Cuddling with Raphael was always nice to do especially with the thundering storm raging outside. His big strong arms wrapped around you always made you feel safe and protected, like everything would always be ok as long as he was around. Maybe that’s just the reason you fell for him. Turning your head you see him smirking at you “What you looking at man?!” You say playfully. “I’m looking at you , woman!” He responds pulling you closer to kiss you on your soft lips. “So this is what heaven feels like.” You thought.
Saw ur post requesting asks! Hmmm maybe somethinf with Raph and girl he just met who is shy, but really likes him! Shes an artist and tries to get him to paint..they maybe end up covered in said paint..which leads to kisses etc?
yeah I'm in love. I really love this and I actually have some other soft Raphael asks so this will definitely help fuel the ideas for those
Raphael x Reader
Warnings: None besides fluff and smooches ^^
word count: Idk I don’t keep track
When Raph first met Y/n he was almost positive they wouldn’t interact very much or even at all. That she’d probably float more towards Donnie or even maybe Mike, whose out going nature was toxic.
But, you had proven him wrong. When meeting with the group it was always you who would place yourself more near him. Although quiet it was obvious that you had preferred his presence over any of them and when Raphael had finally brought this up to his brothers they put it simply.
“No offense, but You come off as shy all the time.” Leo dries the cup Mikey had handed him.
“What? No, I don’t. When have I ever acted shy?”
Mikey pipes up, handing another dish to Leo. “Well man, you’re always sitting away from everyone. Your arms all crossed and quiet, I always assumed you maybe had a hard time talkin to people.” Raph shakes his head, thinking back to every event they were invited to. How he isolated himself in hopes of making people back off from his presence. Is that something a shy person would do?
“Why are you so worried about it anyway?” Leo cuts him a look, a look that say he thinks he knows more than he lets on. The red terrapin rolls his eyes, deciding to let it go.
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The next time everyone's together it's for movie night, a every now and then weekend tradition April was insistent they do. They had just finished dinner, gathering plates and prepping snacks for the movie. Raphael sits in his spot on the couch, listening to his family decide on what movie to watch as they cleaned the kitchen together. His eyes are shut but when the seat next to him sinks with new weight he opens them to see Y/n. She isn't facing him, instead staring straight ahead. Her features are relaxed like she was doing the same thing he just was. He sits there watching her for another second before he speaks up.
"So uuh, what kind of movies do you like?" He thinks for a second, that was a normal question right? Especially since they're about to watch one. She tilts her head towards him and hums and reverently, like she's trying to keep the peace they've created, speaks. "I don't know, I kinda have a knack for anything. What about you?"
"Same, mostly action though." He doesn't notice the way his voice lowers with hers. "Every now and then April will put some romance on, those are nice too." She hums again and nods. "Good to know." They're both quiet again and before Raph can open his mouth again his family floods into to living room. Mikey jumps to sit right between Y/n and him, preventing further conversation. He turns away, the image of her relaxed face still fresh in his memory.
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They had already gotten used to each other at this point, having friendly conversation and this time when they speak to each other they're actually alone. She had been on the roof-top of her apartment when he had been on patrol. A blanket had been laid out with tubes of paint and worn paint brushes. Y/n hadn't noticed he was there, too immersed in capturing the scenery in front of her. He shifts his foot against the concrete to signal he was there but got no response. Cleared his throat even and she was still brushing over the canvas. He rolls his eyes, stepping to the edge of the blanket. "I didn't know you liked to paint."
Your head whips up, neck craning to see Raphael standing above you. "Raph! You scared me!" he huffs, biting his cheek to hide his smile. “Only because you’re so distracted. Should pay more attention, it’s dangerous out here.” You look down and in the light of the city Raph can see the way your face glows pink. Slowly he sits beside the blanket, cautious about disrupting your set up. “You’re uh, you’re really good though. Hell, Mikey only knows how to paint words.” You laugh and hands him one of the brushes, taking it, confused he raises his brow.
“How about you give it a try? I think you’d like it.” Over her painting? He tries to object but you tear the painting out of the book and set it aside to dry. Oh, that makes more sense. Better then letting him ruin it. He falters at the idea of ruining something, ruining this friendship.
“Raphael?” He blinks, focusing back on the small brush in his hand, back to the girl in front of him. “What?” You shake your head. “Nothing, just looks like you left me for a second... Anyways, as I was saying, you can paint whatever. Just don’t mix the paints.”
“Yeah, sounds easy enough”
It’s not even 5 minutes in when he knocks over a paint canister, it stains the blanket and he curses. “Shit, shit sorry! Hang on let me help.” He’s trying to pick the blanket up, to prevent it from spilling on the ground but doesn’t register the rest of the equipment. More paint is spilled and to his horror some splatters onto your clothes. It’s pure chaos and you jump up, grabbing your painting and the book, putting it out of reach. It looks perfectly fine and when you turn to make a joke you stop.
Raph stands among the blankets and paint, it covers his fore-arms and feet. His head is down and he’s sniffling. “Hey! hey, there’s nothing to be upset abo-” “I fucked up.” You slowly sit a paint covered hand on his shoulder. “I fucked up your paints, your blankets a mess and I got it on your clothes.” You look down, noticing the paint splattered on you and smile. You nudge him to turn and look at you, smearing purple on his shoulder.
“Listen Raph, the paint is washable. And I bought that blanket at a goodwill of all places, for this purpose. You didn’t mess up anything.” He still looks distant, losing himself in his anxiety. You look to your hand, mixed with purples, reds and greens.
“Boop!” A thick glob of paint is swiped across his snout, surprising him. “What?What are you doing?” “Boop!” another smear of paint on his pecs, he snorts and catches your hand. “What are you doing shorty?” “Trying to show you it’s not a big deal” Your left hand swiftly comes to wipe paint along his bicep, a thick pink streak. His shoulders shake with laughter, lifting his right hand, covered in a mixture of paint and pushing a hand print onto your cheek.
In a flash what was just playful smearing had turned into an all out paint war, globs of it had landed in your hair and his mask is coloured to the point of barely returning. It’s not long until you call a tie, out of breath you lean against him.
“Truce, you win! You win! No more” Your smile is so wide you can feel your cheeks ache. Looking up as he looks down you both end up nose to nose, your scent hidden by paint. Raphael takes a deep breath, lowering his voice. “Sorry for fucking up your paint again.” You shake your head and lean closer. “I told you it was fine, I’m having fun.” In the blink of an eye you step on your tip-toes, kissing one clean spot on his cheek. “I know I don’t act like it but I do like you Raph.”
His eyes widen and he feels weightless, the kiss tingles his skin, embeds itself into his soul. Forming courage he leans down and presses a chaste kiss on your lips, slowly pulling back before he feels you tug him back down.
My insomnia would like to gift you some self-indulgent turtle-men comfort 💙❤️💜🧡🐢
Warning: mentions anxiety, and hints at depression.
NSFW ish? I guess? mostly fluff.
This is my first time attempting Gender Neutral, I apologize for any mistakes.
This was also my first attempt at a Reader x "Your choice of turtle" insert.
Please enjoy my bravery 😂😘🥰
18+ content - for mature audiences only!
Reblogs only, please!
Fulfilling Wishes
It was cold, and the rain pelted down on your bedroom window so loudly that you were unable to sleep.
You missed him.
And it was ridiculous because you had just seen him less than four hours ago while having dinner with him and his family.
Your family. They had taken you in and accepted you immediately after meeting them all. They had all been your saving grace. But he had been your real hero.
You had met him accidentally when you got lost down a dark back alley, trying to navigate your way home from a new job. Your phone had died, leaving you without the GPS, and an anxiety attack was on the rise.
No friends. No family. No one to worry about where you were and whether or not you made it home safely.
He seemingly popped up from nowhere as you gasped for the air that refused to stay in your lungs long enough for you to calm down.
After talking to you for a few minutes and asking you some interesting questions, you realized that you were breathing normally again, which made you smile at him.
He smiled back and asked if he could help you get home, which you were incredibly grateful for, and took him up on the offer before he could even finish his question.
You sighed as you lay there reminiscing and worrying about your vigilante friend and his brothers out in the horrendous weather.
The longer you thought about all of them, the more you secretly wished he was there with you - all cuddled-up safe and watching a movie, like the two of you always did during the horrible weather. Or after a long shitty day. He was your safety blanket. Always there for you when you needed him.
And he was literally like a blanket. All warm and cuddly. You loved when he had those powerful arms wrapped around you, squeezed up against his chest. The way his steady breathing created the illusion of calming waves as his strong heartbeat erased your anxiety and stress from the long, awful day.
And he had a way with you. When no one else could cheer you up or calm you down, it was always him who knew the right words to say. He knew exactly what you needed emotionally, and he never failed to deliver it in abundance.
You yearned for his gentle touch and to hear his low voice whispering in your ear. You loved the way he would trace his finger down your arm… Or make little designs in the palm of your hand whenever you sat together.
It was always so… Platonic.
And you wished it wasn't.
Because you loved him.
As more than just a friend…
He filled the void in your heart that had almost consumed you all those years ago when you had lost your way - more than down a dark alley.
Even though you wished it wasn't, you knew it was that whole best friend thing.
The way he knew you better than anyone else ever could. The way he took time to truly understand you. The way he was so deliberate in the attention and affection he showered you with…
You heard the unmistakable sound of the living room window opening and closing.
His window.
You lifted and turned your head just in time to see the beautiful green of his skin in the glow of your white fairy lights that outlined the ceiling in your room.
"You're awake," he whispered, stripping his gear, and himself, right down to his boxer briefs.
He grabbed your bath towel from the hook on your closet door and dried himself off real quick.
Meanwhile, you were having an internal scream fest at the fact that this sexy-ass turtle-man was getting ready to climb into your bed… With you… In nothing but his underwear.
"Is it ok?" He asked, frozen in place and looking down at you with concern.
"Of course," you told him, trying to sound casual.
As you faced the wall, laying on your side, you felt as the bed dipped behind you, and his warm body pressed against yours; those big arms of his slowly snaking their way around your middle and squeezing you closer to him.
"Thank you," you whispered, more to the Gods who had listened and answered your prayers, than to him.
"For what?" He practically purred in your ear.
"For being you," you told him, not knowing what else to say without making it weird.
He was quiet, but you could feel his unasked question floating around in the air.
"For always being there for me," you continued, "for everything you do…" you paused, contemplating your next statement.
"For fulfilling my needs…" you whispered.
You felt him squeezing you tighter, his snout nuzzling your neck behind your ear, as he took a deep breath in.
You felt his breath on your ear as he asked you the golden question…
"Do I fulfill all of your needs?"
Time had stopped momentarily as hope surged through your entire being.
"Almost," you whispered.
His lips ghosted their way across the shell of your ear.
"What am I not fulfilling?" His voice was low and husky, "Because I want to fulfill all of your needs," he breathed out.
You turned your head to look at him, but your eyes didn't make it past his lips.
There it was, the delicious feeling you'd been dying for, as he brushed his lips against yours. But he pulled back too soon.
You slipped your hand up behind his neck and pulled his lips to yours, eliciting a moan from him.
In one swift move, he had rolled you onto your back and caged you underneath him with his arms, kissing you as fervidly as you were kissing him.
After he'd regained control of his emotions, he broke the kiss and smiled down at you.
"I think I'm in love with you," you blurted out.
His eyes got wide, but his smile got wider.
"I think I have been for a long time…" He told you.
"Really?" You squeaked, shocked by his confession.
"You couldn't tell? I've been trying to make moves on you since the day you smiled at me in that dark alley," He admitted, right before he began kissing you again and continuing to love you for the rest of the night.
“Hey there, beautiful,” Raph smirked as you walked into the lair with a stack of pizza boxes in hand.
You grinned right back, “Hey yourself, handsome!”
“Now, see one of us is lyin’,” he lifted a brow.
You shot right back, “What?! You don’t think I’m beautiful?”
Snorting derisively, he shook his head, “We both know which one-“
“Whatever, Red,” you pecked his cheek and walked on. “Pizza’s here!!”
A puzzled Raph spent the rest of the evening reliving that quick kiss in his mind. He considered that he might be fucked.
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A fingertip slowly slid up your spine as you stooped over to retrieve a book from Donnie’s desk. Without turning around, you smiled.
“Need something, Raphael?”
The big brute scoffed, “How did ya even know it was me?”
“I smelled you,” you shrugged, turning around to face him.
Raph grimaced, “Ya sayin’ I stink?”
“Not at all. You smell like your body wash and sawdust,” you explained. “Have you been carving today?”
Raph’s grunted in surprise, “Yeah, I did. How do ya know what that smells like?”
“My father was a building contractor. He always smelled of sawdust. I guess I find the scent comforting.”
Raph sneered, “Oh yeah? Ya got daddy issues?”
You looked in dead in the eye and retorted, “No. Do you?”
“Uh, no,” he muttered hastily.
You stared at him long enough to make it uncomfortable, and just as he started to back away, you smiled. It was becoming more evident that he was actually fucked.
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“Who does he think he is? Telling me how to live my life. He ain’t my father!” Raph roared, pacing back and forth in his weight room, stopping occasionally to punch the bag with the strength of his rage.
You watched from the doorway, well out of his reach. You honestly thought he was being a bit dramatic but wouldn’t come right out and say so.
“Are you sure you don’t have daddy issues?” you snarked instead.
His glare could have melted the sun, but you looked back smugly.
“You know, you’re doing exactly what Leo expects from you. Maybe if you-“
“What? If I what? Do what he wants? Be perfect like him?” he snarled.
You rolled your eyes, “Well, if you’d let me finish a sentence, hothead-“
“Ya got a sharp tongue, don’tcha?”
Raph was biting down so hard on his toothpick, you weren’t sure how it hadn’t snapped yet. You took a chance and strode over, faking a confidence you didn’t feel at this moment. Brow raised, you flicked the end of his toothpick with your fingertip.
“Yeah, well, you do like sharp things, sai master.”
His eyes traveled over your petite frame, but you turned and walked away before he could articulate a good response. Yep, he was well and truly fucked.
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“It’s not that late and I’m a big girl, Raph. I can get home just fine by myself,” you grumbled.
Raph gave you his best “I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer” look. It was after 2am, movie night had just ended, and you refused to sleep on that lumpy couch again. You turned and headed for the exit, rolling your eyes at the sound of heavy footsteps behind you. You were definitely in a mood. It could have been the full moon, or perhaps the summer equinox messing with you. Most likely though, it was the frustration of waiting on the clueless turtle following you to make a move.
It couldn’t be just you, right? You hadn’t imagined all those times you caught him staring, or all the different ways he found an excuse to touch you somehow. The flirting was pretty steady between you both, and you noticed the smug looks shared by the other brothers. Ugh, he was driving you crazy.
