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Humbuggled

Raph x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW content 18+ only

This is probably the longest piece I’ve written, and I hope you all enjoy it. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! 🎄

Candy canes. Blech.

Hallmark Christmas movies. Gag.

Mariah Carey could take that song and shove it somewhere unpleasant. Barf.

Raphael wanted absolutely nothing to do with the holidays. It was too materialistic, too pepperminty, and there was too much red and green everywhere, even for him. Mikey constantly sang Christmas carols and Donnie was obsessed with Peppermint Mochas and iced cookies. Even Leo and Master Splinter were more cheerful than usual. But Raph just couldn’t get into it this year, not when he couldn’t have what he wanted most.

You.

You had entered their lives last winter, after the holidays were past. Over the last year, you had become a close ally and friend to the mutant family, helping out on missions and with medical care. You fit in well with his brother’s girlfriends and his father adored you. You were beautiful both inside and out, with mouthwatering curves and the biggest heart of anyone he’d ever met. He didn’t deserve you.

He was gruff, cantankerous, and decidedly not human. He would never be able to take you out and show you off. He couldn’t meet your family or friends, attend events with you, or even take you on a proper date. The fact was, he loved you too much to tell you how he felt. It wasn’t the fear of rejection that twisted his guts, it was the fear of acceptance. So, Raphael did the most selfless thing he had ever done in his life. He kept his feelings strictly to himself with the solid belief that his misery was best for you.

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Joe had fond memories of the Christmas season from when he was alive. There had been big family dinners, fun work parties, and mistletoe kisses. He found that watching the unusual family he had posthumously adopted enjoying the holidays warmed his soul. Over the last two years, he had successfully helped Leo and Mikey unveil their feelings to the lovely ladies they were head over heels for, and helped put the spice back in Donnie’s relationship with his girlfriend. He was proud of his track record. There was just one brother left and good grief, did he ever need Joe’s help.

Raphael.

The big brute was so damn stubborn. You were the perfect woman for him but he had some self-righteous notion that you would be better off with a human companion. He wouldn’t even consider talking with you about it. Joe wanted to shake him.

Even worse, Raph wasn’t exactly into the idea of the lair ghost. While Leo and Mikey were both more attuned to the spiritual anyhow, even scientific type Donnie had been easier to convince. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe. More that he just wanted nothing to do with it. Joe pondered the situation as he observed the turtles enjoying their Christmas Eve party.

Dinner had been boisterous but clearly delicious, and afterwards, everyone settled down around the living room area to watch Christmas movies. Master Splinter retired to his room. Leo and his sweetheart piled up together in the oversized recliner. Donnie settled on one end of the couch with his girlfriend curled up in his lap. Mikey and his girl made a nest of pillows and blankets in the floor in front of the tv and snuggled close together. That left the other end of the couch. Raph sat heavily with a slight scowl, knowing you would take the spot beside him. Joe rolled his eyes. As you approached the couch, he gave you a little shove so you stumbled and fell into Raphael’s lap. You scrambled up with an apology on your lips. Raph looked pained as he helped you sit beside him. Then he crossed his arms and directed his full attention to the movie. Joe watched the hurt flash across your face and felt a twinge of sorrow on your behalf. He was tempted to smack the turtle on the back of his dense head.

“What did you pick to watch?” Leo asked Mikey.

His girlfriend answered for him, “A classic! The Muppet’s Christmas Carol.”

Mikey started the movie and everyone quieted down to enjoy the film. Joe was still trying to figure out how to help you and Raph reach a point of understanding when he found himself watching the movie. He chuckled to himself as he compared Raphael’s sour approach to the holidays with Scrooge onscreen. And that’s when it hit him. It was time to try his hand at dream walking.

Raph was about to meet Joe, the ghost of Christmases past, present, and future.

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Somehow, you had dozed off during the movie. Raph went stiff as your head fell onto his large bicep. He could smell the scent of your shampoo wafting up from your hair all sprawled over his skin. Fuck, you smelled incredible. It took all his willpower to remain stoic throughout the rest of the movie. He woke you as the others were making their way to their respective bedrooms.

“Hey tiger, movie’s over,” he muttered, nudging you gently.

You blinked bleary eyes, then noticed everyone else was gone. You looked up at his handsome face, feeling your heart clench. Now was your chance.

“I’m too tired to try to make it home,” you mumbled, making your voice sound as sleepy as possible. “Can I stay the night here?”

Something you couldn’t identify flashed in his eyes but was gone within seconds. He nodded hesitantly.

“Sure, ya can have my bed. I’ll sleep out here on da couch,” he replied.

Your heart sunk. You were hoping he would share the bed with you, but knew better than to push him. Maybe he truly didn’t have any feelings for you. It was entirely possible that the times you caught him staring at you had nothing to do with love or even lust. You sighed wistfully, then bid him good night.

As you snuggled down in his bed, his rugged scent enveloped you. Your body heated with want while your eyes pricked with tears. You fell asleep hugging his pillow.

Raph tossed and turned on the couch with thoughts of you curled up in his bed driving him to madness. Sleep came reluctantly as he fought the fantasies invading his thoughts. Joe stood at the end of the couch close to Raph’s head, waiting for the moment he succumbed to rest. The second he went under, Joe reached out and touched him, entering through his mind’s eye in the center of his forehead. He went straight to the ninja’s memories and searched for just the right one.

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Raphael looked around in confusion. He recognized the building he was in, but he hadn’t been there in several months. In fact, he’d only been there once: the night he met you.

“Remember this night, Raphael?”

Raph startled at the unexpected male voice. He whirled around, hands going for his sai. A nondescript male stood behind him with hands in the pockets of his khaki pants. His hair was a golden brown and the shadow of a beard covered his jawline. Brown eyes that saw far too much stared back into Raphael’s green ones.

“Who da fuck are ya?!” he snarled, twirling his sai expertly in his large hands.

The man smiled, “C’mon, Raph. You know who I am.”

The large turtle growled and began to circle the man, who for his part, didn’t look concerned in the least.

“If I knew, I wouldn’t’ve asked ya, asshole,” he retorted.

The man sighed, “The name is Joseph, but your brothers prefer to call me Joe.”

Raph froze. There was no way. This was a dream, right? It had to be.

“I musta had some bad eggnog tonight,” Raph snorted. “Dreaming about a damn ghost. Mikey’s got in my head.”

Joe chuckled softly, “Ah, Mikey. He’s pretty happy now with his girl. That’s why I’m here, Raph. I want you to be happy, too. And frankly, you’re about to blow it. Y/n is perfect for you.”

Raph frowned, “I’m not trying to get with y/n. She deserves better than a mutant freak like me.”

Joe pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered, “If I wasn’t already dead, you’d give me an aneurysm. Listen, altruism is fine and dandy but the woman wants you. Badly. She’s been in love with you for months.”

“Bullshit.”

Joe gestured toward the door, “I’ll prove it to you. Consider me your Ghost of Christmas Past.”

With that, he walked through the door, expecting Raph to follow. After a brief argument with himself, he gave in and sought to catch up. Past the open door was a scene of chaos. One of your coworkers had been fired and returned to work with a gun. You were one of his hostages. Raph spotted you hiding under your desk, frantically texting on your phone to reach your family, afraid you wouldn’t get to tell them that you loved them. He started towards you, but Joe placed a hand on his arm.

“This is just your memory. You can’t alter it. Watch her carefully, especially once you begin to interact with her,” he advised.

Raph’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. A moment later, he and his brothers snuck into the room unseen. Well, not totally. He was watching you closely and saw your eyes widen in shock as you spotted the mutants. Then, you focused specifically on him. He felt butterflies in his stomach at your perusal of him. You were glued to him as he swiftly disarmed the disgruntled worker, awe evident on your face. When Mikey found you and coaxed you out from under your desk, you were cordial but still kept your rapt attention on the red brute.

“See?” Joe asked, smugly.

Raphael’s slowly growing smile dropped instantly.

“Don’t prove nothin’.”

Joe groaned, “You really are stubborn. Alright, let’s take a visit to the here and now. Ghost of Christmas Present, at your service. Let’s go!”

He turned on his heel and went back through the door they had just come in. Raph shrugged and followed, wondering why they were going back to the previous room. When he passed the threshold, however, he found himself in his own bedroom. Joe gestured toward the bed where you laid in deep slumber.

Raph gazed at you, your arms would tightly around his pillow, and his blanket wrapped about your body. You looked peaceful and perfectly at home. The sight of you sleeping in his bed did something to him. He could picture you there every night, clinging to him the way you held the pillow. He’d never been jealous of an inanimate object before.

“Look at her there,” Joe murmured. “Like it’s where she belongs.”

He watched Raph closely. A range of emotions flickered over the terrapin’s face. Desire and love warred with doubt and insecurity. Joe knew that he needed to give the affectionate emotions some reinforcement if they were to overcome Raphael’s deepest fears. He stepped closer to you and touched your forehead, giving you a momentary dream of being in the big brute’s arms. You sighed happily in your sleep and mumbled his name reverently. Raph startled at that and Joe smiled.

“She’s dreaming of you. Raphael, she loves you. Why can’t you just tell her how you feel and give both of you what you want most?”

Raph squeezed his eyes shut tight. You deserved more, right? Why was his argument in his head getting fainter? The voice of reason was fading fast. He growled in frustration.

“It's because I love her that I keep my mouth shut,” he grumbled. “I want’er to have a good life and I ain’t good enough for her.”

Joe could see the cracks in his facade. Raph was starting to give in. Well, one more try should do the trick. Time to pull out the big guns. He walked over to the big guy who was still watching you with love in his eyes. Joe snapped his fingers and suddenly, everything went black.

Raph felt panic bubbling in his chest when suddenly he was standing in a foggy cemetery before a tombstone with his name on it.

“What the fuck?!” he snarled.

A figure in a black cloak stepped out from the fog and Raph once again reached for his weapons. Then, the darkness within the cowl began to hoot with laughter. The cloak fell back to reveal a very amused Joe. Raph was absolutely pissed.

“What is all this shit?”

Joe wiped the imaginary tears from his eyes as the cloak faded and the scene around them went fuzzy.

“Ghost of Christmas Future!” he chuckled. “Oh man, you should have seen your face! Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

The scene around them began to come into focus again but this time it was at the top of the Empire State Building. It was winter still, you were bundled up and he was even wearing warmer gear. Raph raised a brow at the nerves he saw on his dream version’s face. Then, shock dropped his jaw as he watched this other Raphael get down on one knee with a beautiful ring to propose to you. You squealed your “yes” loudly and threw yourself into his arms. Tears rolled down your cheeks as he shakily slipped the ring on your finger. Then you kissed him soundly.

“I believe y/n thinks you are more than good enough for her. You are her choice, Raphael. She’s just waiting for you to choose her, too.”

Raph felt a lump in his throat as he watched the scene before him. You kept kissing him and he looked happier than he’d ever been. Could Joe be right? Was this truly his future?

“You have a decision to make. I suggest you make it quickly. Merry Christmas, Raphael.”

Raph started to ask the spirit a question when he suddenly found himself jerking awake, still on the couch in the lair. It took him a moment to reorient himself. Was it all made up in his head? Just a dream brought on by stress and his brothers’ ghost stories? He sat up and debated his next move. He looked over at his bedroom door, and flinched in surprise when the doorknob twisted and the door swung open. He waited for you to come out, but after a minute, he stood.

“Joe?” he whispered.

When no one responded, he crept forward quietly and peeked through the doorway. You still laid in the same position from his dream and clearly, you were not the one who opened the door. He felt his stomach flutter at the implications.

“Okay, I believe ya now,” he said to the darkness.

He stepped into his room and closed the door behind him. Switching on the lamp next to his bed, Raph shook your shoulder gently.

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You came awake to a gentle nudge and blinked sleepily in the low light of the bedside lamp. The first thing you became aware of was a large shadow hovering over you. You flinched and opened your eyes wide in fear until you realized who the shadow belonged to.

“Raph? What’s wrong?”

The large turtle scratched his head, looking sheepish. In fact, you had never seen him look so uncertain before. You sat up and patted the edge of the bed. After a moment of hesitation, he sat. He suddenly found a callous on his palm very interesting. Glancing at your phone on the nightstand, you saw that it was 2am. What reason could he possibly have for waking you?

“Raph,” you coaxed gently, “what is it? You know you can tell me anything right?”

He took a deep breath and decided just to spit it out. Bracing his heart for rejection, he made himself look you in the eye.

“Anythin’?” he asked. “Even if it changes everythin’? Even if…if it’s…that I love ya?”

You froze. Were you dreaming? Did he really just utter the words you have been desperate to hear for months now? You swallowed hard and then pinched your leg hard. Damn, that hurt. Okay, not dreaming.

“You-you love me?” you squeaked.

His cheeks turned a darker shade of green. He began to wring his hands nervously, averting his gaze to his feet.

“It’s fine if ya don’t feel the same,” he started, but you didn’t give him a chance to say more.

You launched yourself at him, tackling the unsuspecting brute backwards on the mattress. He landed with an “oof” as you wrapped your arms and legs around him like a little monkey.

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” you chanted, littering his face with kisses as happy tears pricked your eyes.

