#raph imagine

“Raph?” You waved your hand, drawing his attention. “You good?”

“Yeah, I, uh…when’d ya get that?” He pointed at the tattoo with a large finger, eyes locking on it for another long moment before meeting your eyes again.

“This afternoon.” You replied, chuckling.

“Huh. Does it hurt?”

“A little.” You set your Switch down and turned your attention towards him as he walked closer. “Mikey designed it.”

“Mikey designed ya tattoo?” Raph asked, eyes widening. “Did Donnie do it? He did the rest of ours.” Raph informed you, hopping over the back of the couch to sit beside you.

“I didn’t know that. No, he didn’t. I went to a tattoo place on the surface. All women tattoo artists, very clean. All of the booths are decorated with pastel colors.”

“Sounds like the perfect place for ya.” He chuckled. “Is this ya first one?”

“It is.” You nodded. “I’ve been wanting it for a while, though.”

“It looks great on ya.” He grinned. “How bad did it hurt?”

“The linework didn’t hurt that bad but the colors did. Donnie went over aftercare with me. It’ll probably be bleeding the rest of today.”

“Donnie get ya any Aquaphor? I got some in my room if ya need it.”

“He did, but thank you.”

“If ya need any help changing ya bandage, let me know, alright? I’m real good at that.”

“I’d appreciate it. I’m planning on switching tomorrow, once the majority of the bleeding is done.” You looked over his tattoos curiously. “Did yours hurt?”

Raph looked down at his half-sleeve, offering his arm to you so you could get a closer look. It was hard to make it out, given the shade of his scales, but you could see a few turtles. Four of them, actually. Aww. There were some kanji as well, though you didn’t know what they meant.

“Yeah, pretty bad. Donnie had to make different needles to try to pierce the scales. Lots of, uh, trial and error.” He chuckled. “I think they look good, though. I want him to finish my sleeve at some point, but we’ve been busy.”

“I can imagine.”

“You think you’ll get more?”

“I was laying on that table brainstorming more.” You laughed. “I don’t know when, though. Probably a few months from now, once this one is all healed up.”

“That’s probably a good plan.”

Mikey gasped very loudly behind you. “Oh my god, angelcakes! You’re back! How did it turn out?”

“It looks awesome.” You assured him, motioning him closer so he could see. Mikey fawned over his art on your body and it was very wholesome, but Raph couldn’t fight the tiniest tinge of jealousy inside of him.

Maybe…maybe he’d design something for you to get tattooed next…

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He tries. He really does. But honestly, that thing that you're laying next to is not a man, it's a sizzling pile of muscle and sex.

He'll try to clean you up, put on a pair of boxers so he's not just hanging out au naturel, he'll find you a nice snug t-shirt to sleep in.

And then it's cuddle time, baby.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: Arms. Obviously. They're his babies, so to speak, he's dedicated his life to them. And he LOOOOVES how tiny you look when he has his arms around you.

Yours: Ass. We all knew that too. He is an unapologetic ass-man.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

So. Much. Cum.

I mean, all the boys are huge, they produce A LOT of the stuff.

Raphie Boy is very territorial about you and seeing it come out of you, something primal in him awakens.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn't actually mind you being on top, in fact he actually likes it. No explanation for why, but he does, and will sometimes try to be sneaky and go 'Wanna be on top, Shorty?'

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

If Pornhub counts as experience, then he has all the experience.

Apart from that not much, BUT he's more than willing to learn.

Practice makes perfect after all.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggie -> Reverse cowgirl.

Told you, unapologetic ass-man.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He'd crack a joke or two every once in a while, but mostly sticks to listening to you, doesn't want to disturb the symphony you're performing.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

N/A, boy is smooth af (tangent: I love that about these boys)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's quiet as can be, sometimes a bit aggressive (a lot aggressive (if the occasion calls for it)). His hands are constantly on the move somewhere on you. All the bites and hickeys and kisses, that's what you get for loving this big boy.

Will try to be romantic, but sometimes messes it up despite the fact he's a hopeless romantic (getting the words out is the issue, rather than unwillingness).

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Yep.

A lot of jacking off.

