The Batfam Gets Matching T-shirts But Theyre All Just "im With Stupid" Shirts Because They All Think

the batfam gets matching t-shirts but theyre all just "im with stupid" shirts because they all think theyre better than each other

Hello! 👋

I saw that you are looking for 2007 requests so I thought I would pop in! I adore all the 2007 turtles, but for this one, I’d like to pick Raph. He has some emotional damage from Leo being gone so long, and of course, becoming the Nightwatcher. Could I maybe get something where the reader (gender neutral is fine) is a friend who worries about him, and would love to be more than friends, but isn’t sure how to talk to Raph about it. Short shot or HC’s, maybe? Thanks for considering it! ♥️

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thanks for requesting! I decided to make it a long shot, I hope you don’t mind!

TMNT 2007!Raph x GN!Reader: The Confession

Leo’s absence had taken a big toll on the family

Initially when he left, everyone was under the assumption he would be back in a couple of months 

But as time goes on, Leo doesn’t come back- the crime rate rises, and Raph’s had enough.

It’s time to change, no more sitting waiting for the leader to come back and to be able to fight again. He has to take matters into his own hands

It starts off small, until he gets so popular that he has to make his own armor to protect his true identity.

You find out one night, as Raph was severely scratched and bruised and God- how was he gonna get this past Donnie? He was going to be suspicious for sure.

He goes to you. Which, at this time, you weren’t the closest with Raphael at all. You weren’t BFFs. Just friends. But, this night changed it all. 

You’re gentle with him, going into protective mode, patching him up while he tries to ignore your questions that you might have. But, you have none. It’s not your business what Raph does with his life. If anything, you think he’s doing the right thing. 

“I won’t tell. I promise you that.” 

You offer your place for him to stay for the night, and to be his alibi just in case Donnie gets suspicious. But, it’s fine. Everything’s fine. 

You and Raph get closer. He sees you as the only one in the world right now who knows the true him. Not even Casey knew at this point. 

Time goes on, Leo doesn’t come back. In fact, his last letter states that he’s extending his training period. Don’t wait up for him. 

Raphael is livid, and spends more time as the Nightwatcher- defying Splinter’s clear orders to stay in the Lair. He can’t just sit and do nothing. Get a job like Mikey and Donnie-- it’s not in his nature. He’s built for fighting crime. 

Raphael comes to you a lot. Unannounced, either to tell you about the crimes in the city or to be patched up, or to just talk to you. 

You get to know one another more. You get closer as friends, and soon enough, you want to be more than that. 

Raph >:)  1:02AM

Are you up?

You read the message with squinted eyes, curse the blue light from your phone screen. It’s the leading cause of headaches and strained eyesight among the human race, and it peaks when you’re a teen. You answer Raph’s question in your head, yes, you are in fact awake. You’ve been awake for a couple of hours, waiting for that text from your good friend Raphael. It indicated that he was thinking about you, and was also thinking about seeing you. As Raph’s friend, of course you would be there for him in his time of venting and ranting. As your love interest, OF COURSE you would be there for him. 

You 1:05AM

Always

After sending, you get out of bed, freshening up a bit before the red banded mutant comes crawling through your room's window. Raph doesn’t take long to arrive, he’s a fast turtle, and based on his mood, his speed reflects that. As he knocks on your window, you see his large figure through the glass, the dark night sky making this seem straight out of a horror movie. Only you have a big fat crush on the killer, who you’re willingly letting in right now. 

“You know you always looked good in metal,” 

“Ya ain’t half bad eitha.” Empty flirting. That’s Raph’s forte. Only, that’s what he makes it seems he’s doing.

“Everytime I come ova, I wind up spillin’ my feelings out like ya’re my therapist.” After placing his helmet down on your bedside, Raphael begins pacing around your room like he usually does whenever he’s finished busting crime. 

“It’s not necessarily a bad thing you know,” You say, your eyes watching as his form walks at a rhythmic pace on the hardwood floor, “It’s good to get all that out.”

“It ain’t just that-” Raph swallows,  “I uh…”

I like you. 

“I don’t think Leo’s eva comin’ back.” Raph stops moving, soon taking off all his armor and standing before you as just Raphael. Not the Nightwatcher, not some new vigilante, just Raph. 

You look at him with concern, as his voice falters after the sentence. As if he’s on his final thread before it snaps. Raph’s like that, he begins to talk but after a while, he can’t anymore. It turns into yelling. Not loud enough to hurt your ears, but enough for you to physically feel the pain in his voice. Raph rarely expresses how he feels to you with such emotion , so to see him break like that in front of you is almost unbearable.  

“Raph,” You gather up what you want to say, “Why don’t you think Leo’s coming back?” 

“Should I list all of the reasons from A ta Z?” He snaps, though not directly at you, more like at the situation. You say nothing and look directly into Raph’s eyes, as to let him know you’re listening. 

“Where do I even fuckin’ start?” His voice rises slightly, as he’s riling himself up and preparing for the ugly truth to come. 

“He ain’t wrote in weeks,” Raph’s amber eyes have a hint of hatred in them, as he starts to pace back and forth once again, a sign that he was anxious or enraged. Right now, it was both. 