Raph was stunned at your reaction to say the least, but as soon as his brain caught up, he grabbed your cheeks and took control. Slanting his mouth over yours, he coaxed your lips open for his tongue to explore. You were just as eager to kiss him back, holding his shoulders tightly as you still lay over him. One of his large hands tangled in your hair as the other drifted down to press on your lower back. Your core ached almost painfully as desire rose swift and strong. How long had you wanted him? How many times had you touched yourself to daydreams of Raphael fucking you in every position you could dream up? Maybe it was too soon, but you were ready to beg him to take you right now. As something thick and long began to harden against your crotch, you surmised that it might not take much to convince him.

“Raph,” you groaned, pulling your head back to stare into his lust-blown pupils. “Please, I want you.”

Raphael was breathing hard, his cock laying heavy between his legs. He couldn’t believe this night. First, you loved him back, and now, fuuuuuck.

“Ya sure bout dis?” he asked with some concern, his hands kneading the rounded globes of your ass unconsciously.

You leaned forward to nip at his lips, then yanked the T-shirt you were sleeping in over your head. You had already removed your bra before going to bed, and he couldn’t help that his eyes were drawn to your tightly hardened nipples.

“I can’t think of a better Christmas gift you could give me than to make me yours,” you confessed. “It’s all I want.”

His hands wrapped around your ribs, thumbs teasing the underside of your breasts as he savored your words.

“Hearing ya say that ya love me, that’s gift enough fer me,” he smiled, “but I’d be lyin’ if I said I hadn’t been dreamin’ bout dis for a long time.”

“Me too,” you breathed, reaching down to tug your leggings and panties off.

Raph looked you over so intensely that your cheeks began to warm. You motioned at his shorts and cleared your throat.

“Aren’t you going to undress?” you asked, pointedly.

He lifted a brow and smirked as he set you beside him on the bed. He stood and shoved his shorts and boxer briefs down to the floor. The monster of a cock that bobbed before you gave you pause. This was it. He was going to ruin you for anyone else and dear god, you were here for it. You licked your lips and you could swear it twitched in response. Scooting to the edge of the bed, you reached out and ran a finger from base to tip along the underside. A rumble that you recognized as a low churr gave you the confidence you needed, and you grasped him in both hands. Leaning forward, you began to corkscrew the base and popped your pout over the tip. You couldn’t take him too far yet, he was so thick! Saliva ran down to soak your fingers as you messily sucked what you could fit in your mouth. A spurt of precum on your tongue just made you suck harder.

“Fuck, yer mouth is incredible,” he moaned. “Too good, ya gotta stop.”

He tugged at your hair until you pulled off reluctantly. You pouted at the pause.

“Hey now, I getta turn, too,” he chuckled.

He pushed your shoulders back until you were laying on the mattress. His hands ran up the back of your legs until he had your ankles in hand. He knelt down, resting them on his shoulders, and breathed in the tangy scent of your arousal. Using just the tip of his tongue, he slid it slowly up your slit. The flavor was like nothing he had ever tasted before and he dove in for more. Lapping and gathering your wetness on his tongue, he slurped and swallowed loudly. Your body shuddered in response. No one else had ever been so enthusiastic about eating your pussy before! You could definitely get used to this.

“Raph, I’m gonna-“ your words became a moan as an orgasm crashed over you in overlapping waves.

He worked his tongue deep within your walls, drawing out your release, and drinking you in. Damn, you were so tight! He worked a finger inside, focusing his licks on your clit. He had to prepare you if you were ever going to take his massive manhood. He kept thrusting his finger, and as soon as you tensed for another release, he eased his other finger inside your pulsing walls.

“It’s too much!” you wailed, head thrashing from side to side.

Raph pressed a firm kiss to your inner thigh, murmuring, “I know ya can take it, baby girl. I ain’t no little human man. I don’t wanna hurt ya when I fuck ya.”

You nodded in understanding and tried to relax. After several minutes, you noticed that your pussy wasn’t squeezing nearly as tightly around his thick digits. The female body truly was an amazing thing. You licked your lips, catching his gaze.

“I-I think I’m ready.”

“Ya sure?” he asked, sliding his fingers out. He sucked your juices from each digit, watching the way you eyed his mouth. “I’m sorry, did ya want a taste?”

Suddenly, his tongue was pushing past your lips. He wrapped you in his arms and then rolled so you were laying atop him once again. Seizing the moment, you rubbed your wet folds up and down his length while you tangled your tongue with his. Sitting up, you angled your hips just right and the tip of his cock nudged your entrance. You placed your hands on his plastron to brace as you took your time easing down. It was a good burning stretch as you took him inch by inch. He held still, his only movement coming from his fingers trailing up and down your thighs. You let out a sigh of relief when you finally rested flush on his groin. You traced the scars on his handsome face as you gave your body time to adjust. You loved it when he was maskless. He grabbed your hand and tenderly kissed each finger before laying your palm against his pebbled cheek. Your heart melted all over again and you felt the need to tell him just what he meant to you as you began to roll your hips.

“I love you…so much,” you whispered, “for so many different reasons.”

He started to speak but you laid a finger over his lips. The easy, leisurely rhythm you set was sweet but he wanted so badly to lose himself in you. Resisting the urge to buck, he resigned himself to letting you keep the reins, for now.

“I love how brave you are and…..and how strong. Mmmm…..Your sense of duty and your loyalty to your loved ones is, ah, commendable. You make me feel…small and delicate…but also, you make me feel like I’m an important part of the team,” you paused as pleasure mounted, rendering your speaking abilities moot.

Raph was getting a lump in his throat listening to you and the last thing he wanted to do was cry during his first time having sex with you. He decided to take advantage of the moment and rolled with you.

“I think if ya can still talk, I ain’t doing it right,” he smirked.

He slid his arms under your back and gripped your shoulders, as you lifted your legs to wrap around his hips. Then Raphael did what he knew he was best at: losing control. Your breath hitched and panted as he fucked you, holding nothing back. Pain and pleasure blended until you couldn’t tell the difference between either and frankly, you didn’t care. It took all your willpower not to scream and wake the whole lair as he sent you careening into your third climax of the night. You clawed his shoulders desperately, mewling into his throat, as the sudden onslaught of his cum sent tingles through your overstimulated cunt. He grunted and growled as he emptied himself, feeling utterly satisfied.

Raphael rolled with you once again, letting you lay half over him, uncaring that his seed was trickling out of you all over his thigh and the bed. You snuggled into his side with a contented sigh, worn out in the best possible way. He kissed your sweaty forehead and brushed your hair off your face.

“I can think of a million things I love about ya,” he murmured, “but I think my favorite is that a beautiful woman like you, can actually love a big, ugly beast like me.”

You smacked his plastron, “Hey now, that’s my boyfriend you’re talking about there, mister. He’s handsome and sexy as hell and I don’t want to hear you say any different.”

He chuckled, “Aight, aight, don’t get yer panties in a twist.”

“Good night, Raph. I love you.”

“Night, tiger. Love you, too.”

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Raph awoke to the sound of loud whispers outside his bedroom door. He nudged you and held a finger to his lips as you came awake.

“Don’t you want to know if they slept together?”

“Maybe she isn’t even here!”

“Her purse and jacket are still by the couch. She’s here.”

“Guys, do you think they ‘did it’ last night?”

In unison, the voices whisper-shouted, “Shut up, Mikey!”

Raph rolled his eyes and you giggled.

“We can hear you numbskulls,” he called out.

The voices hushed. Then you grinned wickedly at your new boyfriend.

“We’ll be out in a few minutes!” you added.

There was a multitude of gasps and a loud “I told you guys!” from Mikey. Then the voices drifted away from the door.

“Ya know, they are gonna give us hell,” he chuckled.

You planted a kiss on his snout as you sat up, “Let’em. I got you and nothing can bring me down.”

You looked around for your clothes when a thought struck you.

“Hey, Raph?”

“Hmm?”

“What made you decide to wake me up at 2am to tell me how you feel?”

The sheepish look was back on his face as he pulled his underwear and a pair of sweatpants on. You located your clothing and got dressed, waiting patiently for him to answer. Finally, he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, ya know the stories about the lair ghost?”

Your eyes widened as you nodded, “Yeah.”

“Turns out, he’s real. He, uh, talked me inta telling ya that I love ya.”

“Holy shit.”

He shrugged, “That’s the reaction I had, too.”

Once the two of you joined the rest of the family, hand in hand, they wanted to hear how you and the gruff brother ended up together during the night. Raph begrudgingly admitted that he had a little ghostly help. Still a bit skeptical, you brushed the idea off. Until the star on top of the tree suddenly started glowing brighter than it should.

“Guys?!” you hissed.

The others all turned to look with a collective gasp.

Leo was the first to lift his cup of tea, “A toast to Joe! Without whom, we wouldn’t be celebrating the season with our loves.”

“Here, here!” came the cheer as each one lifted whatever drink they had.

Master Splinter watched the apparition smile as Joe soaked up the joy of the moment. He had much to thank the spirit for. Seeing his sons so happy was the greatest gift the old rat could have received.

“Merry Christmas, my friend,” he murmured, lifting his own tea cup and winking, as Joe’s ethereal jaw dropped in surprise. ♥️

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Serendipity (2007!Raphael x Fem Reader) 1

CHAPTER I: GENESIS

Chapter key:

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= perspective change

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Ah, Physics.

        The best part of class, which is the last part of the class, to be exact. Sure, the break in between classes was a close second, and we were able to walk freely around Roosevelt University, which was a perfect photo op in your opinion; being in the heart of Manhattan in New York City. Your desk, closest to the window and air vent, a win-win situation made a good view for both the instructor and events happening outside. You could glance outside and watch athletes run the track, or you could glance to the middle and watch the empty football field be chalked for the foul lines, the crease for lacrosse, or the goal line for soccer. You could also watch the large jumbo Tron present the weather, time, and school mascot (which was a Tiger) all at once that was rimmed with the red and white colors of the school. If you were bored enough, looking to the right would show the boundary dividing campus and the city life. You could watch people call taxis, run frantically to their jobs to clock in on time, and, if you were lucky, watch a crime get busted by the police. The opportunities to get distracted in Physics were infinite. Quite possibly, your seat placement was the leading cause of your grade being in the low 90s and not the highs like it is for every other class, except Calculus, which was in the mid-80s.

         To you, physics was a breeze. To most, it was hell, and whoever created the course and made it a required class should jump in the Atlantic Ocean. However, when it came to the exams and pop quizzes, you maybe once or twice glanced at your desk neighbor and good friend Teddy, only to "compare" answers. 

        You listened absentmindedly to the best Physics professor to exist in your opinion, Mrs. Scott. You felt bad for students who were less fortunate and did not have Scott, and had Mr. White or Mr. Lesser- Lord knows those two can't teach if their life depended on it. If only Scott taught Calculus, then you'd be set for life.   

        "Now the million dollar question...." Mrs. Scott erased the lesson learned today on the whiteboard- she was old school, and technology wasn't exactly her best friend, so the Smart Board Screen was forever a blank black abyss that reflected the students in the front row desks like a mirror. You finally gave your full attention to the words being written on the board, and for a moment glanced at the clock.

        'In T minus 4 minutes, I'll be free!' you cheered, feeling a sudden wave of energy to answer the last question of the day, and of the week before the next one on Monday. You looked down at your Physics textbook, and your sky blue spiral notebook knowing what was to come. Usually, before the class ended on Fridays, Mrs. Scott would write a question pertaining to the week's lesson that you had to answer, and whoever could explain it in full detail got extra credit. This was a perfect opportunity to change that low 90 into possibly a mid 90.

        "Why do boomerangs come back?" 

        Score! An easy question if you paid close attention during the partner lab on Wednesday. You structured your answer in your head and raised your hand in anticipation and restlessness.

        "And no Google!" Numerous groans and sighs filled the room, as many kids put their phones and laptops away, already quitting. 

        Mrs. Scott looked around the room, only for her eyes to land on yours.

        "(Name)?" Considering nobody else knew why a boomerang came back, your pride was soaring.

        "Boomerangs work on the same principles of aerodynamics as any other flying object; the key to how a boomerang works is the airfoil. An airfoil is flat on one side but curved on the other with one edge thicker than the other - this subjects the boomerang to lift, keeping it in the air. The lift is generated because the air flowing up over the curve of the wing has further to travel than the air flowing past the flat side. The air moving over the curve travels faster to reach the other side of the wing, creating lift. A boomerang has two airfoils, each facing in a different direction. This makes the aerodynamic forces acting on a thrown boomerang uneven. The section of the boomerang moving in the same direction as the direction of forwarding motion moves faster than the section moving in the opposite direction. Just like tank tracks moving at different speeds, this causes the boomerang to turn in the air and return to the thrower." Once you finished, the hour and 30 minutes of physics were complete, and the day was done. In just a matter of seconds, all students were out the door.

"Nerd alert." Teddy snickered as he got up from his seat. You noticed he possessed his signature wine red football jersey that had the colleges “Roosevelt” logo on the upper chest area, with the bone white “#54” on the front, back and sleeve, his last name owning the same pure white color on the back. Whenever Teddy or any player wore their jersey, it meant there was a game tonight.

