#2012 raph x reader

LEO

Leo’s leadership brain instantly short-circuits before his protective instincts take over. The second he sees a Foot Soldier swing toward you, his usual tactical call-outs stop. He becomes lethal, efficient, and terrifyingly quiet. He will parry the attack, throw himself between you and the blade, and push you behind him.

He won’t let you out of his sight. He’ll order the closest brother to clear a path while he literally guides you out of the fray with one hand on your waist, using his free hand to slice through Foot bots.

Once you’re safe in an alley, or on a roof, his hands will be shaking. He’ll grip your shoulders, looking you up and down for injuries. He will blame himself entirely. Expect a very stern, slightly breathless lecture that is 100% fueled by the fear of losing you.

“What were you thinking?! You could have been— … just, please. Stay behind me. Always.”

RAPH

If a Foot Soldier so much as scratches you, Raph goes completely off the deep end. Any semblance of ninja discipline vanishes. He lets out a roar that echoes down the street, and his fighting style becomes utterly brutal. He isn’t just disabling Foot bots anymore; he is tearing them apart piece by piece.

He will bulldoze his way to you, throwing his body over yours like a literal shield if things are flying through the air. He’ll scoop you up over his shoulder or in his arms without a word and leap out of the fight, dumping you somewhere high and safe before diving right back in to finish the job.

When the dust settles, he storms back over to you, breathing heavily. He’s angry, but it’s entirely directed at the situation and his own inability to protect you fast enough. Although he might appear intimidating, his touch is incredibly gentle when he checks you for wounds. He’ll wrap his arms around you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder to hide how badly he’s trembling.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again. You hear me? Never.”

DONNIE

Donnie’s heart drops into his stomach. His brain instantly calculates every worst-case scenario and the trajectory of every weapon in the area. The panic makes him incredibly clumsy for a split second before his adrenaline kicks in.

He uses his staff to vault over the crowd, landing right in front of you. He deploys smoke bombs to blind the enemy. Then he grabs your hand, his grip tight, and uses his knowledge of the city’s rooftops and alleyways to guide you through a frantic but calculated escape route.

The second you’re safe, he goes into full medic mode. He’s scanning you for injuries, and his hands are hovering over you, unsure where to touch without hurting you. He’ll be rambling a mile a minute, his voice cracking, trying to process the trauma through data and medical checks until you grab his hands to calm him down.

“Your heart rate is completely elevated, and—and that blade missed you by three inches! Three inches! If I had been a second later, I—”

MIKEY

This is the quickest way to make Mikey drop the “goofy little brother” act entirely. The cheerful, joking demeanor vanishes instantly. His eyes narrow, his expression goes completely blank, and he enters a state of hyper-focus that rivals Leo’s.

Like a blur, he uses his insane agility to weave through the Foot Soldiers. He doesn’t just block; he uses his nunchucks to trip, disarm, and launch enemies away from you. He’ll grab you by the waist, use a grappling hook, and yank both of you up onto a high fire escape in the blink of an eye.

He’ll stand guard at the edge of the roof, scanning the area until he’s 100% sure the threat is gone. When he finally turns to you, the serious façade melts into tearful relief. He’ll throw his arms around your neck, squeezing the air out of you, crying into your hair because the thought of you getting hurt is his worst nightmare.

Leonardo pinches the bridge of his nose like he’s already developing a migraine. But here’s the thing, he respects you. Deeply. You’re observant and calculated. You notice patterns he misses. While he’s strategizing battle formations, you’re casually pointing out:

“By the way, that guy has nerve damage in his left arm. If you hit him there, he’ll drop his weapon.”

“…Noted.”

You become his unofficial 'intel analyst.'

He’ll come to you like: “Can you analyze this substance?”

And you’re already halfway through it, muttering, “It’s a synthetic toxin. Sloppy work. I could make something better.”

“…Please don’t.”

You glance at him. “No promises.”

He trusts you. But he also absolutely watches you like you’re one bad day away from licking something radioactive.

Donatello

You two are insufferable together. In the best way. Donnie finally meets someone who matches his intelligence and instead of being thrilled, he’s like:

“…Why are you heating that chemical over an open flame?”

You don’t look up. “Because I want to see what happens.”

“That’s not a method, that’s chaos.”

“It’s called curiosity, an experiment if you will.”

“It’s called BAD SCIENCE.”

You side-eye him. “You built a dimensional portal in a sewer.”

“…That’s different.”

“It’s really not.”

But then you start actually working together. You handle toxins, compounds, biology. He handles tech, engineering, machines. It becomes this terrifying duo energy. April walks in once to see both of you hunched over a table, whispering intensely.

“…Should I be worried?”

Donnie “No.” You: “Yes.”