After sighing, he speaks again, “He ain’t come back when he was s’posed ta,” 

“And ya know tha worst part? Hmm?” You continue to stay silent, your lips pursing and your e/c eyes drooping with concern, “I bet he ain’t even thinkin’ about us!” 

This is the ugly truth to Raph, yet it’s a lie to you. Leo wouldn’t do that to his family. He wouldn’t stop caring about them just for a training period. That’s not the man Splinter raised, no, Leo was an amazing guy. He was dealing with so much shit before he left, that Splinter suggested he do so. So that he can become a better version of himself for him- for his family- for Raph. 

Raph’s outburst causes you to jump up in your spot on the bed, he had never been this upset over Leo being gone until now. 

“I’m done worryin’ about him.” Once he stops moving, he looks at you,  “I can’t keep sittin’ and wonderin’ when he’s gonna come back.” His voice is back to its normal tone, with that hoarse brooklyn accent you fell for. 

You both just stare at each other for a bit, until you pat the spot next to you, to which Raph scoffs at, yet complies anyway. You both stare at the same wall in front of you, sitting in silence for a while, until you break it. 

“I agree with you,” You confess, “I think…I think Leo can handle himself. For what it’s worth, he’s a great ninja.” 

“I’m sure Donnie and Mikey are just as worried as you are about him, no doubt. But…” You take a breath, then continue on, “I know Leo cares about you, so much.” You remember what it was like before Leonardo left, how much he showed that he wanted to be a better leader.  “He did this thing where we would meditate together and after he would tell me all the team bonding things he wanted to try with you and the others.”

Raph thinks about what you just said, but then remembers all the times he argued with Leo; challenged his beliefs as a leader- was vocal about what he thought Leo was doing wrong. 

“D’ya think he left because of me?” 

It pains you that he said that. His voice is at a whisper, as if it’s an intrusive thought, only you can hear it, too.

You turn and glance at him, his side profile telling you all you need to know. He’s hurt, confused, angry, upset. Everything, all at once. 

Despite this burning feeling for Raph, and being so nervous to make a move on him, you push all of that behind you and place a supportive hand on his thigh, a hand that he doesn’t move. He keeps it there, and he keeps you there, too. What surprises you at this moment is that he puts his hand on top of yours. Causing you to blush, but to not forget the point of this whole thing. 

“No. He didn’t leave because of you, Raph.It was a multitude of things. Splinter, stress, everything.” 

“It wasn’t your fault. It’s nobodies.”

“I mean,” He looks at you, “I know I can be a pain in the ass sometimes but-” 

“Stop.” You intrude, trying to stop negative thoughts that cause him to overthink, “Siblings have their moments. But, Raph, it wasn’t you. Sure, you can be a pain, but you’re also an amazing brother and friend.” That’s what he needs to hear right now. That despite his bad qualities, his good ones outshine them. 

But, you keep going. As if you’re possessed by a being that tells you to shower Raph in compliments about his character, that’s what you do. 

You’re hardworking, an impressive ninja, devoted and passionate, everything all wrapped up in one. You’re loyal- so loyal, it’s admirable. I look up to you. I’ll always look up to someone like you. 

It’s the last line that hits him like a ton of bricks. You look up to him. You aspire to be as passionate as him. You strive to be like that. 

He didn’t think anyone would ever want to be like him, but you? That’s what he needs to hear. That’s exactly what he needs to hear. For it to come from you just makes this whole thing even better for him. The person Raphael has fallen for thinks that he’s all of those positive qualities. 

So it’s no surprise that he gets a sudden urge to kiss you right now. You just look so concerned for him, yet your gaze upon him is so beautiful. Just like you. He thinks you're breathtaking. 

“Raph?” You snap him out of his inner thoughts, only for him to look into your eyes once again, trying to see through you. Would you pull away? Would you accept it? Did you even like him? 

You had to. Though there was a doubt in his mind, nobody had been this kind to him. Not to this degree. Aside from his family, nobody cared this much about him, about his life, about his feelings.  

“I don’t know how to tell you this…but…um…” Your voice echoes in his mind, as if the next few moments are a fever dream. But, it’s not. 

You like him

Y/n likes you. 

That’s what you said, and he was NOT making it up. Or, what you whispered. Quiet as a mouse, you wanted to say it. You were hoping to some degree that he didn’t hear you, but he did. 

Raph stands up in front of you, his eyes not leaving your form. It is then that he helps you up, and just leans in. Despite being the overconfident one of the group, he wasn’t feeling the most confident right now. But, this is what he wanted. It’s what you wanted, too. 

You go a bit on your tippy toes, cupping Raphael’s cheeks as his hands go around your waist to pull you as close as ever. Your lips coming together as one, tasting all of him, as he tastes you. 

You like it. 

And guess what? He does, too. 

You and Raphael stay like this for a moment, until he smirks into the kiss, biting your bottom lip. He’s getting confident again. You didn’t pull away, in fact, you practically moan when he does that. 

“Ya know,” Once you pull away for air, Raph’s the one to talk first, “I like ya. Too. Ya’ve been there fa me. I…really appreciate ya, Y/n.” Words like these never came easy to Raph. Shell, they’ve never came to Raph at all until this moment. But,  he had to let you know that. He appreciated YOU. 