Teddy Wilds. While almost all jocks were assholes, Teddy was an exception. Shaggy chocolate brown hair, army green eyes, pale skin and a structured face, he was every girl's teenage dream. Except yours. The first time you both met was last semester in chemistry, and the trend of having Teddy in your science classes continued into the next one. When he isn't being harassed by girls in physics, he's talking to you or placing bids on Ebay for the newest piece of tech or even a signed football.

"Oh whatever!" you replied, lightly pushing him away as he placed his hand on the back of his neck.

"Home or away tonight?" You asked out of curiosity, it wasn't like you were going to go, but it was nice to know; and hey, maybe you'd change your mind. 

"Home at 7, though, it'd feel more like home if you came." Teddy replied flirtatiously. His voice was a bit deep, but it still reminded you of someone going through puberty even though Teddy was already 20, as he still had little voice cracks here and there.

Teddy was a total weirdo, but he never failed to make you laugh at least once a day.

"Where'd you find that one on the internet?" You ask while putting your bag on your desk, firstly putting the heavy textbook in, then the other items. Once done, you slung your backpack on your back. It is a bit miraculous how you have no back problems due to all the weight you put on your back.

"Like I would reveal," The brown haired boy scoffed. "But you should come, s'not like you have assignments due today." 

 “I'll ask Jade if she wants to go. See ya 'round, Teddy. If I’m a no-show, text me how it went." You saluted as you finally walked out the lab room, hearing a “Gotcha!” From Teddy. 

Now, you are ready to start your weekend. In all honesty, you didn't really participate or show "school spirit" per say; hell, you didn't even know the Boys Basketball Team won sections last weekend against another rival college until yesterday. 

Once you went from the fourth floor to the school entrance, you immediately felt the chilly November winds hit your face. You were more than lucky you decided to throw on some sweats than your blue skinny jeans, as they warm your legs up a bit. Your eyes scanned the scene in front of you: the many conversations occurring, the laughs of some and the arguments among others, groups of friends leaving together in one direction, and others in the opposite. Some cars fly out of the parking lot in a rush to get home, and other students get on the bus to take them home. Finally, off of campus grounds, you sighed in relief. The weekend officially started, and you had nothing but time to waste. Now on the streets of New York City, you put your earbuds in to block out the noise and fish your phone out of your pocket to pick a song.

~

You passed through Central Park, then past the many shops and stores after leaving, knowing the exact way to your tiny apartment. You strolled and glanced at the many people who passed you by, only seeing their faces for less than a second, only to never see them again. It seems every hour is rush hour in NYC, but at 3pm in particular, it seemed the most crowded and busy, which always delayed traffic and a longer time to get home for you.

You thought to yourself as you continued to walk home if you should go to the game or not, and texted your friend Jade to hear her thoughts on it.

3:20: (Name) 

Wanna go to the FB game today? I'm indifferent tbh :(

3:22: Jade

Hmm, idk 0-0, I'm not doing anything, but seeing our school lose(when do we not, we're only good at lacrosse- and basketball) is gonna hurt the small school spirit I have left :(

3:22: Jade

What do you say about coming over later? You can’t say no to a sleepover! *O* let's rage gurl! 

3:23: (Name) 

I'll bring the fun stuff :) and we’re pretty decent at football when we wanna be.

3:24: Jade

That sounds highly illegal. 

You’re not wrong, but exactly! ‘When we wanna be’ tisk. tisk.

Bring Stella!

3:26: (Name)

You know what I mean, dummy. And you know Stella won’t leave her bed if I didn’t bribe her with food.

3:27: (Name)

Coming by around 7! (don't forget like last time -_-) 

3:27: Jade

It was one time! 

Well, you were definitely getting an earful of Teddy next class on Monday, but hey, you can't compare a college event to best friend bonding. You then thought of what to put in your overnight bag later, and made a note to bring a few movies and CD's to play at Jade's place.

Jade Santos. Lacrosse player, and a true artist. One of your closest friends. 

When your parents found a Uni that only accepted a few, and you were lucky enough to get accepted. You were craving city life, and a different atmosphere. The only thing that came with this move was there was no way your parents were quitting their jobs to work in the city, so with the help of your weekend and summer job and your parents, they're able to pay rent for your tiny apartment that you were happy enough to call your own. Jade was the third person you befriended after she asked you to take a photo of her on your camera for her to keep- and any photo opportunity you were there for the taking. Not long after, she returned the favor by painting you a beautiful landscape on a canvas that screamed 'Bob Ross.' Once you got to know her, you loved being around her. Ever since, you've been conjoined to the hip, and good friends.

Sleepovers with Jade were definitely nights to remember; as they consisted of snacks, pizza, dancing like idiots on her bed to whatever song that played on the radio or CD, talking about the latest gossip going around campus, new music, and taking photos on one of your disposable cameras that you developed in the nearby Walgreens the next morning. After doing so, it was Y/n and Jade Sleepover Tradition that you would go to James’ Diner- which was the one you waited tables at for a job- a few blocks away to eat breakfast together. 

After half an hour of walking home from class, you finally made it into your apartment complex. It was a bit more secluded, yet it was still a bit dangerous. A notorious gang called the Purple Dragons resided in your area sometimes- (they often moved around)- and caused nothing but mischief, only to be stopped by the police or- if they're having an unlucky day- the Nightwatcher.

The first time you heard of the infamous Nightwatcher was on the news, then he- it was newly known as a male rather than a female--shown up in newspapers. For the most part, it seems most of the crime activity stopped by him happens around your area, quite possibly because of the Purple Dragons, and even some good for nothing criminals. You didn't think much of it, though you did a bit of research here and there, only to realize nothing but conspiracies and old news articles came up in the search results.

Taking your ear buds out from your ears, the music stopped, and the city's sounds were your new tunes. Before you walked into the entrance to your apartment building, you felt someone push by you harshly- nearly knocking you over.

"Watch it." A gruff voice said angrily. Turning around, you saw a pale slim guy with a black short sleeved sweater that showed his slightly muscular arms. He looked a bit sketchy, but your typical New York jerk at a glance.

You flipped him off and replied with a simple "Screw you, don't be rude, dude!" the man looked down at you, his tattooed face and gloomy burnt umber eyes staring you down in anger. With the hoodie shielding his identity from you, you had no idea what his face looked like. Rolling your eyes, you walked up the steps to the apartment building entrance and slammed the door shut, watching him fume with anger and hear his muffled voice as he banged on the door, yelling how ‘he’d remember this’ and 'he'll see you soon,’ until stomping off to a nearby alleyway, never to be seen again like most of the people in New York. You figured he was all talk and no action.

If only you would've seen the tattoo on the back of his neck, it possibly could've saved you from being in any type of danger tonight.

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Once you got to the 8th floor and unlocked your apartment door, you let out yet another sigh of relief -in pure bliss- as you were finally home, and you could relax for a few before you were off to Jades. You locked the door and made way to your bedroom, sensing your cat following behind you. 

"I see you Stella, even though I'm not looking at you, I still see you." You stated not turning your head- and got nothing back, but you could still feel her eyes not leaving your body as you slumped your bag on the bed and she hopped on it in suite- curling up into a small ball of shedding fur. You grabbed your camera from your bag and placed it on the corner shelf with your other ones.

You quickly took a shower- sad that you couldn’t take a long, relaxing steamy one like you usually do- and put on a pair of black leggings, black and white Vans, a plain T-shirt- which would be your pajamas for the night. You brushed out your hair, taking out all the knots as you went- and soon deciding to leave your hair out since you didn’t feel like fighting with it to get a hairstyle you desired. After, you opened your closet and took your overnight bag out and placed it on your bed, careful not to startle the Balinese. You went into the bathroom and took your comb and brush, the travel bottle of shampoo, conditioner and unopened box of bar soap to place inside your bag. Then, you looked around your room for any other things you should take until your eyes laid on your Polaroid.

---

Call Y/n obsessed, but that vintage polaroid was her favorite. 

She had gotten it as a “Good luck out there gift” from both her parents the day she finally moved in- without her knowledge, her mom placed it on her new bed, as it blended in with the rest of the clutter she had yet to unpack. Later on in the day, she received a text from her dad to “take pretty photos of NYC” knowing she loved to go sightseeing. New York City was the best place to do it! Aside from going to Roosevelt, it was also her reasoning for picking the beautiful state to finish high school. So, that she did. She took photos of whatever she could, even if it was a pigeon on a park bench- she took it. Then, Y/n had gotten more vintage cameras from a nearby Goodwill at a great price, starting her camera collection. This white Poloroid with a rainbow stripe running down the middle however, would always be her favorite.

---

After a little reminiscing about the camera your parents gave you, you also put it in your bag to take. You went back into your closet and took your work attire out for tomorrow to also put in it. You retreated back to the living room and turned on the television. It was Channel 5, the news, and you took a seat on the couch in front of the TV.

"NIGHTWATCHER STRIKES AGAIN. NYC CRIME RATE DECLINING FAST. IS PLAYING VIGILANTE OKAY?" You read the headline at the bottom, and then watched as an amateur camera-man got a shaky and blurry shot of the Nightwatcher. It was difficult to see, but you could still make out his figure atop the roof of an apartment building at night if you squint hard enough. You thought in your head about the headline. Is a vigilante really okay? I mean, going topside and busting criminals faster than the police can is not a bad thing, but most New Yorkers would say to leave the crime to the NYPD. But, the crime rate has gone down a bit from where it was last after the Nightwatcher showed up. So...maybe it's not so bad to have him around. You couldn’t imagine doing a better job than the authorities and NOT receiving any type of reward- specifically money- for the hard work you put in for keeping the city safe, and this dude did it for free. FREE.

After tuning in to the latest news story, it was now 6:11. You turned off the TV and headed toward the kitchen to feed Stella dinner and put cold water in her bowl to drink, hearing a loud THUMP when she jumped off the bed and light footsteps scurrying to the kitchen to eat the second you opened a can of cat food. After, you patted her head and left her alone with a goodbye and pleaded. 

“See you tomorrow night, please don’t break anything.” You stated, only to have Stella completely immersed in her meal, and not paying any attention to you- it wasn’t like Stella could understand you, anyway. 

With that, you grabbed the spare key to your apartment and opened your door, locking it behind you. Knowing Stella would need to be fed in the morning, you walked down the hall to the all-too familiar sunset yellow apartment door: 8-H. You knocked on the door, knowing the doorbell wasn't working. 

 After a few moments and some shuffling coming from the inside, an all too familiar male voice finally answered- 

"Um, one second!" You heard two hushed voices on the other side of the door, one being a voice that wasn't April's and you haven't heard before, and you were now a bit curious. About a minute or so later, you saw the lock of the door turn and open, revealing one out of the two who resided in 8-H. A jet black haired, hair gel free Casey Jones. 

"Y-Y/n! What's up kid?" A stuttering Casey asked, it was as if he was almost nervous. He placed his hand on the door frame and the other on the door, making it impossible to see the inside of his apartment's living space.

"I wish you'd stop calling me that, we're literally 2 years apart." You both shared a laugh. 

"But I'm not in College anymore--thanks to Google and April, I graduated" You rolled your eyes at the smiling idiot in response. You remembered the time you were in their apartment the same week you met them 2 years back, chatting it up with the couple and soon getting into the topic of school for the very first time. 

---

“I just...I feel like everyday it just gets worse.” April handed Y/n a cup of hot green tea with just the right amount of honey. Casey paused the movie he was watching- ‘Miracle’ was it?

“College is the worst aside from the parties. Not a day went by when I had a shitty day come to think of it. I’m surprised I balanced college and hockey without wanting to drop out and become a rapper.” Casey replied laughing to himself, April took a seat on the couch next to Y/n, taking a sip of her own cup of tea.

“As dramatic as he makes it, he’s right. I knew a friend who did a sport every season- tennis in the fall, swimming in the winter, and softball in the spring. She had a 3.8 GPA, even. Once Junior year came around, she couldn’t handle academics and athletics together and her grades started to decline. So, she didn’t swim or play softball that year. I didn’t do a sport, but I still struggled. I can’t imagine how stressed others were. School is meant to kick your ass, but you have to kick it harder.” April placed a comforting hand on Y/n’s shoulder, as she smiled in response.

“But, when you really need help, you should ask for it. I remember Sophomore year, the exact day I met Casey- who came to me begging for help in Geometry, and wouldn’t stop bothering me about it, until I agreed minutes later.” The red-haired girl stared at the ceiling, basking in its plainness, remembering her own school experience and how quick it all went by.

“I can’t believe you remember that! Then Y/n, I asked her to come watch my game, then homecoming, then I asked her out on a date, and then prom and then-” ''Slow down, Jones!” “Am I rambling again?” April laughed at her boyfriend, seeing how excited he was to talk about their history together.

“I know we just met on Monday but...I feel like I’ve known you for longer. You’d make a good therapist.” Y/n complimented.

---

"Is April around?" 

You hoped she was. Lord knows Casey can't take care of himself, let alone a simple task of checking up on a cat and feeding it. He most likely would oversleep and forget. 