You ignored him on your trek through the sewers, but when you reached the ladder to the manhole close to your building, Raphael climbed up first and lifted the cover. He checked carefully before exiting and offered his hand to you. You took it begrudgingly since he didn’t even know you were getting aggravated with him.
You wished him a good night and left the alley to head into your apartment building. All the way up to your floor, you replayed your interactions with the big brute. Second guessing yourself, you sighed in defeat as you entered your apartment. Then you nearly had a heart attack as you noticed the massive turtle standing in the middle of your living room.
“Raph?! What on earth are you doing in here?” you hissed, grabbing your chest and trying to calm your racing heart.
For the first time since you met him, he seemed unsure. The cocky stance was replaced with shuffling feet and that confident smirk was reduced to a frown and shifting eyes.
“Raphael?” you prodded, softer.
His sigh was as dejected as your own had been, as he searched for the right words.
“Y/n, have I-have I done something wrong?”
You frowned and cocked your head, “Wrong? What do you mean?”
Raph rubbed the back of his neck nervously, starting to pace.
“I mean, ya seem like yer mad at me. I thought things were going great but then tonight, ya just, I don’t know.”
He struggled to lift his eyes and looked at your face. The same anguish was clearly reflected back at you. Maybe it just had to be up to you to end your mutual misery.
“I’m not…mad, per se. More like, I’m frustrated,” you tried to explain. The inflection on the last word made it sound more like a question and you winced.
You wiped your suddenly sweaty palms on your jeans, feeling your nerves doing somersaults in your belly. Raph was still staring at you, waiting for you to continue. Finally, he couldn’t take the silence any longer.
“Frustrated with me? So, what did I do?” he ventured to ask.
Oh boy, here it was. Time to put on your big girl panties and lay it all out. You really hoped your hunches about his feelings were right.
“It’s more like what you didn’t do-what you aren’t doing,” you muttered. At his frown, you rushed on, “We’re good friends, right?”
“Yeah, I mean, I thought so,” he answered.
Deep breath, “So, what if I want more than that?”
Blank stare. Then suddenly his expression went unbearably sad, and he started backing up towards the window he had come in through. Confusion filled you as he turned and lifted the window and climbed out.
Before he shut it, he murmured, “I understand. I’m sorry.”
Then he was gone. Your heart felt like it shattered, a loud sob announcing your pain as you ran to your room and threw yourself on the bed. You had fucked up and ruined everything.
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“So, you just left?! Raph, you idiot!” Donnie exclaimed, exasperated.
Raph glared, “She don’t want me, man. How much clearer could she get?”
“Seriously? That’s how you took it?” Leo rubbed his hands over his face.
Donnie threw his hands up, “Raphael, let me make this as plain as I can: when she said she wants more than that, she meant more than friendship, not more than you.”
“She was trying to tell you that she has feelings for you, you big dolt!” Leo growled.
Raph mulled it over in his head and suddenly realized his mistake. Oh shit! He had fucked up!
“There it is,” Donnie murmured, “See, he’s starting to get it. Light bulb is coming on.”
Mikey piped up, “I don’t see any light bulb.”
“Aaand we’re still waiting for Mikey’s to light up,” Leo added.
Raph groaned, then he took off at a run.
“Where are you going? Sun’ll be up soon!” Leo called after him.
Raph yelled back over his shoulder, “I gotta fix this. Don’t wait up!”
He raced through the sewers, and when he reached the surface, he looked to your window. The light was still on, thank god. He climbed the fire escape and then opened your window and slipped inside for the second time that night. You were nowhere in sight, but he heard sniffles coming from the direction of your bedroom. You were crying? Now, he really felt like an asshole. He crept down the hallway and peeked through the crack in the door. You were laying on your bed with a box of tissues. You hadn’t noticed him yet. He rolled his shoulders, gave himself a quick mental pep talk, and then filled the doorway with his large frame.
The door opening wider caught your attention, and you looked up in surprise, your eyes red-rimmed and cheeks damp. Raph looked broken but determined, and you wondered why he came back.
“Raph, what-“
Before you could get a sentence out, he was across the room and you were pressed against his plastron. He had never hugged you so tightly before.
“Raphael?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t understand,” he murmured mimicking his earlier words. “I-I want more, too.”
You sniffed, “You do?”
The nervous turtle swallowed, then leaned down to press his lips ever so softly against yours. You gasped as he pulled back. Your eyes locked for a split second before you grasped his head and pulled him back to you. Your mouth slanted over his urgently, pouring out all your frustrations in a single kiss.
Raph felt instant relief and melted into the kiss, slipping his tongue out to swipe against the seam of your lips. Happy to open for him, you moaned quietly as he deepened the kiss further. His hands gripped your hips, holding you flush. His lips trailed fire down the side of your neck and he pulled your shirt down one shoulder to nip at your collarbone.
“Is this too fast? Do ya want me ta stop?” he groaned, licking a small bite mark he’d made.
You chuckled breathlessly as you yanked your top over your head, “Making up for lost time here, Big Red.”
As soon as your bra clad breasts were exposed, his lips were on them.
“Off!” he growled, tugging at the lace prison keeping him from enjoying you properly. You swiftly removed your bra and he latched onto a nipple with a voracious suckle. As he continued to worship you with lips, tongue, and teeth, he began to mess with the button on your jeans. Anticipation had your blood pumping and your whimpered “please” was all it took for him to unfasten and peel off the offending denim along with your scrap of panties.
“You, too,” you breathed, trying to remove his shorts.
Having mercy on you, he undid his belt and shoved everything to the floor. Your eyes nearly bugged out at the size of the monster bobbing between his thighs. Would it even fit? No matter, you had to have him right fucking now. You laid back on your bed, legs spread in invitation, while he looked you over hungrily.
“I need ya too bad right now, but ya betta believe I’m gonna get a taste of that pretty pussy soon,” he promised, smacking his lips. “So damn wet for me, too.”
Climbing over you, he knelt between your legs and lined his cock up to your entrance. He pushed the first couple of inches in, then waited a moment for you to adjust. He had to grit his teeth, but he managed to get an inch or two with each pump of his hips. It was slow, but you somehow stretched enough to take all of him. You had never been stuffed so full before. It was slightly painful and very tight.
“You can, uh uhn,” you moaned, “you can move!”
No need to tell him twice. Raphael pulled back and rammed forward, pulling a cry from you as he hit your cervix with each exaggerated thrust. The power behind his hips was staggering and you were certain that walking would be difficult tomorrow. It was worth it though, you thought, as he rubbed every sensitive spot within your walls.
“Fuck, ya feel even betta than I thought ya would,” he rumbled.
“Ah ah, I could…say the…same…for you,” you whimpered.
Tucking his arms under your knees, he pushed your legs back towards your shoulders, the openness letting him sink even deeper into your core. The ability to form coherent sentences had left you as all you could manage was the occasional curse and his name. Oh, how you moaned his name, and between his grunts and groans, he begged you to say it again and again. Feeling your release was close, you pulled him in for another heated kiss, sucking his tongue and biting his plump lower lip.
“Fuuuuck! Oh shit, oh fuck!” you wailed as pure pleasure assaulted your senses.
Raphael’s hips stuttered, then went wild as his own orgasm caught up with him just as you were coming down from yours. Warmth filled your womb as he emptied himself within your walls. He slowly pulled out, releasing a gush of cum that spilled out onto your comforter. He gave you a sheepish look but you brushed it off.
“I’ll throw it in the washer and grab a fresh one,” you assured him.
He insisted on cleaning you up and helping you with the bedding. Once that was done, he looked at the time and realized that the sun would be up soon. He should really go. But your sleepy eyes and love-drunk smile convinced him to stay.
“Are you sure it’s okay? I mean, I’d love it if you stayed, I just don’t want you to get in trouble,” you mumbled between yawns.
Raph snorted, “Leo can kiss my ass. Besides, if I stay the night, I get breakfast in bed when we wake up.”
In your drowsy state, it took more than a few seconds to catch on, “Huh? Oh. Oh. Okay.”
You blushed as he curled his body around you in your bed. Raph couldn’t help but think that he had never been so fucked or so happy about it.
You entered the weightroom in search of a small workout and you weren’t expecting the large bara sitting on his weight bench. Cursing to yourself, you should have known but…his brothers weren’t here, they were on patrol. Leo and Raph must have had another fight. Shaking your head you noticed the rolls of tape and gauze piled at his feet.
“Y/n… didn’t know ya were comin’ tonight…” Raphael mumbled, looking up at the curvy female that stood under the threshold of his gym. The very female that starred in each of his late night fantasies and daydreams was standing in the doorway, wearing black leggings and a deep maroon, flowing tank-top. Aw shit.
“Uh, yeah…a pipe burst at my apartment, Donnie and Leo said I could stay here until it’s fixed…I hope that’s okay.” She fidgeted, thumbing the edge of her top, biting her bottom lip and refusing to make eye contact. As her expression grew heavy, so did his heart. He didn’t want her to feel like she couldn’t be here with him. The way that she was currently biting her lip was driving him insane.
“Ya, ‘course…” He wanted to hit himself for sounding so rough.
It went silent, the air between them was slightly charged but he figured it was just him overthinking the fact that you’re standing right there. With him. In his space. Ugh!
“Um, need any help?”
What? His brain short-circuited as his eyes lifted, watching as she walked closer and with every step she took, his heartbeat quickened.
“You keep grumbling and figured I’d offer to help…” His amber eyes followed her movements as she stepped closer before she knelt in front of him. Between his knees. Looking even smaller and more delicate from this angle. Uh, fuck me.
“Gimme,” you started to make grabby hands towards him and the roll in his hands.
“Huh?”
“Gimme your hand big guy,” she giggled as she grabbed the hand that rested against his knee, her soft skin brushing his own rough, pebbled texture, his tongue felt like led.
“Do ya even know how ta’,” she surprised him with an adorable laugh and a small smack against his knee.
“Haha yes, I’ve been takin’ boxin’ classes on campus ever since ya saved me.” Her long eyelashes bated against her soft cheek. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and swipe his large thumb across the expanse of said cheek.
He was proud of her, truly…but why hadn’t she asked me? He felt her tap his palm as if to signal him to stretch out to be able to properly wrap his hand. This is weird…I kinda like it. He watched her, she was so gentle and cautious as if she was afraid to touch him. He admired the way she focused on the task at hand, her pink tongue peeking from between her lips. He noticed the way the tendons and muscles in her forearm strained as she wrapped him up nice and tight. From his vantage point he caught a glimpse of her chest just below the ‘V’ cut of her tank. The skin looked soft and brought him back to the time he saw you in that red dress a few weeks ago. He needed a distraction. Think.
“I woulda helped ya…” Her eyes lifted, gauze tape between her teeth as her small hands kneaded the flesh of his palm.
“Lessons from the big guy himself? I’d be honored. Haha, but I didn’t wanna hold ya back y’know?”
“How…” Damn, that came out a little harsher than he wanted. He shifted slightly to not disturb her but also to give himself a fighting chance against his rising situation.
“Raph…you’re huge, respectfully, of course,” her fingers squeezed his forearm before scraping back down his arm to his large, three-pronged hand. Their contrast is blatant.
“Red…You’d probably get bored with me, I’m not exactly at your level…or height,” She laughed again as she adjusted the tension of his wrap before wrapping it, securly around his wrist four times. The wrapping was flat, overlapping itself at each turn before she started to wrap around the back of his hand, over his thumb and across his palm to the other side. Her hands were so small and gentle as they wrapped the same place three more times before ending on the inside of his hand with his thick thumb. His thumb had to equal at least three of her fingers squished together. So tiny.
“I’d neva’ get bored of ya Tiny,” at the sound of her nickname, she flashed her gorgeous eyes at him and his mouth became dry. Having her look up at him from this angle was torturous, he was reminded of the last porno he watched a POV with a woman looking up as she took care of her man. He grumbled. If only he were human, he’d treat her like a queen, kiss the ground she walked on and give her everything she desired.
“And what does height gotta do anythin’ with trainin’ ya?” God, he sounded so stupid but he was clinging to any bit of control that he had left.
“Hahaha, Red…how high is your speed bag?” He glanced over her head where the aforementioned speed bag hung in the corner.
“Eh, I’d say 6’5” give or take…” At that she laughed again, he never figured he was this funny but he could listen to her laugh for days. She ripped the tape and was about to start wrapping his fingers when she lifted to catch him looking at her. She probably thinks I’mma creep.
“Can ya show me?” Huh? Oh…yeah. She’s used to wrapping five fingers vs. three.
“Yeah,” He went to take the tape from her hand but she pulled it away from him.
“No, guide me…please,” Her big doe eyes sparkled and he decided he’d have to kill Mikey for tellin’ her about him bein’ a softy for puppy-dog eyes.
The silence was almost deafening as he covered her small hand with his own before he showed her how to wrap his fingers. It was almost comical. He wondered if this was a lesson in control that was orchestrated by this overbearing older brother. Or some sick joke brought on by his two youngest brothers. They continued in silence before she took the roll out of his hand, finishing his thumb then shocked him by bringing her mouth down to rip the tape with her teeth. The soft, plump flesh of her bottom lip grazed the skin of his knuckle. Uhn, y/n you’re gonna be the death of me. He brought his other hand to drag down his face, his eyes rolling to the ceiling.
She shifted and he almost swallowed his own tongue. Once settled in her new position she was basically straddling his leg. Okay, maybe not entirely but his left leg was between her knees as she grabbed at his other hand that was still nestled on his knee. The silence was stifling and he needed to make a change to keep his mind calm.
“I’ll teach ya,”
“Hmm?” She questioned as she continued to wrap his hand like she did his other. Not looking at him made it easier for him to continue; currently thankful for the small things in life.
“I can teach ya how ta’ box,”
“Red, I appreciate…,” her nimble fingers moved quicker, still pulling for tighter tension as she finished with his wrist to start wrapping his fingers.
“I’m the best there is baby,” smooth moron.
“I know handsome, but–” She blanched. She couldn’t help herself, the way his muscles bristled with fleeting confidence did something sensual to her. He was bound to find out how I feel about him eventually. Better late than never…right?
“Handsome?” He quirked his brow ridge in her direction as he watched her cheeks blush red and make its way down her slender neck. So not only was Tiny adorable, she was also delusional.
“Yeah, yes–,” words fell from her lips as she started to wrap the last few layers of tape before breaking it off. There, she was all done…but why hasn’t she let go of his hand? He looked anywhere but her, looking around the brick covered cove. He heard faint voices from the television that Mikey left on as its glow reflected off the walls. He felt her start to play with his large, three-pronged appendages, flipping his hand over and tracing over the tape covered palm. Silence rolled over them again and he was thankful he was a mutant turtle or he’d be blushing right now. What took him further by surprise was when he felt a light pressure to his fingertips, his attention brought back to her.