You also casually drop things like: “I made a poison that mimics natural heart failure.”

Donnie freezes.

“…Why?”

You shrug. “Bored.”

He is both horrified and impressed. He also likes how blunt you are. No guessing. No games.

Just: “That idea is inefficient.” “…Oh.” “…But fixable.”

And suddenly he’s smiling again.

Raphael

Raph thinks you’re weird. But not like bad weird.

“You’re freaky.”

You’re crouched over something questionable.

“It’s venom,” you say.

“…From what?”

You glance up. “Do you want the long answer or the interesting answer?”

“…Those should be the same answer.”

“They’re not.”

He squints. “…I don’t like that.”

But here’s where it shifts, you’re fearless. Not in a loud, reckless way like him, and he doesn't call you that to mock you like he does Leo. You’ll walk into a situation, observe everything, and go:

“There are three threats. The one behind you is the most dangerous.”

Raph turns, immediately throws a punch, you were right.

“…Huh.”

You shrug. “Pattern recognition.”

He starts trusting your instincts more than his temper. And that’s saying a lot. Also, you don’t react to his anger the way others do.

He snaps once— “Why do you even mess with that stuff?!”

You blink. “Because it’s useful.”

“…You’re not scared?”

“Of chemicals? No.”

“…Of me?”

You look at him, completely neutral.

“No.”

And that? That hits him harder than anything. You’re one of the only people who doesn’t flinch around him. And yeah, he’d absolutely wreck anyone who messes with you.

Even if you insist, “I could poison them.”

“…Yeah, well, I could punch them and it's faster.”

Michelangelo

Mikey is OBSESSED with you. Like you are literally his best friend forever and you're not going anywhere.

“YOU’RE LIKE A MAD SCIENTIST NINJA GIRL.”

“I’m neither a ninja nor mad.”

“You drank poison yesterday.”

“It was controlled.”

“That’s not comforting :(”

He follows you around constantly. You’re working quietly and suddenly:

“What happens if I drink that?”

You don’t even look up. “You’ll throw up.”

“…Worth it?”

“No.”

“…Okay.”

But he’s also weirdly good at keeping up with you.

You’ll mutter something like, “This compound reacts faster under heat-”

And Mikey’s already handing you what you need. He doesn’t always understand what you’re doing, but he supports the chaos. Also, he’s one of the few who makes you laugh. Not loudly. But a small, unexpected sound. And he FREEZES.

“WAIT- WAS THAT A LAUGH?!”

“…No.”

“YOU SMILED TOO!! DONNIE SHE SMILED!”

“Stop talking.”

You lightly flick something at him. He dodges.

“…Was that poison??”

“…Maybe.”

“THAT’S SO COOL-”

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━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. You were genuinely attached to Splinter at the hip from the moment you could walk. If Splinter moved two feet to the left, there was a very high chance a tiny turtle sibling was trailing behind him, holding onto his robe with both hands

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. It got to the point where the others would use you as a tracking device: “Hey, where’s Sensei?” “Somebody get them, we can't find Splinter!” and sure enough, there you were running off and sitting beside Splinter during meditation with your little legs crossed wrong and eyes squeezed shut in fake concentration while Splinter pretended not to notice you peeking every five seconds.

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Unlike the others, you never really latched onto television the same way your brothers did. Leo had Space Heroes, Mikey absorbed every weird cartoon and commercial on the planet, Donnie binged science programs, and Raph picked up every sarcastic New York attitude possible from movies and wrestling reruns but you? You wanted to sit with Splinter

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. So while the others developed loud American accents from years of mimicking TV characters and junk they watched, you learned speech from one person only Splinter. It started subtly when you were little instead of saying “yeah,” you would say, “Yes, Father.” Instead of “okay,” it became, “As you wish.”

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. One time Mikey nearly fell off the couch because Ralph shoved him harshly. You walked into the room carrying tea with the most serious expression imaginable and calmly went “Raphael, your recklessness will one day become your undoing.” There was complete silence before your older brother went after you “WHY DO YOU SOUND LIKE THAT?!” The ACCENT sneaking in over time absolutely killed your brothers. Not fully identical to Splinter’s, of course, but enough where the difference was extremely obvious.

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. You hearing Raph scream “YO, MOVE!” during a fight while you calmly replied with, “There is no need to shout, brother. I heard you perfectly fine,” absolutely drove him insane “WHY DO YOU TALK LIKE A FIFTY-YEAR-OLD MARTIAL ARTS MOVIE?!”

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Splinter secretly found it adorable. He tried not to encourage it because he did want you to develop independence outside of him eventually, but every time you mimicked one of his sayings or copied his mannerisms, his tail would twitch in amusement.