"She's not, actually. She left for South America two days ago on a big business trip or something for some artifacts." Casey replied. Great. 

Casey Jones and April O' Neil. You were close with both of them, as they were the first two whom you met, and greeted you when you moved in down the hall from them. When you got to know them well, you would often visit and drop by sometimes just to talk. A bit more with Casey since he was around more than April. You ranted about class, and he ranted about work and trying to be perfect for April. You thought they were relationship goals, they were so in love and happy and you were happy for them. It made you want to be in a relationship and experience the same feelings. They were both extremely humble and fun young adults to be around. You liked to spend time shopping with April or spilling the latest gossip on anyone on campus (even though she finished college, gossip always keeps it interesting) and you liked to talk about how much you disliked a lot of people in your classes with Casey, or watch a football, lacrosse or hockey game with him since he loved the company, (especially hockey, since it reminds him of his ‘school days.’) 

"Wow, that's far. But, I'm actually not gonna be home until tomorrow evening, I’m spending the night with Jade, then I have to work from 8am to 5pm and I won’t have time to stop by here-I sort of need someone to feed Stella and see how she's doing in the morning, and April is always happy to see her…" You looked down at the floor, playing with the white earbuds in your hands. You did notice Casey tapping his foot at a fast pace, almost impatiently.

"That she is. I'd be more than happy to feed her for ya, Y/n. Responsible Jones at your service!" You looked up and saw Casey shooting you a toothy grin that made you snort. Who knew responsibility was in his vocabulary?

"Aren't you allergic? I can ask Mel downstairs, but I trust you and April more…" Casey shook his head, "That's what Zyrtec and Claritin are for, duh!" He exclaimed. 

"If you insist, Jones. I usually feed her around 7 to 8:30 in the morning,” You took a breath before you continued onto the rules part of feeding Stella. “Make sure to give her COLD water, not room temperature, she'll look at you like you're crazy- and yes, she’s silently judging you- and won’t drink it. It HAS to be filtered water, or she won't drink it. You can put one ice cube in her bowl, not two, or she won't drink it. Her food is under the kitchen cabinet--give her half the canned food and put the other half in a small container on the top cabinet and I'll feed her that one in the evening. Thanks!" Casey looked absolutely lost. 

"Picky cat- and I thought I was bad" He finally said in shock. Yep, Stella was one peculiar cat.

 "You are!" A voice beyond the door shouted. Well, it was definitely a male, who possessed a gruff and deep even, but not too deep voice. One thing’s for sure, it definitely wasn’t April.

'Oh' you thought. You didn't know Casey had company over. Hell, you didn't even know Casey had FRIENDS other than you. Then again, he and April were somewhat secretive when it came to their social lives. Casey whipped his head back at the source of the voice, raising his slender middle finger. He looked back at you and saw the look of curiosity in your eyes.

"Did I uh...interrupt something? You seem off right now." You stepped a bit closer to Casey, and he stepped back, clearing his throat. 

"Nah! Not at all! I just...didn't expect you this late ya know?" He laughed awkwardly.

You checked your phone, "It's 6 in the night, you're far from late." you sighed adjusting the strap from your duffle bag.

"6:20 actually." Jones stated matter-of-factly looking at the analog clock against the wall.

"Alright smart-ass, 6:20. So, here's the spare key, do NOT lose it. There WILL be consequences if you do." You handed the silver key paired with your lucky sea turtle Keychain over to your friend--who twirled it around his index finger. 

“And if I do?” The “all-natural” haired male challenged.

“I’ll get rid of all your Zyrtec and Claritan and swipe it for laxatives. Don’t play me.” Casey gasped, wincing at the thought.

“Evil!” 

“Well,” You started, “Don’t lose it.”

Casey saluted you. "Yes sir! I mean…ma'am." To which you rolled your eyes slowly in response. 

"Thank you, seriously. I'll text you in the morning to remind you even." You suddenly heard the same voice clear their throat in the background, and Casey gripped the door knob.

"Welp, I gotta go! See you…tomorrow I mean, Y/n- have a safe walk-BYE!" Casey stumbled over his words, getting quieter and muffled after every second due to the door closing more after each pause.

“Bye, let’s talk-…” With that, the door closed, and you were face to face with the deep yellow door after it cut you off.

“...later.” You finished your sentence to the door.

"That was…odd." You say to yourself. There was definitely something going on, but you had no time to do some FBI secret agent super sleuthing. However, this encounter was nothing new you’ve seen. Casey or April taking longer to answer the door, shuffling and other voices behind the door becoming silent once he opened it. The times you actually entered the house, you felt as if they were hiding something during your short stay. You never saw anyone else in the house except for April and Casey- but you had enough knowledge that they knew other people. You never asked them directly, but the time would come eventually. You put your earbuds back in your ears and chose a new song to listen to, walking towards the elevator and out the building entrance door once you reached the 1st floor, beginning your walk to Jade’s.

    What Y/n didn’t know, however, was that the person who she was curious about would come face to face with her soon enough.

NEXT CHAPTER: HERE

[vintagereigns]

“Ya’ can repay me in the mornin’.”

Warnings: NSFW (18+), Graphic language, Explicit language... 

Character(s): Raphael (TMNT 14/16) x Reader 

Tags: @aurora-the-kunoichi​ @moonlightflower21​ @donatello-writes​

A/N: I’m new to posting on this platform with my own content, so please be nice lol. This is my first TMNT imagine and, yes, I wrote it for my favorite (Raphael). Please excuse any mistakes that I made, I wasn’t sure what I was doing when I wrote this, haha. And to the lovely people that I tagged, I just wanted to see if you’d check it out, maybe give it a read? Maybe share it and let other people read it? You don’t have to and my apologies if you didn’t want to be tagged. I know Raph may not be your turtle of choice, but I was just looking for some feedback or something. Again, thank you if you do and I understand if you don’t want to read it or share it. 

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The sound of the clock ticking annoyed her right ear and her heavy eyes stared up at the ceiling above, watching as the fan spun just enough for a cool breeze to blow through the room. It was completely dark outside, possibly about two-am, but she just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. The large window on the far wall was ajar, the light curtains blowing with the breeze of the late-night wind. It wasn’t too loud outside, yet she still couldn’t fall asleep. 

Lifting her cell-phone in front of her face, she unlocked it with her thumb and went straight to her text messages. There was a certain name she had been looking for and when she found it she sent a simple greeting just to make sure he wasn’t busy or asleep. She placed the phone on her chest and within the next few seconds, the phone buzzed against her skin. He was awake and had told her to hang tight, that he’d be over within moments. 

She waited anxiously in her spot, her foot rubbing against the other underneath the dark comforter. Her heartbeat slowly picked up with every little noise from outside. She knew he was coming, however, that didn’t stop her stomach from knotting up or her heart to rise until the thumping of the organ could be felt in her throat. Every time she saw him, in light or in darkness, it was as if she had just discovered him. An aching feeling burnt in the pit of her stomach and it spread until her panties were soaked and her toes were tingling. 

The harsh thump against the fire escape alerted her of his arrival. Her hand reached to her right and she turned her lamp on, her eyes now fixating on his tall and strong body. He stood six-foot-six and his muscles made it hard for him to fit through her window, especially with the large shell hanging on his back. They stared at one another, his bright-golden eyes gazing down her covered body with his lip caught between his teeth. She couldn’t help herself and let her gaze rake up and down his form. 

“Ya’ couldn’t sleep?” His voice was decently deep and coated with a thick New York accent. He smiled and stepped forward, watching as she slowly sat up in bed. 

“No. I’m sorry if I bothered or interrupted anything-”

“Nah, ya’ didn’t. I’m actually glad ya’ texted me. Mykie’s been braggin’ about his winnin’ streak on Fifa and it was gettin’ annoying,” he chuckled and took a spot on the end of the mattress. “But I thought ya’ said what we were doing’ was over?”

“...Yeah, I know. I don’t know-” She was completely confused. There was a craving, a yearning, for him. His lips, his cold hands, rough skin, his voice. She had called their arrangement off, yet she seemed to find herself regretting it. 

“Ya’ don’t have to explain. I came, didn’t I? I guess ya’ can take that as a hint that I miss ya’ too.”

She nodded, yet she still wasn’t sure of what exactly to do. He looked at her and watched her face for any signal as to what move to make, but he didn’t find a single one. Placing his large hand on her leg, he slid it up until it grasped hers. She felt a surge of warmth slide down her until it reached the most sensitive part of her. 

“Raph…” She choked on her breath as his hand parted from hers and began to snake down to the band of her panties. He played with the elastic for a moment, one of his fingers rubbing up and down her slit. Raphael began to pull the blanket from her body. He wanted a full preview. 

His eyes flicked up to hers and he felt his cock harden in his shorts. She was staring at him, her mouth hanging open and her nipples peeking through the thin material of her tank top. Raph reached up and began kissing her neck, his teeth and tongue working to mark her flesh all the while one of his fingers circled her clothed clit. She moaned and moved her head, widening the surface area for his mouth. 

“Do ya’ want me to stop?” he whispered, his tongue staining her skin. She looked at him, her arm wrapping around his neck and pulling him in for a deep, tongue filled kiss. “Use your words, baby.” His lips left kisses from her neck all the way down to her cleavage. 

“No… please,” she begged, her eyes watching as he easily pulled her shirt apart, exposing her chest. 

“Please what, baby?” His mouth wrapped around her left breast, his tongue lapping around her already hardened nipple. 

“Please… don’t stop…” 

Raph switched his mouth over to her right breast, his hands still groping and working her left. She let her head fall back before looking back down at him with her tit still in his mouth. He made sure to make eye-contact as he bit down on her nipple and pulled gently before wrapping his mouth around her whole breast again. 

Raph sat up, his mouth coming off of her skin with a wet ‘pop’. His gear had already been removed before arriving in her apartment, but he still stood to his full height and removed the shorts that restricted his hard length from springing free. His dick bounced against the bottom of his plastron before resting heavily in his hand. Raph jerked the covers from his lover’s nearly-naked body and climbed back on the bed, his body resting comfortably in-between her legs. He kissed her thighs and bit down just enough to turn the skin pink. 

She watched him, still, from above and played with the ends of his tattered, red bandana. He was beautiful with it off, but she loved the way it looked on him. She always thought that the red cloth made his eyes seem brighter, yet hidden in the shadows of the mask. Raph began pulling her panties from her, cursing beneath his breath as he watched a string of her excitement detach itself from her pussy lips before resting in the cotton material. She was so wet, and he could smell her arousal. The closer he got, the stronger her scent was. He couldn’t help it and bit down harshly into her thigh, making her jump and jerk. 

“Sorry,” he said, his eyes darker and his voice deeper, raspier. “I’ve just missed how ya’ taste.” 

There was that same jolt of something indescribable. She loved when he talked dirty and, boy, was he good at it. His words could get so filthy, nasty even. Yet she loved it every time. And he knew it too, for he teased her with his voice many times before. 

Raph ran his tongue slowly up her closed slit, his eyes locked with hers again. He watched every deep breath she took, every twitch of her body, and listened to every small sound that left her lips. He watched her as he slipped his tongue between her folds and lapped up her juices, teasing her hole with his tongue. 

A growl-like noise left his mouth as he circled her clit with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. He let his hands wander up her body until they grabbed a hold of her chest and squeezed, his mouth still sucking and licking her pussy. Her head had fallen back moments ago and she couldn’t find the energy to pull it back up to watch him. But she did place one hand on his left one as it groped her chest, helping him squeeze her breast. All the while her other hand reached down to the back of his head and pushed his face into her, her hips jerking and grinding his against his tongue. 

Raph could tell that she was close to orgasming by the way her moans increased in volume. A smirk found its way onto his lips as he slid his tongue as far inside of her as it would go, his finger rubbing her clit for extra measure. She was grinding against his face and Raphael felt close to his own orgasm just by that alone. He felt high as he swirled and thrusted his tongue inside of her, flicking and licking against her tight walls. 

Her legs began to shake. Raphael had found that euphoric spot inside of her that not even she or her toys could find. He knew what was to happen next, so he flicked his tongue faster, as deep as his mouth would let him. Her hands grabbed his head as she cried out, her orgasm squirting out of her and onto the bed, her blanket, and even Raph himself. He tried to rub her clit to make her come again, but she was too sensitive and jerked back when his rough digit came in contact. 

Smiling, Raph moved upward until his lips found hers in a slow kiss. She was still feeling it and moved her head to rest into the crook of Raph’s neck. Raph kissed her skin gently before standing up and flicking the light back off, his large frame walking to the other side of her bed and climbing in beside her. 

“I didn’t do anything for you,” she whispered. Raph pulled her in for another gentle kiss. 

“Ya’ can repay me in the mornin’,” he laughed. She smiled and cuddled into him after he pulled the comforter back up and around their bodies. Raph pulled her close, her bare ass against his still-hardened dick,  and wrapped one arm around her torso, his hand grabbing her boob, and his other hand resting warmly in between her legs. “Get some sleep,” he whispered, kissing her head and relaxing against her. 

She had only nodded in response and Raph closed his eyes, his body pressed against hers, and let himself fall asleep- at least until he had to leave.

