I love your writing so much and how you write the turtle just ugh ♥️ So I’ve been in my very angsty mood lately so I’m thinking of Raphael x F!reader? If you don’t mind?
The reader is a anti-hero type of character doesn’t feel like a good influence on Raph who is more of the hero type. Especially since his family are against the relationship because of the reader’s morals so they have her second guessing herself. Raphael disagrees with his family and is a stubborn mofo as usual. Lmao
"Why are you running? Why is it that every time I get close to you, you take off? What are you so scared of?"
"I'm going to kiss you. Okay? Just...just let me kiss you."
Listen I’m having a heart attack at having you in my inbox because I’m a HUGE HUGE fan of yours and like yeah, no pressure, I’m fine, I’m alright,
Rated Mature (suggestive themes)
There were many instances where you could feel Leo burning a hole through the back of your head, the grimace he sported the second he could spot you out on the open was enough to make your eyes roll. You knew having him be anything but pissy wasn’t going to be an option when Raph had told you about him.
The tallest one wasn’t any different, he was subtle sure but you’ve changed enough cellphones in 3 months just paranoid over being tapped. He observed, calculated, probably thought up of ways of his own to sabotage.
The youngest seemed stuck between feeling joy for his older brother but the worry was there, the second guessing resonated in his blue eyes whenever you rode up in your motorcycle looking a little worse for wear. What had you been doing the week you’d gone radio silent? Why could he smell blood on you? Why were your knuckles so bruised?
It was natural for Raphael’s family to want to shield him, Splinter especially, it was normal that you came from the proverbial wrong side of the tracks.
But couldn’t they see?
You cared for him, deeply. Wanted him, desired him, he made the bullshit somehow fade away.
But those cold gazes, the ironic judgment they held the second Raph ran off towards you, you could picture it.
So when Raph ran, so did you.
Somehow keeping a step away to his forward steps.
Because now whenever he reached out you felt a twinge of unworthiness at his touch.
Because maybe you were as bad as they thought you were, maybe you were a bad influence, something sent to break him apart and condemn.
You wrist hurt from holding onto the throttle, the ride back into the city an all too familiar one. You could feel your phone vibrate in the inside pocket of your jacket and while could guess, you tried to ignore it.
Maybe it due time to quietly slip away, Raph was good, he was a genuinely good man who stood for what he did. Why corrupted him (were you?) why give this a death sentence? (Was it?) why hurt yourself more? (Will it hurt more when you leave?)
You pulled into the subterranean garage of the apartment building you’d taken up residence in. You walked the bike towards the spot and sighed. Your hands were shaking, vibrating from the buzzing of the night ride.
“Ya planning on just never answering?” It came from the shadows, the deep baritone you often heard in your brain at all hours of the day.
Raph stepped out of the dark corner of the garage with a tension in his shoulders that must’ve ached. Taking off your helmet and setting it on the bike, you watched from your tousled locks at a man you found peace in.
Leaving peace behind wouldn’t be easy.
“It was a busy night, came back into the city just now.” You kept your gaze adverted, anywhere where it wouldn’t hurt to see worries green eyes staring back.
“It’s been a week, kid…what’s going on?” What did I do?
Was all you could hear deep within the swallowing of his throat.
“Nothing, had a job, did the job, took longer.” You hated how dry you sounded, sandpaper words that could damage those scales of his.
When Raph took a step to greet you, touch you, you took a small one back.
When you chanced a look at him, well it was easier to eat glass than watch that look.
“Raph—“
“Why are you running? Why is it that every time I get close to you, you take off? What are you so scared of?” He was close now, a large mitt reaching for your chin, gently oh so painfully gently caressing the outline of your jaw. You looked up, eyes shaky from finding any way to let him go, to push him away.
“You know why—“
He didn’t let you finish again.
“I don’t fucking care, this is what I want, you, I want you.” He cupped your cheek, small and vulnerable against his large palm.
You drowned in the possibility of leaving him, so when you remained silent, didn’t say anything, Raph leaned down.
“I’m going to kiss you. Okay? Just…Just let me kiss you.” The need in his voice, the want so visceral it made you feel it all the same.
When Raph’s lips met yours, for those little moments you allowed yourself the luxury of greed.
Man do I miss the old days of Tumblr where I could have posted this image in its entirety.
This was a gift from @forerunnertracer and done by the lovely and amazingly talented @silentturtle
She was given freedom to choose a scene with Raphael and Immogene from Smooth Criminals. A story that @forerunnertracer and I will continue one day.
@silentturtle ALWAYS captures the feeling in the moment. I love love love the little bubbles over Immogene’s head. She’s…erm…lost in what Raphael is showing her. Making her feel how it’s supposed to be.
Everything from Immogene’s tattoos (the detail!!!), the silk robe, her clenched fists to Raphael’s shiny ass…all depict an incredible scene between the two.
Thank you, both of you for this. It made me smile and tempted me to start writing again.
Ok let’s try this one more time! Here is my commission from @silentturtle of Leonardo and my OC Aurora. The link is to my Twitter and in that post is the two NSFW pieces.
“Mun Thanks you kindly for the follow and a big welcome.” Sam nods with a smile. “Also…temper like a raging Volcano eh? I don’t know whether to find that impressive or…..no no, only impressive.” She chuckles.
Mun: I was checking you out and found you're one talented lady, art and the written word, quite impressive yourself. My heart goes out to you, I just read life hasn't been the easiest for you. You're a strong woman, I can appreciate that. I hope everything calms down for you. And thank you very much, this is all new to me so I'm a bit excited to see how I fare on here. I can tell you don't have a lot of male muns on here.
Raph: I'm still learning to control it but I have found most of you like that about me, Raph the hothead. I can't help it though, when you're this big you're bound to have a little steam built up. But thankfully ol fearless takes the brunt of it and my bench set gets the rest.
“We may have not met but I’ve seen the kindness and joy you bring to others. That’s hard to come by...So if I might be so bold to ask-Will you be my Valentine?” Donatello gave a smile to the young woman as he held her hand.
BRB I’m a smiling mess right now 💜 Thanks for sending this!!!
@silentturtle Thank you for taking this new comer’s art request. Your black and white style fits perfectly with my blog’s aesthetic. I know you are in high demand but you were very good about speaking with my mun and presented three exceptional character expressions. My brothers think the most accurate one is the one where I look annoyed but I like them all equally, and will be back for more at another time. Your fingers hold remarkable skill Miss Silent. It makes me wonder if that cleverness would draw Raph here at some point. Time will tell.
Hello and Good Evening Raphael: Kisses and nibbles right underneath the jawline and soft scratches on your body-are these turn ons or turn offs for you?
“Good evening gorgeous.” He shot the vivacious brunette a smooth grin before he continued. “From what I understand from the physiology lessons Donnie made me learn back when I still actively competing in tournaments and started training other humanoids, We share the basic trait with humans and most other bipeds in that a lot of nerve cells run lateral with our plastrons. Meaning it hurts like hell to take significant damage especially along the grooves where our organic armor isn’t as thick. Additionally the areas of our bodies in which skin meets shell is also pretty sensitive. In a fight, our adrenaline is high enough that those sensations are deadend, however, in a more private setting they are alive and well. You’re more than welcome to come check me for sensitive spots yourself if you’d like.” He winked at her teasingly.
“Kisses and nibbles along our necks and jawlines are always welcome. However, I’d like to keep a few secrets as to where exactly all those sweet spots are, Neck, Jawline, Plastrons, etc. If you want to find the X on the map, you have to work for it beautiful.”