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Especially because you copied everything. The little thoughtful hums, the calm pauses before speaking, the tiny disappointed stares. Even the humor which somehow made it ten times funnier

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Leo honestly adored it more than anyone else. Out of all your brothers, he understood Splinter the most and admired your father deeply, so seeing you naturally absorb Splinter’s discipline, speech, and spiritual mindset made Leo ridiculously protective of you.

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. He also thought it was hilarious because you would accidentally out-Splinter Splinter sometimes. Leo would be stressing himself to death over leadership, pacing around the dojo while ranting, and you would quietly walk over and place a tiny hand on his arm.

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. “The burden of leadership is not carried alone, Leonardo.” Leo immediately short-circuiting because WHY DID HIS BABY SIBLING SOUND WISER THAN HIM

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Donnie was fascinated by it from a scientific standpoint. He fully tried to explain to April that your accent development was a result of environmental vocal imprinting and primary speech-source adaptation. Meanwhile April was staring at you in complete disbelief as you politely bowed your head and went “It is a pleasure to see you again, April.” Then two seconds later Mikey skateboarded through the room screaming “COWABUNGAAAA.” The contrast nearly gave her whiplash.

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Casey’s first time meeting you was even worse because Casey expected another chaotic turtle teenager. Not… this. You greeted him with perfect posture and a respectful nod. “You are Casey Jones. I have heard much about you.” Casey stared before he slowly looked toward the others “...Why’s the little one talk like a ninja movie sensei?” Raph immediately pointed aggressively “THANK YOU.”

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Your brothers absolutely weaponized your “Splinterisms” against each other too, especially Mikey. Whenever Raph got too aggressive, Mikey would dramatically shove you toward him like a tiny emotional support therapist and you without fail would hit him with some random poetry or saying you picked up “Violence born from frustration is still violence, Raphael.” “STOP SENDING THEM TO THERAPIZE ME!” Despite how funny it was, there was also something genuinely sweet about it.

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. You mirrored Splinter because you loved him that much. You trusted him completely. Followed him everywhere. Sat beside him during meditation. Fell asleep curled against his side while he read scrolls. Listened to every lesson like it was the most important thing in the world and Splinter, who once lost everything, would sometimes glance down during meditation to find you asleep against his robe and quietly rest a hand atop your head because after everything he had endured… There was something healing about being loved so openly and completely by one of his children.

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. The older you got, the more independent you became but you never truly stopped being Splinter’s Velcro child. Even as a teenager, you still naturally gravitated toward him. Sitting beside him during tea. Helping him prepare meals. Meditating quietly in the dojo while your brothers caused chaos elsewhere.

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Sometimes your brothers would walk into the room only to find you and Splinter sitting together in complete silence for hours.

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Mikey once whispered, “Do… do they communicate telepathically now?” Donnie didn’t even look up. “At this point? Probably.”

━━ ．°˖✧🐢 🍕୭ ˚. Splinter would never admit it aloud, but hearing one small voice in the lair call him “Father” with the same calm cadence and accent as his own always made his expression soften, if only slightly.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Raphael ❤︎༻°₊ ｡

ఌ One of these days I’m gonna write his name as Raphaël, I promise.

ఌ Anyways, you know those boys who bully you when they’ve got a crush? They make rowdy guys have a bad reputation, I promise you. Raph may be a bit sharp around the edges, but he’s not planning to harm you in any way.

Rather, he’s making you handmade gifts and hastily putting them in your hands—not shoving. More like he takes ahold of your hands in one of his, then fishes your gift out from his pockets. Then, he places it neatly between your palms and cups your hands around it like they’re the wrapping paper he’s using to conceal it.

“ Don’t, uh, ” Raph’s vision is sporadic, settling on no where in particular, and certainly not establishing any type of eye contact, “ mention it, ‘kay? Keep uh, it, it between us. Yeah. Okay? “ His gaze finally settles on you and quickly darts elsewhere, “ Okay! Good talk. Yeah. “ He moves away from you stiffly.

You wonder for a moment if calling his name would trip him up.

spoiler alert: it does. you try to hide your affectionate grin as you lunged to help him, only for the red-banded ninja to shoot it to his feet faster than you thought was realistically possible.

ఌ He gets jealous at the drop of a hat. Secretly, it’s because Raph has a much gentler heart than he lets off. Let it not pass unremarked how it affects him to be referred to as the hotheaded one or the rude-mouthed one. He will fit that role as it was tailored for him, but he will worry deep down how it affects you.

He only gets playfully jealous when you give attention to a pet. Raph understands it, he has his little Chompy, and previously, Spike. Both of which he still loves dearly to this day, so know it comes from a place of mischievous humor when he declares you love the neighbor’s dog more than you love him. Know it’s a joke when he suggests you prefer the company of a houseplant over him.