[imma-lil-teapot]

TMNT 2003/2K3 Headcanon: Crying - (Raphael)

Feel free to scroll past this first part if you’re not interested in my silly rambling and nonsense. I won’t mind. Promise. ;)

Alrighty then, lockdown has officially started here. :/ *Unenthusiastic streamers fly* Oh well, look what we have all the time in the world for: WRITING! *Enthusiastic streamers fly* Not too much extra to add in this regard since the last headcanon (thanks a bunch for the likes btw, guys :D ), so I guess we’ll just get right into it. :)

Please bear in mind that I’m SUPER rusty! Haven’t written in ages so there are bound to be typos and all matter of general errors scattered throughout the post. Don’t pet them! They bite!  

Anyhoo~ Despite attempting to create and share with the goal in mind to uplift spirits, I decided to start on a rather upsetting subject (PLEASE DON’T LEAVE! They end on happy notes ;) ) because, Imma just come and say it, I enjoy seeing my favourite characters shed tears (not for just any old reason -their personality plays a huge role in this- and CERTAINLY not for sadistic reasons, land sakes no! But… well, you’ll see~ ;) ) It makes me all gooey and fuzzy inside to see them display such raw emotion and I just wanna leap into the TV screen to hug and console them. I dunno why. Maybe I’m nuts like that. (Remembers Raph crying at the farm when Leo was badly injured and wishes she could just hug them all and take away the pain) Oh well, if you enjoy visualizing the same, then *High Fives*. :)

So yeah, if you read the title, you’ll know this is based on the 2003/2k3 series (my favs). Hope you all enjoy~ :D Grab tissues cause sad turts ahead! :’(

Jibber jabber stops here~

TURTLES~

LEONARDO

RAPHAEL - You are here

DONATELLO - Coming soon

MICHELANGELO - Coming soon

WARNING(S): Because of the subject, Angst and Hurt/Comfort will be present.

RATING: G (General)

WORD COUNT: Uhhh... *Shrugs shoulders*

ANYTHING ELSE TO ADD:

Well, you’re just gonna have to scroll down to find him, Master Splinter. ;) I really didn’t know what to add so... *Shrugs* And look at da squishy Turtle Tots, dey so cuuuuute!!! <3 

TO THE HEADCANONS~~~~

~RAPHAEL~

– With his infamous hotheadedness and quick capacity for battle, it’s of course natural at first for one to expect Big Bad Raphie-Boy to be completely opposed to the very thought of crying. He is the resident ‘tough guy’ after all.  

– However, this notion couldn’t be farther from the truth: sure, he can be brash, quick to temper and lash out at those that give him enough incentive to, but underneath that rockhard exterior beats the heart of a real softie, and when something truly upsets that tender muscle, you can bet Mr. Hothead’s not going to try too hard to keep the tears at bay. 

– He’s as passionate as he is headstrong, and reining in such powerful emotions proves to be difficult at most times for him, so out of the four of them, and given the right circumstances, Raph can be surprisingly easy to get the tears flowing.

-- He’s no crybaby by a long shot, mind you, but he also knows that holding back on the waterworks is pointless and makes one just feel worse in the long run. If you’re going to cry, just cry. Simple as that. 

-- Like all of his brothers, Red can’t handle the thought of losing any of his family and close friends. It tears him apart inside and he’ll desperately attempt to protect and prevent anything terrible from happening to them, but when it does, he’s an emotional wreck and doesn’t always know how to handle his distress.  

– His initial reaction is to be by their sides before becoming outraged, and depending on the different situations, it’s not uncommon for him to also nag and pass remarks at the injured brother(s). It’s the only real way of expressing his fear of losing them before dampness starts forming in his eyes.

– Despite his tough guy front, he’s not against crying in front of his family and friends at all. He knows his place and doubts a few tears will have them seeing  him in a different light, particularly his father/master and brothers for they’ve seen the worst in him on many occasions. 

– It’s only when a particularly harsh meltdown wishes to happen does Raph choose to spare them the sideshow; he knows it’s not a pretty sight, so before the sniffling begins, he leaves the Lair and heads topside for some much needed air.

– He chooses the nearby rooftops as his destination; the ideal location to let go of the ever building waves of raw emotion that continue to grip at his chest, and by the time he makes it up the fire escape ladder, he spares little time letting out a rough growl in frustration, kicking an air vent a couple of times for good measure.

 -- With some rage and frustration now out of his system, he heads on over to the brick wall and turns his back to it, roughly sliding down into a sitting position and exhales a dismal sigh. As he subconsciously replays the earlier events through his mind, he finally allows the next phase of his sorrow to surface unbridled. 

-- He dolefully holds his head in one hand and balances it on a single knee pad as the tears now begin to flow freely.

– They instantly soak into his mask, and he grits his teeth as he feels the surges of emotion wrack his entire body. He doesn’t characteristically whimper or sob when crying, but he coughs a lot, and his nostrils leak like a faucet, forcing him to frequently sniff and snort just in order to breathe. This is the very reason why he refuses to really break down in front of the the others; not because of his tenacity, but because he simply finds the whole affair gross. His family certainly didn’t need to hear him constantly hacking up a lung and sounding like an untuned trumpet every time he blew his nose.

– The episode doesn’t last too long, though, much to his delight, and after some more thorough nasal clearing, Raph then wipes at his still somewhat wet eyes and mask before drawing out another -now exhausted- sigh. 

-- He’d begin gradually twirling a single sai around whilst he collected his thoughts. It felt more natural to keep his hands busy than have them being static when he was feeling this way. As his demeanor altered, so did the actions he performed with it.  

– He wouldn’t return to his family just yet for there was still some brooding left to be done... At least that was what he’d convinced himself he was doing. He wanted a clear head when he returned so for now, he’d remain in place on the rooftop in the crisp air with the city bursting with life just below him. 

-- He had to admit, it was certainly the best place for him to be with his thoughts. Comforting in fact. A true New Yorker at heart.

BONUS EXTRA~

– Aside from having everyone special to him perish, one of Raph’s greatest fears is his inability to fully control his own temper. On more than one occasion has it gotten out of hand and thus resulted in him injuring his own brothers, and it had shaken him to the core each time. 

– He’s come to the realization that he is his own worst enemy when it comes to reigning in his own inner rage, and it uneases him immensely that it could happen again and he’s fully aware that the probability is higher than he cares to admit. The more he concerns himself with it, the more it upsets him and thus, the tears of frustration start. 

– Fortunately, his bros are there for him and can tell when he’s feeling low about it. They know the best course of action is to have a light-hearted conversation about it with him and offer their reassurances... With Mikey of course adding his own two cents on the matter in his unique Mikey style, which usually involves poking fun at his brother in red and causing Raph to go from broody to enraged in record breaking time. Just how it should be.

– Not only is Raph A-okay with crying himself, but he’s often first on the emotional support committee to offer the shoulder of comfort to his friends, amazingly enough, and he’s actually pretty decent at it too. Though, not for absolutely everyone; he has his limitations when he knows someone’s really just blubbering for attention.

– He wasn’t always so accepting of shedding tears, though: as a very young Turtle Tot, he often thought of it as being too ‘babyish’ for him to do and thus despised it whenever something happened to cause him to tear up. 

– It took Master Splinter a rather surprisingly lengthy amount of time to change his perception of crying. No amount of explanations on how it was a perfectly natural expression of emotion would sway his son. 

– It got so out of hand that Raph would be in utter denial about crying right in front of his father, even while the latter would be staring at his tear-stained face directly in front of him. “M‘not cryin’,” the little Turtle would sniff. “Cryin’s fah sissies.” 

-- Splinter could only sigh and shake his head as he knelt down to embrace his son. When could he feel that Raphael would not fight the closeness, he’d give him the same lecture again, and Raph would finally succumb to his emotions and sob into his father’s robe whilst Splinter comfortingly rubbed his shell.

-- He could only guess that his words finally got through to his son for ever since that day, Raph’s entire attitude had altered for the better on the subject.

BONUS EXTRA EXTRA FEMALE READER OR S/O EDITION~ (Can also use an OC/FC insert if you wish, up to you)

From the moment you entered the Lair, you could clearly see something was up; Mikey was nursing an obvious wrist injury with a bag of frozen peas and hovering around Donny’s work area, complaining about the swelling to the purple-banded Turtle, who appeared to be paying little attention towards his ‘younger’ sibling as his back was turned.

"Hi, (Y/N).” 

You visibly jumped at the voice behind you and briskly turned, only to meet Leonardo’s placid form, and he swiftly apologized for the start. 

After the formal greeting, you gestured with a thumb in confusion at the former scene with an added, “Do I want to know?”

The leader’s facial features altered to a more serious aspect. “The end result of testing Raph’s patience,” he offered, which instantly had you more than a little concerned. Sure, Mikey could come off as being annoying, but to go so far as to physically harm him? 

“Are you sure it’s not worse than ‘just a sprain’?” You overheard the injured brother asking Donny, whose focus remained on a contraption of sorts you couldn’t quite make out on his desk.

“Yes, Mikey, you’ll live,” he responded with just a hint of weariness. “But no swinging your nunchucks around for a coupla days,” which was met with a typical whine in response from his patient. 

“It’s really not as bad as he makes it out to be,” Leo then added, turning your attention back towards him. Though you didn’t express it, you were grateful to hear the good news.

"Where is he now?” 

“Topside most likely.” Of course. It didn’t surprise you in the least that Raph had chosen to head there and you quickly set a course for the surface. “Need an escort?” The leader in blue offered, to which you politely declined. You knew he needed no further explanation. 

As you pushed back the manhole cover and made your way towards the nearest fire escape ladder, you were unable to put aside the various speculations as to why your special Turtle would hurt his own brother... Well, you would be kidding yourself to say you didn’t have at least one very plausible theory in mind, but as you neared the top of the ladder, the guesswork was instantly dropped and replaced with trepidation for you knew how Raph felt about injuring family. 

To put it simply, you were going to be dealing with a very dejected Turtle, and true to form, as you peered over the top of the building, the iconic emerald green hide and red mask tails met your sight. 

This was Raph’s favorite spot to gather his thoughts after all, so it was a no-brainer decision to begin the search there, and it was clear as day that it was exactly what he was doing for he made no effort to acknowledge your presence as he remained seated against the wall in a slouching position and gaze locked out front. 

As expected, he appeared to be moping. “Hey, Raphie,” you greeted, clambering over the wall. 

You were unable to tell if he had been aware you were nearby for he made no prior indication but instead merely replied with a gloomy, “’Sup, Kiddo?” No movement whatsoever. 

It amused you whenever he chose to refer to you by that nickname, especially since you were both the same age, but as you ambled on over towards him, you were left anything but amused as your former notion was set in stone when you caught the telltale signs of wet stains under his eyes. “You okay?”

“Peachy.”

It wasn’t the first time you had witnessed ‘ol Red crying, but it didn’t prevent your heart from breaking all the same. Something about seeing the bullheaded bad boy in tears left you in a real state of dismay, so without invitation, you seated yourself next him, affectionately leaning against his side, but before the consoling could begin, you had to gently ask, “You wanna tell me what happened?”

“Ugh, it was so stupid! Mikey wouldn’t quit goin’ on n’ on about beatin’ me in the Battle Nexus tournament and kept rubbin’ it in our faces about becomin’ the champ,” he exclaimed with shockingly little provocation, sniffing loudly. “I jus’ got so sick’ve it this time, an’ it’s not like we neva duked it out before or nothin’ but... I went too far this time, (Y/N), ya know?” 

He still refused to look at you as he began to wipe away some fresh tears that were forming in his eyes.

Your assumption had been correct all along; you acknowledged full well how Mikey’s triumphant achievement grated on Raph’s last nerve and how the orange-banded Turtle would seek out every opportunity to gloat about it in a bid to purposely provoke his ‘older’ brother. “Well, you know Mikey, Raph,” you said, not quite sympathizing with the actions he took, but rather offering some support. “He tries to get under your shell on purpose.”

"Yeah, I know, but... Dat’s no reason ta clobber the guy. Not like that, anyway” You noted how his voice gradually lowered grievously and you couldn’t stop yourself from placing your head on his shoulder. 

“No, it isn’t, but...” you knew you were grasping at straws by this point, but still offered, “They say it’s not as bad as he makes it out to be.”

He sighed dolefully. “I lost control again, (Y/N),” and you could feel the vibrations beginning to surge through him. “No matta what I do, I jus’... I jus’ can’t...” He trailed off, wracked with emotions as he covered his face with one hand and allowed the tears to fall, a cough slipping here and there.

You heart bled for this boy, and more than anything right then, you longed to relieve him of the pain, so you did the only thing you could think of: be right there by his side, comforting him through the breakdown. “Oh, Raph. It’ll be okay,” you calmly whispered, slinking an arm around his carapace and shoulders, bringing him closer and lightly squeezing his bicep with your free hand. “It’ll be okay.”

He leaned into the much needed support and continued to allow his misery to flow forth. You didn’t mind in the least for it was exactly what he required in order to heal, and you would be there for him every step of the way.

AND THAT’S A WRAP!

ALL THE FEELS!! I EMBARRASS!!