Both, before and after you got together. The moment you started dating was the moment his mind cleared of anyone else, and then there was only you. He knew, in the early stages of your relationship he couldn't immediately jump you, he was terrified he'd scare you off. So he made do with what he could.

And then you started dating, and then it became more and more rare for him to need to help himself. It became more of a stress relief after a long day, rather than a necessity. He has you after all.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Dirty talk, some light bondage, light impact play (coz he's scared he'd hurt you, you're so small and delicate compared to him), those are the obvious ones.

But please, please, PLEASE, praise this boy, he desperately needs it. Use all the pretty words, and you'll have his heart.

Also, see point D, but he secretly enjoys himself an assertive partner, someone who could stand up to him. After all, pointless arguments are his love language. He'd love to be put in his place by his lover who is a third of his size.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere (his bed, your bed, their kitchen, your kitchen, their bathroom, any bathroom, whatever table, some corner of some alley somewhere) wherever the occasion calls for it, he's not picky. Just give him a sign, he's ready.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything (something in a movie reminded him of you, he saw someone on patrol that looked kinda like you, wearing his color, wearing his brothers' colors, wearing too much, not wearing much, a Halloween costume, you just mentioning the word 'sex'), get ready to go to poundtoun any time if the day.

Note: I left this section from Donnie's but honestly I believe it applies.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation is also something he'd hate to do. Either side is bad for him, he couldn't force himself to use anything but loving and positive language about you, and with all of his insecurities about everything, he won't really enjoy being called names.

Pegging is a big no, no, too. Big macho man doesn't like someone meddling in his *cough cough* private business. He'd share anything with you, but not THAT.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This man would go crazy for a head, he'd ask sometimes, but would hold off sometimes because he's very aware of how big he is (trust me he KNOWS, he's measured it) and is scared something might happen to you.

And he loves to give, he loves the power and control it gives him over you. He loves your sounds, your expressions, the constant grasping for something to squeeze the life out of. He loves all of that.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough most of the time, but he does sometimes slow it down, for both your sake. As much as he'd hate to admit it out loud, he loves to make love to you. All the proximity, eye contact and tender words, and slow synchronised motions of your bodies.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn't mind, really. Whatever the situation allows, and sometimes you're both busy, you both have duties to attend to, but you both need the other desperately. Sometimes he enjoys those heated stolen moments with you more than the real thing, because it's when he has you truly to himself.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's all about unmeasured risk, he'd take any place any time just to be with you. And if someone happens to walk in, we'll, on their head be it, so long as they don't lay eyes on what is only for him.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

All the stamina!

Prepare to have your guts rearranged, after the Nth mind-boggling orgasm just for this cocky man to ask 'Wanna go again?'

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not much of a toys guy, he likes it when it's just you two. Would maybe find it okay if you used a plug or a vibe every once in a while but honestly kinda feels off about you using 'things to help you get there' as he puts it, like he's not doing enough (even if you explain to him time and time again, that that's not what it is).

And using them himself is completely out of the question, all he needs is you and you alone, nothing more.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he'd tease alright. About anything really. From the amount and kind of noise you're making, to the lingerie he's about to destroy, to your eagerness, anything.

Coz he's a little shit like that.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's quiet, or so he likes to think.

He'll grunt and groan, and churr and growl, but his main focus is always you. He's only loud when he cums, but he's very loud then.

And then all you hear is rapid breathing.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He sometimes forgets his strength, and once he was going at it so hard, that during doggy, he accidentally knocked your head against the wall.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

The boy is huge and thick. We all know that.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

🎶High all the time🎵

As I said, he's ready all the time, any time.

He can go for hours at a time. Just give him a wink, he'll be ready.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Big Man needs his sleep, alright? The moment he's completely tuckered out (which takes a while to achieve), he'll just lay down and sleep like the dead. You will not be able to wake this man with a wrecking ball.

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“You don’t have to actually be good at it!” He pleaded. “You should see some of the other projects. No one in the program is good at acting.”

Raph was quiet for a second, his large arms crossed in front of him, thinking. “How long is it gonna take?”

“Few hours.” Mikey shrugged. He raised an eyebrow. “And your costar is really, really hot.”