But when a stranger comes onto you a bit too familiarly, he begs that you recognize the anger in his eyes as a softer emotion than his fists convey.

ఌ Raph is dangerous but purposely. For the most part, he’s risky within reason.

And he certainly would never endanger you.

So when he sweeps you up off your feet, and you wrap your arms around his neck tightly, you’re safe. He’s a show-off. Dates will be spent upon rooftops, chowing down on whatever grub he had Mikey whip you both up.

If you find something odd like jelly beans in the spaghetti, he will be excusing himself to go tear his brother a new one despite his orders to prepare a NORMAL HUMAN MEAL.

Don’t worry, if you grab his hands and softly as him to stay, he sits down as though the ground magnetized him put.

ఌ He’s a softy, but as we’ve previously established, Raph is not one to back down to a risk. When his heart runs circles over his logic, he lets himself follow. Heartbreak would certainly be the death of him, but if there’s a small chance that you’ll reciprocate? A small chance you’ll be tickled with laughter over his antics? Just a minuscule chance that he could occupy even more space in your heart?

Well, you best believe he’s pouncing on the opportunity.

ఌ Being with Raph guarantees you big-dog status. Late night walks—be it to see the sleeping city or the lunar setting of the nearby park—become a reality. If you ask him to accompany you side-by-side, he will. Otherwise, Raph maintains a distance far enough to let you truly feel solitary and tranquil, yet close enough to floor any threats.

New York could never be trusted, especially at night, but that reality was something Raph refused for you. You deserved to romanticize life without needing to constantly palm safety gadgets in your pockets or thumb keys between index and middle.

ఌ His jealousy functions more so as a puzzle that makes it very obvious he’s related to Donnie. Raph will try his best to skirt around it, making little remarks such as, ‘ so! are there any new… guys? At your job? No? Oh! Haha… … you sure? ’. For you, he tries his best to be less of the violent character he’s known as.

ఌ Don’t get it twisted though, he has his urges, inclinations, and just downright nature. His fists will itch, his tongue will be sharp, and his body will crave a good workout whoopin’ ass at least once a day.

He hopes you aren’t afraid of that.

When you join him, going so far as to throw a punch yourself when he drops down to protect you from some Purple Dragon lackeys, he finds himself immobilized as his fists knock two grunts’ heads together.

“ Marry me. ” He proclaims mindlessly, mesmerized by the scene repeating in his head of you shocking some guy in the jaw.

“ Raph! ” You shout with reddened cheeks, shaking the sting out of your knuckle.

“ Yes? Is that a yes? Wait what did I say—“

“ Oh damn it, Raph, WATCH OUT! ” You jabbed your hand in the direction of a Purple Dragon girl that had recovered some of her strength. She was collecting a tin trash lid and swinging it to donnnnn against Raph’s head.

ఌ Much gentler and unexpectedly sweeter to his crush than his brothers.

Your relationship with Raph had been an utter whirlwind up until this point, starting on that faithful night, lying in your bed eating pizza and dripping grease on your cocktail dress. Nearly a year had passed since then, and not a day went by that the two of you weren’t absolutely enamored with one another. Raph hardly ever spoke of anything but you, gushing to his brothers behind your back, even more excruciatingly often than Donnie had over April. He held you in the highest regard- you hung the moon in his eyes, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been disappointed with the pace of things.

Though he’d never gathered the courage to profess it, Raph had an ache for you that no amount of kisses or cuddles could cure. He hungered- no, starved for you in a way that destroyed his sense of morality when he looked at you, blinking at his advances without a clue in the world. He felt endless guilt for the way he pictured your body and the unspeakable things he wanted to do to it, coupled with that innocent face you had. But the corruption was part of the fun. 

-----

“Honey!” you beamed cheerfully, strolling into the lair. “I’m home, and I brought you something!”

“Well, hello to you too,” Leo grumbled, playfully rolling his eyes as he sat in a beanbag, flipping through TV channels. 

“Sorry, Leo!” you rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. “I didn’t even see you, I was just excited to see-”

“Raph, I know.” He chuckled. “So, what’d you  get him?” He asked, eyes never leaving the television. 

Excitedly, you hurried over to him, crouching down at his side and pulling the contents of the bag you had out. “Our anniversary is coming up, and Raph mentioned wanting to learn how to kickbox, so I got us matching gloves and kneepads! See?” You explained, showing off one of each pair of gloves. Both were ruby red, with gold stitching and embroidery. “I even got them monogrammed! Do you think he’ll like them?”