She placed a gentle kiss to each of his fingertips before flipping his hand over to kiss each knuckle.
Was this a dream?
She looked up when she heard the sudden intake of breath. He wasn’t expecting this and it was all quickly becoming too much. Feeling her lips on his skin, her big doe eyes looking at him under long, dark eyelashes and the way she was on her knees before him. It was all too much.
“Y/n–”
“Raph–”
They spoke at the same time before they looked away from each other but she never let go of his hand as the same thought crossed both their minds. Actions speak louder than words.
They moved at the same time, an unspoken acceptance radiated between them. Raph began to lean down while she straightened her back to reach him. They were only a breath away before she made the final move to close the distance.
Hii I seen your request were open and I was wondering if you could write how, it would be waking up to a sleeping Raph on a rainy day and how everything is just peaceful hope this makes sense if not feel free to ignore me thank you :))
Rainy Morning
This is so cute I love soft boy Raph. I hope you enjoy!
Words: 532
Warning: None
The steady flow of rain hitting the earth outside was a peaceful way to wake. The tapping of the drops of water rapidly dropping against your fire escape and the streams of water that ran down the gutters from the roof. Your eyes closed once more, in an attempt to fall back asleep. But as your brain slowly began working, you realized the bed was dipping heavily on the other side.
You turned your head, and even through your foggy eyes, you knew him. Suddenly sleep became an afterthought, he was all you could focus on. The dim gray light that managed to shine through your curtains caught the curve of his shell that wasn’t covered by the blanket draped over top of him.
Raph laid on his stomach beside you, his massive arms were folded beside his head. You weren’t entirely sure when he had climbed into bed next to you. Whenever he arrives at your apartment he moves silently so he won’t wake you.
His eyes are gently shut, every now and then you could see them swipe back and forth as he dreamt. You had gotten lost in those eyes hundreds of times now. Following the threads of gold that swam through pools of malachite.
You reached out to him, tracing your finger along the intricate black lines of the tattoo that danced over his skin, from shoulder to elbow.
You dreaded the moment this would be over. The moment when you would eventually have to get up and face the world that existed outside of this room. The world outside that would have brought a chill that sunk down to your bones. But here, laying under a thick comforter next to your boyfriend’s body, heavy and warm from sleep, was enough to fight back the cold.
You studied him for a while. Every scar and scale that graced his face. Your fingers running over his collar bones up to his jaw line. Slowly, his eyes peaked open. You watched as he recognized you, greeting you with a drowsy, “G’morning.”
You smiled at him as you slowly reached your hand up to cup his cheek, thumb stroking his skin. His eyes shut as he reveled in your touch. He was still once more, to the point where you thought had fallen back to sleep. Until he let out a deep groan before rolling onto his side.
You watched him begin to stretch the sleep from his limbs before pulling you to him. His arms enclosed tightly around you, creating your own border to shut out the rest of the world. Every so often his lips would press a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
The two of you clung to each other as the rain continued to pour just outside the window. His steady breaths drifting through your hair grounding you to this moment. You glanced over to check the time, wincing when you realized he would have to head to the lair shortly.
As if Raph knew what you were thinking, he whispered, “The rain might be too bad. I’ll probably just have to stay here.”
You smiled, wanting nothing more than for that to be true.
Authors Notes: Well. I’m back on the TMNT train. Hope everyone’s brought snacks along for this ride. If you want to read versions featuring Leonardo, Donatello, and/or Michelangelo, just click away!
Also, I’ve taken the concept and gave it a bit of a twist…hope you enjoy!
Prompt: You thought you had been helping; truly, you did. The four giant turtles had been preoccupied fighting off the chomping robotic invaders that none of them noticed the creaking construction beam that threatened to collapse over the group. In a panic, you rushed over to the structure and tried to hold it up. Even mid-run, you knew it was useless, but you felt you had to do something. You hardly knew these mutant turtles, but they had done everything they could to keep you out of the hungry jaws of the never-ending wave of robots.
You strained to keep the beam still and cried out as your shoes dug into the concrete. Before you knew it, someone had grabbed you. The tremendous sound of steel shrieking and stone crumbling around you overwhelmed your senses. A nauseating sensation of floating filled your stomach as the cold late-fall wind rushed around you. Someone grunted behind you as their hot grip tightened around your shoulders.
The two of you plummeted deeper and deeper into the city’s underground, the steel beams crashing down after you. Finally, your savior landed on solid ground only to roll deeper into the tunnels with you clinging to their hard chest. Beams and large chunks of debris crashed through the hole you had just fallen through and made the easiest exit impassable.
You shivered at the sudden drop in temperature. It had already been cold on the surface, what with the late fall weather being extra nippy today. But down in the dark depths of the city, it felt like it would snow at any moment.
And you hadn’t dressed for this kind of cold.
Still, you looked to your rescuer, hopeful that he would have an idea or an inclining where you were. And, if you were both lucky, you would get out soon…
A/N: THANK YOU! The feedback I have received has been so unexpected and so appreciated! This was originally only going to be a one shot but it has grown into so much more. I hope you all enjoy and thank you for sticking around! Now, let's see what life has in store for good 'ol Raphie shall we?
P.S: Slight NSFW is present towards the end
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Silence.
The only sounds that one could hear was the bustling city below. The sound of a cat screech, a dog’s bark, car horns honking incessantly. The sounds of New York clattered about until they reached the rooftops where a fiery tension was burning.
Raphael stood stock still, his breathing rapid as his whole body tensed as he was processing the fact that 1. His brothers were here, 2. They know about Y/n and Jamie, 3. He was getting more and more pissed off by the second because he couldn’t read ol’ Fearless’s face.
“So, uh, anybody gonna talk about it?” Mikey quipped, moving to stand between his two eldest brothers, arms outstretched as if he was physically grabbing the tight-rope of tension that spread across the rooftop.
The silence continued. Michelangelo looked back and forth between his brothers while Donnie stood watch, hands draped lazily over the staff he leaned against. He was calculating the chances of his brothers making it off this roof without a fight…hypothesis: 0%.
“So this is where you’ve been disappearing off to? Playing house with a human?” Leonardo sneered, his frustration rolled from his chest and rippled through the tense muscles of his forearms as they spread in annoyance.
That wasn’t the right thing to say, thought Mikey, as Raphael moved a few steps closer to Leo.
“Yeah, what of it? You stalkin’ me now?” He growled as he was a foot away from Mikey’s outstretched hand which was the only thing separating him from Leo. Raphael could feel the bile rise in his throat. He understood why Leo was pissed, this wasn’t the first time he had done something that pissed his eldest brother off.
“What the hell Raph! What happened to ‘we live in the shadows, completely unseen,’” Leo spoke evenly, stepping closer until his plastron was against Mikey’s hand. Mikey was in the ‘pain range,’ but he wasn’t going to allow his brothers to go until they talked this out. Standing his ground, Mikey’s head was on a swivel, gaging each of his brothers, waiting for the next move. Patiently waiting for the blow-up.
“What about your brothers? Your Sensei? The fact that our entire existence is supposed to remain unknown! And what’s with the kid?” Leonardo exclaimed, he tried staying calm but every possible situation was playing through his head. There was too much unknown that left him uneasy. This wasn’t a game, they weren’t normal so why the hell did Raphael insist to be a part of a society that wouldn’t accept them?
“You. Leave. Jamie, out of this.” The deep, guttural growl that left Raph’s chest and rumbled the entire roof. Mikey felt his brother’s anger ripple in his barreled chest and wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. Raphael’s chest bolstered, Fearless didn’t get it, probably never would with how far that stick is shoved up his ass.
“Then what about that woman? You think that she’d ever truly accept you? You can’t —.” Leonard’s words drifted to the wayward side as they sunk in. Yeah, that hit a bit deep, Michelangelo worried that something was about to happen and by the way Leo keeps putting his foot in his mouth, it’ll happen sooner than later.
“What if she does, is that so bad? What if she makes me think there is more for us out there? Huh! That we can have a shot at normal. She’s my shot at normal and I ain’t wastin’ it!” Amber eyes narrowed as he knew that Leo wasn’t going to let this go but, dammit. Fuck him.
“We’ll never be normal. You need to accept that, us, your brothers, and sensei are all you got. Are you willing to risk that over a woman you barely know?”
“I know Y/n enough—,”
“Oh yeah, for what? The six months you’ve known her?”
“How’d ya—,” That stopped Raphael, how long have they known? His eyes jumped between each brother that stood before him. Donatello had a broken side smile before dropping his eyes. Of course Genius figured it out. His eyes continued, landing on his youngest brother who wore a nervous smile as his baby-blues switched between him and the ground. Lastly, his hot amber eyes landed back on his Leader, storm clouds and fire clashed in a rage.
“Donnie’s known, for five months, Mikey for one and I just found out tonight. What. The. Hell. Raph! We are a TEAM and I am your leader. You should’ve told me.”
“Oh what, like you’d understand? You wouldn’ta listened, you’d of pushed and pissed me off. Y/n means more to me than that bullshit.” Raph tossed his hand in the air in frustration before stalking back towards the edge of the roof, needing the distance. Peering down over the edge of the roof he saw Y/n’s legs with Jamie cuddling on the couch, wrapped in a mountain of blankets.
“Raph, you’ve put us, that woman and her son in danger and you don’t seem to realize it.” Leonardo spoke, arms crossing his chest as he stood his ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as both Donatello and Michelangelo stepped back, giving Raphael a clear view and he knew he said the wrong thing. Leonardo felt guilty, knowing that each of his brothers understood their situation, but as the leader, he needed to make sure they’d never forget it.
Yup, too far. Michelangelo stepped back, raising his hands in surrender as Raph spun to face the leader in blue. Both Donnie and Mikey took fighting stances from either side of the two brothers, ready to separate them if this was to escalate where it was no doubtably going to go.
“Oh I get it, you’re jealous! Pissed that your hothead brotha’ found someone who’s willin’ to accept him as a friend—,” He was gaining on Leo. Tensions were high, each member atop that roof could feel it.
“There’s nothing platonic about you two and you know it.” The look that he gave Raphael confirmed that Leo had seen more than Raphael originally thought. Raphael blanched, eyes going wide, remembering how Y/n had been so close earlier but, with Leo bringing it back up, he knew right then and there that, yes, Y/n about kissed him. That thought alone sent a shiver through him. Would she want to try again? How long was Leo watching them tonight? With that, Raph stumbled, if he hadn’t known Leo was watching them, how could he be so certain that no one else had seen them? What if the Foot Clan or the Purple Dragons had seen? his heavy steps came to a halt as Leo’s words sunk in. Despite the current situation, Raphael couldn’t help the surge of hope burned through Raphael. At that moment, he wanted to jump from that roof and wrap Y/n in his arms and never let go. If Leo, of all people could see that there was possibly more going on between him and Y/n, then it must be true…Right? Leo gritted his teeth, thinking back to how Y/n and his brother almost kissed. He’d never admit it but…maybe he was jealous? Besides April and Casey, who else would be willing to accept them in this city? Leonardo thought back to how the police originally acted when they first saw them when they broke into police headquarters a few years ago. Then how Chief Vincent said that they should give the people of New York more credit after they received their keys to the city. Leo wouldn’t outwardly admit how much that sentence plagued his mind on a nightly basis. Through his years of training and meditation he had buried the idea of romantic love deep inside. He knew that from a young age that it would probably never happen. Of course, leave it to his hot headed brother to find a human in this large city who was willing to give them the time of day. Raphael had done it, he found the needle in the haystack. The unicorn in the City.
As Raphael and Leo both became lost inside themselves, Donatello spoke, joining the conversation.
“Just so we are clear, I would have informed Raph if there were any threats. I’ve set up security measures after Raph’s GPS kept frequenting this area.” Raphael looked over at his genius brother, he knew he shouldn’t be shocked but it was appreciated.
Donatello completed another search with his tablet before locking eyes with Raph who nodded his head in thanks before looking at Leo. Donnie gulped, but Leo should have known and trusted that his brothers would make the right decision when it mattered.
The tensions on the roof seemed to ease as another brief silence blanketed the rooftop. Michelangelo was the first to break the ice again and the brothers fell into questioning the red-banded brother.
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“Is Raphie coming back?” Jamie yawned, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes, peering up at Y/n. Rubbing his head, Y/n contemplated on how to answer him, she wasn’t sure if Raph would be back. He mentioned something about his brothers then leapt off the balcony before she could ask.
“Maybe not tonight, it’s late…but would you like to see him again?”
“Uh-huh, I like him! Do you like him, mommy?”
“Yes, very much.” Hearing him say that brought a huge smile to her face as he snuggled deeper into her arms. I really, really like him. There was zero doubt in her heart about her feelings for him. The way that he’s treated her and how him and Jamie gravitated towards each other and hit it off almost instantly. It was heartwarming and any doubts that she originally had disappeared, leaving love and longing in its wake.
Jamie agreed with another nod before tired eyes drifted closed. It was nearing three in the morning and he needed to get back to bed. Waiting for a few more minutes until his soft gentle breathing filled the small space. Y/n chuckled to herself before she shifted to stand, gathering the bundle in her arms before making her way back to his room. Tucking him in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead she eased back out of his room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Y/n made it back into the kitchen to clean up their hot chocolate mix when she heard a knock against the balcony door. Red.
Walking over she watched him slide the door open before pushing through, the look on his face brought some concern.
“Hey Red, what is it?” The look on his face brought concern into her voice, this wasn’t the end was it? His brothers wouldn’t make him stop seeing her right?…Right? Panic started to settle in while he shifted in front of her, not making eye contact. Y/n eased forward, before bringing her hand up against his chest, the other lifting to make him face her.
“What is—,” all worry was erased from her mind when Raphael finally spoke.
“My brotha’s, they wanna meet ya.” Oh, that’s not what I expected. This was her chance to convince them that she’d protect their brother in every way that she could.
“Yes, of course when—,”
Y/n didn’t get a chance to finish when Raph was pushed into the room and a blur of orange was in front of her.
“Hey sweet cheeks! Names Michelangelo, chicks call me Mikey.” The bright smile on the smaller terrapin's face was contagious, causing a huge smile to break across her face.
“Hi Mikey, I’m Y/n,” she extended her hand and waited as he glanced at it for about two seconds before pulling her into a bone crushing hug. Y/n reciprocated as best as she could, her hands gripped his shell as she giggled for breath.