Raph sighed, disgruntled. “When?”

“YES! DUDE THANK YOU SO MUCH! YOU WON’T REGRET IT!” Mikey ran and returned with a script and a schedule, shoving it into his older brother’s hands. “We film tomorrow!”

Raph’s eyes widened. “TOMORROW?!”

***

Raph went with Mikey to where the rest of his group was meeting to film their project. He hadn’t really had time to look at the script and Mikey assured him that they’d be filming in small enough chunks that he wouldn’t need to have very much memorized at a time. He also didn’t really know what kind of movie it was and he didn’t care; he just couldn’t wait until it was over.

A few minutes after they arrived, so did his costar. And god, he couldn’t stop staring. Mikey was right. God, why was Mikey always right?

“I am so sorry I’m late. The bus almost hit a pedestrian and it was a whole thing.” You apologized.

“Don’t worry about it!” Mikey waved off your concern. “This is my brother, Raph.”

“Nice to meet you, Raph. I’m (Y/N).” You introduced, a warm smile on your face.

Raph didn’t miss the way your eyes lingered on him, but instead of the looks disdain he usually got, instead it seemed to be curiosity. Awe, even? Weird, he decided, but not unwelcome.

It was a long, awkward moment before he realized he’d better respond. “Oh, uh, nice to meet you too.”

“Um, you guys can get to know each other a little better. We’ve gotta get the equipment set up.” Mikey said, leaving the two of you on your own.

The filming location was a place you were very familiar with: the library. Particularly, in front of the cozy little coffee shop in the library.

“I didn’t really, uh, look at the script, but I’m guessing they needed a monster for a horror movie or something…” Raph flipped through the pages, skimming.

“It’s a rom com.” You corrected quietly. “I’m the main character. You’re the love interest.”

If Raph could physically blush, he was sure his cheeks would rival the color of his mask. “…Oh.”

“Is that alright?” You asked.

“Oh! Yeah, yeah it’s fine, I just…” He chuckled to himself. “I ain’t ever acted in anything before, let alone anything romantic.”

“It’s not too much, I don’t think.” You reassured him. “I’m pretty sure the most they’ll have us do is awkwardly brush hands. It’s a coffee shop meet-cute.”

“Gotcha.” And while he was relieved, he was also a little…disappointed? Huh. Weird. “So, uh, what’s yer major?”

“I’m a film major. I’m in Mikey’s class and they needed actors, so I’m paying it forward in case I need someone in my project. What’s yours?”

“I’m undecided. Just, uh, taking some time to figure things out, you know. I never really had any…school experience before this.”

“That’s a lot to adjust to.”

“Yeah, it is. I’m getting used to it, though.”

“That’s good! If you need any help with anything, let me know. I’ve picked up a bunch of good tips and tricks.”

He chuckled. “I will, thanks.”

“Do you have snapchat?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“One second.” You fished your phone out of your bag and unlocked it, opening the app to your snapcode, which he scanned and added you. “There you go.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

Raph took some more time reading over the script to get the gist of the scene and you were right. Indeed, it was a rom com. Not his preferred genre, by any means, but maybe he’d warm up to it a bit over the course of the day.

“Hey (Y/N)?” Mikey called from over where they had the camera set up on the tripod. “Do you know how to white-balance this thing? Everything is orange for some reason. Which is a great color, but I’m sure Smith will dock us points for it.”

“Oh, I’ve got you.” You nodded. You looked up at Raph, your purse in hand. “Will you hold this for a second?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” He nodded, holding out a giant three-fingered hand to take the bag from you. He watched you walk over to where the rest of the group was standing, crowded around the camera. You worked your magic, shuffling through the menu and helping adjust the camera correctly. Raph couldn’t stop staring. You looked so focused. So passionate. He could tell you really liked film and everything it entailed and he wished he could just find something he cared about as much as you cared about your major.

“Awesome.” He heard Mikey say, his eyes fixed on the camera’s screen. “Thanks!”

“Of course!” You walked back over to where Raph was and he handed you your bag back. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem.” He opened his mouth to say something else, but Mikey walked over to the two of you.

“You guys ready? I think we’re good to start now.”