The eldest turtle gave a kind smile as he handed you back the gift. “I know it,” he confirmed with a nod, beginning to turn his attention back to the TV. “He’s actually in the dojo now, you should go give them to him.” Without another word or thanks for the encouragement, you were gone, throwing the door to the dojo open. Leo rolled his eyes at your antics, continuing to channel surf. “You’re welcome.”

“Hi, honey!” you chirped again, your eyes falling on your boyfriend, who, upon seeing you, gleefully dropped what he was doing to run over and scoop you up. 

“What’s up, baby?” He asked, pecking your lips as he set you down. “What’cha got there?”

“A present for you,” you teased, rocking from heel to toe. “Early anniversary gift.”

“Doll, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he sighed, taking the bag as you enthusiastically shoved it into his arms. 

“I wanted to, besides, it’s for both of us.” you snickered while he began to dig through the bag. 

“Oh my God,” he paused, shoulders slumping. “Baby, you didn’t-”

“I did.” You giggled, preparing for a hug of gratitude, which you immediately received. 

“Babe, you’re the best. I love you so much, thank you.” Raph praised into your hair, his head resting atop yours. Moments later, he broke apart from you, slipping the gloves over his hands, admiring the fit and look of them. 

“I got me a pair too, I thought we could learn to kickbox together!” you sang, dipping into the bag to fetch your own pair. 

“Baby, I don’t know what to say, this is awesome.” He gushed, watching you with a dopey, lovesick smile. 

“You don’t need to say anything, babe. But you can put up your dukes because I’m gonna kick your butt!”

-----

You did, in fact, not kick his butt. In fact, you hadn’t been able to land a single hit on him since you began sparring. Every punch you threw was redirected in a way that almost always landed you flat on your back, your lover looming over you with a cocky grin. Laid out on the mat for what you decided would be the last time, you huffed, growling as you shot up at him. 

“What’s the matter, dollface?” Raph taunted, peridot eyes playful but full of an emotion you couldn’t place. “Gettin’ mad?”

“No!” you shouted bitterly. “I was just going easy on you!” 

“Sure…” he laughed, turning his back on you, cracking his knuckles as he gloated. This was your opening. Gritting your teeth, you swept your leg out, kicking his feet out from under him before wrestling him to the floor. Before he could catch his bearings, Raph found himself in a headlock, your thighs squeezing the life from his throat as you twisted his arm and pulled it away from him.

“How’s that, huh?!” you hollered, pulling your meanest face. “You like that?!” Oh, did he. He never in his wildest dreams would’ve imagined you’d get him like this, and still be so oblivious to the effect you had on him at that. You took his silence as surrender, cheering for yourself as you rolled him into a new position, laying him out flat and sitting on his chest, arms pinned under your knees so he couldn’t escape. “Ha! I told you I was gonna kick your butt!”

Unbeknownst to you, Raph was coming undone beneath your weight, mind running free with all the most lewd ways he could take advantage of this. Ultimately, though struggling, he contained himself- that is, until you opened your mouth again, ruining his hardly-kept zen. “Not all big and bad now, are you?”

“Oh, baby, I’ll show your ass ‘big and bad’! C’mere!” With that and minimal effort on his part, you both were switched. You now laid beneath him as he straddled your waist, both of your wrists in a single hand as his other was planted firmly on your face, squishing your cheeks together. 

There was a pause as dead silence hung in the air, neither of you moving a muscle, only gazing into each other’s eyes. Within seconds, your lips crashed against his, giving him all the consent he needed for now. A few soft moans tumbled over your lips in the few instances that they were unoccupied, stirring his stomach further into oblivion. His hand left your face, trailing down, lingering at your throat a moment before continuing, caressing your curves. To you, he was feeling you up, but in reality, Raph was mapping you out, meticulously learning and memorizing every dip, ridge, and curve. 

A stir in the adjoined room made you both freeze, knowing that Master Splinter would punish you both to the fullest extent possible if he caught you making out in the dojo. Once all seemed clear, your beaux pulled you up from the floor before lugging you over his shoulder, much to your humiliation. “R-Raphael Hamato! You put me down this instant!” you scolded deaf ears as he continued to the door. “You are not carrying me like this in front of your brothers!” That was precisely what he was going to do.

-----

After what could only be described as a walk of shame, you were escorted to his bedroom, where you were immediately tossed on his bed. “W-Wait-” you halfheartedly protested. 

“I’m sorry, babe,” he huffed, backing up a bit. “Guess I got kinda carried away.” he laughed sheepishly, crawling closer again. “I just…I get so riled up when I’m with you, especially when you’re on top of me like that- Fuck, you just look so pretty.”

Though it wasn’t uncommon for him to compliment your looks, the way he said it made you feel like it was the first time hearing it. It felt just like how he showered you with praise that first night. 