“Ya think we should do that more often?” Raphael teases. Ugh, he’s too hot to be a tease as well.

“I…I think so too.” Raph already has you stumbling on your words. But, he gets a kick out of that from you. He dives in for the second kiss, only for you both to land on your bed from all these pent-up emotions for each other hitting you like the Cowabunga Carl party van. 

And when he asks if you didn’t mind kissing a mutant turtle, you answer by kissing him first this time. And oh, the look on his face said it all. He truly, truly appreciated you and all you had to offer him.

“Thanks. Fa everythin, Y/n.” The red-banded turtle was never good at being vocal with gratuity. He always showed it. But right now, before he leaves out of your window after the long awaited slew of kisses, he has to tell you. 

“See you, Raph.” Once again, he disappears into the night after saluting you. Unbeknownst to Raph, you struggle to fall asleep- restless and jittery- you couldn’t wait to kiss him again. 

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Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Just lots of fluff and happiness.

Summary: Based on this imagine. Requested as a full length fic by @sweetestgbye and @lemond57

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Your little girl was now six weeks old, having been born three weeks earlier than expected. But she came into the world with a loud cry, and had ever since demonstrated her father's stubbornness when resisting to sleep.

Thorin could see the dark circles beneath your eyes as you nursed your daughter. "Once she has nursed, head to bed, my love. I will remain with her for a while."

"I can't. She needs me with her," you argued.

"As long as one of us keeps an eye on her then she will be fine. Please go to bed. You are exhausted."

Once she had finished nursing, you handed the wriggling bundle to Thorin. His face immediately beamed with happiness and pride. It made your heart swell with love for them both, never-ending and unyielding.

"Bed, please," Thorin said again.

You walked over to your bed and slipped out of your shoes and pulled the covers aside, slipping into the warmth and comfort. Immediately you felt your whole body begin to descend down into a place of peace. Every worry, every thought, all melted away.

Your eyes fluttered open, and as you came back to the waking world, you were greeted by a sweet tune. The tune was paired with a voice, deep, but mesmerising. It was that of your husband.

"Sleep, my little one," he ushered. Then he began to sing again. His fingers plucked the strings of his harp, the harp you had gifted him on your one year anniversary of marriage, only two months before your daughter was born.

You looked across from the comfort and could see Thorin's back. He was sat on the edge of the bed, his harp between his knees. Your daughter's cradle was only a foot or two away from Thorin.

Slowly you got out of bed and walked around the edge, smiling as Thorin continued singing and playing his harp. There would never be any greater love you would ever feel than what was in your heart at that moment.

Thorin never noticed you until you sat beside him and rested your head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head and continued playing.

Your little girl was lying on her back, her eyes closed.

As Thorin stopped playing, you took his hand in yours and held it tight. "You two make me the luckiest person to have ever lived," you said softly, and a tear of joy slipped down your cheek.

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Burn For You - Thorin x Fem!Reader

Rating - R-18+; Contains Sexual Content Please Beware!

Pairing - Thorin x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Smut, language, screaming, mention of scars, female reader, female genitalia (reader), male genitalia (Thorin), nicknames (mainly reader), creampie, fluff (cheesy fluff).

Pronouns & POV - They/Them, third-person-ish

Summary - In a moment of panic the dwarven king proclaims you are his spouse and to your shock, everyone believes him due to a presumed meaningless kiss. Out of the pureness of your company's hearts, you and your 'lover' are sent off upon a honeymoon.

Word Count - 5.8k+ (generic plot & questionable smut)

A/N - This is based upon an edit I made on tiktok (here), though I am sure this idea has most likely been done before, whilst editing I just thought it would be fun to write. I have been having writers block lately so I apologize if at any point it seems off or forced! I also apologize in advance for any grammar or anatomy errors, I do use an online grammar checker yet it does not catch everything and I do just genuinely suck at anatomy. I try my best to keep the reader as vague as possible so you may fill in the blanks. (If you saw me accidentally post the draft no you didn't) I do not own any characters mentioned in this fic! (Except maybe the vague mention of Kili & Tauriel's child?)

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The tap of your bare feet against the creaking floor echoed throughout the luxurious room, the massive cypress walls towering over you as you reached the opposite end for what felt like the hundredth time.

The luxurious room you had been sent to out of the kindness of your company's heart, though this kindness was not one you expected nor did you deserve as this kindness was extended towards you in the illusion of a pre-existing marriage between you and the dwarven king. A falsified marriage.

A loud groan escaped your lips as you cradled your face within your soft palms, your torso hunching over allowing your fingernails to rest against the cold wooden walls. Out of all the idiotic, selfish, and outright miserable plans Thorin had to get you involved in he had to settle on this!

It was only a few days prior when the newly crowned king had come rushing over to you, the clink of covered feet meeting the cold ground echoed throughout the stone halls as he inched closer to you.

"Y/N, I do not have much time to explain, however," He began, his voice wavering slightly as the cold mountain air graced his lungs. "I need you to agree with me in a few moments. Please."

The words were barely given a chance to process as you were approached by another dwarf, a friendly face whom you had accompanied throughout their treacherous journey.