“Let her go, Mike.” Y/n lifted her head to watch as blue and purple masked brothers entered into her apartment. These must be Leonardo and Donatello.
“She needs air,” the purple one, Donatello right? Said before he gently pushed against Mikey’s arm as a physical indicator to let her go. As soon as his arms left, she was surrounded by four, very large, massive, turtles. Each had their own colored mask, weapons, padding and wraps covering them from head to toe.
Magnificent.
Y/n couldn’t believe that this was her life now, it was all so new but she couldn’t be more excited for this new chapter of her life.
Raphael moved to stand behind her right shoulder, motioning towards the two newest members through her balcony door.
“Uh, this is—.” Raphael scratched the back of his neck as he motioned towards his brothers that now stood in her living room.
“Leonardo. Ma’am.” Leonardo stated, arms braced against his legs as he bent into a low bow.
“Hello Leonardo, it’s nice to meet you.” Y/n wanted to remain open minded but she couldn’t help the caution in her voice. She knew that Leo was the leader of their group but also understood that he and Raphael seemed to rarely see eye to eye. So this was the leader of their brothers…yeah, it makes sense.
“Donatello, brothers call me Donnie.” Donatello gave her a soft nod before going back to fidget with the device attached to his arm. Ah, the genius of the group, according to Raphael. The purple terrapin lived up to the name as he fiddled with a tablet strapped to his arm and was covered in different wires and gadgets.
“It’s nice to meet you all.” Y/n wasn’t sure how to feel but glancing back at Raph, he smirked down at her before gripping her hip. She felt her breath catch in her throat, and a surge of heat spread from her hip and worked its way lower. Her body was tense, not from fright but something more along what her favorite author would classify as a burning desire. She tore her eyes from Red before her mind drifted too deep for her to be able to look in his brother's eyes…What now?
“Um, can I get you guys anything to drink?” Y/n looked between all of them, her eyes landing on Mikey as he was all but vibrating with excitement.
“Yeah! Watcha’ got?” Mikey moved and squeezed around his brothers before walking towards the kitchen. She watched him as he eyed the empty Pizza boxes and commented something along the lines of ‘not fair dude.’ Y/n was seriously considering that she may have underestimated their collective love for pizza. Both Donnie and Leo had followed Mikey into the kitchen, giving Raphael and her a little privacy. Though she doubted it was all that private, her back was to them but she could feel their eyes.
“Hey, where'd the squirt go?” Raphael’s whisper sent an onslaught of tantalizing shivers through her body, the grip on her waist tightened. Turning into his form, her hand landed, rubbing the textured flesh along his cheek.
“Tucked in bed, it’s three in the morning,” Y/n giggled, twisting out of his grip to meet his brothers in the kitchen. Raphael watched as she walked away, a small smile on his face that went unnoticed by Y/n but not his brothers. He locked eyes with Mikey, a mischievous wink and shit eating grin adorned his baby bro’s face as Y/n stood in front of him. Little shit.
For the next hour conversations were filled with how Y/n and Raph originally met, how long they’ve known each other and how much pizza was a huge part of their (Mikey’s) life. Conversation was easy and Y/n felt so at ease, even when Mikey asked about Jamie. Y/n told them how she came to be with Jamie, how despite everything, she never regretted becoming a mom. The night continued before Y/n let out an unsuspecting yawn, quickly covering her mouth and eliciting an apology.
“Hah, I’m sorry,” but she wasn’t able to get the full word out as another yawn pushed its way past her lips. Small tears stung the corners of her eyes as she wiped them away with the sleeves of her hoodie.
“No, we are, it’s gotten late and we need to head back.” Leonardo spoke, standing from the island and depositing his drink cup in the sink. The rest of the group stood, cleaning up the snacks and drinks that were scrounged around for the past hour. Mikey grumbled about not wanting to leave to which Leo and Donnie both said their peace, ushering Mikey back into the living room. It has been awhile since Y/n has stayed up and entertained this late. Usually she’d come home, eat dinner, kiss Jamie goodnight then pass out before it started all over again. Y/n has been awake and moving for about sixteen hours and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t exhausted. Tonight has been more than she was expecting and she honestly didn’t want it to end. Having Raphael come over which unintentionally led to him meeting Jamie and then meeting his brothers in return, it's been eventful to say the least. Y/n hoped that she’d get to know Raphael and his brothers more, maybe in the next few days considering she was now on vacation.
“Hopefully we can get together soon and do this again?” Y/n asked, patting Mikey on the arm in reassurance before stretching her aching body. Raphael never left her side the entire night, he waited on her and rubbed slow circles along her thigh or lower back. He’s never been this touchy before but it reassured her and re-established her hope that he felt the same way she did.
“Yo Raph! You should bring her by to meet dad!” Mikey said excitedly, Y/n amazed with how much energy he still had despite it being past four in the morning.
“Shut up knuckle-head,” Raph groaned before pushing his youngest brother towards the balcony door. Mikey and Donnie were the first two out the door waving Y/n good bye before disappearing back towards the rooftop. Leonardo was left, along with Raphael who hadn’t strayed more than three feet from her.
“Raphael…may I talk to you?” Leonardo’s voice didn’t sound like he was necessarily asking, more like commanding Raphael’s corporation. Raph’s hand lifted from her back, looking her way as if silently asking for some privacy to which she smiled and turned, giving them space. Once back in the kitchen, she tried to busy herself physically, by doing the dishes but, mentally, she was playing out any and all possible reasons why Leo wanted to talk to his brother. She didn’t think that he’d make Raph stop seeing her after spending the last hour together…right? Her brain became mush as her body started too slow, as if shutting down from the lack of sleep. But, that’s what vacation was for right? Recuperation?
“Y/n,” Leo’s voice was heard from the living room. Y/n turned, throwing the towel over her shoulder before heading back towards her balcony door.
“Thank you again, for the unsuspected visit,” she nodded while playing with the frayed ends of the towel, “we all appreciate your hospitality.” He bowed again, tossing a look towards his brother before disappearing back into the night. They were finally alone. Before Y/n could voice her thoughts Raphael had turned, wrapping her in a tight hug. This hug was different than the ones they’ve shared before, different then the one Mikey had her in earlier. This one…felt like home. Y/n was quick to reciprocate, wrapping her arms around him to the best of her ability, tracing the scutes of his shell.
The small movements elicited a series of small groans from him before she felt him push away from her, his large hands gripping her hips as he nuzzled her hairline. The silence was comforting but if she stayed like this much longer, she’d probably fall asleep while standing up. Her eyes closed, melting into the embrace but the sound of his breathing becoming shallow shook something deep within her. E/C eyes widened as they met the deep, caramel, ambers of the large man in front of her. Oh my…Y/n heart began to flutter uncontrollably, the look in his eyes set her ablaze. Without her even realizing it, her arms and hands moved on their own.Leaving their perch on his shell, they traveled back to his chest without ever leaving his skin. Once her contact shifted to his plastron he knew they were nearing the line they, about, broke earlier. Despite this night not going how it was originally planned, he honestly couldn’t have asked for a better turn out. It was as if a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders and he even got approval from Leo, not that he needed it…but he knew that in a way, he did need it. Now, he could spend time with Y/n without being so secretive. Though right now, this entire night, he wanted nothing more than to be alone with her.
Her lids heavy but they refused too close as she watched his tongue flick from behind his lips to trace along his bottom lip. Her hands made their way up his body, feeling along all the grooves, dents and scratches that littered his chest until they gripped the lip where his sensitive flesh met his plastron. I wonder if she can feel what she’s doing to me. He felt his breath and heart rate pick up again when her big eyes looked up at him. She looked so small standing against his body, his large hands engulfed her sides. Their differences were evident but they complimented each other just the same. Raphael was hunched over, rubbing small circles into her hips as he brushed his snout against her hairline again. She bit her lip, swallowing back the small moan that almost escaped. Suddenly her hip felt numb as his fingers left only to place his thumb along her bottom lip, pulling it from her teeth. She knew her face and neck were flushed as her breathing quickened. She needed more, they were so close and she didn’t want to wait any longer. She decided to make her move, hands following their own path until cradling his cheeks, pushing up on her toes, his hand dropped to brace back against her hips before her lips brushed against his. Adjusting with a small chuckle he leaned towards her again. His lips softer than she could have ever dreamed as they met for one kiss, then a second, then a third. One right after the other. Simple brushing of lips started to linger, hesitant tongues teased and before they knew it, they were lost in it. Each greedy push and pull of lips and tongues tasted sweeter as they strived to satiate the other.
Raphael’s body was on fire, his mind was melting. This is happening, this is real. She’s real. She’s everything. He was quickly getting lost in her, her scent, her body, the tiny noises she was making as she clutched to him. His large hands moved on their own, lifting from drawing circles over hips to touching every expanse of her clothed back. Gripping the baggy fabric of her hoodie until he could feel the soft skin beneath. The second his hold brought her closer, a breathy sound escaped past her lips and Raphael growled. Her scent intensified, he couldn’t place it but she only smelled like that a few times and he didn’t understand why, just chalked it up to ‘that time of the month’ according to April. But this scent, this was different and until now, he didn’t understand it but now, Fuck, he definitely understood now. He needed her closer. Now.
Oh my fucking god! Y/n’ mind was reeling, yes, oh yes! This was better than she ever imagined. She has dreamed of kissing this man for months now and there was no going back. His lips kissed open each mentally locked door in her head. She could never go back to being ‘just friends,’ now that she has had a taste. She expected them to be slightly rough, more scale-like but they weren’t. They were everything but. Soft, so soft and warm. Y/n couldn’t stop the urge of easing her tongue to trace the crease of his lips to take them further. What she wouldn’t do to hear his breath hitch like that again, over and over again. She was quickly melting into him, wanting to burn alive in his arms. The feel of his strong arms circled around her, large hands gripping as if she was what he needed to breathe, she couldn’t handle it. She needed to feel him, skin on skin to ease the burning. They dove deeper, breaking the surface one last time before plunging back in. She was barely aware that her sweatshirt was being shifted up until she felt his fingertips trace along the dip of her lower back, just above her ass. Oh hell, was the last thought as her brain became mush as those same fingertips traced up, lifting the sweatshirt in the process. Their lips broke, her hands dropped from digging into his shoulders to grip the edge ribbing of her hoodie.
Their eyes locked, his burning eyes widened as he watched her lift the hoodie higher and higher, until she disappeared beneath. The action alone left him unable to tear his eyes away from the way her arms extended above her head, her breasts displayed in a way that he swore he just died and crossed over. They looked so soft and round hidden behind the red fabric. He wanted to reach out, caress the curve of her breast, tease over the hardened nipple but his nerves started to fray. As soon as the hoodie was up and over her head she locked her eyes on his face. His eyes, dark and wanting, were watching the way her tits jiggled as the sweatshirt was flung back onto the couch. She stood before him in a red cotton tank-top and he felt his dick twitch, his shorts becoming tight. This was moving quicker than either of them had anticipated. Y/n wasn’t about to back down, not until she’s had her fill and by the way he was looking at her right now, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. No man in her life had ever looked at her like this, making her feel safe, sexy and confident. Y/n felt a heat pool between her legs by the look of hunger in his deep honey eyes. The throbbing pressure and burning heat was becoming too much for both of them. The removal of the hoodie, though done in the heat of the moment, seemed to break their lustful concentration. Reality was pushing back in and neither one knew what to do next. Y/n’s breath was coming in hot puffs as Raphael stood to his full height, catching his breath and thinking of anything but the woman in front of him to hopefully deter the growing nuisance. Y/n wanted this, whatever this was between them, evident that it was more than just friendship. He has stolen the spotlight for all of her dark fantasies. No longer did she imagine the stereotypical men from every romance novel ever written, instead, she dreamed of him. His tight muscles, piercing eyes, strong hands that would travel all over her wanting body before diving into her core. The way she envisioned him being an intimate lover yet there was a hint of a beast within that she believed could utterly wreck her and she wouldn’t mind in the damn slightest. Images of him above her, breathing heavy as his lips trailed over hers, down her throat to latch onto her shoulder as he’d drive into her was sending jolts of pleasure straight to her soaked core. Her pool of need is getting slicker against her legging covered thighs. Her thighs involuntarily flexed, pounds of flesh pressing together to rub out some relief hoping he wouldn’t notice her slight movement. But he had noticed. His eyes hadn’t missed a thing. Her clouded eyes, bruised lips, blush that flushed from her cheeks and traveled down, disappearing beneath the curve of her top. He wondered how far it went, what he wouldn’t do to find out. Her scent increased as he watched her luscious thighs press into each other and her breathing hitched. Oh fuck, she’s going to be the death of me.
Y/n’s mind was racing, both still trying to catch their breath but she was feeling torn. Her angel side said that she should talk this out, confirm what she hoped and end this night on a high note. But the little devil on right was telling her to say ‘fuck it,’ and to ravish this man until both their legs were jelly and they couldn’t walk straight. Both were tempting, one seemed more logical, she didn’t want to scare him away with how much she felt for him. While the latter option pulled at her heart strings, her desire burned the longer she stood looking at him. Shaking her thoughts away, her weight shifted as she tried to regulate her breathing, following the woodgrain in her floorboards. Her eyes kept making the journey until they stopped, meeting the being in front of her. Her eyes began to travel back up his massive, unique body. Once again finding herself swimming in the valleys of his mapped out skin. Each scar and scale, a landmark that she bookmarked for later exploration.
In their silence, his eyes never left her body. He was gaining control over his mind and body the longer they stood, only a foot between them. He could still smell her arousal and he was struggling on what to do next. He wasn’t good with words but knew that they needed to figure out what he hoped to God they were while his other, darker, more carnal side wanted nothing more than to ravish her on every available surface. He wanted her to spend her vacation completely relaxed while he took care of her in every sense. Every physical, mental and emotional sense. He’s already admitted that he was too far gone, might as well drown in his decision at this point. He knew one thing was for sure, he could never go back to just being her friend. Not after having a taste of those luscious lips and experiencing that intoxicating aroma of her want of him. All for him. If it was possible, he was sure his heart would have burst from his chest with all the things he was feeling. It was all so much, yet all so right. As his mind was becoming clearer by the second, he needed to hear her say it, say something. Confirm or deny his hopes of what could be.
“Y/n,” her head whipped up from the floor to meet his eyes as he closed the space between them again. Chest to chest they stood, he was so much taller than her and his stature made her feel physically safe. While the look in his eyes comforted her, giving her the sense that she could also be mentally safe with him.
“Yes Red,” she teased, lifting her hand to grip his elbow, her small thumb tracing the crease of his elbow. Power, that’s what he exuded, absolute power and strength but the way he held her, she sensed love. Love.