“All set.” You confirmed, giving him a thumbs-up, and Raph nodded.

***

Raph might have to reconsider his stance on this acting thing. Did he think he was all that good at it? No. But so long as he had you as a costar, he’d act willingly in any project Mikey (or you) needed him for. And at the end of the shoot, he ended up having a really good time. So much so that when you guys were all done, he was…sad. Like, really sad about it.

You parted ways. You weren’t in any of his classes, so Raph wasn’t really sure if he’d see you around that much. And he didn’t see you around…until a few weeks later.

He was at the library studying with his brothers at their favorite table when suddenly, his phone buzzed, a message from snapchat coming in. He looked at the notification, doing a double-take when he read your name there. And when he reached to answer it, he moved too fast and knocked his shell-shaped cell phone off of the table.

Shit.

He bent down to pick it up and when he opened the snapchat, he was surprised to see…the back of his shell? It was captioned: “I spy with my little eye…Something red and green 😉”

Immediately, he whipped around, and sure enough, nestled in a table by the windows was you, looking at him over the top of your laptop screen. You giggled when he spotted you, waving.

Raph nudged Mikey, who was sitting across from him and Mikey traced Raph’s eyeline to where you were, his face immediately lighting up.

“Oh! Hey (Y/N)!” Mikey waved. “You wanna sit with us?”

“Is that alright?”

“Hell yeah!” Mikey motioned you over. “The more the merrier! We can pull up a chair over here on the end.”

So, you gathered your stuff while the guys rearranged some things, putting you on the end of the table, right between Mikey and Raph. When you got over there, you noticed they were sitting with the other two giant mutated turtles on campus, who you had heard of, but hadn’t met yet.

“(Y/N), these are our brothers. Leo’s over there in the blue, our fearless leader. And this is Donatello, the one we go to for homework help.”

“Not tonight you aren’t. This paper is due at midnight and it is…” Donnie glanced down at the clock on his laptop and as soon as he did, he started typing impossibly faster. “Eleven thirty-seven. Do not look at me or breathe in my direction.”

“Noted.” Mikey nodded, a trace of fear in his eyes.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N). You’re in one of Mikey’s classes, right?”

“Yep! I’m in his film class.” You smiled, taking a sip of your iced coffee. “I got the pleasure of costarring with this one.” You nudged Raph lightly, causing him to smile the most genuine smile Mikey had ever seen on his older brother’s face.

Huh. Mikey took note, something devious stirring in the back of his mind. Interesting…

“What did you get on that, by the way?” You asked.

“We got an A! Well, Minus. But you know how Smith is.”

“Dude that’s awesome!” You bumped your fist against his. “Good job. I’m pretty sure my group got a B, but we’re not mad about it. C’s get degrees, as they say.”

“Cheers to that.” Leo chuckled.

“What are you working on today, Raph?” You asked, tilting your head in a way that sent his heart racing in a way he could not explain.

“I have a paper for my Writing 150 class.”

“Oof that sucks. Who do you have?”

“Trainor.”

“Ouch. She hated me.” You grimaced, shaking your head. “She found out I was bi and it was all over for me.”

“Did you report her? I’m pretty sure you can report her for that sort of thing.” Raph asked, trying not to get heated over it. He was pretty sure she didn’t like him very much either, but it was probably due to the fact that he was a giant green turtle. “That’s bullshit.”

“I’m in the process of that right now.” You nodded. “She’s a bitch. I don’t know if they’ll actually do anything about it though.”

“Keep me posted. I might file something too if she doesn’t stop glaring at me during class.” Raph grumbled. “It’s annoying.”

“That would be annoying. Her beady little eyes glaring at you for two agonizing hours of ‘This is how to correctly use a comma’.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. It is.”

You glanced at your phone, which buzzed with a text from one of your roommates. “Oh! Uh, do you guys have any plans this weekend?”

“Nope. Why?” Mikey asked, curiosity seeping into his voice.

“My roommate is throwing a party, if you guys wanna come. It’ll be pretty chill. Drinks, pizza, some music.”

“Oh hell yes.” Mikey nodded. He looked at Leo. “Leo, can we?”

“I don’t see why not.” Leo shrugged. “Sounds like a good time.”

