lashed the city that night helped him wash away most of the bloodstains on his skin. He reaches your apartment in a blink of an eye. He peeks through the living room window. The silhouette of your figure on the floor tells him you're in the bedroom.

He taps the window to get your attention. You seem troubled, and he knows that if you see him hanging like a Sewer monster outside your window, you won't let him in. So Raphael hides once more, circling around to reach your bedroom window from the back, and he waits, his eyes on the sky and his bicep against the window. The rain pours heavily. He waits. Then, a lightning bolt streaks across the sky. Next, the thunder, and as it crashes, Raphael rams the window, masking the sound of the latch snapping open.

The lights go out. The floor creaks under his weight. The sound freezes you. You seem to shrink further into yourself as you tremble. His heavy steps echo in the room. The emergency light kicks in at that moment: dim and red, just enough to cast his reflection on the glass before you. You bring your hands to your mouth, stifling a scream. Your tear-filled eyes stare at him through the glass, paralyzed, utterly terrified. 

Shh, no, you don’t have to be afraid, silly. Don't you know he's here to protect you?

[yorshie]

11 & 10 with Raph, a sort of confession\first kiss type of deal please! I need my boy to discover being loved.

-justalotoffanfic ❤️

Oooooooooooooo. First kiss. I think you might like reading this if you haven't yet, But Also Thank You for Requesting on Blurb Day! Let's have Pining Soft Raph to fight off those Mikey Brooms for a bit, eh? (edit: uh..... I guess this turned out more pining Reader and hopeless kiss. oops) also, sorry i forgot to do this with the other side blog requests but @justalotoffanfiction

Being with Raph wasn't always....a straight line. The curve of progress sometimes doubled back on itself, or stalled for a bit before resuming at a glacial place.

It was easy enough to understand, you thought, watching him move purposefully through his workout, racking weights and eyeing the amount before he slotted himself underneath on the inclined bench. There were things you'd probably never know about, but the few big ticket items you had heard of left several things completely clear.

The Turtles had been hunted, and could be so again in the future. They weren't human, and people sometimes reacted badly to that. And the last thing, probably the root of your problem with Raph, was that there would always be someone 'better' for you, in his mind.

Someone that didn't live in the sewers, that didn't have a shell and a different amount of fingers, someone that didn't tower over you or place themselves in danger over and over again.

He was stubborn, you thought with an exhale, watching him knock off a weight from each side and slot himself under the bar once more, the suicide set causing his muscles to twitch under the exertion.

You watched the tensed line of a vein curling over his tricep, the little hollow below his elbow dipping in and out of existence with each flex. Your eyes followed the strain of his deltoid where it disappeared under his plastron-

"Whatcha thinking about, sweetheart?" His gruff voice called, words bitten short from exertion, and you blinked, pulled from your line of perusal.

"What?" You asked back, shifting in your seat, playing innocent even as you drank in his figure again.

"There's something rattling around in that pretty head of yours," He paused, knocked off another pair of weights, and you followed the beads of sweat running down the back of his elbow without conscious thought. "Gotta be something you're not telling me, isn't it?"

Your mouth pulled to the side, not quite a frown, not quite a smirk, and you finally stood when he paused once more, chest heaving as he re-racked the bar and glanced your way.

You could be stubborn, you reminded yourself, but another little voice echoed the words, sounding a lot more sure of itself than the immediate bravado. You could also push too hard.

"I just..." You trailed off, but Raph ducked a shoulder and leaned forward, resting his shell against the bar. He lifted one eye ridge towards you, clearly waiting.

When you still couldn't get the words out, he gestured you over with a jerk of his head, repeated the motion with more sass when you took too long.

When you finally stood in front of him, eyes taking in how his plastron swelled with each breath, the obvious way his arms had all but doubled from the exercise, you swallowed heavily.

Raph snorted at your ogling, one large hand coming up to tuck against your waist. "I uh," He tapped his fingers, slowly, against the back of your hip, obviously thinking, " I don't.... I really don't wanna end up doing the wrong thing here, sweetheart, but-"

He broke off, staring at your face, and you couldn't care less who moved first, just that you did-

And you were both stubborn idiots, it seemed, because you both bobbed when one should have weaved, and the first time you missed completely, lips nudging along cheeks instead of finding each other.

Your fingers found his jaw halfway through his eye roll, and his hand cupped the back of your head through exasperation more so than any tender feeling, but the tiny well of ire at how stubborn he was disappeared the second his lips landed true.

They were wide, and soft, and you could tell he was trying so hard to keep it sweet. After the third tentative scrub you finally lost your patience and opened your mouth to lick against his lower lip, and he pulled back with a grunt and a look in his eyes that promised retribution.