“I, uh…we should,” Raphael started to rub the pad of this thumb along the exposed flesh of her hip. He wasn’t sure if she would want the contact but he wanted to brace himself and get one last touch in before she pushed him away. Fear and doubt soaked into his bones, he pressed his thumb into her skin deeper, committing the feel of it to memory. Accepting that if this was all she was willing to give him, he’d take it with a smile. His inner turmoil was kicked to the wayside as he heard her ask a question.
“What do you want Raphael?” Y/n couldn’t stop herself from asking, she craved to know what was going on in that handsome head of his.
“You. I want you.” He surprised himself by how he didn’t hesitate to say it. Every word was true, he wanted her, in any way she’d let him. He’d protect her and love her for the rest of his life if she allowed it. He’d do anything for her and for Jamie. There was no question and he made sure that all of his brothers understood that just over an hour ago.
“Then have me. I’m all yours, Raphael.” Y/n couldn’t believe that she spoke with such confidence but the way he told her and the way he looked at her, there was no question.
Hearing those words, his full name, sends an unknown feeling straight through him. His heart constricted then burst, beating faster than before. He couldn’t stop it, he rushed her, wrapping his hands around the back of her thighs before lifting, she wrapped her legs around his waist as if on instinct. A surge of giggles erupted as her arms wrapped around his neck before throwing her head back as he spun them in circles. After a few turns he gathered her back in his secure arms, one hand pressed into her back while the other gripped the back of her neck.
“C’mere Red,” you don’t gotta ask me twice. The sound of her voice changed, going deeper as she pulled closer to him, sealing their lips back together. Her entire weight was suspended in his arms, there was no need for her to brace against him with her arms. She used that to her advantage. Her knees tightened, pinning him in between her spread thighs as her body lifted, gaining the upper hand to be hoisted above him. As her weight shifted, he had to lift his chin, chasing her lips with his own as he felt indents of her nails dig into his trap muscle. Their lips clashed, heavier and hotter than before, their desire heightened at their verbal commitment to one another. He felt her hand grip the back of his head, bunching his mask in her tight grasp before pulling down, causing the fabric to shift across his face. The next instant took him by surprise as she had untied and removed his mask entirely. His eyes widened in fear as he looked up at her, his grip tightened high on her thighs, just along the edge of her ass.
“There you are handsome,” he felt like his breath was kicked from him as he tasted those words from her lips. What the hell did I do to earn you? Y/n watched as his eyes softened before sharpening again, the languid scar across his top lip lifted before displaying a mischievous smirk. Oh no was her initial thought as the glint in his eye seemed to burn brighter. Before she knew it, he had her pressed against her balcony door.
So much was said, not with words but in their actions. They understood where to pull, how to push, falling deeper into each other. Breath became hotter, touches braver and hearts stronger, the only question was, how far were they willing to let this go?
A/N: I have agonized over this continuation, I have rewrote it at least fifteen times but...I think I'm happy. I hope you enjoy! I have been sucked into this and may continue with a part 3 if desired.
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It’s been six months since Raphael saved Y/n and it has been the happiest six months of her life. Her and Raphael fell into a routine of sorts, he’d wait for her to get off and would either follow her from the rooftop or force her to let him carry her when she could barely walk more than a block without trying to stretch her legs or rub her calves. Recently though, he was offering to carry her home damn near every other night, using the excuse of being able to get to her place quicker so he could eat. She had an inkling that it wasn’t the only reason but who was she to question his logic? It was sound in her mind. They saw each other about three times per week, sometimes more, sometimes less but each interaction was welcomed by both parties. Y/n has become a positive in Raphael’s life, she was his and his alone, he didn’t have to share her with his brothers. Talk about refreshing.
With this newfound routine came some…complications. Y/n had developed a crush on the red banded terrapin and every time they were together she wondered if he could hear her racing heart rate. Y/n has been caught eyeing up the large bara like a bitch in heat, but he would always make some flirty comment and they’d fall back into their rhythm. Then there was Jamie, he hadn't been introduced to the large brute because Y/n wasn’t ready to risk losing Raphael. Even since that first night where Raphael was almost seen by Jamie, they have done everything in their power to not have that happen again. She didn’t want Raphael to feel uncomfortable, even if she didn’t quite understand his discomfort with the small child. Knowing them both, she imagined they would become as thick as thieves. Maybe in the future? For now she was content in having someone she cherished dearly, all to herself. He was more of a man and she was falling for him every time they met up. She was slightly ashamed that she felt like a love-struck teen who was head over heels for the star football player. Looking at Raphael was an absolute delight. She admired everything about him, it was obvious he trained hard for his body. The muscles of his arms and thighs were well defined and vacant of any fat content. His shoulders were broad and led to bulging biceps that were larger than her head. She loved being wrapped in them and she’s happy that he has become comfortable with her touches. Y/n hadn’t realized how touch starved she had become, not like gentle grazes and small hugs, no; she missed the feel of arms wrapped around her torso, keeping her close, tentative swipes across her hips or shoulders, the gentle caress of a thumb against her cheek. It was all thanks to Raphael. Not only was Raphael attractive, he was kind, understanding and honest. She appreciated his blunt nature and how it always led to some quick banter and ending with boisterous laughter. Y/n hasn’t laughed this much since Sara had passed and she couldn’t be more grateful. She was brought from her thoughts as she jumped to the sound of her phone vibrating against the countertop.
Fireball: up?
Y/n smiled down at her phone, wiping the soapy bubbles from her hands before typing back at lightning speed. Glancing at the clock she realized that it was only eleven o’clock, right on time, she thought.
Y/n: waiting on you, ya big lug
Raphael grinned at Y/n’s message before tucking his phone back into his belt. He knew that she was up and around, he was only a block away and could see the lights on in her apartment. It was the first week in December and the air was getting colder and temperatures were dropping day by day. Raphael, along with the rest of his brothers, despised the cold. Despite them not being cold blooded like normal turtles, the cool temps seemed to seep into their bones and irritate everyone. During these colder months crime would take a break until it got closer to Christmas. But this year, Raphael couldn’t find it in himself to complain about the cold too much because of Y/n. She had traded her usual attire of shorts and baggy tees to leggings, long socks and hoodies. He liked that about her, she was natural and she always seemed so relaxed around him and he had to admit…it was nice. With a grunt he landed on her balcony and watched the grin cross her face before she came to meet him at the balcony door. He cherished her smile and he’d never confess to her (or his brothers) but he had secretly snapped a pic of her smiling late one night and it was now his screensaver.
Standing in front of him, she couldn’t hide the large smile that burned her cheeks. He smiled down at her lifting a six pack into view before ruffling her hair and stepping around her to head towards the kitchen.
“There’s room on the bottom shelf,” Y/n called back over her shoulder as she adjusted the pillows and blankets all around the living room. Tonight they had planned to watch The Dark Knight Rises that was recently added to Netflix. They didn’t get to do this often due to both of their schedules but she had the next three days off and planned this the second she was approved for time off. Turning to call to him again she faltered, clutching the blanket in her fists as she gawked at the sight before her. There he was, a massive wall of strength and shell squatted in front of her fridge. Despite his position, he was still incredibly massive and watching his arms flex while he dug through the fridge tempted her beyond belief. Time to indulge a little… Y/n inched towards him as he deposited the remaining glasses of beer, the sound of glass tinged against the glass shelf. Y/n peered over his shoulder, bringing her hands to rest against the lip of his shell, dipping to place her lips just to the right side of his head, grazing along his mask before doing her best batman impression, deep and breathy.
“No miracles, no mercy, no redemption…” She bated, knowing he would know every word. They bonded over their mutual love of any and all that was Batman.
“No heaven, no hell, no higher power. Just life…” He continued, she was melting at the sound of his batman impression. His deep gravelly voice sent shivers through her body and enveloped her core. Y/n could feel the rumble of his words through the perch she had along his back. Adjusting her grip along his shell, her fingers dipped slowly and traced the skin where his back fused to his shell. She could feel him shudder, as if waiting for her to finish what she started.
“Just…us.” Y/n tried to keep her voice deep but faltered and when she said ‘us’ he felt her breath blow against the sensitive flesh just below his jaw. A string of giggles left her before letting him go to stand, making her way towards the cabinet to get the popcorn ready. He was frozen, the fridge door still open as he looked over at the curvy woman to his left.
“I ordered pizza, one pepperoni, and one meat lovers.” Raphael watched her every move as she talked to him. He didn’t understand how someone so…amazing could exist. How someone so beautiful and kind, accepted him and unknown to her, was his reprieve from the monotony of his day to day.
The rest of their night continued as planned, pizza was delivered and covered by Raph despite Y/n fussing over having him pay. Raphael simply waved her off and said he got the money from a buddy who owed him. That peaked Y/n’s attention but decided not to push, at least not yet…they had a Batman movie to watch anyway. The movie was amazing, both having already seen it before led them to quote and mimic the characters on the screen. Y/n realized that Raphael really did have a good Batman impression. Honestly, in her opinion, Raphael’s version was way sexier and she’s dreamt of that voice more than she’d ever admit. One of her most recent dreams was similar to the night that he had saved her, but he used his Batman-voice and it ended with them getting a bit…frisky in that dark and dank alleyway. Oh my! Y/n could feel a blush rise from her neck to her cheeks as she remembered that dream. But, thank God, she was saved by an explosion and Raphael’s booming voice which distracted her and they fell back into their commentary of the movie. Y/n had also learned that he was a Vin Diesel fan and she was already planning a Fast and Furious movie marathon in her head.
As the movie came to an end, they both sat in silence for a few seconds, taking in the movie in its entirety. Stretching, she, with the help of Raphael, cleaned up their pizza mess and the empty beer containers before settling back on the couch. The night was still relatively young and she knew that Raphael wasn’t planning on leaving just yet because he grabbed two more beers from the fridge before sitting down. Y/n remember the question she had wanted to ask him earlier but didn’t when she looked at the pizza box that was set on top of the trashcan that was ready to be taken out tomorrow. Despite trying not to push, she wanted to learn more about him. She couldn’t help it, and asked away.
“Your buddy?”
“Yeah, s’names Casey, good dude, owed me back from drinking all my beer,” he shrugged as if it was nothing, but to Y/n it was everything. He was opening up more about himself and she couldn’t stop herself from keeping the conversation going.
“Haha, what else can I know about you?”
“What ya want t’know?” He took a swig of his beer, propping a large foot atop her coffee table. All pizza was gone and put away and they were both piled high with blankets and pillows. Raphael was comfy, but knew that he’s been wanting to open up to Y/n more and knew that if they continued this…he would like for her to meet his family.
“Okay…are there any ‘rules’ before I embark on my own version of a Spanish Inquisition?” Y/n chuckled, her hands still raised as if in surrender after bunny-earing the word “rules.”
“None I can think of,” Taking another swig he wondered if he’d regret saying that. Too late.
“Alright…” Y/n shimmied in her spot, turning to face him, sitting cross-legged and wrapped in about three blankets. She’s adorable. He couldn’t help it, she had her trusty ‘burrito’ blanket wrapped around her shoulders and draped over her head like a hood.
She took advantage and asked all the questions. About his family, how he came to be, his brothers, Casey, how he became a vigilante and so much more. He took it all in stride, he was honestly surprised that she had waited this long to bombard him with questions but figured it was because she may not wanted to have known. That thought alone made him falter a little…What if she waited so long to ask because she didn’t think she’d see me again? What if I am only entertaining her because she’s too nice to ask me not to come back? Similar thoughts flooded his brain and he finished yet another beer. Three down.
Unbeknownst to Raph, Y/n picked up on his slight change in demeanor, she sensed that he was starting to push her away so she intervened. She started opening up more and more about herself hoping that he’d catch on and know that it was okay to trust her. It turned out to be the right move because the conversation started to be more than one way and Y/n was amazed with everything about him.
“Raph…can I ask you one more question?” He lifted a brow in her direction, his honey-amber eyes burned through her, causing her to lick a swipe across her bottom lip. She watched as his eyes dropped to follow her movement before meeting her eyes again. Throughout her interrogation she had scooted closer to him without realizing. Her knees pressed into his thigh, his arm dropped over her knees. Glancing down she watched as the muscles in his forearm flexed as he fiddled with the bottle in his fingers. Untucking her fingers from her cocoon of blankets, she brushed against his arm, tracing the scars she found, swearing there were new ones every time she saw him. That realization made her sad and she wondered about the stories he could probably tell her about his experiences with the dark underbelly of New York City. But, she quickly became distracted waiting for his answer and continued to draw her imaginations into his leather-like, pebbled flesh.
“Sure,” how could I say no? With the way she regarded him with such care, her touch gentle as she traced shapes into his skin. Was it possible to burn from the inside out by just touch alone? He swore he was about to find out with how hot his blood ran. He had noticed that she scooted closer to him throughout their conversation, so much so that her knees braced against his thigh. He felt as though a hole had burned into his skin by each knee-cap. He took a risk and laid his arm gently across her knees earlier and she hadn’t flinched or moved away, she did the very opposite which got his mind reeling.
“Do you trust me?” Y/n cursed herself for how small she felt like she sounded. What the hell kind of loaded question is that? Ugh, you really suck Y/n! She swore to herself in the third person and continued to busy herself with tracing abstract shapes into his skin. She followed the grooves of his scales, tracing the valleys and watched as they spread, mapping out his entire body. What she wouldn’t give to start at the top of his head and trace a valley all the way down to see where it’d take her. Shaking herself back to reality, lifting her head, breath caught in her throat. He was looking down at her, gaze piercing but she couldn’t read his expression. His eyes were bright, but his facial features were blank, there was no emotion and she worried that she just royally fucked up. Her overactive brain shut down when she watched as his eyes softened, burning brighter if possible and watched as his body shifted on the couch. His hand moved to brush against her fingertips, holding them in place as he moved them atop his thigh. The air became heavy, and silent, the only sounds were their soft breathing, eyes flicking back and forth as if searching for an unspoken answer.
Of course he trusted her, if he didn’t he wouldn't have become so attached to her in these last six months. He never wanted her to question his trust again, hearing it sent a pang in his chest and so he decided right then and there that he was about to risk it all. Raphael wasn’t sure what his heart decided until he found himself moving on instinct. He shifted, leaning closer, his eyes never leaving hers as his bulky frame seemed to loom over hers on the small couch. He silently cursed as the couch whined in protest from his body shifting but he watched as her eyes lit up, and wait…was she leaning in too? The dim lighting of the living room, the quiet murmurings of the T.V and the distracting smell of F/S (Favorite Scent) wafted in the air. Raphael was nervous, not sure what the fuck he was thinking or even doing but it couldn’t have been all bad by the way that Y/n was looking at him. They were much closer now, her weight shifted onto her knees and her free hand lifted to cup the edge of his jaw, tickling the sensitive flesh there.