"Thorin! There you are, lad." The elder dwarf stopped a few feet across from you, lowering his head slightly towards you as his lips curved upwards into a kind smile.

"Balin, may we discuss this matter later?" The king pleaded as he inched behind you as if you were a shield against his kind adviser. "We cannot! You have her waiting in there, Thorin...she's mortified." Balin sighed, his calloused fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as his eyes shut for a moment.

"As am I!" The deep voice boomed throughout the busied halls, all noise within the mountain came to a halt as the words bounced from one end to another. "Thorin, I understand this is not what you had planned but it must be done for our people!"

"I cannot be wed to her!" The king continued to inch further behind you, the pressure of his muscular arm embracing your lower abdomen the only thing that proved he had not fled.

"Thorin, I understand you dislike her but you may grow to love her one day if you just-" The adviser's words came to a halt as his eyes finally opened, the sight of his king's arm wrapped upon your waist making his eyes widen further.

"I cannot marry that woman as I have already wed," Thorin announced leaving the pair of you stunned, your eyes darting between the king who peeked out from behind you towards his adviser. "Y/N is my wife. I shall not entertain such thoughts of marriage outside of my own." The words ringing throughout your ears as your lower fell open, your mouth agape like a fish freshly pulled out of water.

The grip upon your waist tightening as the king stood upon the tips of his toes, his hot breath upon your breath as the corners of his lips curved upwards into a smile. "Go with it, please." The low whisper barely caught your ear as his rough lips pressed against your cheek, a heat quickly spreading beneath the flesh of your cheeks while your eyes widened to match the size of his adviser's.

"You are?" A pale bushy brow raised in your direction as desperate ocean eyes burned into your skull, a low exhale escaping your nose before you leaned into the king's sturdy grip. "We are, we've been wed for a while now." The warm embrace of your soft palm against Thorin's cheek made him momentarily melt within your touch, a familiar touch he had forgotten how long he had truly yearned for.

"We were waiting to announce our marriage, we wished to have Erebor reclaimed before any joyous occasions took place." Thorin's explanation caused the elder dwarf's face to break out into a wide smile, his gaze upon the two of you softening as he welcomed both of you within his tight grip.

"That is wonderful, Thorin! And such a wonderful wife you have wed!" The tight squeeze around you two tightening further for a moment before he released, soft pats on the back being switched between Thorin and yourself as the wise dwarf went on about how wonderful your marriage would be for dwarves and humans.

"Though this is a joyous occasion, I am afraid I have to extend the news to our guests...and pay that bet. I guess that kiss did mean something after all..." The last bits of his sentence barely caught your ear as the wise dwarf turned away from the pair of you, both left in shock within the soft grasp of one another as the wise dwarf rushed off in the opposite direction.

The click of the heavy wooden door unlocking anchored you back from your deep thoughts, the anger within your veins momentarily replacing with hope as you approached the dwarven king. The way your desperate gem-colored eyes peered into his hopefully tugged within the strings of his heart, was he truly that awful to be around?

"Please tell me you found a loop-hole." The softness of your tone further tugged at his strained heart, the low sigh escaping his slightly chapped lips telling you everything before he could even speak.

"Y/N, I am aware this is not ideal-" "Oh, do you Thorin?!" You scoffed as you turned away from the dwarven king, your gaze fell upon the low fire. "I had plans, Thorin! Plans I intend to see through!" The fire crackled and hissed as you tossed another piece of wood into it.

"I know, Y/N. I know." The king's low sigh was shortly accompanied by your bed creaking beneath his weight, his calloused hands cradling his skull as he searched his mind for anything that may save the two of you from this embarrassment. "For now, we should rest and attempt to enjoy this honeymoon."

"So this is what you call a honeymoon?" The words coming out as a low scoff as you rested your upper arm upon the brick fireplace, the soft heat which emitted onto your arm soothing compared to the nip of the bitter air outside.

"Thorin, we have been pacing around our separate rooms trying to outrun this elaborate ruse!" Your voice rising with anger, one hand tightening around the edge of the upper fireplace whilst the other embraced your thumb tightly. "We're doomed, Thorin! We can't escape this!"

"Y/N, stop it." The warning within his deep tone merely added more fuel into the fire which roamed throughout your blood, the subtle dance of anger which swayed throughout your blood at his previous actions turned into a full-blown waltz of rage at this sudden command.

"Oh, please forgive me, your grace!" You scoffed as you turned towards him, his head still rested within his palms as if he were a dwarfling in trouble. "Your grace?" His gaze never met yours as his ocean eyes stayed glued upon the wooden floor.

"You can't even look me in the face!" "That's not true!" The blur of his brunette hair moving back catching your eyes before the deeply pained look upon his face did, the endless waves within his ocean eyes filled with guilt as they burned into you.

"And now I am forced to lie in this mess you made!" Your gaze quickly darted away from his back onto the low fire, fire you wished would overrun this room and save you from this mess.

"The mess we made, Y/N. I did not force your hand." The creak of the bed shifting at the lack of his weight echoed alongside the low crackles within the room, though he was right you did not need to play along, the statement did not aid the anger you felt.