“Y-You think I’m pretty when I sit on top of you..?” you repeated, more to hear it from your own lips than to have the statement clarified. He simply nodded in response, eyes glued to your lips, leaning in as if he wasn’t actually in tune with the world around him.

“The prettiest, baby,” he muttered, capturing your kiss again, crawling between your bent knees to loom over you like before. “So so fuckin’ pretty…”

“Raph, you’re making me nervous…” you confessed between kisses. “You’re not usually this forward…”

For a moment, he backed away again, the image of you rejecting his advances flashing through his mind. Mossy eyes peered up into yours, searching for anything to indicate emotion, but fell short- you were so conflicted. On one hand, you’d never had much sexual experience, and the thought of potentially being a bad lay terrified you. You’d heard stories of boys dumping girls due to lack of experience, and no matter how close you two were, that fear was nearly impossible to shake. Though, on the other hand, it was hard to ignore the way his praise made you melt like you were digesting magma- so was the way your legs shook at the prospect. 

“Sorry…” he finally sighed, out of breath while his fingers absent-mindedly gripped at any bit of you they could reach. “I’m not tryna’ make you uncomfortable but,” he paused, breath hitching in his throat as he pictured you. “Baby I want you, so so so bad.”

The revelation left you reeling, fuzzy-headed with tummy churning. Suddenly, everything was so clear. It all made sense, the positions you find yourselves in, the way he’d shower you with compliments so close to your ear you could hardly hear them. “Y-You…” you trailed, breathing labored, and stuck in your windpipe. “Want me...?”

Raph sighed, finally you understood how he burned for you. “Yes, baby. I want you real bad. You have no idea the shit I wanna do to you.” Seeing you ease into the idea, he took the liberty of lifting your hand, planting kisses up your arm. He thought it’d be a romantic way to gently push forward, but all that went out the window when he heard you softly whimper:

“Show me how bad…?”

In an instant, he was on you, kissing your lips roughly, guiding your arms around his neck while he slowly began to trail down your jaw. This wasn’t the first time you’d made out to the point of fondling and drooling all over each other’s throats but this time was special- you could feel it. You whined under his touch as his cold fingers inched up under the hem of your shirt. Writhing at the sensation, you instinctively arched your back in a vain effort to be closer to him. Chuckling at you, he slipped an arm under your back, holding you against him as he gnawed at your flesh, leaving mild bruises peppered along your neck and should as he went. “Oh, Raph…” you cried, overwhelmed by the lust bubbling inside you.

“Love it when you say my name like that,” he purred into your collarbone. “Fuck, I wanna do everything to you…”

“Tell me…” you whispered, barely audibly. “Tell me all the dirty things you think about…” 

Raph shuddered, hearing those words in your voice as he buried his face into your shoulder. “Wanna taste that sweet pussy of yours, fuck this throat,” he groaned, fingers ghosting over your flesh, threatening to choke you. “Want you to ride me ‘til the sun comes up.”

“Is that all?” you muttered, struggling to keep a confident face as his words hit straight to your womb. 

“Not even close, baby.” He smirked against your skin. “Want you every way.”

Sitting up against him, you began to shift positions. You were tired of laying there, letting him do all the work- you needed to show that you wanted him equally so. “In that case,” you said airily, popping up on top. “I'm all yours, baby.”

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Raph was beginning to feel a sting in his bottom lip, having now definitely broken skin. Biting it was the only thing he could do to keep himself together. His fingers had tangled themselves in your hair as one arm rested behind his head for support. You’d never thought he’d be so vocal when experiencing pleasure, but there he was, lounging in bed, moaning, whining, cussing, and praising all at the same time. It made you sticky knowing you were doing this to him, reducing him to putty in your hands- or rather in your mouth. 

It had taken you a minute to get the hang of this, and a few directions from him, such as “A-Ah, no teeth baby- fuck yeah, that's it!” but you felt like you were a pro at this point. Diligently, your head bobbed you and down nearly his full length, only stopping when your nose smooshed against his shell or his tip tickled the back of your throat. 

“Oh my God, you’re so fuckin’ good at this, baby.” he groaned guiding your head gently. “Taking this dick like a fuckin’ champ.” You hummed in response, loving his praise and how you made him feel. “Can’t wait to eat up that little pussy, gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

Jaw tired, you decided to take his talkativeness as an opportunity for rest, pulling off him with a pop. Instead, you nuzzled your face against his crotch, languidly pumping him in your fist. “Tell me how you want me baby.” you cooed, peppering kisses along his shaft.

“Fuck, you're gonna make me cum if you keep talkin’ like that…” he groaned, bucking his hips up, missing the warmth of your mouth. 

“I better stop then…” you teased lustily, halting your motion altogether and releasing your grip just enough so all he could feel was your fingertips and palm ghosting against him. 