“Is there a dress code?” Mikey asked. Now that he was finally allowed to socialize, he didn’t want to fuck it up.

“Nope. Just casual. Come as you are.”

“Do you need us to bring anything?”

“If you guys have a drink of choice, bring that, I guess, but otherwise, my roommate’s boyfriend works at a pizza place, so we get a pretty good discount and we have literally so much wine.”

“That’s amazing.” Mikey nodded, making a mental note to look into jobs at a pizza place later.

“We’ll bring a veggie tray.” Donnie said, his fingers flying across the keyboard of his laptop until finally, he stopped. “I finished, by the way.”

“Good job, dude!” Mikey gave him a thumbs up. “You wanna write mine next?”

“Ha.” Donnie stared at him. “Funny.”

“What’s your paper on, Raph? Maybe I can help.”

Raph turned his laptop towards you. “We have to write it about like growing up. You can, uh, read it if you want. I don’t mind. I’m kinda stuck right now anyway.”

“Okay.” You agreed, switching his laptop for yours. You winked. “Trade ya.”

“What are you writing about?” He asked, scrolling to the top of your document.

“Women in Film.” You shot finger guns at him. “I’m about to make some Film Bois REALLLL mad.”

“Roast ‘em, (Y/N).” Mikey laughed, knowing all too well exactly which film boys you were talking about. He was not a fan.

“That’s the plan.” You chuckled and then started reading over Raph’s paper. You had known before meeting them that they hadn’t exactly had the best childhood, but…wow was it eye-opening reading the experience from his eyes. “Holy shit.”

“That bad?” He joked, trying to read your expression.

“No, it’s…Raph, this is really good, but wow. You guys went through a lot, huh?”

“Yeah…” He shrugged. “It wasn’t all bad, but it sure wasn’t normal by any means.”

“Mmm…” You nodded, looking up at him. “I mean, normal is kinda overrated.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad ya think so. Not many people do.”

You shrugged, smiling softly. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not like many people.”

***

“(Y/N), this place is as clean as it’s gonna get. It’s a party. It’ll be messed up in,” your roommate, Haley, glanced down at her watch, “like twenty minutes.”

“I know, I just…I’m nervous. These guys are basically superheroes. I want to make a good impression.”

“Fair point.”

You swept the kitchen floor and got out the cutest paper plates you had in the cupboard as well as some solo cups and plastic wine glasses. If you could avoid broken glass today, that was probably the move.

The doorbell buzzed and your heart raced, but it was just your other roommate’s boyfriend with the pizza.

“Is Darcy here?” He asked.

“She’s upstairs getting ready, you explained, helping him get the pizza and breadsticks and everything set up on the counter. He’d also brought a few two-liters of Pepsi, which was good. You put it next to the giant jug of fruit punch you’d bought at the grocery store. It was important to make sure your non-drinking friends had something to drink, too.

A few minutes after, guests started arriving. Darcy came downstairs and started up her iconic party playlist. Your neighbors popped in. It was easier to invite them and let them have a good time with you than have them call security on you guys for throwing a party, even if it was the weekend and it was only nine.

You turned off the lamps in the living room and instead set your strip lights to party mode, causing them to cycle through a bunch of colors in time with the music. It was then that the doorbell rang again and you rushed to the mirror to check yourself once more. You adjusted your hair, straightened out your top, and checked your teeth for food. Nope, you were good.

So, with the rest of the hosts distracted, you opened the door. On the other side of it were four tall, green gentlemen, one of them carrying a veggie tray.

“Hey guys, come on in!”

You moved out of the way so they could step inside.

Mikey’s eyes widened, looking into the living room full of dancing college kids. “Woahhhhh this is awesome!”

“Glad you think so.” You laughed. “There’s food and drinks in here, the bathroom is in the hallway, and everyone else seems to be either in the living room or the back yard.”

“Where do you want this veggie tray?” Donnie asked.

“Thank you so much for bringing this, by the way! You can set it over by the pizza boxes. I can get a spoon for the dip.” You said, walking towards the silverware drawer and producing a spoon while Donnie popped the lid off of the plastic serving tray and opened up the dip. You handed him the spoon.