You grinned at him, feeling drunk, and a little bit stubborn yourself.

[turtleblogatlast]

after finding out he's trans from Draxum, Leo drops the news to his family with a joke and zero explication. The family wants to be a supportive as possible, but misunderstand and think that Leo just came out as transfem. The fact they didn't even consider Leo is biofem is surprisingly validating.

“Guess who just gave a new meaning to to word trans-portation!”

This is the first thing Leo says to everyone after going off with Draxum to who-knows-where for who-knows-what.

“Normally, I unfortunately understand the flow of logic for Leo’s puns, but I admit that I am blanking here.” Donnie says, looking at Leo with narrowed eyes.

Leo laughs - maybe a bit hysterically - as he saunters on over to the rest of his family. “Eh, just a little joke about my awesome portal powers mixed with- uh-“ He coughs into his fist, finding it difficult to keep his regular act up. “-a fab new finding about myself. Turns out I was born…a female turtle……?”

There’s silence for a moment.

Then- “Omigosh! Leo!” An orange blur rockets its way into Leo’s arms, making the slider let out and “oof” before steading both he and Mikey. “Thank you for telling us! Wait, is it still Leo? Or Lea now, maybe?”

The shock wheels its way out of Raph’s form as he comes over, eyes shiny, “I’m glad you told us, little sis.”

Leo blinks at them. “Wait-“

“Please note that if any of our enemies or allies refers to you incorrectly I can and will use deadly force to correct them.” Donnie states, with a grin that looked a little too excited about the idea.

“Same here!” April states, pounding one hand into another, “And- it’s cool to have another girl around.”

Leo thinks something got lost in translation. “Uh, guys-“

Splinter comes up to his side, patting his arm gently. “Oh, my Baby Blue, I’m so proud of you, my daught-“

“Okay, no, no, you guys got it wrong.” Leo laughs again, more uncomfortably than hysterically this time. “I’m- I’m not, like, a girl. I was-“ He looks away, feeling way too embarrassed about all this for his comfort, “I was born as a female turtle. Biologically.”

A beat.

“Oh.” Raph blinks down at him, surprise on his face, “Oh we may have jumped the gun there.”

“Well, this is embarrassing, though my offer of violence stands.” Donnie states.

Mikey rubs the back of his head sheepishly, “So…still Leo? Our brother?”

Leo gives a fond grin, “Yeah, yeah, still your brother.”

(April makes a noise of amusement, elbowing Splinter as everyone turns to her, “Hey, y’know what Splints? I think your DNA may have accidentally became some kinda HRT for Leo.”

Donnie thinks, “It does make sense, if a female red eared slider were to become mutated with a male human’s DNA then hypothetically it could create a mutant that takes on a more masculine outer appearance while retaining the female make up that was used as the base-“

Leo cuts in, “Okay, okay, no science-ing my gender, bro, let’s just order some pizza.”)

[our-happygirl500-fan]

Something that is kind of cute is how Leo seems to genuinely look up to Raph 

In a possibly similar way to how Mikey will sometimes imitate Leo there are times where Leo can be seen doing things or saying phrases similar to what Raph has done.

Leo: Ninja Crawl Jitsu! 

Raph: Tonfa power Jitsu!

There are times where Leo & Raph show similar habits such as the fact that both Leo & Raph have a habit of yelling out their attacks which could possibly mean that Leo picked up the habit of yelling out his moves from Raph or that Leo started yelling out the name of his moves because he wanted to be like his big brother

Leo: You know we can’t go into human places with, ah, this whole situation

Raph: How we gonna pick it up with, uh, this whole situation?

Leo also has a habit of sometimes also copying Raph’s body language as well as in the episode Hot Soup the Game after Raph waves his hand in front of his face while saying the phrase “this whole situation”, Leo also starts waving his hands in front of his face whenever he says the phrase “this whole situation” as well

Leo: That persnickety guy was ironically mutated into a clumsy bull.

Raph: We can deal with your persnickety-ness later on and focus on

Leo: Persnickety? Nice

Raph: Thank you. I’ve been actively trying to remunerate my vocab.

There are also times where Leo is shown to be impressed by Raph & later takes similar actions such as when Leo started saying the word persnickety after hearing Raph say it.

Leo: Thanks, little brother. No one believes in himself more than me

Raph: You did it, little brother

Leo’s habit of calling Mikey, little brother might have possibly also originated from Raph calling Leo little brother as well as Leo might possibly use Raph as an example of ‘how a good older brother should act’ when interacting with Mikey.