WOOT, that’s Turt number two completed! Sorry it took a little longer than expected; I still feel rusty with sentence structure and all and am not entirely pleased with the outcome, but I did feel an improved ‘flow’ from the first so maybe things are slowly coming back to me? Or maybe it was the scenario; it felt more natural o write than Leo’s... Maybe cause Bloo Boi’s my fav Turt and I felt added pressure with his?

Oh well, Donny Boy’s next~

Thank you all so much for the read and hope you enjoyed~ :D

~Drag0n Mistr3ss’ Random Fandoms*

[samyp05]

Red Touch - You're starting to heal (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/SHGdvL3Ogab This is a fan fiction story about (y/n), who falls in love with the teenage mutant ninja turtle known as Raphael Hamato of 2014. He tends to fall in love with you. Unexpected emotions and feelings take place in this romantic fanfiction. For the tough turtle goes against his will showing the love that consumes him for you. *Please feel free to vote or comment at anytime. Thank you for reading, I really hope that you enjoy it ;)*

[someonefromabove]

K I had an idea, the reader is a cyborg and has some advanced technological prosthetic limbs that allow her to play guitar, (maybe she was a Krang or Foot Clan experiment???) and the boys catch her playing Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe?? It’s a sad song about someone leaving you and I cry nearly every time I listen to it.

A/N: Hi there! Thank you for your request! I had to google this song, because I didn’t know it and at first I was like lol Steam Powered Giraffe? That’s a funny name :D Then I saw the music video of Honeybee and I was...well...kinda disturbed? I mean they moved sooo much like robots, I’m not even sure, if they were real humans O.o And then I had to listen to the song a second time, because I was so distracted with the video that I didn’t actually listen to the lyrics xD but yeah, you’re right. That is a sad song indeed :( But I still hope you like reading this! I‘m sorry that it is so short per turtle though...

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Pairings: LeoxReader, RaphxReader, DonniexReader, MikeyxReader

Warnings: slight angst

Leonardo

He was on his way to the dojo for his meditation when he passed your shared room. He heard the sounds of a guitar and your humming, but it was definitely not a happy song, so he decided to listen to it for a little while. The door was ajar and he leaned against the wall outside of the room. As you sung the song with your beautiful and soothing voice, he remembered your past. You had survived the torture of the Shredder himself and „only“ lost your left arm while being held hostage. Leo will always regret not being able to keep you safe that day, even if you reassured him that it wasn’t his fault a hundred times. As the song came to an end, Leo slowly walked into the room and saw you sitting there on your bed with the guitar in your hands. Your eyes were a bit watery from almost crying and he just sat down beside you to hold your hand. „Y/N, I promise you, no matter what happens I will always be there for you.“

Raphael

You and Raph were listening to music when you looked on your phone to choose the next song. Your eyes fell onto Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe and your eyes lit up. „Hey Raphie, how about I play the next song myself?“ you asked him as you picked up your guitar with your prosthetic hand. „Sure, babe.“ he replied and smiled at you. As you played the song, Raph’s smile vanished however and his gaze went nowhere. He seemed to think about something and didn’t even realize when you finished the song. „Raph? Raphael? Are you okay?“ you asked with a worried look on your face and took his hand to bring him back to reality. „Huh? Uh...yeah...I guess? You were wonderful! But...I mean...the song really got me thinking...maybe I am too harsh to my brothers at times. I guess I should be thankful that they didn’t abandon me at some points in my life for being so ungrateful.“ You were surprised by his thoughts and immediately pulled him into a tight hug to let him know that you were there. „No, that’s not true, Raph. You’re a great brother and the others think so too, believe me. We will never leave you.“

Donatello

While repairing your broken laptop, Donnie stumbled onto a few old videos of you playing the guitar and singing. The videos must’ve been at least 3 years old, because in them you still had your right hand. You had lost it when you were attacked by the Kraang and met your for personal heros. As he watched the short clips he didn’t seem to notice your presence behind him. „What are you watching, Donnie?“ you asked with a slight grin, already knowing what he was looking at. Donnies face went red immediately as he tried to close the window in panic. „I-I...I wasn‘t spying on you! I swear! I found them by accident and...well...your voice is amazing...“ he stuttered. You just giggled and sat down on his lap. „I know, you big dummy. But how about I play you something for real?“ You asked and he looked at you with a smile. „You can still do that?“ „Sure! I mean, you’re the one who built my fantastic new hand!“ You said proudly as you moved all your fingers of your robotic hand. „Which song do you want me to play?“ „Well...“ His gaze met your laptop again as he saw the thumbnail of you performing Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe. „I really liked this song...but...just to let you know, I‘ll always be with you. I really care for you, Y/N.“

Michelangelo

„Mikey, not now.“ „Oh, come on, sweetheart! Just oooooone song!“ Your mutant boyfriend tried to talk you into playing a song for him while you tried to study for your next exam. You huffed and closed your book. „Alright, one song. But I get to choose which one.“ You told him and picked up your guitar with your prosthetic arm. „Yeah! Thanks, angelcakes.“ Mikey grinned and sat down in front of the couch. He always calmed down listening to your music, no matter which song you‘d play. As you played the song and sung the lines, Mikey wasn’t as hyper and happy as usual. He seemed collected and calm and listened to every word your lips escaped. After you finished the song, Mikey looked at you with a slight smile and then at your hand. „Do you think of your lost arm when you play this song?“ He asked. You were surprised that he wanted to talk with you about that sensitive and serious topic, but you weren’t afraid to talk to him about it. „Yes, I guess. I mean, I never thought I‘d lose my whole arm. It was something natural to me, something I was never afraid of losing.“ You explained to him. „Well, I guess sometimes the world can be a dick...like Raph...“ he grinned as you two heard a „Shut up!“ coming from said brother from upstairs. You chuckled as he took both of your hands. „But...never forget, that you’ll never lose me, alright, baby? Nothing in the world can separate me from you.“

[stark-raving-romantic]

Almost // Raphael's Ending.

"Hey."

He had to wonder what his next move evem was. When Raphael had gotten up to follow you, it had simply been on instinct. And now...

Now what?

He'd come racing after you, only to realize that he had no freaking clue of what he was gonna do. After weeks of dreaming of this and everything that the two of you could be, you would think that Raphael might've had an idea of what to do or say or something, ANYTHING at all.

But he didn't.

The turtle didn't know what he was going to do. All Raph had ever known was that he wanted to be with you.

He wanted to be the one hold you, kiss you, be at your side.

He wanted to call you in the night, losing himself in your sweet voice.

He wanted to sneak out at night, just like this, and be with you, maybe more then this. Since the day you had met, it was all that he had wanted.

At first, he had tried to ignore the feelings. He tried to pretend that you weren't driving him wild, that you hadn't infected his mind and heart with some wonderful sickness. Nights had been spent dreaming of you, days spent wishing and wanting more. Oh, he tried to ignore it!

But then...

Then he realized that he wasn't the only one feeling this. He wasn't the only one falling in love.

And as Raphael stood in front of you, he knew that he wasn't the only left speechless. Neither of you were saying a word but...you were looking at him. Looking into his eyes as you came closer. Damn. Why were you so pretty?

Why did you have to look at him like him?

Why did you have to make him feel like this?

Raphael chuckled breathlessly as he looked at you, a crooked grin on his face.

"Ya don't even know what yer doin' to me, do ya?" He whispered.

"And what would that be?" You teased softly.

"Drivin' me crazy." He shot back. "Ya been messin' with me for too damn long, tiger, and it's time I did somethin' about it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Standing chest to chest, Raphael could only think of all of the times he had dreamed of this. This very moment...

Alone.

Together.

So close and coming closer, almost...

Almost...

Almost kissing. His lips hovered over yours, that first kiss begging to finally happen. Raphael was scared, he had to admit that. But he swallowed that fear and finally, wonderfully, kissed you.

His rough lips pressed against yours.

His hands rested on your waist and pulled you closer.

Kissing you made the whole world melt away, everything thing else seemed to vanish as Raph fell into an almost dream. He thought that the dream would end when you pulled away but...it didn't.

He was still holding you.

You were in his arms, smiling and blushing and breathless, and he was holding you.

"Sorry for driving you crazy, hot shot." You whispered.

Though the smile on your face told him that you couldn't have been farther from feeling sorry, Raphael didn't care. He didn't even bother to hide his own dmile as he said,

"It's cool. Let me take ya out and we'll call it even."

"Deal."

And then he kissed you again, falling deeper into that dream.

[leonardodihamato]

Raphael x Reader

Prompt: 28. “GIVE ME YOUR HAND.”

You and Raphael had been secretly dating for the past two months. You’ve both enjoyed the time you got to spend alone together as a couple but actually being alone proved to be quite difficult.

Whether it was Raphael’s brothers, Casey, or even April your plans always seemed to be pushed aside for another day. Sure, it annoyed you but it pissed Raphael off. You sat on Raphael’s bed as you watched him basically stomp his feet as he paced his room.

Raphael was in a pretty irritated mood. “I’d like one day to hang out with you without someone butting in!”

“Well they don’t know that we’re dating. So, it’s not like they’re doing it on purpose.” You countered.

He stopped pacing and faced you, scowling. “Whose side are you on?”

“Are there sides in this?” You couldn’t help but giggle.

“Does Leo really need to make us do all these training sessions? It’s like he knows. He knows and he’s doing it to get under my skin!” he was seething.

He was letting his anger get the best of him. You decide you should intervene before he decides he wants to strangle his brother. You stood up looking at your boyfriend and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Maybe we should just...tell them.”

“I, uh, well yeah we could, I guess. But don’t you like only us knowing. We don’t have to deal with anyone’s bullshit.” He offered, his arms wrapping around your waist.

You sighed, “It’s nice, yeah, but I think I’d rather not come up with a lame excuse every time April wants to do something but I can’t because I’m with you. I just want to be honest.”

He growled lowly, “It just really pisses me off thinking about how my brothers might react. I don’t want to hear any crap from them.”

“We don’t have to tell your brothers about us if it makes you that upset.” you say frowning, releasing your hold from him. You subconsciously take a step back.

“It’s not that...I do want...” he growled and gritted through clenched teeth, “GIVE ME YOUR HAND.”

You jumped a little startled, you watch his outstretched hand for a few seconds before taking it in yours.

He squeezed your hand firmly in his leading you to his door, “Let’s do this.”

You couldn’t help but smile, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’m game.”

 Bonus:

“Geez, well I figured that at least. You guys were in Raph’s room for a very long time. I just assumed you two were, like, aggressively cuddling.” Mikey said while shrugging his shoulders.

[jtownraindancer]

raphael x reader: now i understand

[song sprint part two, this time to “starry, starry night.” tried to keep this as true to raphael’s onscreen personality as possible, with a little artistic leeway to incorporate a tiny bit of what i picked up from ‘paradise lost.’]

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The breeze coming through the window carried with it the scent of drying grass, the sound of crickets, the crisp taste of a warm evening.

The sky danced in blazing golds and sparkling greens, ferocious reds and glorious blues.

The fireworks were near enough that the refractions played on the glass within the ancient window panes, but also distant enough that the sound was nothing more than a muffled roar, echoing from leagues away.

There was a magic to the scene, fireflies dancing in the garden, the fairy lights strung about your room and the patio adding a soft glow that nearly reminded her of Heaven.

She counted the stars glistening above her, shining from a shimmering sky. Part of her yearned to return to the heavens, spread her wings and twirl among them, fall seemingly endless into the light.

The continued ballad of your blade etching patterns into Ponderosa provided enough of a tether to keep her rooted to the present, gaze drifting lazily back to where you were hunched over the large piece of wood.

You hummed quietly to yourself as you worked, fingers tracing gently over each new lines you would carve, reshaping this single branch into a piece of art.

She was mesmerized, watching the way your eyes shined even as you struggled against the grain, lost in the kaleidoscopic dance of your irises.

For a moment, she dreamt of falling headlong into them as well, finding the same sparkling splendour of any star cluster.

Her Father's craftsmanship-

Shaping patterns into every quark, spinning His design into some spectacular sequence she could study for aeons.

That creativity, that passion, that dedication and imagination-

He had chosen Humanity to bestow these gifts to, giving them just enough of a spark to wonder, to dream, and Lucifer bolstering their curiosity and resolve enough to pursue it.

It was a marvel to behold, and there was an intimacy to watching your hands shape the universe to your will, as small a corner as it was.

You worked with such dedication, such careful focus-

She admired your deftness, awed slightly by the delicate designs appearing from the application of such a deadly instrument.

Who knew that your blade- one she had often seen dripping scarlet and gold with both blood and ichor- could also be used for such beauty?

The knife- Humanity's first true tool- capable of bringing both life and death when placed in the right hands.

Raphael turned her attention once more to the sky, losing herself to the memories of a simpler time, soothed by the shimmering starlight and the soft sonata of roses slowly being shaped from pine.

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[tmntreasures]

Could you guys do a part to the raph x reader agnst we need to break up. I loved reading that prompt it had me in tears all your prompts are really good. Thank you for your time. 🐢🐢🐢🐢

A part… two? Cause if you’re looking for a part two of the Break Up prompt, we already made it. It’s called Back Together and you can read it here.