The guys were each sporting their signature color, but they were wearing clothes you hadn’t seen them in before. Usually, Raph liked to wear a large gray hoodie, but today, he was sporting a black t-shirt and an impossibly large red flannel with some jeans. It looked good on him. Like, really good.

Apparently, he was thinking the same thing, because as soon as you were free, he walked up to you and nudged you gently. “You look really good.”

Your cheeks flushed with warmth and you wished you could blame it on wine, but you hadn’t even had a sip yet. “Thanks. You clean up pretty nice yourself.”

Had you worn a red top on purpose? Yes, absolutely. Would you admit to it, though? No, definitely not.

But Mikey noticed. Oh, Mikey noticed everything. And he couldn’t help but think that you and his older brother would make quite the couple. Maybe there was something he could do to just…give it a little push.

***

The time came later, when the party was finally starting to wind down. Some people had left. Your neighbors had gone home, and you’d switched the strip lights to a light, warm color. You’d also switched the upbeat party playlist for something chill to play in the background. The remaining partygoers were all settled in a circle in the living room, eating whatever pizza was left, sipping on box wine, and playing a game of truth or dare.

“Haley, truth or dare?” Darcy challenged.

“Truth.”

“Okay…Fuck, Marry, Kill: Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth and…..Chris Pine.”

“DAMN.” She cursed. “You can’t do that to me. Shit. Uh…Fuck Chris…Hemsworth. Marry Chris…Pine? And—”

“Don’t you do it!” You warned.

“Kill Chris Evans.”

“Noooooooooo!” You whined, taking a sip of your drink. The rest of the group laughed. “Poor Captain America.”

“Rest in pieces, Cap.” She agreed, shaking her head. “Okay…Mikey, truth or dare.”

“Dare.” Mikey answered quickly. He always picked dare, so in the fifth round of the game, it wasn’t much of a surprise.

“I dare you…to take a shot of straight lemon juice.”

“Easy peasy.” Mikey scoffed, pouring himself a shot and downing it.

You watched as his face contorted at the sour, sour taste. You couldn’t help but giggle a little at that.

“Good job, Mikey.” Donnie laughed, dipping a piece of broccoli in dip before popping it into his mouth.

“Taking it like a champ.” Leo added, nodding.

“Alright, my turn?” Mikey asked, looking around the circle for his victim, pretending he hadn’t been planning this since round one. “(Y/N). Truth or dare?”

You thought about it for a second. How easy it would be to just choose truth again, but for some reason, you were feeling a little brave, so instead, you picked, “Dare.”

“Oooooooh,” the circle said, all of them a little surprised by that choice.

“Okay. Alright.” Mikey rubbed his hands together mischievously. All according to plan. “I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.”

“OOOOOOOHHHH!” The circle all stared at you and you thought for a second, a smirk settling on your features.

“Oh that’s easy.” You got up and crossed the circle until you were standing in front of Raph. Even sitting down, he was almost your height. “Think I could get a kiss?”

Raph stared up at you, shocked, waiting for you to say Sike! HAHA! Did you actually think I thought you were hot?! Loser!

But you never did, instead looking down at him with sincerity, patience. Were you a little…nervous, even?

“Why me?” He whispered, his eyes fixed on you. There were plenty of good-looking human guys still there, and yet you were certain. Unwavering. Then, louder, he asked, his heart absolutely fighting to get out of his chest, “Are you sure?”

“Positive.” You nodded, starting to lean closer. Once you were most of the way in, you let him meet you in the middle, your soft human lips meeting his, which were, you had to admit, way softer than you thought they would be.

Raphael kissed you like you were made of glass, like if he moved too fast, you would shatter. It was his first kiss, after all, and he didn’t want to fuck it up.

When it finally ended, you walked back to your seat in the circle, your cheeks rosy, heart racing. Haley gave you a nudge and you giggled, your stomach filled with butterflies. The rest of the game went along with little fanfare, and once everyone was tired enough, the apartment cleared out even more, leaving just your roommates, Darcy’s boyfriend, and the turtles, who insisted on helping clean everything up. Well, it had been Leo’s idea, but the rest had agreed to stick around to help.