“Y/n…,” He wanted this, whatever was about to happen but, the fear of rejection echoed in his head as he tried to give her a way out. Instead, he felt the way her thumb brushed along his jaw and ended a breath away from his bottom lip. Her eyes darkened, dropping to watch her thumb trace the edge of his bottom lip. He couldn’t stop the hitch in his breath, is this real? Not another dream? Raphael refused to move, fearing that he’d scare her away and the past six months of friendship would shatter before him. He couldn’t handle that.
Hearing Raphael say her name, she knew she was already too far gone. His voice was soft, deep and held so much care and caution all at once. This behemoth of a man had stolen her heart and filled a space she hadn’t completely realized (or admitted) was missing. He was it, she wanted him to know how she felt, this wasn’t some silly crush…it’s gone beyond that at this point. She wanted to dive in, and by the way he was watching and responding to her made her believe he’d drown with her. No hesitation. No question. They were there for each other.
Y/n moved to break the delicately placed line of their friendship by joining their lips together but, before she could take the plunge, a movement out the corner of her eye stopped her and she froze. Raphael picked up on her sudden awareness and proceeded to curse under his breath. He was a fully trained ninja, how could a five year old kid sneak up on him? Oh, that’s right, he’d been too distracted by the gorgeous woman who was pressed into his chest, her lips a breath away. Groaning out and mentally face-palming, he ducked, thinking, thank god his brothers didn’t know, they’d never let him live it down.
“Mommy?” Y/n and Raphael’s eyes locked, widening in unison as Y/n slowly shifted to gaze at Jamie over the back of the couch.
“Yes baby?” Y/n cooed, moving slowly, stretching her legs, unwrapping from the pile of blankets that fell to wrap around her waist. Her eyes never left the tiny bundle that was looking between her and Raphael. She wasn’t very religious but prayed that Jamie would be patient and kind to her guest.
“Who’s that?” Raphael heard Jamie ask as he watched Y/n squat down to the little boy’s level. She patted the boy’s head before gesturing a hand in Raphael’s direction.
“He’s…my friend…” Y/n wasn’t sure if that was the proper way to introduce him but it’d have to do for now. She chanced a glance at the large terrapin that was still sitting on the couch looking at her. The look he gave her sent chills through her body and a tinge of heat to her core. She loved when he looked at her like that, it made her feel all giddy and an absolute mess inside. Did he know that he affected her like this? Could he feel the same after what had almost just happened?
At the mention of his existence by the little boy, his initial thought of trying to remain as stoic and unmoving as possible didn’t work. Then at the mention of Y/n regarding him as her friend brought a small crook to his mouth. Way more than ‘just friends,’ beautiful. Shaking his head, a smirk spread across his face before he sent a wink in y/n’s direction. Yup, I’m fucked.
“What’s his name?” The boy’s question threw Raphael for a complete loop, there was no screaming, no tears, just honest, innocent curiosity. He decided to turn and peek down at the small boy on the other side of the couch. He didn’t want to startle the young boy so he moved as slowly and quietly as he stood.
“Hey squirt, name’s Raph,” He tossed the young boy a small smile before making his way around the couch, squatting down about six feet away from the boy. Raphael sent a glance towards Y/n to gauge whether or not he was doing the right thing and he watched as a smile broke across her lips before she nodded for him to continue.
“I’m not a squirt, my name is Jamie…how do you know my mommy?” The small child crossed his arms and quirked an eyebrow in Raphael’s direction.
“She’s my…friend,” Raphael locked eyes with Y/n once again, and he could have swore that her eyes widened before becoming even brighter. His heart rate picked up at that. He turned back to the little boy who had leaned against Y/n’s shoulder as she began to rewrap the blanket around his tiny shoulders. Raphael has never been this close to such a small child before, let alone ever talked with one. Cute kid. He watched as lil’ Jamie leaned into his mom’s ear and whispered something that made her give a small giggle before still loud enough for Raphael to hear.
“Do you want him to be your friend?” She asked, Jamie looked at the large turtle-man and nodded his head three times before making a small step towards Raph. He wasn’t sure what to do, he looked towards Y/n for some guidance and she simply nodded at Jamie and made a gesture with her hand to Raph, indicating that he just needed to let it happen. Jamie walked two more steps before stopping, clutching his blanket to his chest before reaching back to grip his Mom’s hand. Y/n let out a quiet laugh as she slid across the living room floor on her knees just behind Jamie as he began to make his way towards Raphael. The large bara controlled his breathing and made no indication that he was going to move, not wanting to frighten the kid.
The air had a tension yet it wasn’t from fear, more of the unknown. Y/n was intrigued by how this night was panning out and Raphael couldn’t believe he was talking to a small kid that hadn’t yelled, screamed, cried or did whatever kids do when they get scared. Raphael waited with bated breath as the kid took the last step to stand between his squatted knees. Still clutching his blanket, Jamie let go of his Mom before lifting his hand to poke Raphael’s snout with a small “boop.”
Y/n watched and couldn’t help the large smile that spread across her face. Jamie just ‘booped’ Raphael the way she boops him before tucking him into bed or kissing his forehead. That’s a good sign…right? Her uncertainty was quelled when Jamie began to play with the red mask tails before she saw a surprised look pass over Raphael’s face. The little boy was now touching Raphael’s cheek and it was at that moment that Raphael knew he’d lay down his life for this tiny family. He felt his heart rate beat ten-fold as his golden eyes flicked between the boy and Y/n, realizing (not for the first time) how happy he was. How truly happy he was in this moment. Y/n was just smiling, watching the interaction unfold, she knew the second that Jamie touched Red’s face that everything was going to be okay. My two favorite boys.
Y/n traced along the grain of her floorboards as Jamie and Raphael were sucked into each other's company. It was an endearing sight that brought a smile to Y/n’s face. But, this meant that she and Raph would need to sit down and have a talk about a few things now that Jamie was brought into the picture. Y/n was more at ease than she was earlier but she wanted to know what was going on in Raphael’s mind. She just kept picturing him diving behind her curtains and out the balcony door that first night six months ago to hide away from her five year old. Despite the fact that he was currently ruffling Jj’s hair and calling him, “lil’ squirt,” Jamie's adorable laugh filled the apartment. Y/n has never been as happy as she was at this moment. She’d risk the world for these two. That truth terrified her in the way that this was by far from ‘normal’ circumstances but…she knew, watching as the two in question laughed together, it was totally worth it. Fuck normal.
The rest of the night continued with laughter, marshmallow smiles and airplane rides. Jamie and Raphael had become thick as thieves. They bonded over their love of hot chocolate and marshmallows. Raphael surprised her by how gentle and loving towards Jamie. Y/n couldn’t stop her roars of laughter as she watched Raphael stuff his face with marshmallows before breaking into a huge smile and Jamie squished Raph’s cheeks between his tiny hands. The laughter that was pouring out of her kitchen had her cheeks hurting with all the smiles. This moment was one for the books and she never wanted to forget it. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone before angling it towards the two boys. Jamie was sitting on the island while Raphael was leaning forward from the sink so that Jamie could reach him. Raph’s eyes were crinkled closed as he smiled with a mouthful of marshmallows and Jamie continued to giggle as he poked at Red’s cheeks. Uncontrollable laughter left Jamie’s little face red with happy tears, his favorite blanket forgotten on her kitchen floor. She’d send that pic to Raph later.
But, unbeknownst to them, their precious moment was being watched from the rooftop across the alleyway. A pair of burning blue gems glared into the balcony window as he watched his brutish brother laugh with a little boy and a young woman.
Leonardo had become more and more suspicious of Raphael for the past few months, more-so than normal. There were fewer fights between the brothers but what bugged Leo and the rest the most was how Raphael seemed to be pulling away from the team. Michelangelo was the first to realize that Raph was leaving the lair almost every night before patrol or would disappear on the way back. Mikey tried to get Raph to open up but he’d always push him off and mumble something about imagining things. That interaction led to Leonardo knocking down Casey’s door asking if he’s been out with Raph playing vigilante and when Casey confessed to Raph bailing on him the past few months, Leonardo became increasingly worried. Would Raphael actually leave the team? Leave his brothers? Had he found a way to live and survive away from everything he has known? The doubt and slight guilt was undeniable. As the leader, it was his duty to make sure that his brothers understood their roles, prospered in them and remained a strong unit both on and off duty but this…this was new. This time it felt more real that Raphael was actually going to leave. Which was why Leo made Donnie track Raphael’s cell and led him to perch against this rooftop looking down at his immediate younger brother. Leo’s been here all night, right after his late meditation session with Sensei he set out to find Raph and bring him home. But out of everything he thought Raphael would be out doing, this was certainly not on the list. Leo had watched as Raph and this unidentified woman ate, watched a movie, talked, and almost kissed…? Leo hated to admit but he doesn't remember the last time that Raphael had looked as happy as he does right now. His mouth was stuffed with marshmallows as a young boy played with his face. Leo sighed,
“He’d make a good dad,” Mikey suddenly appeared beside Leo, dropping his legs over the edge of the building as he secured his hoverboard back into his backpack. Leo quietly regarded his youngest brother before continuing.
“Did you know?” What meant to be a question came off as tight and commanding. Mikey stayed silent, watching as his red-banded brother laughed in the small kitchen across the alley.
“Only for about a month…Donnie knows too, has for about five months.” Leo couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His brothers knew that Raphael was sneaking out to be with a woman and a kid for months and no one thought to tell him?
“How are we supposed to be a team if we insist on keeping secrets,” he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air as he stood to pace across the rooftop.
“Because we knew you wouldn’t approve. Mikey wanted to tell you but I thought it’d be best to wait for you to find out on your own.” Donatello appeared from around the rooftops shed, zipping up his cargo pants before snapping his suspenders back into place.
“Great. I am the leader of this team yet I am the LAST to know about this. Has either one of you wondered if she’s a danger to us and our existence? Ever stopped to think that it could be a cover and she works for the Foot…” Leo was quickly cut off as Donatello interjected.
“I’ve already checked her out, her name is Y/n, L/n. She’s an ER nurse and has a five year old son named Jamie. He is not her biological son, she was his godmother but then assumed custody when his birth parents were killed in a car crash a few years ago. She has no other family in the city and his parents' families have little to no communication with either of them. There’s a woman who does babysit Jamie on late nights but she is an elderly neighbor who likes to write complaints about the neighbors cat.” Donnie rambled on as he flicked through the tablet strapped to his arm. Leo looked at Donatello incredulously but he should have known that Donnie would do a full I.D pull on this mystery woman.
“Yeah man, give us some credit. Donnie knew she wasn’t a threat and didn’t want to intervene. We followed Raph, what, two months ago?” Mikey looked towards Donnie who nodded his head ‘yes’ before Mikey continued.
“We saw how relaxed Raph was, dude, I’ve never seen him like that before. They are like, best friends!” Mikey shouted out at the light polluted stars.
“Well they’re more than friends I’d guess.” Leo mumbled, but his comment did not go unnoticed by his younger brothers.
“Oh? What you mean…” Donatello was now regarding Leo, his hand frozen over the top of his tablet. Michelangelo looked at his oldest brother with piercing eyes and a vibrating smile.
“Th-they almost kissed…I think.” Leo fell off before ducking his head, instantly feeling guilty for letting his brother’s business out like that. Leo is a gossip at heart…so is Raphie, fight me.
“You think?” Mikey pushed, swinging his nunchucks as he rounded on his eldest brother, “Describe it for us bro! How was it almost?” Mikey’s grin was contagious but Leo’s stoic nature didn’t falter…until Mikey repeated his question for the fifteenth time in five minutes.
“Okay, okay!” Leo groaned, but before he could continue, Mikey interjected. With a gasp he covered his mouth,
“He didn’t burp in her face did he, dude!” Clearly Michelangelo’s overactive imagination was getting the better of him. Even though it was something that each brother could envision happening if Michelangelo ever got a girl to want to kiss him.
“No Mikey, he didn’t burp in her face,” Leo swore that his eyes were going to get stuck if he rolled them any harder.
“They were on the couch and she was against his chest, hands on his face and was about to kiss him but the boy caught them.” Leonardo shrugged, crossing his arms nonchalantly as if it wasn’t HUGE news that a real, HUMAN, WOMAN about kissed their grumpiest brother.
Mikey turned back towards the woman’s apartment, and saw that Raphael had the small boy Jamie, right? In his arms and spinning him around like the kid was superman. Michelangelo couldn’t help the smile that was plastered on his face before he elbowed and winked at Donnie who was witnessing the endearing sight. Leo was standing back, regarding his brothers but also watching as Raphael spun around the small apartment. This is all so…new Leonardo thought, and he was quickly getting overwhelmed over the sight. He knew, echoing Mikey’s words earlier, that yes, Raph would be a great dad.
Leonardo was broken from his thoughts by Mikey turning and running straight into him.
“What the hell Mik—,”
“Raph! He saw us!” The fear in his baby brother’s eyes was clear and Leo knew that this wasn’t good.
“Donnie…”
“We have a 23.000004% chance that he didn’t see us, Leo.” Donnie confirmed as each of the brothers froze at the sound of a balcony door opening.
“Go back to the lair, I’ll deal with Raph.” Leo strained, cracking his neck, rolling his shoulders before standing his ground to wait for his hot headed brother.
“Nah brah, you’re stuck with us,” Mikey stated as Donnie nodded in agreement.
Alright, let’s get this over with, was the last thing Leo thought before Raphael now stood atop the bricked edge of the roof, his large shadow looming over his brothers in the moonlight. They each felt a chill, not from the brisk, December air, but from the look of anger in their brother’s eyes.
“Are ya alright?” Kneeling down in front of the scared woman who was butted up against the edge of the trash can in the back of this narrow alley.
“Uh..um,” was the only response as the woman’s wide eyes looked him up and down. Feeling a bit more self conscious about who he was hit him like a truck with the way her eyes shined. The glossy orbs analyzed his massive form, he watched as her eyes lingered at his feet, to his waist, to his bulging biceps then landing to eye him. Shifting his weight he started to ease back into the shadows but before he took a step her arm shot out. Her sudden movement stopped them both, their eyes locked as fingertips brushed, her eyes blown wider and her face became more flushed. His heart started to beat faster.
“T-thank you, thank you!” Tears started to well up in her eyes as she made to stand but dropped back to her knees. Raphael couldn’t just stand there and watch her struggle but he was hesitant to help, in case her reaction to his touching her was unwanted. Nevertheless, she was favoring her left wrist and he felt for the woman. He had just saved her from being mugged by three Purple Dragon goons and recently muggings were becoming more frequent in this area.