Raph is Leo’s big brother & its really cute just how much Leo seems to look up to Raph & seems to try to take after him & how there’s possibly a part of Leo that wants to be just like the brother that he loves so much.

[dandylovesturtles]

Lil missing scene from the movie

My favorite trope is when a character who is very hungry gets fed

———

Casey’s stomach growls, and he can only hope it’s masked by the rumbling of the tank as it travels through the subway.

He’s good at ignoring hunger pangs by now. Knows how to swallow them down and push ahead, had to learn because there’s never been enough food to truly silence them. Maybe when he was a child, and the adults in his life were fine with going with less when it meant he would be full, but as Casey’s body grew and demanded more and more the colony only had less and less.

He just hopes the turtles didn’t hear it. It’s embarrassing, and not really the impression he’s trying to give. And besides, it’s not like there’s anything they can do about it. They’re not going to stop for lunch.

Unfortunately, his stomach has other plans - right as there’s a lull in the conversation it growls again, and this time Michelangelo turns away from the console and looks at him in awe.

“Dude, was that your stomach!?”

“Uh…” He grins, trying to shrug it off. “Yes?”

“That was sooo loud! I thought there was a bear in here!”

“Oh. Sorry. Uh… it’s been awhile since my last meal.”

He’s hoping they just drop it there, but…

“How long is “awhile”?” asks Leonardo. He sounds unimpressed, and there’s the same piercing look in his eye that Sensei would have when he’d ask the same. When’d you last eat, kid?

So Casey knows there’s no dodging this one. The thing is, he’s not sure how to answer the question - there was the whole time travel business, and the mission before that, and the time he spent unconscious, and the attack on the Foot Clan…

Point is, he can only guess. He hopes Leonardo doesn’t see it as lying.

“Um… thirty five hours? Maybe?” That’s a pretty conservative estimate, but he hopes it flies. “But I’m fine! I’ve handled worse than this.”

Leonardo staring at him. Actually, they’re all staring at him. None of them look happy, and Casey’s stomach flips from something other than hunger.

Then Leonardo sighs, and he sounds disappointed. Casey opens his mouth to plead his case, to assure Sensei that he’s fit and ready to go, but Leonardo interrupts him by addressing Donatello instead.

“What’ve we got in the snack stash, Dee?”

“Hmmm…” Donatello flips on the autopilot again, leaving his chair and flipping open a compartment on the wall. “Sour candy, hot Cheeto’s, some snack cakes…”

“Oh, you don’t want any of that on an empty stomach,” says Michelangelo. “Trust me, it’s not worth it.”

“Well, we have some pretzels in here, and… oh.” Donatello’s voice goes a little quieter. “Some of Raph’s protein bars.”

Casey starts to insist that he doesn’t want to take Raphael’s food, but before he can Donatello has closed the compartment, wrapped food in hand.

“If you’ve been eating,” he makes a face, “leaves and rats, this is probably the best thing we can give you right now.” He fans them out. “We have plain and chocolate chunk.”

“I like the peanut butter ones,” says Michelangelo, “but we can’t keep those around.”

(A memory: Master Michelangelo making him a peanut butter sandwich as a special treat. Carefully wiping down the counter and utensils he’d used. When Casey asked, he’d said, “Because Raph-“

The sad look on his face was brief, but Casey never forgot.

“…Because we need to be careful, in case someone has a peanut allergy.”)

“I know.”

He takes one of the plain ones, unwrapping it hesitantly. Sensei’s voice echoes in his head, Eat slow. Small bites.

He knows he should, but when he tastes it his stomach roars to life, ravenous and angry. Before he knows it he’s eaten the entire bar in four barely chewed bites, and wishes he hadn’t because now it’s gone and he feels hungrier than when he began.

They’re still staring at him. He doesn’t know what to do, so he just says, “Thank you,” sincerely, because sharing food is the ultimate gesture of love in the apocalypse.

The rest of the bars are suddenly being shoved his way - four of them in total. “Here,” says Donatello, not meeting his eyes. “You can have the rest.”

“Ah, no,” he says quickly, trying to push them back. “I can’t take-“

“Raph always forgets they’re here, anyway,” says Donatello, waving him off. “Someone might as well eat them.”

Casey takes the bars. Donatello sits back down. They’re not looking at him anymore.

He looks at the protein bars in his hands. He’s still hungry.

He takes smaller bites this time. Savors the taste of oats and other flavors he can’t readily identify. It’s good. It’s really, really good.

He stows the last three bars away. He may need them later. Or maybe he can give them back to Raphael, after they rescue him.

“Three minutes to Metro Tower,” says Donatello, and he focuses up. His stomach’s quiet now - there’s no excuses.

He found the key. Now it’s time to stop the Krang.