#tmnt vampire

the first time you confessed that his blood smelled… different, he immediately became suspicious.

“what the hell does that even mean?” he’d cross his arms, convinced you were joking.

when you quietly admitted you were struggling not to think about biting him, his face turned bright red before he barked at you to stay five feet away.

he spent the next hour pretending it didn’t bother him while secretly wondering why you specifically wanted his blood.

when he eventually learned that vampires don’t simply “choose another person” when they’re attached to someone, everything changed.

he hated the thought of you suffering because you refused to feed from strangers, and while donnie insisted there had to be another solution, raph made up his mind on his own.

one night he simply walked over, rolled up the sleeve on his forearm, looked away with burning cheeks, and muttered, “just… get it over with.”

he tenses every single time. every muscle in his body locks the moment your fangs touch his skin. his hands curl into fists, his jaw clenches, and he lets out a low grunt through gritted teeth.

not because he regrets it—but because it hurts, and he’s never been particularly good at hiding pain. even then, he never once tells you to stop before you’ve had enough.

despite acting tough, he watches your face afterward more than his own wound. if your skin regains some color, if your eyes lose that hungry look, if you seem healthier… that’s enough for him.

he’ll quietly wrap a bandage around his arm while pretending he doesn’t notice you looking guilty.

he’d absolutely tease you afterward. “that enough for ya, vampire?” he’ll smirk, trying to lighten the mood because he knows you’ll apologize at least five times.

inside, though, he’s oddly proud that he could help you in a way nobody else could.

leo isn’t thrilled about it. he’s worried about infections, blood loss, your self-control… basically everything.

raph argues with him constantly about it. “i know what i’m doin’.”

he doesn’t, not really, but he’d rather deal with leo’s lectures than watch you slowly weaken because you refuse to feed.

your biggest fear is accidentally taking too much. one night you’re so hungry that you force yourself to stop halfway through, shaking so badly you nearly cry.

before you can apologize, raph cups the side of your face with one huge hand. “look at me.” you do. “you stopped. you were in control.” hearing him say it so confidently helps quiet the panic in your head.

he’s ridiculously protective immediately after feeding. maybe it’s because he’s slightly weaker for a little while, or maybe it’s because he knows you’re emotionally exhausted afterward, but he becomes even more possessive than usual.

one arm around your shoulders, keeping you close while glaring at anyone who gets too near, silently daring them to say something.

he absolutely refuses to let anyone shame you for what you are. if someone calls you a monster, his temper explodes before yours ever can.

“she ain’t hurtin’ anybody.” his voice drops into that dangerous growl everyone recognizes. “she’s got more self-control than most humans i’ve met.”

over time, feeding becomes strangely intimate rather than frightening. instead of treating it like a burden, raph starts preparing for it.

he’ll sit somewhere quiet, remove the wraps from his forearm, take a steady breath, and nod toward you. no dramatic speeches. no hesitation. just complete trust.

for someone as guarded as raphael, that’s about the closest thing to saying i love you.

one evening you quietly ask him why he keeps doing this when it hurts every time. he shrugs at first, avoiding your eyes like the question annoys him.

after a long silence, he finally mutters, “…because i can’t fix what you are…but i can make sure you don’t gotta go through it alone.”

then, embarrassed by his own honesty, he immediately tells you to stop looking at him like that before he changes his mind. even though you both know he never would.

You went back home to gather what you needed and headed back to the lair. You had left a note on your front door that you were going somewhere for a week. You didn't have to worry about anyone breaking in because Donnie had long ago installed a security system for you.

Once you stepped foot in the lair Mikey appeared. It seemed like his ninja skills were put to use in overtime. His senses were on alert, heightened.

"Y/n, where were you? I've been looking for you, and you know I cant go out when its daylight."

"Calm down, I just went to get some stuff." You sighed. "I'm going to stay with you for a week so you won't bite everyone's heads off."

He huffed. "I can't help it. Just the thought of-"

"I know, I know, Mikey. You don't have to worry about that now." You shushed him. You held his face in your hands and pressed your lips into his to kiss him. You felt his hands then his arms wrap around your waist, holding you close to him.

You could tell this orange banded turtle was horny. He was getting really handsy, and a little impatient. He was already loosening his gear, letting them fall to the ground, and tried to pull your shirt off.

"Whoa, baby, not here. Let's go to your room" you smirked at him.

"Ooooo, girl, you don't know what you got yourself into" He playfully growled and started sucking and licking that spot on your neck that made you shiver from lust. You wanted him, but you knew he wanted you more. You led him to his room, closed and locked the door behind you, and let him devour you. He almost tore your shirt and bra apart just to get to your warm soft flesh.