“C’mere,” bending forward, stepping into her view and bent to her level. He made sure to get her nod of approval before gripping her slender shoulder and helping her to her feet. The petite woman checked her watch and blanched upon seeing the current time.
“Oh no…,” just as the words left her mouth, a silent cry followed as she saw her phone smashed at her feet.
Raph knew that he was already staying longer than normal but the smaller woman seemed to be in a panic, and she was injured with no phone and it was already well past one in the morning.
“Do ya need ta call someone?” Holding her wrist to her chest, she nodded.
“Uh, yes um… do you—,” she trailed off, unsure if what she was asking could possibly be offensive. She watched as the reptile man in front of her handed her his own phone, she was slightly surprised that it seemed to be a modified iPhone. Add it to the list of questions that she already had. Flexing the fingers in her wrist, knowing that (hopefully) it was just a sprain she dialed the number and waited for the other line to pick up. As the phone rang, leaning against the dumpster she watched the reptile to her left. She had so many questions but none of them mattered when he had done nothing but save her ass in more ways than one.
“Yes! Mrs. Cheryl, I am so sorry, there was an incident and I am running a bit late — yes, I know it's already two hours over and…” As her conversation droned on, her eyes darting from her hero to the graffiti bricks in front of her then to the rambunctious street about one-hundred yards away, she could feel his eyes on her.
He had some questions of his own but they didn’t matter considering he would probably never see this woman again so what’s the point? He was going to get his phone back then disappear, hopefully to bash in a few more heads before heading back home. To fill the emptiness he simply watched the small woman in front of him. He sufficed that she was probably a nurse, with the scrubs and id badge that was tucked in her pocket. She seemed to be pleading with the person on the other line and wondered what was so important that she kept apologizing for. It’s not every day someone gets mugged so what the hell?
“Mrs. Cheryl, please…yes, I understand that this is the second time but I had a…” He listened, he knew he should’ve given her privacy but he was getting pissed off at the person she was talking to. They weren’t listening to a word she was trying to say, obviously cutting her off and his blood was starting to boil. At the sound of yet another plea, he lost it.
“Yes, I—,” she didn’t get a chance to finish before the phone was grabbed by the large creature, his deep, gruff voice all but yelled into the receiver. She was shocked yet she couldn’t help the quiet laugh that left her system. Obviously her conversation was driving him as nuts as it was herself.
“Look lady, she was just mugged. Cut her a break.” She couldn’t help her reaction, she wasn’t expecting him to come to her aid, at least not in this way. Quickly covering her mouth to muffle her sounds she snorted in the process. She locked eyes with the large male and watched as he cracked a crooked smile her way before he started talking again. She was brought back to reality as his voice was slightly calmer, less abrasive yet still incredibly deep.
“Cheryl right? Ya, she’s finishin’ up a report and she’ll be headed home. Ya, ya, she’s right here—,” he stared at the phone a few seconds before handing it back to her.
“Here ya go,” he gestured with a nod of his head before releasing a huff and falling against the dumpster, building biceps and forearms locking over his chest.
“It’s okay Mrs. Cheryl, yes…thank you, thank you! I will be home in about ten minutes…yes…thank you, see you soon.” The phone call finally came to an end. She couldn’t help the smile that was on her face as she turned, accidentally bumping into his rock solid bicep in the process.
“Heh, sorry…but thank you, you’re seriously a life-saver.” She wasn’t sure what possessed her to do it, but she gently placed her hand on his large forearm that was braced across his chest. She could feel his thundering pulse beneath the smooth, leather-like, scaled flesh. He didn’t flinch, but instead gently unfolded his arms, taking the phone and placing it back in his pocket, answering with a mumbled, “s’no problem.”
The silence filled the air and she was suddenly worried about walking back home, she had another ten minute walk but knowing that this amazing individual exists, she felt a bit safer.
“So…do you have a name?”
“S’what it to ya?” Slightly taken aback, but being an ER nurse, she was used to defensive males.
“Because I’d like to properly thank you for saving my life…” She shrugged, the blood in her wrist started to throb so she brought it back up to clutch to her chest.
“Do ya need’a lift?” He inwardly cursed himself. Why’d I just ask that? He should be back on that roof a mile away by now. He shouldn’t have stayed this long and if ‘ol Fearless knew, the guy would probably have a hernia.
“Uh, I wouldn’t mind a lift but how—,” trailing off she glanced to the rooftops, that’s where he came down from, “Oh… by roof?”
He simply nodded before shrugging off the dumpster, standing to his full height she was blown away by his shear mass. He had to be at least six foot, seven inches and was all muscle and shell. Dropping her eyes, she locked with his golden ambers and a feeling of safety washed over her.
“Yer smart…not afraid of heights are ya?” His attempt at conversing was hindered by the fact she could sense his nerves and anxiety spike with the shifting of his weight from foot to foot.
“No,” she wasn’t sure why she said that, she’s never been on top of a New York Roof before and the closest she’s come to heights would be the elevator at work but that doesn’t count right?
“I gotta carry ya though,” his shoulders straightened as his voice dropped to an even deeper octave, as if he was giving her time to back out if she was feeling uncomfortable.
“Okay…I trust you,” at those words he gave her a brief look of incredulousness before his face became unreadable and he stepped closer. He stooped to her level, his arms stretched out as if he was slowly approaching an injured animal (which in this case, he technically was,) but made no move to touch her. Considerate and endearing, refreshing, she thought before nodding her head, lifting her uninjured arm to tuck into the space between his neck and shell. His large arms lifted her as if she weighed nothing before he made his way deeper into the alley. As he took the first step into the darkened alley he could feel her heart rate pick up.
“Ladder is ova’ here,” he tried to reassure her, which seemed to work as the arm around his neck squeezed the tense flesh of his opposite shoulder in understanding.
Raphael welcomed the silence as he made it to the New York rooftops.
“Where am I takin’ ya?”
“Oh, um the apartments on 53rd and Bentley.” That was a rough part of town. He didn’t like the idea of her living in that area but who was he to judge, he lived rent free in a sewer. The trek was easy enough, the only sounds she made were uncertain gasps as he’d jump between rooftops. He quickly found out that she wasn’t a fan of heights, a fact she told him, that she just found out about tonight. He chuckled and shook his head, asking her what she was thinking to which she retorted with a snarky comment about how she didn’t know turtles could jump. That broke open the flood gates as they both carried on, asking questions and egging each other over small likes and dislikes. The woman was smart and funny, and once the ice was broken, conversation was easy and before she knew it, they were on the roof right across from her building. The descent to the alley was the least enjoyable part of the entire trip and when he made a comment about her looking green, she shocked them both by saying,
“I’ve always thought green looked good on me.” She shattered the awkward air with a wink before nudging his arm. He liked her, she was funny and didn’t seem to mind the fact he was a tall, green, mutant turtle, ninja machine.
As he set her back on her feet his chuckle was brought to an abrupt halt, his hands never had the chance to leave her body before he sensed someone was near. Reacting on instinct, he pulled her with him back into the shadows, covering her body entirely as he was on high alert. He watched as a drunk stumbled, vomited and then limped back to where he came from. Admitting there was no real danger, Raphael became aware of the small woman he had tucked into his body. Turning his head back, his tongue felt like lead. Her gorgeous eyes were blown, the surrounding neon dancing in her eyes. Her breath was coming in quick, short gasps. He hadn’t realized their current position due to being completely focused on any danger the old drunk could’ve intended. Raph had her pushed up against the brick of her building, her left arm still clutched to her chest that was rising and falling rapidly against him. He also hadn’t realized where his hands had landed, one gripped her waist while the other was braced against the brick to the left of her face. His fingers burned as they gripped the flesh of her hip where her scrub top lifted in the shuffle. Raph needed to back away, give her space, say goodbye and then disappear from her life. But…He started to panic.
She felt like she couldn’t breath, this large turtle-man had reacted and pressed her up against the wall. She didn’t quite understand until she watched as his golden eyes never left a drunk man that entered the alleyway. Quickly understanding she turned back to him and was met with a wall of armor, his strong neck flexed above her, his three-fingered hand gripped her side. She couldn’t help the sudden rush of need that flooded her system. It had been so long and she couldn’t deny her growing attraction towards the mutant turtle in front of her. She felt her thighs clench at the thought of his strength and wondered what he was capable of. Biting her lip she cursed herself, no, no you can’t afford to think like that. You have Jamie to think about… But be damned, as soon as he turned his gaze back on her, her heart rate spiked, thighs clenched again and she could feel her face flush. Eyes locked, she could sense his emotions, feel his nerves and see his anxiety. She felt like he was about to bolt and she didn’t want him to leave just yet, Mrs. Cheryl was still watching Jamie, they could wait a few more minutes. Her left hand slowly lifted, connecting with the incredibly soft skin of his hip, it was the closest piece of skin she could reach in the tight space between them. Y/n watched as his eyes widened at the contact but he did not move. He felt her fingers ignite and then trace a trail up from his hip to the lip of his plastron. He couldn’t believe that he was allowing this but all he could hear were Mikey’s words from earlier, ‘yo, we are just all touch starved dude!’ Referring to when Leo got on Mikey for being greedy with April’s hugs and touches. Raphael started to understand exactly what Mikey was talking about. But as her fingers continued their journey, landing against his cheek, brushing soft lines into his textured skin he felt like he was melting. How could this stranger have this effect on him? His panic only increased as his inner monologue repeated too close, too close, run, too close.
“Um,” they both said in unison, their gazes dropped and he was sad to lose the warmth of her fingers on his face.
“I shou—,” he started as he pushed away from her, gathering more distance between them. He watched as she took a deep breath before focusing on his retreating form.
“What do you call yourself?” She asked, praying that he didn’t take the question as offensive and rude. He stood in silence as he regarded her, she felt jittery under his gaze. The heat from earlier returned, bleeding into her stomach and lower.
“Raphael.” He shouldn’t be doing this.
“Y/n…nice to meet you,”
“Lil late for introductions huh?” He teased as he looked at her outstretched hand before shaking it as gently as he could. She wanted to sass back and say something along the lines of “well who’s fault is that?” But she decided to take the high road and be nice to the man who has helped her more in one night than anyone in her entire life had.
“Never too late… are you hungry?” She asked, “I’m on the 7th floor, the last window there, with the fire escape…” She pointed towards the window in question, hoping that he’d consider sticking around a little longer.
“I need—,”
“I can order pizza from Anita’s down the street, I know the owner, it could be here in ten…” She knew he probably thought of her as a crazy lady but she wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet.
He knew his brother’s wouldn’t check on him just yet. He was supposed to be blowing off steam and his brothers, mainly Leo would be expecting him back anytime now, but…fuck it.
“I could eat,” he liked her smile, her plump lips pulled at the edges, her eyes creased as her body seemed to vibrate.
“Great! Give me ten minutes and I’ll let you in,” she rushed past him and up the stairs leading to her apartment building. Raphael couldn’t fake the smile that spread across his face before he made his way to the roof. It’d be quicker to come down to her fire escape then to scale it.
“I am sorry about earlier but you know how much I hate missing my shows,” Mrs. Cheryl, the old-bitty, eyed the petite nurse up and down as she rummaged through the back closet.
“Yes I know and I am sorry. I appreciate you staying with Jamie, this won’t happen again.”
“Don’t make promises you may not be able to keep girl,” the old woman crooked her bony finger in Y/n direction. Despite the truth of that statement Y/n wondered if Mrs. Cheryl was always a killjoy. But she digresses, she was eternally grateful for the help that she has needed more so recently.
“Okay, okay— here. Thank you again,” Y/n handed Cheryl the check before all but shoving the old woman out her door. Short goodbyes were exchanged before y/n found herself leaning back against her closed apartment door. What a day…That was an understatement of the century.
Y/n crept down the hall before creaking open the door to see Jamie sleeping peacefully in his paw patrol bed sheets. Safe and sound. A small smile graced her lips as she eased his door closed before quietly creeping back toward her room to change out of her scrubs. Double checking the clock, she exited her room and walked towards the balcony door that led to the fire escape. Leaning out she called,
“Raphael…psst, Raph you there?” When she was met with silence she was sad but tried again, “C’mon Big Red…”
“Big Red?”
Y/n jumped with a gasp when Raph dropped from above and landed softly on the metal rail of the balcony, his arm suspended above her to brace himself against the brick. Hitting his bicep she scolded him, “get in here so I can order pizza.” She giggled before retreating back into her cool apartment. Raphael eyed her, she changed into a pair of black shorts, an old Metallica t-shirt, toes painted black and stuffed into a pair of fuzzy red slippers. Raphael suddenly became more aware of the curvy woman in front of him, he knew she was pretty but seeing her like this, relaxed and in her zone, she was very, very hot. Inwardly scolding himself, damn he was starting to sound like Mikey. Numbskull.
“Make yourself at home Red,” she walked towards her small kitchen before leaning across the island, her calves flexing the shirt riding up with her stretch. His eyes never left her, drowning in her persona which he felt ashamed at how quickly his thoughts turned dark as she retrieved a phone before turning back towards him, leaning against the counter.
“Pepperoni okay?”
“That’ll work,” He answered, staring at her overly small couch and overly large recliner to his left. Taking in her surroundings he wasn’t sure how someone could live in such a small space but who was he to talk? He had the entire New York sewer system, but no matter how many alcoves and tunnels, the place still felt suffocating.
“Go ahead,” she followed his eyes and nodded for him to sit in the recliner. But before he sat she interrupted,
“Red, could you remove your uh…forks? I’d prefer my furniture to not be stabbed,” y/n laughed as she watched Raph’s eye twitch at her calling his weapons ‘forks.’
“They’re Sai, not ‘forks’,” she couldn’t help the giggle as she watched him do air quotes when he said the word forks as if that word was the bane of his existence. She meant to dial Anita’s number but was distracted watching the big brute in front of her. How could someone so large be so gentle? Watching as he removed his utility belt and the care he took with his weapons was mesmerizing. He set the belt down best him as if he was ready to attack at any sign of danger. She swore that if she hadn’t watched him she would have believed he was never there, he was so quiet. The skill that he must possess to be so soundless astounded her. Y/n wanted to know more about him, ask all the questions and really get to know him. He was fascinating. So lost in her thoughts she hadn’t realized that he was calling her name until a whistle broke her from her thoughts. Blushing profusely, she dipped and dialed the number and ordered two large pepperoni pizzas and a side of barbecue wings. She set the phone back down into its holder but felt her wrist hit against the edge of the counter top, hissing quietly as the jolt of pain went up her arm.
“Ya got a med kit?” Surprised at how close he sounded she looked up to see him about three feet from her.
