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Keep Ya Safe

Keep Ya Safe

Raphael x Reader

Note: Me: *has 30 requests I need to write, a play to finish, and exams to study for* Also Me: Eh, why not write something literally no one asked for. Hey guys, remember that stuffed turtle I bought way back? Yeah, so do I. Anyway, I kinda smushed a request into this one a little bit. Tried to. Anyway, fluff for my favorite hothead. I might have some Leo coming up later too, so keep your eyes peeled.

Raph. Was. So. Bored. But it was day, so he couldn’t leave the lair, and you were at school anyway so he didn’t really have anywhere to go. And so therefore, he was lifting weights, as usual. Needless to say, he wasn’t expecting to hear your voice so soon.

“Boo!” You sprang into his makeshift gym.

“(Y/N)? Don’t ya have school today?”

“Skipped.” You answered, dropping down onto the large pillow in the corner of the room. Your reading nook. Raph’s eyes widened.

“Woah, we got a badass over here.” He looked impressed.

“Kidding. Half-day. Exams.” You laughed. “I’m a goody-two-shoes. We both know that.”

“Heh, right.” He chuckled. “So what’cha doin’ here? Don’t ya got better things to do than hang out in the sewers?”

“Nah.” You shrugged. “Figured I’d pay my best friend a visit.”

“Ah.” He nodded. “Well, as you can see, not much is goin’ on down here.”

“Do you have patrol tonight?”

“Nope. Why?”

“Do you maybe want to come over to my place and watch a movie?”

“Yeah, sure. What’s on the docket tonight, shorty?”

“Hellboy.”

“What’s that about?”

“You’ll see.” You smiled innocently. “So are you in?”

“I don’t see why not.” But what he didn’t say was: I would watch paint dry if it was with you.  

***

After dark, you waited in your room for Raph’s tapping on your window. Soon enough, he arrived and lumbered inside the window that was just barely big enough for the massive muscular turtle.

“(Y/N), ya here?”

“In the kitchen making popcorn!” You called. “Stay in there I’ll be out in a minute!”

“All right.” He looked around your room. Everything was set up, the movie’s menu playing on the screen. He sat down on your bed, causing it to creak beneath his weight. It was then that he noticed something sitting there. It was a medium-sized stuffed turtle. But that wasn’t all. It had a red bandana tied around its eyes. Raph’s cheeks suddenly matched his mask. He held it in his large hands, still not able to believe this was something that was sitting on your bed. Something you…slept with.

And in that instant, he imagined you, curled up in your sleep. Curled up in his huge arms. He pictured the sleepy breaths and quiet mumbles, and he wanted nothing more than to hold you against his plastron, to bury his face in your soft skin and kiss away all of your troubles.

He was in love with you.

Shit, why hadn’t he realized it sooner? You had been in front of him all along, and he had never…he had never felt this way. No, maybe he had. The days you wore your red t-shirt or the turtle charm that sometimes dangled around your neck. He liked to imagine you were his. He wished you were.

He wanted to hold your hand and hold you close, and God, he wanted to kiss your lips. Your soft human lips. Usually when he looked at his reflection, he could never imagine anyone loving him. He could never imagine anyone calling him theirs. But this turtle had changed everything, his entire outlook on love had shifted after spending two minutes in your room.

You opened the door, a large bowl of popcorn tucked under your arm and your hair pulled up into a messy bun. You weren’t wearing make-up, but you had never looked more gorgeous.

“What’s this?” he couldn’t stop the words from falling out of his mouth. Now your face was red.

“Oh, um, that’s my…um…” you sighed. “He just makes me feel safe, you know, when I’m asleep.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” You replied.

“So…” a ghost of a smile pulled at his scarred lips. “I make ya feel safe.”

“Yes.” You nodded and awkwardly walked over to the bed. “You do.”

“What are ya scared of?” he asked quietly as you sat down beside him. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Losing you.” You mumbled.

“What?”

“Losing you.” Your whisper was slightly louder this time.

“I ain’t goin’ anywhere. I promise.” His giant green finger turned your chin to face him. His eyes were soft and earnest. “Listen, I uh…” his heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest and run down the street. “I might be all rough on the outside, but uh, ya make me wanna be soft…for ya. And I just wanna protect ya. Because you’re so small and I’m so big, and if anything ever hurt ya…I don’t know what I’d do.”