"This was all your mistake!" "How is this my mistake? You agreed to this!" His voice rose as anger trickled into his veins, anger at himself rather than you. If he were man enough and simply confessed far before that woman stepped foot upon Erebor soil this might not have happened yet in a moment of panic, he acted upon an idiotic plan to cling onto you for one last time.

"You kissed me after the battle, Thorin! Do not act as if you have forgotten!" A familiar heat flooded beneath the flesh of your cheeks as the vivid memory of that day came back to you, a memory which always accompanied the lingering sensation of his lips upon yours.

The battle began to die down, corpses of your fellow friends and foes flooded the battlefield alongside the wounded yet you still pushed on. The clink of your covered feet against the icy ground was the only noise you could hear other than the ringing within your ear, the once brutal feeling of the freezing air nipping against your opened wounds going numb as your burning limbs pushed forwards.

Every corpse you passed upon the trail momentarily catching your gaze, each unknown corpse granted filled you with a moment of relief and further pumped adrenaline within your veins. Your sight narrowed down the path before you while you continued to sprint forwards, silently praying to the gods you would not find your friends like this. Not now nor ever.

"Y/N!" The hoarse yell stopped all movement within your body, your head whipping around towards the direction of the voice, a wave of relief washed over you as you began sprinting towards the golden-haired dwarf. "Fili!" Your hoarse voice was full of joy as you threw your arms around him ignoring the ripping pain of your wounds within your skin, one of Dis' sons had survived!

"How injured are you?" The panicked question caused laughter to slip out of the dwarf's chapped lips as you looked over his form, the smallest shake of his head making your brow furrow slightly. "Y/N, this was war. I am lucky to be standing in front of you right now." The warmth of his calloused palm against your clothed shoulder momentarily soothing away the nerves within you, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you nodded your head.

"What of Thorin and Kili? Did they-” ”They live, I promise you that." The joyous news of your friends' survival made your legs tremble beneath you, the panic which once fueled you now drained away as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. "The gods have been kind today." The whisper catching the golden-haired dwarf's ear as you brought him into another embrace, your body trembling as you clung onto his shorter form.

"Fili!" The boom of Thorin's voice interrupting the tender moment between you and the often pesky dwarf you called a friend, the corners of your lips curved upwards into a wide smile as you released the tight grip upon his nephew. "I'm over here, Uncle! I found Y/N!" Fili shouted back as you turned around, relieved laughter slipping through your lips as you waved up at the new king and his other nephew.

In what felt like a matter of mere seconds the remaining kin of Durin stood beside you, Kili was quick to throw his arms around you while Thorin lingered a few feet behind. "Any poisoned wounds I should mind?" "You get shot with one, one, poisoned arrow and that is all you are known for." The youngest dwarf scoffed as he pulled away from the embrace, the attempt to seem annoyed quickly failing as laughter bubbled out of his throat.

Laughter which had died down the moment his uncle began to approach, the crunch of his heavy boots against the ground filling the tense air as your gemstone eyes glanced over him. "Y/N." His nephews were quick to nudge you towards him, soft giggles barely catching your ears as they attempted to shush each other.

"You're bleeding." His gaze softened as it fell upon your open wounds, worry and rage trickling within his veins as his calloused palm wrapped tightly around your upper arm. "Who did this to you?" A faint hiss escaping your lips as his thumb traced around a wound, a low sorry escaping his lips as you shook your head.

"Thorin that is not important-" The words dying upon your tongue as a calloused palm encased your cheek, the sudden sensation of his chapped lips upon yours and tickle of his beard against your soft skin froze every muscle within your body. Your eyes widening as his lips melded into yours for a few moments before he pulled away, though you had not expected it the lack of warmth against your lips left a lingering desire for more.

"It is important to me, Y/N." Words that would keep you up from the sweet embrace of slumber, words which would fill your mind within your most peculiar of daydreams, and words you secretly dreamed of being true despite your current anger towards it happening within these moments.

"I was prepared to take my life that day!" The king's deflection snapping you out of your haze of memories, memories you still longed for despite the fear you felt within those moments. "Thorin you do not understand." You groaned, your soft palms covering your face as an annoyed exhale escaped your nostrils.

"Then help me understand, Y/N." His tone softened as he began to move towards you, the floor creaking softly with each step he took. "With that kiss, I stole your fate, Thorin!" The moment your hands slid off of your face you were greeted with his ocean eyes peering into you, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he shook his head slightly.

"Y/N, I stole your fate that day." "Repeating me, Thorin? We are not children." You scoffed moving back from the dwarven king, his eyes softening with sadness at your sudden movement. "I stole your fate-" You began to deflect his words yet the words died upon your tongue as Thorin began to move closer to you. Though his height was not mighty, the anger that had irradiated off of his body made him appear far mightier than Beorn.

"No, I stole your fate!" The boom of his voice bounced off of the cypress walls before catching within your ears, a calloused palm encasing your shoulder with a tight squeeze. "Thorin, I do not understand...you did not mean for this to happen." Your words made the king shake his head with displeasure, the waves within his ocean eyes dying down as he took a deep inhale.

"And now you may be forced to love a man you hate..." A sigh escaped his lips as he released his grip upon your arm, his gaze slowly shifting from yours onto the floor. "Thorin, I..." Any words you could think of died on your tongue as you stared down at the dwarven king, a twinge of guilt trickled within your veins.