“Uh, yeah…are you hurt?”
“No, but you are.” His eyes flicked to the wrist that she held to her chest. Wow, he’s observant. She all but eye-rolled before she stopped herself, he was just trying to help.
“Get the kit, I’ll wrap it for ya.” If it was anyone else she would have told them off, she was an ER nurse for god's sake but…it was kind of nice being waited on for once. She decided to take advantage and bask in the attention.
“Sure you know how?” She teased, knowing that by his multiple scars and his ability to kick criminals asses, he’s probably gotten a few cuts and scrapes here and there.
“Hah, yer funny, but ya, I know how,” he drawled before turning to sit on a stool, crossing his arms over his burly chest and giving her a look that, in different circumstances, was sure to turn her into absolute goo.
After retrieving the kit, and a small brace she forgot she owned, she headed back towards the kitchen. He did know how to wrap a wrist, and what surprised her was how gentle he was being. His touch was feather lite and caused no discomfort, she could see the calluses on his hands. Sitting so close beside him was driving her mad, he smelled of leather, earth and a musk that must have been all him. It was anything but unpleasant, she felt so relaxed in his arms and was sad with how quickly he was able to fix her up. She
Y/n made her way to sit on the couch cushion closest to Raphael, feeling safer the closer she was. They had flipped through the channels until they landed on an old UFC match when she saw Raph’s interest peak. He saved her life, she could handle watching some cage fighting with him. The minutes passed as they bantered back and forth, she was quickly getting sucked more into each round of the fight. They fed off of each other’s excitement, even more so once the pizza had arrived. Y/n quickly realized that she hasn’t had this much fun with anyone in a really, really long time. She was so focused on raising Jamie that she hadn’t realized she forgot that there was more than being a mom. Speaking of which…
“Mommy…” a tired voice broke through the ruckus and Raphael instantly froze. A kid? He slowly shifted before diving back towards the fire escape. Y/n watched Raph’s reaction and prayed that he hadn’t actually left and just hid outside.
“Yes baby?”
“I’m thusty,” Jamie rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he clutched his blankie to his chest.
“You know if you drink this late you may pee the bed,” Y/n teased as she pushed up from the couch. Worried about Raphael’s reaction but she could deal with that later. She made her way to the kitchen, lightly patting his head before she heard his tiny pats of his feet follow her.
“Nuh-uh! I’m a Big KiD!” His adorable whine, mixed with sleep, was one of her favorite sounds. Absolutely endearing and innocent, so full of life and she would never trade him for anything.
“Haha, yes you are darling,” Y/n petted Jamie’s head before she handed him his PawPatrol cup. He swore that drinks tasted weird in all the other cups. Once he finished his small cup she held his hand and helped him back to bed, tucking him so he was all snuggly-wuggly. Kissing his forehead she barely made it back to his bedroom door before she heard his soft snores fill the room.
Y/n made her way back towards the living area when she noticed that Raphael was back, his form slick with rain, utility belt back in place and his red mask stuck to his skin as if it was painted on. The look in his eyes was unreadable so why did she feel so many emotions coming from him?
“You got a kid.” His voice was rough and body tense.
“Yes.” Y/n felt the mood shift with his words, he was uncertain where this conversation was going. She didn’t want to think about regretting the decision of bringing him here but the thought still snuck its way in and clouded her brain. He was a stranger after all. She didn’t know him, only knew his name (if it was his real name) and that he was a large, Sai yielding, mutant turtle. Y/n noticed that he was dripping water all over her floorboards and turned to grab a towel out of the closet to her left before tossing it at him. He took it without a word and began to soak the water off his skin. It was silent for a few seconds as she took in the way his muscles seemed to coil and twist with each swipe of the towel. Thank god she only bought bath sheets or else she wasn’t sure if he’d be able to reach around his massive shell.
“The dad?” Raphael’s weight shifted between each leg as he finished his ministrations. His entire form screamed ‘high alert,’ his eyes skimmed the surroundings as if he were committing them to memory. The towel slung over his shoulders, his hands gripping each end. I bet he’s one hell of a towel-snapper.
“Gone. Along with his real mom.” It was tough and she hadn’t expected this so soon but through the years of having Jamie, Y/n was tired of the assumptions. Despite not knowing this being, Y/n felt like she needed Raphael to understand, she hasn’t felt more like herself like she has tonight in a very long time. It was all thanks to the man in front of her and god dammit, she was going to be selfish. Finalizing her decision she decided to give him an answer that would clear the air. She usually tried to hide her blunt retorts at work but after a twelve hour shift and the attempted mugging, she was exhausted.
“What—,” She didn’t give him a chance to finish before she dropped into the deep set couch, her frame easily swallowed by the cushion. Y/n began to tell Raphael the story of her and Jamie.
“I was his godmother, but when his biological mom, my best friend Sara, and dad, Justin, died in a car wreck I was given temporary custody of Jamie. He was only a year old and doesn’t remember his parents but I do my best to make sure he knows how great they were…Sara’s dad was in jail at the time for a felony and Justin’s parents didn’t like Sara and never met their own grandson. Sara wrote up a will when Jamie was born and added that if anything were to happen to her and Justin, she wanted me to raise him. Fast forward four years, here I am a mom to an adorable five year old named Jamie who I’d do anything for. I understand that we have just met and I honestly don’t owe you an explanation but I like you and despite being mugged, I’ve felt more like myself with you then I have in over four years. So…Thank you.”
Y/n knew that it was a lot to digest but something about saying it out loud, lifted an invisible weight off her shoulders that she hadn’t realized she was carrying. Y/n knew that Sara would be proud of her, she knew she didn’t always get it right but she always tried her best and would give her life for lil’ Jamie. With a deep breath and even deeper release, Y/n looked back up at where the large mutant turtle stood. She worried that she confessed her feelings way too soon but it was the truth but honesty was the best policy…right? He was silent, if she hadn't been looking at him she would have thought he had left already.
“Y/n,” her head whipped up again, the way each syllable left his lips sent a shiver down her spine and heat, again, pooled deep within her belly. Ugh, it has been too long since… Y/n couldn’t even finish her thought as Raphael began to speak.
“You’re a good person…” His head was downcast and his words were mumbled into his chest but she heard every word, feeling relieved and giddy over his response.
“A compliment? I’m flattered,” Y/n teased, she wasn’t sure how to take his compliment but there was something in the way that he said that gave her butterflies. He set an ornery gaze on her before he looked towards her kitchen then pulled out his phone. With a heavy sigh, she knew, they both did. It was time for goodbyes. Handing her back the wet towel he said,
“It’s late—,” He knew, they both knew, but he knew what he was doing. Stalling. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye just yet but he would never admit it. This woman had been welcoming, caring, honest and one hell of a fun person to watch UFC fights with. This was not how he pictured his night out would go and if he was honest…he loved every second of it. But, this is Raphael, he’ll never admit, to anyone, that he was enamored by the beauty he saved tonight. Despite only knowing her for a few hours, he was contemplating getting lost in her friendship, doing what he needed to keep her in his life. Because when she said, ‘I’ve felt more like myself with you then I have in over four years,’ yeah…he felt that shit, swam in it and then drowned with the truth. It was the same for him.
“Yeah, I guess it is,” she stood with a yawn, her arms stretching up above her head and he couldn’t help but follow the hem that rose to show the exposed flesh of her belly. Was that a belly ring? Shaking his head, he made his way towards the fire escape and sensed she was right behind him. He stopped when he stood out on the slick, rusted landing as she gripped the door frame. He wanted to believe that she was giving him a look, but that wasn’t possible. Oh, if only he knew the truth. Y/n was most definitely giving him a look, because how can someone so unique look so god damn sexy in the moonlit rain.
“I’d like to see you again…if you’d like to see me…” Y/n was feeling jittery again, butterflies fluttered in her belly. It had been so long since she talked with someone who she connected with or was attracted too. She internally groaned and racked it up to being a sexually frustrated twenty-six year old who was incredibly grateful to the man who saved her life more than once tonight.
“Yeah…I would,” Way to go moron, can ya sound any more desperate? She probably just pity’s you… His torrential, negative thoughts spiral until he feels pressure against his chest.
“Um, can I give you my number?” Y/n facepalmed, gawd! She felt like a school girl virgin confessing her crush. She watched as Raphael hesitated before handing her his phone and then she heard him say,
“Your phone is broke.”
“I have two numbers. I have the home phone and I will pick up another phone tomorrow during my lunch break.” Her thumbs raced over the keypad and he watched as she selected which number was her cell and which one was her home phone. He never thought that people would have more than one phone but he could see how it was useful.
“Here ya go, don’t be a stranger,” he liked the way she laughed, it was deeper than April’s and it made something in his belly tingle. Ugh that was cheesy you fucking cheeseball.
Once the phone was back in his grasp and deposited into his pocket, she lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as best as she could despite the height difference. Her arms locked, hands grasping at elbows to hold him as close as she could. She had done so well but she felt overly emotional about saying goodbye to him. A single tear dropped down her face and seeped into the sensitive flesh of the drip between his neck and shoulder. He felt everything all at once. The way her body pressed against his, her jaw flexing as she ground her teeth together to stop from crying (he knows that move a bit more than he’d like to admit.) If she was anything like him, she’d probably just blame it on the rain but he knew better. One of her bright red slippers fell off mid lunge as she suctioned to his body. He didn’t know what to do, so he took his younger brother’s advice and ‘go with the flow my bro!’ Wrapping his arms around her tight, he was going to welcome any touch she allowed. She squeezed him tighter and he felt a smile spread across her face, the simple move helped him relax into her embrace. The faint smell of her strawberry shampoo and a deeper scent that was just her drowned his senses. He could feel how soft she was and he was scared with how much he didn’t want to let her go but as it started to rain harder, he knew he didn’t belong with her. It was the cold, hard truth. This wasn’t real, she wasn’t his and taking advantage of her kindness was not how his father had raised him. He needed space put between them but he felt her whole body shudder again. That’s enough, set her down and go before you do something stupid. He growled to himself but she must have sensed his discomfort because her body shifted. He let her go, setting her back down yet her skin never left his. Her fingers fell from his shoulders, caressed his bicep, over the dip of his elbow and trailed over the muscles in his forearm before stopping to hold one large finger of his three-pronged hand. That touch alone was embedded into his skin forever. He’d never forget the feeling for years to come and he knew he was irrevocably fucked.
“Goodnight Raphael,” Her e/c sparkled, her cheeks flush as she craned to look up at him. He was at least 6’6” which was overwhelming to her 5’3” frame.
“G’night Y/n.” She watched as he scaled the side of her building, her eyes never leaving until he disappeared onto her rooftop. Something kept her there on the rail looking up despite the rain and she was so thankful that she did. She suddenly watched as a black shadow jumped, twisted and rolled onto the neighboring rooftop above her. As his form disappeared she swore she heard a loud holler that downed out the street noise. Laughing at his adorable antics, she fell back into her apartment, muffled laughter filled her as she closed the balcony door and drew the curtains. She never dreamed about being so thankful for being mugged in the creepy alley’s of New York City.
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Should I continue or leave you to your imagination? Yes
heyyyy. so i was wondering if you can do a oneshot of raphael (2014 version) and reader and she bought a playboy bunny costume for halloween and she gets his reaction. thank you :)❤️
I gotchu bb<3 @a-lil-pr1ncess
‼️Slight NSFW‼️
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• this is perfect! You finally got your hands on a costume you’ve been dying to buy!
• a playboy bunny outfit!
• you immediately ran inside and unboxed the outfit, getting a good look at it before eagerly taking your clothes off to try it on
• as you put it on ,you adjusted parts of it until you were sure it was on perfectly
• you turned to your body length mirror and looked at yourself
• you felt beautiful, sexy even
• the outfit hugged your body in all the right ways
• the accessories match perfectly and put the entire look together
• you fixed your hair and bit your bottom lip, reaching for your phone
• you snapped a few photos because cmon who wouldn’t?
• you slid out of the app and looked at your Home Screen, it was a photo of you and Raphael
• that suddenly sparked an idea into your mind
• “I wonder what he would think of my outfit..”
• that’s all your mind was going to which caused a grin to slowly creep it’s way onto your lips
• you opened your chat with the red masked turtle and shot a text
• ‘hey wanna come over for a bit?’
• you lowered your hand holding the device and looked at yourself in the mirror again before you felt your phone vibrate
• ‘be there in 10 i gotta finish up my training’
• perfect! Should I do some makeup? Maybe something light
• you unlocked your window for the turtle before going to your dresser
• you grabbed your makeup bag and ran to the bathroom, closing the door quickly
• you didn’t apply too much as raph would be here anytime soon but the makeup was enough to add a nice touch to the look
• you looked at your phone and saw that Raph should be here by now
• you quickly cleared up any mess you’ve made and right as you were done you heard footsteps in your bedroom
• “Y/N? Where are ya?”
• okay he’s here, play it cool Y/N you’ve got this..
• you opened the bathroom door and slowly walked into the bedroom
• “Hey” you greeted cooly
• Raph would turn around and immediately widen his eyes, being completely thrown off
• “hey..” was all that he could let out
• “do you like it? I bought it recently and I decided to try it on!”
• Raph couldn’t speak, he was astonished at how beautiful yet sexy you look in the costume
• his eyes travelled all over your body, from the stockings to the cute little bunny ears on your head
• then to your oh so gorgeous face
• you were absolutely breathtaking
• why does his shell feel like it’s tightening?
• “yeah..yeah I like it..” he managed to mumble out, slowly making his way towards you
• you didn’t do anything, wanting to see what his next move will be
• Raph stood right in front you as he was towering over you
• he gave you this look as if he wanted permission to do whatever he was planning
• “can I?..”
• you nod with a soft smile on your lips
• his large hands would slowly holds your hips before gently running along your body
• god this costume hugged your body perfectly..it clashed so well with your complexion
• one hand stopped at your upper thigh while the other inspected the bunny ears gently
• “did ya buy this for any specific reason?” He would question
• you smiled wider “I’ve always had thoughts on buying it to wear for Halloween..I thought you’d like it..”
• fuck the sudden change of tone in your voice sent a warm feeling through his body
• “yeah?..Well yer right about me likin it..” Raph squeezed your thigh gently and bit his bottom lip
• you bit your bottom lip and glanced down at the hand running along your thigh and squeezing it
• “I think you like it a little too much” you teased with a grin, running your hands up his plastron gently
• before you know it, Raph lifted you up and gently laid you on the bed
• he smirked to himself and looked down at your beautiful form below him
• he ran his hands along your body once again
• “oh I’ll show ya how much I like it..” he mumbles, his voice becoming more deep and raspy
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