There was a long silence. You stared at him for a long time, trying to find the words.

“I know that’s a lot to dump on ya. I’m sorry, I know you probably…I’m a turtle and you’re…I’m sorry I’ll just-”

“I love you.” You blurted, heart racing. “I don’t know for how long I have, but I do. A lot. I can’t explain it. You just make everything feel right. You make me feel safe.” You poked the plushie. “Even if it’s just this.”

“You don’t need it to keep ya safe. Not anymore. I’ll, uh…I’ll keep ya safe. I promise.” There was a long moment of silence. Raph slowly reached out, pulling you into his arms and onto his lap. You curled into his plastron and exhaled a huge sigh of relief. “So…what’s the movie about?”

“A big rough red guy who falls in love with a human girl.” You replied quietly. Raph chuckled.

“Let me guess, that was your back-up plan?”

“You could say that, yeah.”

“Well it woulda worked.” He kissed your forehead.

“Noted.” And with that, you pressed play.

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Opposites Attract

Raphael x Reader

Author: Admin Mo

Summary: You and Raph are different. So different that he doubts something between the two of you could ever work…

Note: After a brief (it wasn’t brief) stint as a Leo girl, I am now back to my Raphael girl roots.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.5k

Raph wasn’t sure why he had such a big crush on you. He saw himself as someone who should be into the more athletic girls, super muscular girls, or, at the very least someone whose sarcasm rivaled his own. Instead, he found himself crushing on the quiet, mousy girl who mostly kept to herself.

The differences were innumerable. For starters, you read books for fun, you cared about school a lot, you drank tea and you were really good at chess (you’d given Donnie a run for his money). Meanwhile, Raph was…well, he was a 6’5” giant talking mutant turtle who hardly did anything aside from lifting weights.

You hung out in Raph’s workout area from time to time. You claimed the rhythm of his weights clinking helped you focus, but he liked to think that maybe, maybe you had feelings for him, too.

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TARTARUGA brothers!!!　///　2016.09.25

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How can this be the same turtle… And Mikey’s face is also priceless lol

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Why is he sooooo beautiful?? 🥰🥰🥰

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Raphael from the new movie

I love this big teddy bear, he is sooo fleshy I want to squeeze him all over, and he would snap me like a twig *snort*

Originally I had other plans with this pic, maybe later~ *snicker*

Thank you for everyone who commented at my pics :) you guys are awesome~

You can use my pics if you want just don’t remove my name from it and pretend it’s yours.

(sry for my english blabla)

here is two horrible person :) I can only recommend them ;

donnies-pop-tart and zanleyangelspit

They’re filling my dashboard full of fun facts and perverts things about TMNT *snort* ‘horribly awesome duo’

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It's been a while since I drew my boy Usagi <3

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Random stuff made at 2 am when I should be working on something else... or sleeping for that matter...

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i will BEG YOU ON MY KNEES FOR LITERALLY ANYTHING YOU COULD POSSIBLY THINK OF FOR 2007 RAPH he just makes me so HAHWKAHAKEVBS

This time I came up with something simpler and softer, I hope it's okay :)

Summary: Raph is mustering the courage to confess his feelings, but nothing goes as he plans after your birthday party.

MDNI / Raph is 26, and so is reader/fluff/ post 2007! movie

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"Get a room, you two." 

Donatello rolled his eyes, turning back to the computer. Raphael glared at him, on the brink of delivering a witty retort, yet he stopped upon sensing your hand on his shoulder. You shrugged it off before shooting him a wink.

"No, no, he's got a point. Let's move to your room," you delivered with a knowing look.

Raph grinned, letting out a mischievous chuckle. He thoroughly enjoyed it when you teamed up to playfully taunt his brothers.

"Yeah? I don't know, maybe we won't be able to keep it down if we go," he quipped, infusing a flirtatious tone to his words.

Donatello growled low at the cringe-inducing sensation creeping up his neck. This happened quite frequently. You and Raph would giggle while snuggling on the couch. Some times you were in his lap, some others he laid his head on your legs while you massaged his head or played with the red bandana.

You shared many things together: meals, phone calls, your apartment (especially when he and Leo fought—hell, he even allowed you to use his bike!), and when you weren't teasing each other, you were playfully flirting. Although, at times, it seemed too genuine to be lighthearted. At least in Donatello’s opinion. 