“Baby, don’t do this to me,” Raph whined, eyes screwed shut and breathing heavily. “Damnit, I was so close.” You peered down at him, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you stifled a giggle. It felt amazing to be in control of him after all this time. The power was intoxicating, that was until he grew tired of your taunts and ripped it away from you.

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All you could do was scream, hoping nobody else could hear your hysterics as your hips bucked, begging for amazing friction. You were now reduced to ankle socks and a bra, pushed up to reveal your bouncing breasts. Completely naked from the waist down, you now sat, knees on either side of his head, riding his face. The way his tongue worked you was overwhelming, bringing tears to your eyes, as you sobbed for him. “O-Oh my God, Raph-! I-It feels so-!” You were hardly able to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences. “Good!”

Beneath you, Raph burring himself between your thighs, tongue parting your labia and suckling on your swollen clit like it could have been his last meal, moaning the entire time. You were delicious, sweeter tasting than he could’ve possibly imagined. He was addicted to the lack of air, suffocated with your needy heat. It was enough to make him absent-mindedly rock his hips with the rhythm of yours. He might have touched himself had it not been for the grip his hands had on your hips that he was unwilling to part with.

The feeling came upon you so suddenly that you almost didn't recognize it. It wasn’t like when you’d done things by yourself, there was no build-up, no knot snapping taught. It was as if he’d pushed a button that instantly sent you over the edge. “B-Baby!” you shrieked, almost frightened of the spontaneous intense wave of pleasure washing over you. “I-I think I’m-!” Before you could finish your decree, a long, cracking, needy croon was fished from your throat as you rode out the sudden orgasm. 

“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl, let it all out,” your lover encouraged, voice muffled as he continued to work you through your high. “Cum all over my face, pretty-pretty.” You did as he commanded, doing nothing to stop your sweet cream from glazing his mouth and cheeks. Exhausted and emotional, you slid down him and your shoulders slumped as you put your weight in your palms, resting them on his chest. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you cum.” He smirked, rubbing your thigh comfortingly. 

“You need a minute, baby?” He asked, smiling gently up at your flushed face. To his surprise, you urgently shook your head in protest. 

“N-No! I’m not done.” you decided, sliding down his plastron. “I wanna go all the way with you…” Your answer stunned him a bit and his smile faded. 

“Are you sure, doll? You look pretty tired.” he rationalized. “If we stop here, I won’t be mad, I’ll just finish myself off later.”

Your heart melted at his concern for your comfort, but you still refused. “No,” you huffed, mounting his lap. “I wanna feel you inside me,” You could feel his cock stiffen against your overly sensitive clit, making your hips twitch on contact. Suddenly, a tear slipped from your pleading eye and you looked into him needily. “Please, Raphael…” He tensed, you only used his full name when it was urgent. “I need you to make love to me…”

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Initially, the anguish was nearly unbearable, forcing him to pull out several times, but eventually, you got used to the full feeling, only needing now to overcome the sting. Raph was a perfect gentleman throughout, staying perfectly still unless instructed otherwise, and letting you take the lead. “T-Touch me, please…” you begged, needing some sort of distraction from the pain. His palm quickly found your breast, groping and admiring it with one hand while the other stayed on you, keeping you firmly planted against him. 

“You have the nicest body, (Y/N)...” he soothed, brushing a thumb over your perked nipple. “Perfect tits, smooth skin, pretty face,” he rambled on, showering you with compliments, waiting for your face to unwrinkle. When it didn’t he thought of something else. “Here, doll,” he cooed, taking both hands off you to guide yours up to your chest. “Play with these for me, ‘kay?” You nodded, obediently fondling yourself with little shame. One hand found its back home on the hump of your hip, while the other came up to your lips, prompting you to wet the fingers. You did so, parting your lips and sucking both thick digits before watching them sink between your thighs. 

Soothed by the aid, you hardly even notice when you’d begun to rock your hips, seeking more stimulation against your clit. At first, the movement was minuscule, but soon, you bounced enough to feel his tip bottom out, making you shriek. Beneath you, Raph groaned gutturally at deep penetration and the way you clenched around him when surprised. As if everything fell into place at once, you nodded, ready to officially begin. Wasting no time, he began pumping into you at a painfully slow pace with deep, meaningful strokes. 

You hated this, though you couldn’t place why. It was like he was teasing you going so slowly. “R-Raph…faster…” you whimpered, hands roaming your own body. That was all the consent he needed to kick it up a gear, clamping both hands on your hips and picking up pace to a steady rhythm. Before you knew it, you were on cloud nine, bouncing yourself in time with his thrusts, gaining momentum and speed as time drug on. 