"I know you do not feel the same, Y/N, but I burn for you." The volume of his words a mere whisper as his gaze stayed glued upon the floor, the possibility of his one denying his affection far more terrifying than any blade Azog wielded or the heat of Smaug's breath.

"You burn for me?" Your voice matching his in softness as you cradled the side of his face within your palm, his gaze shifting up towards you while he softly nodded into your hand. "I burn for you." He repeated, the waves within his ocean eyes rising with hope as he stared into your gemstone-colored ones.

"Thorin, I burn for you." The words left the dwarven king stunned for a few seconds, his eyes widened in shock as his mouth fell open. "I...say it again." The words a soft plea as he leaned further into your touch, desperate for the warming sensation to assure him that this was in fact reality and not but another dream.

"I burn for you, Thorin. I burn." The words were barely given a chance to leave your soft lips as his chapped pair encompassed them, his lips tasting faintly of ale and apples he consumed moments before his entrance into your room.

The lids of your eyes fluttered shut as the king melted within the touch of your palm, your lips parting slightly allowing his tongue to slip within your mouth. The shared thud of your heartbeats began to rise in pace as the hand which once cradled his scratchy cheek roamed throughout his silky locks as you continued to breathe each other in.

Time around you came to a halt, a wave of warmth tingling throughout your body as you felt the leaning of weight against you, his muscular arms pulled you in closer as he continued to claim your mouth with his.

The warmth upon your lips suddenly departing along with the pressure of his weight against yours, the lids of your eyes fluttering open as the sensation of his lips on yours lingered behind.

"Why did you stop?" The question came out as a whine as your glazed-over eyes bore into his, the corners of his lips curving upwards into a gentle smile as a soft exhale escaped his nose.

"Because I fear if I did not I would no longer be able to restrain myself." The smooth flesh of your chin resting on top of his balled-up fingers as his calloused thumb lightly traced the shape of your plump lips for a few moments before he backed away from you.

"What if I do not want you to restrain yourself?" The floor creaked underneath your bare feet as you closed the newly created gap between you and the king. "Y/N," The bright glint within his ocean eyes dimmed at your words, his teeth sinking into the inner flesh of his cheek. "be careful of the words you speak." He warned lowly, his shorter stature inching closer towards you pushing you back towards the bed as your lips curved upwards into a mischievous smile.

"Or what, your grace?" The words were not given a full chance to escape your lips when his lips covered yours again, the harmonious way your lips melded against one another was purely hypnotic beyond all reason.

The familiar taste of his lips against yours further silenced all thoughts as a wave of warmth spread throughout your body, his toned arms pulled you in closer as they wrapped behind your neck.

The lids of your jewel-colored eyes fluttered shut as the fluttering beneath your ribs intensified, your knees growing weaker with each kiss as you could only focus on how perfectly his lips felt upon yours.

Though the lids of your eyes fluttered shut, his ocean ones stayed half-opened as he would often gaze upon you each time he pulled back for air allowing him to take in all of your perfection at your most relaxed state.

You were everything he could have dreamt of and more within a partner and now he had you for himself, part of him wondering if this was another cruel fantasy yet those thoughts faded away as he felt the sway of your body against his.

His rough hands were quick to slide out from behind your neck and onto your shoulders, pushing you back onto the bed before your knees gave out on you. The bed creaked slightly at the shift in weight as you sank into the plush mattress, your eyes opening at the sudden movement as you shifted your weight up into your elbows propping yourself up to gain a better view of the man who towered over you.

The speed at which your chest rose and fell quickened as his lust-filled eyes burned holes into your sprawled out form, the corners of his thin lips curved upwards. "I need you to tell me to leave right now if you do not want this," The hotness of his breath tickled your lips as his lips hovered over yours. "if you do not want me."

"Thorin, shut up and fuck me." The man before you wasted no time shedding his garments, his calloused hands quick to unravel yours. His hands momentarily hovering over your bare form, all words and thoughts being freed from his mind as he stood there in awe of the deity sprawled out beneath him.

To say the gods had taken their time carving you out of the most luxurious marble was truly an understatement within the king's eyes, each inch of your flesh more heavenly than he could have ever dreamt of. Gazing upon you was as if someone had gathered all of his desires and melted them down into a cast of a human's form, or rather a deity as he refused to believe someone as purely ethereal as you could belong to them.

His calloused hands began to roam your heavenly form, slowly gliding down every curve and ounce of your flesh. The tips of his rough fingers lightly kissing each scar and indent your flesh held for a moment before gliding to the next mass of flesh, though your skin held imperfections, each one only made him love and admire you more.

"You're perfect." The vibrations of his words against your neck accompanied by the faint tickle of his fingers inching closer towards your lower abdomen sent a shiver down your spine, his lips pressing against the flesh between your neck and shoulder, nipping at it slightly sending another shiver throughout your body.

His sturdy hand inching closer to the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, the tip of his thumb hovering a mere speck above it before delicately coming into contact with it. Small circles being traced upon your clit as he sucked upon the most sensitive spot on your neck, your toes beginning to curl at the sudden sensations as a soft gasp slipped through your lips.