He did his best to ignore both of you and once you left, he and the others started blitzing Raph with numerous questions. Why do you always act like that? Raph, do you like them? Are you secretly dating or something? Raph, have you asked them out yet? 

“Relax, we’re just messing around,” he deflected. 

"You must be careful with your words, Raphael," Splinter said. "Sometimes we dismiss what we think could tear our hearts apart, but that doesn't mean it'll go away, and if you let it linger there for too long, one day you may come to regret it.”

That struck a chord in him.

"I'm old enough to discern my feelings, thank you," Raphael snapped.

Now, one would have thought that after such a sharp response, Raph would not have dwelled on the matter any further. Yet, much to his annoyance, those queries circled in his head all week—a week during which he continued hanging out with you as usual. The only difference was that now he couldn't shake this tingle from his chest.

Perhaps it's always been there, he thought. Maybe he just hadn't allowed himself to acknowledge it.

Do you like them?

You smiled at him at that very moment, and he knew. The realization hit him like a goddamn train at maximum speed. He had feelings for you. Real feelings. Romantic feelings.

Fuck.

Never in a million years would you feel the same about him; he knew it. And even if you did, he was a mutant living in the sewers. What could he possibly offer you? You know, besides always protecting you and taking care of you. Would you be okay just with that? Would it— would he be enough for you?

****

“I think they like you back,” Casey asserted, shooting a smile at Raph. “Just ask them out.”

They found themselves on the rooftop of Casey's shared apartment with April. It was their habitual pullout, a place to unwind for a couple of hours after their patrol shift, when the night was too bright to head home.

Casey swung his bat absentmindedly through the air, while Raph sat with his legs hanging from the building, watching the hasty lights of various cars speeding below.

“I don’t know. What if they don’t? I don’t wanna risk what we have.”

"Raph, trust me, they like you back. Besides, you both look like a married couple already! Like, that fight over the cookies the other day? Come on,” Casey chuckled at the memory.

Raphael scratched the back of his head, trying to tone down the heat creeping up his neck. Yeah, maybe you did look like a married couple.

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After pondering it for a few weeks, Raphael made up his mind to speak from his heart. He gathered the courage to talk to you and confess his feelings. Not tonight, though. Tonight was your birthday, and you both agreed to hang out after your small party at the lair.

He made sure you had a pleasant evening and gifted you a pretty handmade bracelet. After the song and the cake that Mikey lovingly baked, you both headed to your apartment for a movie.

Now he found himself in your bed, right next to you, and God, you looked beautiful. Who could concentrate on the TV with such a sight beside it? Certainly not Raph. He stared for so long that it didn’t take much time for you to notice.

“Is something wrong, babe?” You asked.

Babe

You’ve never called him that before, not even during fake-flirting. His heart rate pitched inside his plastron. Warmth flushed his cheeks. Damn. He turned quickly, trying to swallow the butterflies in his stomach. 

“Nah, just watch the movie,” he mumbled. 

“I was, you were the one staring at me,” you noted. 

“No I wasn’t” 

“Hmm, I positively think you were.”

“Well, what if I was?” he retorted.

You grimaced at the sudden harsh, low-key annoyed tone. Something felt off, and judging by his behavior over the past week, you already knew what it was. Grinning, you asked:

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

Raphael turned back to you, his heart beating faster now, a tingling sensation in his hands. Your gaze was flirty, but not as playful this time.

“You know I do,” he said simply. 

Damn, this was much easier when he hadn’t realized he had a crush on you.

“I think you’re really good looking too.” 

“I know,” Raph smirked, trying his best to play it cool. 

You snorted, turning completely towards him. Stretching your hand out, you ran your fingertips over the bracelet.

“This was incredibly thoughtful, you know? I love it. But you know what would be an even greater birthday present?”

“What?” He prompted.

“If you said this was our first date.” 

All doubts, nervousness, and his plans of awkwardly confessing were thrown out the window with that single phrase. His smile this time was wide, his gaze radiant with satisfaction and confidence.

"It is," he placed his hand over yours, his hold impossibly tender. "At least to us. The whole crew is convinced we're already dating," he said casually, suddenly unable to stop smiling.

“Yeah, I know. The other day your father asked me some things…”

Raphael gasped, horrified. “What did he ask you?!”

You chortled at the expression he made. Man, this was about to become the best birthday night ever.