[nerdalerttmnt]

STUCK?!?!?!?!?

It had been several weeks since Raphael and I had gotten together romantically. As in sex. It’s been a few weeks since we first had sex. And it was fantastic. He was all sweet and gentle, even though I knew he wanted to go faster, to go harder. To claim me as his and make sure I knew it. But I did know. I knew the instant I met him two years ago that I was his and his alone. The cocky grin and his gravel-like voice in that Brooklyn accent had me melting at his feet. All he had to do was let out a rumbling growl and I was soaked instantly. I had gone through hundreds of pairs of panties since meeting him, and yes I did blame him for that, but after a few weeks ago I wouldn’t complain anymore. We had been a couple for a little over a year when we both decided that it was time to take it to the next level. And that night I could remember in painstaking detail. But this night was different.

“Ya just had to wear those leggings, didn’t you?” Raphael growled deep in his chest, directly behind me, caging me against the wall with his big body.

“But it’s fall, and they were comfortable! You weren’t even here!” I wailed, struggling against his hold on my hips, his grinding of his growing erection driving me crazy with lust.

“But I was here. I was gunna surprise ya, and then you ruined it,” he chuckled, slowly easing his free hand under my baggy sweater and ripping my bra away.

“I’m sorry! Please!” I wailed, pushing my ass back against his groin, panting heavily and begging for him.

“Please what?” he snarled, his big hand gently closing around my throat to force me to arch my back till I was looking up at him.

“Please, fuck me,” I whined, rubbing my ass against his groin harder, watching as he struggled to keep a careful control over his urges. 

“Yer begging me? All ya had ta do was ask, baby,” he churred, pulling my sweater over my head and ripping my leggings and panties off with one smooth motion.

One big hand held me against the wall, keeping me from moving away from him, and the other slipped between my spread legs and toyed with my soaking wet pussy. God, I needed him. All of him. All the rage and the pent-up frustration. I needed him hard and fast. Hot and strong. I just needed him. I spread my legs further apart, going up on my tippy toes to make my back arch more, earning a feral growl from my boyfriend. He quickly shed his clothes, tossing armor and weapons all over my living room, and lined up his ready cock. I looked over my shoulder at him and let out a pleased whine, feeling my body both heat and get even wetter than before.

“Imma fuck you so hard you’ll never forget it,” he growled, pushing in the head of his cock, the tip already stretching my walls.

I let out a breathless gasp and pushed back against his gentle thrust in, which earned me a sharp slap to the ass. I let out a high pitched squeal that ended in a throaty sigh, and he pushed the rest of his cock inside me. I reached down with one had to toy with my clit, but paused when I felt the bulge in my stomach. And I wasn’t a twig-thin girl. I had some curves and plenty of muscle, but in my softest area, my stomach, I would physically feel the head of his cock pushing at my insides just below my rib cage. No wonder I was breathless and trembling. I could feel an orgasm crashing in at just the thought and feel of him bulging out my stomach, and the throaty groan that came from him had me shaking.

“Damn, baby. You’re getting tighter. What’s goin’ through that pretty head of yer’s?” he moaned out, bending over me and nibbling on my bare shoulder.

“You’re bulging out my stomach,” I whined, grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to my stomach so he could feel it.

“Fuck!” he groaned, his thrusts getting sharper, hitting deeper.

I panted and whined, and moaned with each thrust, feeling my orgasm rushing in faster and harder than ever before. And within minutes I was cumming, my pussy clamping down on his huge cock like a vice. His pants and grunts were getting deeper and louder, his thrusts getting sloppy and shallow.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby. Damn, can’t hold fer much longer,” he grunted, the grip on my hip bruising and I let out a scream as a second orgasm hit at the sound of his desperate voice.

He let out a deep-throated groan and he orgasmed mere seconds after my second one. I leaned against the wall, a trembling and panting mess, his cock half hard inside me. He moved to pull out, but when he did it pulled me with him. I let out a shocked cry and reached for him at the same time he let out a shocked gasp.

“What the fuck?!” he growled, grabbing onto my hips and holding me still as he attempted once more to pull out of me.

But again something in me had him snagged, and it only felt like he was pulling on my insides.

“Ah! Don’t move! Please! That hurts!” I cried out, struggling to get my breathing under control and keep my tears of pain at bay.

“I don’t get it? What’s going on?” he asked, reaching down and holding me up in a more comfortable position with a hand splayed across my chest.

“I think you’re stuck in me. I don’t know how,” I mumbled, my voice shaking and my breathing still shallow.

“What?!” he snapped, pulling back again, making me cry out in pain.

He still and I  could feel his cock twitching inside me, growing hard again.

“Please, call Donnie. Maybe he’ll know what to do,” I asked, glancing back at him.

Normally he would refuse, but I believe with the look on my face he simply couldn’t. He let out an aggravated growl and went to reach for his phone, but it pulled at me and I let out a pained gasp. He let out a slew of curses and gently lifted me off the floor with the hand under my chest and waddle-walked over to his shorts and leaned me down so I could reach them. I dug through his shorts and finally found his phone. He lifted me up and waddle-walked back to the wall and watched as I dialed Donnie’s phone number.

“You've reached Donnie,” Donatello said as he answered his phone.

“Donnie! I need your help. Raphael and I are stuck!” I cried out into the phone, my voice no doubt holding notes of pain and panic.

“Hold on, Ashley. What exactly are you stuck in?” Donnie asked, sounding slightly amused.

“No, Donnie. We aren’t stuck in anything. HE’S STUCK INSIDE ME!” I nearly screamed into the phone, making Raphael chuckle.

“Wait, what?!” Donnie shouted back, clearly shocked.

“Your bother’s dick is stuck inside of me and he can’t pull it out! Help me this instant or you’ll never get another coffee treat again in your entire life!” I shrieked, making Raphael laugh, his cock growing even harder and I squirmed uncomfortably. 

“Is he still- ya know- stiff?” Donnie asked, his awkward coughs displaying his unease at the situation.

“Yes,” he grumbled loudly, me swatting at Raphael’s hand as he fondled my breasts and ground his cock inside me.

“Well, my only idea is to just exhaust him out. Once he’s done you should be able to separate without any damage to either of you,” Donnie mumbled, his blush heard in his voice.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumbled, banging my head against the wall.

“Ya heard him, baby. Exhaust me,” Raph growled, taking the phone from me and hanging up before tossing it aside and cracking his neck.

I looked back at him with a worried expression and felt my walls tightening again. The growl that left him only served as a bell for the start of round two.

THREE HOURS LATER

I was finally able to pull away from Raphael, my legs like jelly and my voice hoarse from screaming his name for hours. I was exhausted, and he was as well. We both collapsed on the living room floor, panting and overheated. A phone started ringing somewhere and Raphael answered it.

“What? Yeah, Donnie. We’re not stuck anymore. I won’t be coming home tonight. Ashley’s in worse shape than I’m in,” he grumbled, his voice like gravel and hoarse to my ears.

I could barely hear Donnie on the other side of the phone and closed my eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I know what she needs,” Raph chuckled, hanging up.

I cracked my eyes open when he came to his feet, gently scooping me up into his arms. He carried me into the bathroom and laid me down in the tub and started up the hot water. I let out a pleased groan and he laid gentle kisses on my cheeks and forehead.

“We’ll have ta keep in mind that just one round won’t be enough,” he chuckled, earning an exhausted swat to his shoulder from me.

“Yeah, but next time we do it in the bedroom where I can lay down at lease. I’ll have to get a mini fridge in there too so I’m not as thirsty or hungry next time,”I giggled, smiling up at him.

“I still can’t believe I got stuck inside you. How does that even happen?” he asked, grinning and chuckling.

“I don’t really wanna know,” I giggled, letting myself relax in the hot water.

Reflecting back on the last few hours I couldn’t say that it was a terrible experience. But it was one that would be brought up in the future. I could already tell he was making comebacks and pick up lines for the future that involved getting stuck in me. And I could already tell that I would lose every argument in which it was brought up. Yippee.

[fearlessparabatai]

“There he is, my pretty vampire”, you said, smiling at Raphael who only rolled his eyes when he saw you.

“I’m not your pretty vampire”, he explained like whenever you played this little game with him. Really ever since you had become the werewolf ambassador for the vampires.

“Right, my grumpy vampire. Sorry. I forgot.” Raphael sighed. “Lord have mercy.”

requested by @thesebrownshoes hope you like it ^^

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[tmntl0verthings]

Eyes Wide shut

TMNTXBLINDREADER when your eyes are as dull as mine you can see so little. But What you feel is incredible. When a priestess named Y/n saved her village and her own power turned her to stone, NYC finds her remains. Her curse breaks and is freed from her stone prison. What awaits a woman who's from 1510 Aztecan meets 2016 NYC? Also Some romance ~(^.^~)

[tmntdaily-posts]

Torrent

Request From: @samyp05

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: RaphaelxReader

Warnings: Some Mild Cursing

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"I can take care of myself Raphael!." You exclaimed at the top of your lungs, He was treating you like a child and you were sick of it. "Oh yeah?, You could've gotten killed!. I told you to stay here! You never fucking listen to me!." He bellowed, You felt like the whole of New York would hear him. "I was just trying to help..."

Sitting at the end of his bed you had your head down in defeat. "I'm not just going to sit around and let you guys risk your lives, I want to be the hero for once to prove myself." Looking back up at him you expected to be comforted or told you were right, Instead he huffed leaving the room and slamming the door shut.

You hurried behind him trying to catch up, He suddenly stopped in the doorway of the Dojo. You nearly crashed into him, "Listen shorty, This isn't gonna work out." You looked at him in confusion, "What are you talking about?." "This...Us." You started to get nervous, What was he saying?. "I don't...I'm not...In love with you anymore." Your heart dropped, Your whole world came crashing down. Without saying a word you ran out of the Lair, Ignoring the calls and the pleas coming from his brothers.

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So this is what it felt like?, To be dumped like yesterday's garbage. It had been a few days since the incident but the words cut you like a knife, His brothers, April, Casey, And even Vern tried to get you to come back to the Lair. Mikey even showed up at your apartment, His sad little face made you want to cry. It wasn't him, It wasn't his brothers that broke your heart. You just couldn't go back and see him there, Too much hurt and pain.

Love.

It couldn't be helped, You tried to force him out of your heart and mind.

Moving away you thought would help, Your Mom owned a small cabin in New Hampshire. You'd move out there to make a new start, Maybe even go back to college.

Packing up the last box you heard a familiar tapping on the window. Turning around you saw Raph, He looked absolutely awful. You opened the window slightly, Motioning him to come in. "What do you want?." The anger in your voice came out like lava, He was rather taken aback by it. "Y/N, I came to apologize for what I said. I didn't mean any of it." You couldn't care less about what he had to say, Pushing past him box in hand you didn't even get to the door before he grabbed your arm. "Y/N please, Don't go."

The heartbreak in his voice was palpable, "I didn't want to lose you. I was trying to protect you. But all I did was make you feel less than and that was never my intention." You both stared at each other, Seeing his eyes well up with tears broke your heart all over again. You sat the box down and enveloped him in a hug, "Okay big guy, I won't go, And I forgive you. Don't you ever do that to me again or I will leave." He nodded, "I love you." "I love you too Red."

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I hope you enjoyed it!, I enjoyed writing it!😁.

[vulearanger]

How boys met their future S/O, spending time with them and confessed them. Part 3. RaphaelXReader.

Raphael

That also an interesting story of how you met.

Raphael doesn't a fan of books, but he loves a really good and big fanfics. So, you're a writer, the red turtle read your work and he really liked it, so that's why he took a risk and wrote you to thank you for a really amazing work.

You were so happy to hear it and lately you both couldn't stop talking about a lot of things, from your fanfic to some philosophy.

Time was passing, Raph was so happy to have an internet friend with whom he was sharing a lot of his feelings, problems, and you helped him calm down and handle with it. He definitely trusted you, thought you a really good person.

You knew almost everything about his brothers, their temperatures, a specially Leo's. Of course Raph kept the secret about their mutation. Not only because he wanted to protect his brothers and didn't see any sense, cause you're in another country, but also he was worried, that you wont accept him.

Plus, you had a partner. Until you found out that they were cheating on you already a long time. It hurted so much, you couldn't handl with this pain alone and called Raphael, right in a moment, when he was on potrol.

"Y/N?" - he called your name in a surprised voice when saw your number.

"Raph, i need you...", - you sniffled, the turtle jumped on another roof and sat on the ground.

"I'm here, what happened? Y/N, answer me, please!"

"They cheated on me... These months!"

Oh, boi, he was so angry at your partner. He heard from you a lot of things about your partner and he knew how much you loved them. And can't imagine that there will such an asshole who would dare to betray you.

Raph already prepared his plan how to punish them, but cooled down for you and stayed at the phone as much as you asked.

You always were strong, always kept feelings inside, never dared to show your weaknesses to the others. He laughed a little bit and then more when you started shutting up with your cute voice. He apologized, but told you that you and Leo a little similar and he always will be with you if you need him.

Right after you finished your call, the red boy returned to the lair, cane to Donnie and asked (ordered) him to hack ex's profile. That's when Raph had to tell him about you. Lately he explained him what happened and after a real "please" from his brother Donnie complied the request.