While his thumb toyed with your sensitive bundle of nerves the tips of his opposite fingers ghosted over your glistening entrance, the faint pressure and burn of his thick fingers delving inside of you allowed yet another gasp to slip through your lips.

His fingers filling your dripping cunt to the brim, the gentle stretch deep within you making your eyes loop upwards towards the back of your skull, his fingers moving at a painfully slow pace allowed you to feel every stretch and curl of his fingers deep within you.

"Thorin, please." The desperate whine was music to his ears, his fingers coming to a complete halt inside of you despite your displeasure. "Please, what?" "Please fuck me already." Another displeased whine escaping your lips as the pressure within you subsided, his glistening fingers hovering out of your drenched entrance as he pulled himself away from you.

"Patience, my love." The king hummed lowly, his calloused hand wrapping around his enlarged cock before he aligned the tip with your entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock against it slowly allowing another displeased groan to slip through your lips.

"You're such an ass-" The attempt to speak dying upon your tongue as the tip of his throbbing cock began to push inside of you without fair warning, a mischievous grin spread upon the king's lips as your hands slid up from the bed and onto his hips.

The faint sting of being stretched out as he continued to ease his cock into you accompanied the sting he felt as your nails dug into his toned hips, the gentle sting of his cock stretching out your inner walls allowed your eyes to roll to loop up towards the back of your skull.

Though you had imagined this moment many times before yet nothing you had imagined before had lived up to this, it was as if the gods had handcrafted him meld with and within you perfectly.

"Fuck." He groaned tilting his head backward, the lids of his eyes fluttering shut at the heavenly sensation of your drenched inner walls squeezing around his throbbing cock. His length slowly slid out of out, nothing but the tip resting inside of you for a few moments before he pushed into you yet again.

A slow rhythm arising from his hips as he continued to thrust into you deeply, each inch of his aching cock carving itself deeper within your heavenly walls at each movement he made. The once silent room filled with only the small crackles of the fire quickly filled with the melody of his skin slapping against yours.

The tip of his calloused thumb coming into contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves as the speed of his hips slowly began to quicken, your nails dragging down his hips to the sides of his thighs as a familiar tingle began to rise from the tips of your toes.

"You take me so well, wife." The groan of praise coming out as a tease as his hips continued to slam into yours, each thrust striking the most sensitive spot in your core as the movements of his hips became rougher. His calloused thumb tracing small circles on your clit as he leaned his weight further into you, stretching out depths you had yet to reach before him.

The intense squeeze earned another groan from his thin lips, his eyes squeezing together tightly for a moment as the speed within his hips became faster. The near entirety of his weight in each thrust as he attempted to cling onto the sensation like the way your drenched cunt clung around his cock.

A familiar knot began to tangle within the pit of your stomach as he continuously struck that spot deep within you, your hands sliding away from his hips back to the furs beneath you. "Oh fuck! Right there, please don't stop!" You yelped out, your loud cries ringing throughout the room.

Any concerns which previously lingered within the dwarf's mind fading away at the sound of your moans as his lust consumed him while he attempted to recreate that motion, a faint burn spreading throughout his hips which he paid no mind to as he continuously struck deep within your core.

"Ah!" His hand gliding away from your sensitive bundle of nerves and onto your thighs as his thrusts quickly grew animalistic, small trembles wracking throughout your body as you clawed at the furs beneath you. A faint sheen of sweat glistening upon your forehead as you tilted your head back against the plush mattress, the fresh marks he had left upon your neck on full display.

"Fuck! Thorin, I can't hold-" The choked out words being cut off with whine as the knot within our stomach threatened to split, soft groans escaping his lips as your pussy clenched around his throbbing cock.

"Then don't." He whispered, the burn within his hips turning ablaze at the pace of his animalistic thrusts. Each thrust rammed his cock into the most sensitive spots within your core as he reached his hand back between your legs, his thumb finding its spot upon your tense bundle of nerves as he circled it perfectly.

"Let it all out, my love." He hummed through moans of his own, the knot within your stomach tightening as a familiar static spread up from the tips of your toes, each sloppy thrust nudging you closer to the endless abyss of pleasure you had yearned for.

Despite your grip tightening upon the furs beneath you, your limbs began to feel as weightless as the birds which soared throughout middle-earth.

The rough tip of his thumb gently grazing the now overly sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. "Oh!" Your body arching into his touch as your nails clawed deeper into the furs beneath you, a wave of electricity roaming throughout your body as the knot deep within you snapped. His name was an endless prayer upon your lips as you sank deeper down that heavenly abyss, small trembles wracking throughout your body as your pussy fluttered around his aching cock.

How your flesh bounced so perfectly with each thrust he made, how your hands clawed at the furs beneath you desperate to keep yourself steady, how your inner walls fluttered and tightened around his cock as you sank further down into the abyss, and how his name was the only word you could muster as he relentlessly pounded into your beaten cunt was nearing far too much for the dwarven king.

"Fuck, Y/N!" The low words lightly nudging you back into reality, everything still a haze as your cunt continued to milk around his cock, the crisp air finally greeting your lungs while you trembled beneath him. His hips relentlessly slamming into yours as the strings within him pulled tightly, the knot deep within his stomach at the verge of snapping.