You volunteered to go out into the backyard to pick up all of the stray solo cups and White Claw cans. You hated litter. You worked out there alone for a bit. As you bent down to pick up the last can you heard the signature screech of the sliding door opening.

Raph squeezed through the narrow doorway, cursing his shell for making him so damn wide.

“Hey,” you said softly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Your voice was almost swallowed up by the sounds of the choir of crickets outside.

“Hey.” He closed the sliding door. “Can we talk?”

“Yeah, of course.” You nodded, tying off the trash bag you were using to collect garbage. “How was your first college party?”

“It was great. Really, really great.” He said, taking slow steps through the grass towards you. “Um…I…did you mean what you said? Earlier.”

“What do you mean?”

“When you…was I really…” he laughed at the absurdity of it. “You think I’m hot?”

“I do.” You nodded. “Of course I do.”

“I’m sorry if I find that a little hard to believe.” He shook his head, stopping right in front of you. When he was standing in front of you like this, he was remined of just how big he was compared to you, just how much he towered over you. Just how different you were. “I’m just used to the opposite reaction.”

“Believe it.” You reached forward and took his hand in yours, gripping one of his giant green fingers.

“I’m trying to.” He chuckled and fiddled with your little hand, nervous. “You know, uh…that was my first kiss in there. I wasn’t too awful, was I?”

“I didn’t mean to steal your first one.” You laughed softly. “Sorry. But to answer your question, I thought it was perfect.”

“That’s a relief.” He was quiet for a moment, thinking. “Uh…If it’s alright with ya…I’d like to give you my second kiss, too.”

Instead of answering, you took another step closer, looking up, up, up into his piercing green eyes. “You’re gonna have to come down here; I can’t reach.”

He laughed. “Right.” Raph craned his neck down, one of his large hands tilting your face up towards his so he could meet you in the middle for another perfect kiss.

***

“What are you doing?” Leo asked Mikey, who was peering through the blinds into the back yard of the apartment.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s really caring, a huge cuddle bug, even if it’s suitable for work cuddling, it’s something he would ever admit, but he likes it because it’s with you.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his muscles, no surprise there – and he’ll use it against you because he knows you like it as well. On you, he loves your ass and your hips.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He likes cumming inside of you because it’s clean and he might get embarassed when he’s not in the eat anymore.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes it when you ride him, a huge huge turn on.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

You’re his only one, he doesn’t know anything about what he’s even supposed to do, but over time with you, he understands what you like.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggy style, definitely.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He could not be goofy, you’re his only one so he doesn’t want to embarass any of you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I think the fact that he’s a turtle is pretty self-explanatory lmao.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Very very romantic and intimate, expect if he’s pissed or tired, will be a bit rougher during those times.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He has sometimes, when he needs you but you’re not there, however, he doesn’t like it as much because he’s a little embarassed about it. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He kind of likes light bondage on you, it’s really hot, he has an ass kink as well, he’s more than willing to spank you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In the beginning, it was in your apartment because he was not going to do it in his room because his brothers would be close.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your teasing would definitely be a huge turn on. Other than that, if he’s had a rough patrol that will definitely put him in the mood.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that could midly harm you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He would love giving just as much as receiving.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough most of the time, if he feels romantic or you asked for it, he would be slow and sensual.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

It depends on his mood if he likes quickies. Usually, he prefers actual sex so he can savour you fully, but sometimes he just need release before patrol.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

As he becomes more confident, he would be a lot more willing to experiment. You guys don’t experiement every time but more often than not, you try something new to spice things up.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He has huge stamina, so usually, you’re the one who dictates how many rounds you have. However, he doesn’t last very long.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No toys, not him, nor you, he wouldn’t use toys because he would be way to embarassed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

As he gets used to your teasing, he would like to tease you back though. If he’s needy or tired though, he would just take you somewhere private.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s loud when he’s tired, since he was embarassed when you first started, he kept decently quiet and it kinda stuck over time.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He would be more than willing to tie your hands behind your back with his bandana.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s big and thick.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He has a decently high sex drive, it really depends on the day, most times he can control his sex drives, but sometimes he really just can’t.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He can go a whole day without sleeping honestly. 

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