You came back to a normal after a couple of months, and played with Raph in some online video games. That was fun. But at some moment you told him that you want to visit him and his family when you'll have weekends.

O-o-oh, poor boy, he had a really difficult week after your plan explanation, because he was so aftaid to show you his real himself, yet still so wanted you to know it and end this torture. Of course he wouldn't tell his brothers about it. Not yet. But master Splinter saw how Raphael was nervous and talked about it with him.

"You can tell them about you, but you have to be ready to take responsibility for what you've done, my son", - said Splinter after Raphael's story.

So, Raph decided to call you and tell you abot this big important detail. First minutes were valm, but then he warned you before showing himself. When you saw him on a video call, you frozen and couldn't find words. The turtle prepared for the worst.

"Raph, I'll tell you honestly, I'm surprised, but did you really thought I'll leave you because you're a mutant turtle? Never! You were with me all this time and helped to forget my ex!You know, it's even amazing! And now I'm more sure that i want to see and hug you!"

He was more than happy. Your acception was his dream for a half year. And then he started letting himself feeling something more. There was a hope for more than frienship with you.

Four months had passed, and you ginally arived at New York City. He was so nervous. All this period you were flirting with each other, Raph felt he was ready to propose you to be his partner. At least he wanted to take a risk once more.

You finally went up to the roof where you both decided to meet, and here you are. You eere smaller than he thought, but that was cute. Yes, and you were more beautiful in real life. You felt how your heart leaped, smiled and ran to him. Raph huged you and tried not to hurt you, but your smell, your skin, your beautiful voice and warm breathe made him crazy. Yes, he loved you. All of you.

To his surprise, when you lokked at him, you stroked his cheek and slightly kissed him, forgetting that you didn't told him about your feelings. It took Raph out of guard, but then kessed you back, pressing you against his plastron closer.

[tmntxreader-fics]

TMNT Raphael x Reader: A Damaged Love

Request: 

@skywolf42   Ooh I have prompt for you!! RaphaelxReader where the Reader character gets in an argument with Raphael and flinches and freezes up at some point when he gets mad. Raph is immediately guilty that he's done something to make the Reader think he'd ever hit them, not understanding at first that it was a subconscious response due to physical abuse at the hands of a masculine figure at some point in the Reader's life. 

I took a different take on this, and added some 2007 Raph elements to it. Made it a little bit darker. Raph goes a little too far. 

WARNINGS: Cussing (as usual), mention of physical abuse, angst, and typos because I’m a dumb bitch. Violent anger. ANGRY RAPH. like, Unreasonable 2007 Raph angry. 

Fem Reader this time around.

‘Every couple squabbles.’

 At least, that’s what they say. That’s what you had told yourself when you were ignoring the ringing in your ears.

They say that ‘the arguments make the relationship stronger, make them healthier.’ With delicious irony, you remember repeating that one beneath your breath quite regularly; especially the nights when your purple jaw ached. 

‘Now that everything has been spilled into the air, you can both work on coming to a compromise together.’ On the contrary, you discovered that attempting to “compromise” simply resulted in a doomed-to-be-overdue hospital bill.

Now, on your second attempt at playing a role within a relationship, you realize that the first point was correct; every couple does squabble. Or, as you have found to be more accurate, they go to war. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

With a tragic spark of displaced humor, you consider the fact that this is the first time you have heard Raphael direct those words at you, rather than his enemies. Venturing further into your morbid curiosity, you wonder if, perhaps at this moment, you are his enemy. 

You suppose that you should have seen the burst of volume coming, really. It was bound to arrive between both of your voices rising in a steady crescendo. The predictability of the explosion was evident, so you’re unsure as to why it had shocked you so intensely. 

Maybe it was the words in which he had spoken, or perhaps, the way he had so aggressively pointed his finger towards you; accompanied by a menacing step. 

“Excuse me?” Your tone is the perfect picture of aggravated bewilderment. Now you understand how people could be so taken aback that they question the reliability of their hearing. “What did you just say to me?” 

“What, are you deaf? You heard me,” Raphael snarls, pacing from side to side as if he were a caged animal. Maybe he is, you muse. Perhaps he holds a barely contained animalistic anger; simmering beneath that rough, viridescent skin. Something that not even the Mutagen could evolve; or possibly, it’s responsible for encouraging the aggression. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Your voice is ripped from your lips in a bellow, your anger almost tangible. “What makes you think that you can talk to me like that?”

“You think you’re fuckin’ special?” he sneers, the simple sentence acting like a spear to your chest. The terrapin spins on his heels to face you, raising his finger once again to point at you accusingly. “You think that just ‘cos you’re my girlfriend, that means I can’t get mad at ya?” 

Your jaw drops in indignant disbelief, “there’s mad and then there’s this!” 

“You started this!” He growls, inhaling sharply in a poor attempt to maintain composure, “I didn’t fuckin’ come for you, you provoked me!”

Taking a step back from his overbearing presence, you return his words with a humourless snicker, “of course, it’s my fault.” 

“Yeah, it is,” Raphael snaps, eyes boring holes into your own; as if he were praying that looks could kill. Your stomach churns, clearly understanding the intent behind that gaze. 

“Of course it is! When have you ever taken responsibility for your own fuck-ups?” The words leave your lips before you can help yourself. You know instantly that you’ve just poured fuel over an already flaming fire. You could almost see the uncontrollable rage spread from his chest throughout his body. 

Still, despite the signs, you’re unable to prevent yourself from stumbling backward when the wooden table explodes into splintered pieces beneath his fist. You’ve fallen uncomfortably into the bench, tripping on the heel of your own shoe in your desperate attempt to gain space between you and the destructive beast on the other side of the room. Despite the blatant fear your new position exclaims, leaning back against the support of a metal structure with fingers that grip the edges for comfort, you cannot bring yourself to move. 

You try to stand to your feet and straighten up before he can turn around and see you. Before he can witness the power his anger has over you, the humiliating way you cower from his explosive outburst. Your body barely budges an inch at your mental commands and you remain frozen to your place.

Habit is not easily broken, your body reminds you. 

You know, logically, that Raphael would never hurt you. But, as much as you’d like to trust yourself, your logic has led you seriously wrong before. Your fiery nature has only brought you to once conclusion in your relationships, and they started off just like this. Just once. Just one fight. Just one blow. Then it never stopped. 

All is quiet, except for the heavy breathing that fills the room. Distantly, you remember that Mikey had carved that table himself as a kid; it was lopsided and ugly but he had made that. It was a piece of their childhood, a fond memory- and Raphael had just obliterated it without a second thought. 

You stand torn, staying put leaves you in the ‘danger zone’ and leaving the room is basically a flashing neon sign screaming ‘weakness’. You had promised yourself to grow stronger in the face of the opposition, to challenge and at the first sign of violence, to leave. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” His voice is hoarse; breaking the silence so suddenly that you jump a little. His shell is turned to you, though you can tell that he is hunched over a little; shoulders heaving with the weight of your words. 

“I asked you the same question and you didn’t answer,” the reply leaves your lips as a rasp. The longer you dwell on the thought of Mikey’s face when he sees the damage the stronger your resentment towards Raphael becomes. You find that you want to grind your teeth until there’s nothing left but small shards of bone; you want to clutch his world in your hands and burn it to ashes. With the rage rushing through your blood you find the energy to at least stand and somewhat straighten your stance. You’ve never felt such unfathomable wrath towards somebody that you genuinely love, even against those of whom you had thought you loved. 

Perhaps, it’s because you love him and you know it’s mutual that it hurts to see the relationship take a tragically familiar path. Is this the inevitable truth of love? Is it simply a means to an end? Could it be that love is so desired that they hide the horrors of it behind a quaint picture, and collectively everyone drinks it in like a sweet cocktail of poison. They thirst for it because they think that the high is worth the consequences, that the repercussions of love are the lesser of two evils- the other being loneliness.  

“You want me to answer your question?” His voice interrupts your train of thought. Turning your gaze to your partner’s hulkish figure you can’t help but shiver when he straightens up, shell still shielding him from your observation. “I’ll tell you exactly who I am.” 

Your heart leaps into your throat when Raphael turns, his eyes narrowed and blazing with a heat that make your instincts scream at you to run. 

One step. 

“I’m Raphael,” he begins. 

Two steps. 

“Now, see, I got a bad, bad, temper.” 

Three steps. 

“But I’m the best at what I do; putting a fist through someone’s jaw is how I get off.” 

Four steps. He’s halfway across the room now. 

“Now, I got a girlfriend. She talks big for someone who’s half my size.” 

Five steps. You stomach lurches and you can’t help but lean back into the metal bench once more. 

“She reminds me of my brother, can’t stop themselves from tryin’ to dictate my life, correct me at every turn,” his teeth are gritted now, words ground out rather than said. “Of course, they call it guidance.” 

Six steps. Too close. 

“Kinda funny that my girlfriends joined in when you think about the fact that I’m ten times as strong as her.” 

“Raph,” you whisper. Your heart sinks, you know where this is going. You had held out hope that it would never come to this, perhaps you’ve pushed him too far. Maybe this is your fault. 

Ignoring your voice, he takes another step forward. Seven. 

“Faster than her.” 

“Please,” you rasp, gripping the metal beside you in an attempt to not curl up. 

“Bigger than her.” 

Eight. 

He’s in front of you now, his body towering over your trembling self. You can barely breath, your eyes fixated on the fists that are balled at his sides. If it’s coming you might as well make the most of it. 

“What do you want from me?” You burst, voice breaking mid sentence. “What do you want me to say?” 

“I want you to support me!” He snaps. You can feel his breath brushing the top of your head and you lips tremble at the volume of his voice. Don’t break, stay strong. “Why is this so fuckin’ hard for you’s to understand. I don’t want authority I want a partner!”

“Why is it so hard for you to understand that partnership is about guiding someone through their flaws and encouraging them with their strengths,” you whisper shakily. Finally you turn your eyes up to meet his hard expression, watching the way he observes the wateriness of your gaze. “You’re so insecure that you can pinpoint everyone else’s problems but the second yours are addressed you think you’re being attacked and dominated.” 

“Insecure?” 

Perhaps, that was not the best word to throw around when you’re trapped between a metal bench and a 6′5, 340lb angry turtle. 

“I’m insecure? Look who’s talking!” His laugh is a humorless roar and you flinch beneath him.

“I don’t intimidate the people I love to hide my insecurities,” you snap back, gesturing to his aggressive posture. 

“Being intimidating is the only way to shut you’s up! There’s no other way to get you to back off!” He exclaims, throwing his hands up in disbelief. Your stomach clenches, shoulders flinching upwards to your jaw at the sudden movement. 

"What are you a caveman?” You cry, poking your finger into his plastron and straightening your posture in an attempt to cover your previous reaction. Be strong. “Use. Your. Words. Be honest! Be open! No one is gonna understand where the line is if you explode the second we open our mouths. Communicate through your words, your touch, your actions!” 

Your heart is pounding in your chest and you realise instantly that your courageous facade is permanently over when you catch his eyes. The sheer fury. Your body begins to tremble harder than it has in so long, the adrenaline rushing through your body in an attempt to evoke a response. Run, your instincts scream, hide! 

“You want me to use my words?” He sneers, his voice so low you don’t expect the volume from his next sentence. “Then shut the fuck up.” 

He steps in so that your body is pressed between his and the metal digging into your back. Your hands immediately raise up to press against his chest. “Raph....” 

“You want me to use my touch?” His voice is a steady shout now, you distantly wonder whether the boys can hear his bellow from the streets. But you know the truth, that you’re alone. Left at his mercy. 

His hands grip your body by your shoulders and at the sound of your startled cry he lifts you up so that only your toes brush the ground. He shakes you, as if hoping that somehow he could scramble your mind and prevent you from conjuring anymore words. “Then let me shake some sense into ya.” 

Your first sob is overpowered by the roar of his voice, you don’t know if he’s even heard it. You feel as though you’re going to puke any second now and you can’t find your breath. There’s no air. Where’s the air? 

“You want me to use my actions?” He drops his grip on you and your body falls into the bench behind you. “Then here!” 

He leans in and your body is bent backwards over the table before his fists smash into the metal on either side of your body, undoubtedly denting it. 

With that, you break. 

Your body crumples to the floor beneath his feet, hands raised above your head in a feeble attempt to protect yourself. 

Not again. 

There’s a silence before his voice, ever so soft, violates the quiet. He says your name. He says it twice. 

Is this how it’s meant to be? 

He says it three times. 

Please, not again. 

Please. 

He doesn’t touch you, not yet. 

Please. 

Please.

He says your name again, this time his voice sounds as broken as you feel. 

Please. 

He’s apologising, the words sweet nothings lost to the air. The whispers caress your body, curling around your neck in a deceptively loving touch. The words stroke your cheek, touch your lips. 

He says your name again, so softly. So gentle. The hushed tones wait for you to look up, they’re coaxing you to unfurl. But you know; you know from experience that they beckon you so that they can look you in the eyes. So that they can watch you, adoration in their gaze. They want to see your face when they choke you with the very thing that you crave. 

Love.

This is love.