"Mikey~~~" you softly moaned.

"That's right, baby, you're MINE."

He snuggled his head between your breasts for a moment before his tongue trailed up your neck to the shell of your ear, making you shiver again. He heard your blood rushing through your veins, and he stopped his ministrations for a moment.

"I do, but... I'm scared of what'll happen afterward. I don't want to leave you alone, though..."

Mikey hurt everywhere: his heart hurt for you, he was hungry for your blood, and his cock throbbed to feel you wrapped around him, which was making his shell tighten. You caused all of this to happen to him. He wanted you, for all time.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

He pressed his forhead against yours. "Its okay, babes. I'll help you with everything." he promised. He will try his hardest to make your life as comfortable as possible. He firmly kissed you again, taking your breath away. "I love you, y/n."

"I love you, too, Mikey."

You caressed his speckled cheek, looking into his blue eyes, glowing from his vampiric, and his animalistic, need to have you. His body started moving you towards his bed. When the side of the matress hit the back of your legs, you sat down on the edge, waiting for whatever Mikey had planned.

"Just Relax. Lay back and let me take care of you."

"But I want to take care of you, too~" your voice purred as your fingertips danced and circled his cloaca.

He moaned. "You can do that later. Right now, I just want to eat you out because..." He flashed his fangs. "I'm starving. I've been thinking about you all day..." He kissed his way down your body, pushing you to lay back and spreading your thighs apart. "I want to have you screaming and begging for me until you can't take anymore."

He went down on you, knowing exactly what you liked. He licked, sucked, and teased your clit. You were already wet and so desperate to have him. Your desire to have him inside you made you whine and writhe your body underneath his touch.

"Please~~~"

"Please, what, babygirl?"

You whimpered in response as your muscles spasmed, wanting something bigger to fill you.

"You're gonna have to use your words, baby" he teased. His cock was finally free and ready to pound you into the matress.

"Please~ I need you~ I want you to take me and mark me as yours~ Bite me.~"

That smirk on his face made you more aroused. Mikey nipped your inner thigh before settling himself between your legs. "Okay. I'm gonna slide myself inside, then I'm gonna drink your blood. Ready?"

"Yeah..."

The head of his dick slid into your tight wet cavern. You loved the burn that set your body in flames as he slowly stretched you. You let out cries and moans of pleasure and arched your body to take more of him even though he was as deep as he could go.

His fangs sunk into your neck, letting your life blood flow down his throat. The copper taste was addicting, a whole lot better than the alternative that Donnie made. He tried his best to be gentle with you; his focus was on trying to make you feel good. And he must've been doing it right because you were making sounds he never heard before and your slick muscles gripped him tighter, keeping him there.

🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

You blacked out for a moment. "Hey, are you alright?" he had asked you. "Yeah, I'm okay." You felt him still hard inside you, and you felt the fire ignite again instantly. Your arousal seemed to have sky rocketed, too. You weren't this aroused before; all you could think about was being taken fast and hard by Mikey.

"Here. You're going to need to drink some blood first, my little vampirella."

He exposed the side of his neck and leaned down on top of you. You wrapped your arms and legs around him as your fangs pierced his skin to drink his blood. The taste was a little strange at first but how it was making you feel was intoxicating. He pulled you off when he felt that you had your fill and told you to lick his wounds to heal them.

On your signal he started moving inside you slow, and then held your hips as he jackhammered into you. The headboard thumped against the wall, the bed creaked. You moaned loudly as he quickly got you to your orgasm. "Mikey!" you screamed over and over as you rode out the waves of ecstasy that crashed over you.

Coming down from your high, you tried to calm your beating heart. However, you was ready for a round 2. That was totally fine with him because he wasn't through with you. He unwrapped your legs and pushed them up towards your chest, opening yourself more as he reached the parts of you that had ached.

"Oh, god...." his speech was jumbled, his brain was no longer functional for rational thought. He was primal, wild. He gave up control and rocked into you so hard and so fast you could barely catch a breath. He pants and groans gave you an indication that he was getting close, which turned you on and made you moan.

"M-Mikey! Michelangeloooo~ Deeper, cum inside me. I want you, I want you~♡"

"I want you, too, y/n, baby. Im almost there, almost there." he whimpered as the pressure he felt building was being stretched out like a rubber band. He was about to come undone. You told him to thrust harder, and within a few strokes he made you come hard around him.

This orgasm was intense but felt so good. You felt his hot seed shoot deep inside you. With as much as he had, you're pretty sure you were filled and more with his turtle chowder. The afterglow made you feel giggly and light as a feather.

"So I've got a week of this... to look forward to..."

"I told you you had no idea what you were getting youself into." 😁