“Ahhh,” he sighed, brows knitting together. “Yeah, baby just bounce on my cock, you know just what to do, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumbled, lost in never before felt pleasure.

“You love riding my dick, don’t you princess?” He asked, breathing heavily, trying to distract himself from cumming too early from the excellent squeeze you offered. 

“Yes, sir.” you replied with a breathy moan, head thrown back in pleasure. 

“How much?” he pressed, the pace picking up to breakneck speed as he brutalized your cervix. 

“So fucking much!” you gasped, nearly screaming at the tension building inside as he pounded into you.

“Tell me how much you love riding this dick, baby,” he demanded. “C’mon and be a good girl and tell me,” 

Humiliation bubbled inside of your stomach in a way that fueled your fire. Face beet red you shyly muttered: “I-I love…r-riding your dick…” Suddenly, all stimulation ceased and Raph fell as still as the eye of a storm. Looking down, you panicked, slightly annoyed. “W-What? Why’d you stop?” He ignored you, a cocky grin playing on his lips. “G-Go, please!” you begged, even trying to lift yourself off of him to bounce on him again, but his grip on your waist held you cemented to him, but still starving. “W-What gives, babe? Please go!”

“Louder.” 

“W-Wha-?” you blushed impossibly deeper, confused and frustrated to bits. 

“Say it louder,” he repeated unrelenting. 

“Raph-!” you squealed, clicking the pieces together. “Enough games, please!” You continued to struggle against his grip to fuck yourself on his cock, to no avail. 

“I’m not gonna finish fucking you until you scream for me.” he flirted darkly. “I want everyone to know who makes you feel this good.” You resisted further, before finally giving in. 

“I-I love riding your dick…” you said, nearly in a normal speaking voice. Still, he refused to move. 

“What’s that? I couldn’t hear you?” He teased, leaning closer as if to hear you better. 

“I said I love riding your dick!” barely shouted, relieved to feel the very slightest friction. 

“One more time, with feeling and I’ll give it to you so good,” he promised, shallowly rocking his hips. “One more time, baby, loud and proud for me.” 

“Please fuck me baby, I love riding your fucking dick!” you finally cried out, gritting your teeth and screaming lewdly into the air when he started again, pounding into you harshly.

“Atta girl!” he purred, locking in on finishing you for good.  “You’re so good for me, aren’t you, princess?”

“Y-Yes!,” you gasped, both to the question and just as a general statement. “Yes, yes, yes yes, oh, right there!”

“Fuck baby,” Raph crooned, his toes curling as tension built in his stomach. “You feel so damn good.” As if on cue, he shuddered, coming undone even more quickly upon feeling your messy hole clench around him.

“G-God, Raph, I’m so close!” you wept, slopping rutting your hips against his. “I-I’m gonna-!” Words tumbled over your lips, but the capacity for thought had long since dissolved, only being replaced with a lust that would permanently alter your brain chemistry. 

Laid out under you, Raph was in a similar state, mind fogged by your visage and feel and the fact that he had you all to himself. “C-Can’t believe you’re all mine,” He mumbled through gritting teeth and furrowed brows. “Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine-” He began to chant in tune with his brutal thrusts until finally, he tipped over the edge with a string of obscenities.

Likewise, you’d also been reduced to less than coherent speech, simply moaning and whimpering, having entirely given up talking dirty. You could feel it when he came- the bruising grip his fingers had on your thighs, the ache in your tummy from how he’d rearranged your guts, even the warm spurt that filled any gaps his cock hadn’t been able to occupy. Not that you could put two and two together, too focused on your own orgasm as it just began to breach.

The sensation rocked you, filling you with a buzzy warmth you’d never been able to achieve before. It felt so special to feel this for the first time with someone you loved, you thought as you came down from your high, still seeing white. Absent-mindedly, your hands blindly searched for his, unsure for a moment if it had been a dream. You were relieved to feel his large hand envelope yours, softly caressing your fingers with his thumb.

“I’m right here, baby,” he soothed, almost as if he’d read your mind. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” You smiled at this, tiredly pushing against him to give just enough space for his softening member to flop out of you. You shuddered at the empty feeling and the way his seed leaked out of you in what felt like gallons. Not caring enough to clean up right away, you simply laid ontop of him, head resting just under his chin. 

“I love you…” you said, as less of a reminder than a need for validation in your fragile state.

“I love you too, dollface.” he sighed, petting your hair. “Thanks for trusting me.”

“Mhmm…” you hummed in response, threatening to nod off. 

“Think this’ll happen again?” he wondered aloud, propping his head up with a bent arm. 

“Maybe…” you replied softly, secretly wishing he’d shut up and let you sleep already. 

“Well, if it does, we should probably use a condom next time.”

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