A spew of ineligible moans slipping through his lips as his hips continued to roughly buck into yours, a hand gliding down from your left thigh back in between your legs. The tip of his rough thumb quickly circled on your clit as he desperately attempted to pull on more orgasm from you before he rode out his own.

"Holy fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The pathetic cries of the king echoing throughout the room as his grip upon your thighs tightened, the skin on his knuckles turning as white as the snow outside your door as the knot within him finally unraveled.

His weight further pressing into you while his hips roughly bucked into yours, his thumb twiddled around the sensitive bundle of nerves sending another wave of electricity wracked throughout your body.

The knot within his stomach completely unraveled as white-hot ribbons painted the inside of your depths, the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim with him pushed you off the endless cliff of pleasure.

Your toes curling as your body trembled beneath him, the creak of the bed ringing throughout the room alongside your ragged breaths as he leaned his weight into yours. His head buried within the crook of your neck, his rough hands moving away from their previous positions as he cradled you within his toned arms.

"I've got you." The words were nothing but breathy laughter while his cock continued to pulsate deep within you, the faint tickle of his lips upon your neck accompanied his hot breath as he muttered sweet nothings in dwarvish.

Many of those sweet nothings were confessions of his undying love and admiration for you alongside his soft thanks to the gods for creating you, his better half, his one.

"Are you okay?" His brow furrowing with worry as he raised his head from the crook of your neck, the corners of your lips curving upwards at the worry within his tone. It was as if he was not slamming into you mere moments before, his rough palm cupping the side of your soft face while he looked over your bare form.

"Thorin, I am fine." The hoarse words scratching the back of your throat upon exit, your brows furrowing together as you hummed slightly in an attempt to soothe it. Had you truly been that loud? A faint heat radiating off of your cheeks as you leaned into Thorin's gentle touch.

A relieved chuckle escaped his lips as his grip upon you loosened, pulling his softened cock out of your depths before lying next to you wrapping you back in his muscular arms. A pleased sigh escaping your nose as you inched closer towards him, the weight of your head against his chest allowed his hazy smile to grow wider.

"I'm sorry that I-" His words came to a halt as your finger rested upon his chapped lips, a faint shushing escaping yours as you snuggled further into the king. "Thorin, my love, I do not have the energy for any discussions right now." The soft hum nearly masked by the low crackle of the fire not far from you, the warmth which radiated off of the dwarf beneath melting away the last bit of energy your body held.

A low chuckle vibrated against your finger as he took your soft hand into his calloused one, the faint tickle of his beard grazing upon the back of your hand as he pressed his lips against it. "Rest all you need, my heart. I will still be here when you wake." The soft embrace of the furs around your bare form was quick to lull you into a peaceful slumber, the corners of your lips curving slightly upwards into a blissful grin as you melted into the soothing embrace of your lover.

The welcoming embrace of sleep not far behind for the king yet he forced the lids of his eyes to stay open, wanting nothing more than to gaze upon the beautiful creature who rested upon his chest. The faint golden heat from the fire glowed cradled your stunning features, the faint smile upon his lips grew wider as a pleased exhale escaped his nose, how kind the gods were to bless him with such a strong, clever, and overall stunning spouse.

Within these blissful moments with you, he had finally realized that all the hardships he experienced throughout his travels and the sickness he experienced within the mountain's halls, what he was truly seeking, what truly put him under a spell, was you.

The tips of his fingers lightly traced upon the golden light that cradled your cheek causing you to stir slightly before melting further into his chest, the soft pressure of his lips upon your forehead one of the last actions he did as the soothing harmony of sleep called his name.

The once elaborate ruse had quickly become the truth making the return upon Erebor soil far less stressful than expected, the most stressful event to transpire that day was Dis tackling you onto the cold marble ground whilst screaming up and down the mountain halls that she finally had a sister.

The king's nephews, or rather your nephews, following within their mother's steps as they spun you around gifting you with the title "Auntie" before rushing to every dwarf within Erebor to give a proper introduction of you despite Thorin's complaints, complaints which died down the moment he watched you stick out your hand and proclaim yourself as part of their family.

The simple action sealing your fate within those mountain halls, a fate you welcomed with open arms and a smile similar to how you would greet every dwarfling, and later a tiny red-headed dwelfing, that ran over to you in glee with tales of their own to share.

A wide smile glued upon your lips as your previous company began to tease you upon the knowledge of your new title after an onslaught of tight squeezes, all within Erebor welcoming you as one of their own as news spread throughout middle-earth of the rise of the new heart within the misty mountain, you.

Maybe, just maybe, one of Thorin's elaborate ruses was not so awful after all.

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Ever since I was little and my tmnt hyperfixation was at it'd peak I always thought that the 2007 TMNT was severely underrated. Like hello? Are we forgetting Raph as the Nightwatcher (and his fight with the lil red monster in the Diner)? Are we forgetting April and Casey (god I loved April sm!) Are we forgetting the adorable moment between Dinnie and Mikey when they get scared shitless by the 1st monster they encounter.

I loved this film so much and I've just recently rewatched and Holy shit so many good memories were brought up. Its just sad to see the fandom slowly dying out