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So, I heard this audio and this came out XD Just a fun silly short, one of the many in the make.

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Original audio:

@cullenriley TikTok - i was 100% straight when i walked in

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Them eyes in my style

Haha it’s been a while size I draw them all 4 turtles, But now here i am.

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if you take my pulse (raphael x gender neutral!reader, tmnt)

It’s not like Raphael is avoiding you.

Just because he’d dropped his knitting needles in the middle of the room and practically ran into the dojo the moment he’d heard your voice doesn’t mean anything. He’d just wanted to work out. He wasn’t hiding from you.

And even if he was, it’s not like it’s actually working. He can still hear you, the low cadence of your voice drifting into the dojo like his favorite song. Not even the familiar strain of the dumbbells pulling at his muscles can distract him from that. 

What else is he supposed to do, though? Go out there and pretend that everything’s fine? That he doesn’t feel huge and clumsy and nervous around you, constantly worried about saying the wrong thing?

It’s dumb. He’s dumb, acting like this, scuttling from the room every time you enter and burning from the inside out whenever you get too close. And what’s worse, everybody else has noticed - Splinter, his brothers, April, even Casey fucking Jones. Everyone but you. 

He knows it’s only a matter of time, though. You’re gonna notice, you’re gonna know, and then what? What the hell was he supposed to do, then?!

“Raph?”

He doesn’t yelp, but he does drop the dumbbell, only managing to yank his toes out of the way by a stroke of sheer luck.

“Shit, sorry!” You’re standing in the doorway to the dojo, a hand pressed to your chest and an apologetic expression on your face. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Ya didn’t!” You did, but Raph’s not about to admit that. “I just - “ His brain works overtime to come up with some excuse that will grant him an easy escape from your soft gaze, his heart climbing into his throat at the sight of your easy smile. “I forgot it was my turn to patrol, that’s all, so I should really go and… do that.” He shoots to his feet, shoulders twinging at the pull of well-worked muscles, and tries to flee while he has the chance. 

He’s careful not to inadvertently brush against you on his way out, ready to blow out a breath of relief when he manages the task with nothing more than a lungful of your scent and the sensation of his heart somersaulting into his throat, when your voice stops him in his tracks.

“Would you mind some company?”

If you weren’t already in earshot, Raphael would have cursed. You were the last person he needed to be around right now.

He turns to face you. It would be easy to say no, to brush you off with some flippant excuse about patrol being too dangerous, but then he gets a good look at your face.

You’re not an idiot. You’ve noticed that things have been tense between you for the past couple weeks - he’s caught the glances you’ve sent him, the worried furrow of your brows and the confusion in your voice whenever he’s brushed you off. You look worried now - worried and hurt, damn it - but you’re trying hard not to show it.

Raph holds back a sigh. He’d never meant for his avoidance to hurt you, but it was clear that it had. 

“Might be boring,” he warns you, but the invitation is clear in his voice and the smile it nets him makes the brash turtle forget why he’d been trying so hard to avoid you in the first place.

“Boring? With you? Never.” His heart flips at your words, his cheeks running hot beneath the warmth of your gaze.

“C’mon then,” he mutters gruffly, struggling valiantly to ignore the quake in his stomach as you fall into step behind him.

It’s harder to ignore the looks on his brothers’ faces as he stomps through the lair with you shadowing his footsteps.

“Goin’ on patrol,” he grunts, ignoring Mikey’s playful smirk and the thumbs up he shoots his red-banded brother when your back is turned.

It’s harder to ignore Donnie’s voice trailing after you both, his confused, “But I already checked my security feeds! There’s nothing - “ interrupted by a pointed cough from Leo. 

“I’ll be back by sunrise!” Raph barks, inwardly wincing at how fucking obvious he is and marveling at how the object of all his turmoil doesn’t even seem to notice.

Your walk through the sewers is a silent one, awkward with growing tension despite Raphael’s attempts to ignore it. He can feel the weight of your gaze on the back of his head, his skin prickling with it, and though he keeps bracing for your voice to pierce the silence, it never does. You seem content to walk along behind him without saying a word, and somehow that makes Raphael sweat more.

He’s grateful to reach a manhole cover and even more grateful to feel the crisp night air against his skin when he wriggles it loose. Raphael leaps onto the deserted street above, filling his lungs with the familiar scents of asphalt and smog, and feels centered enough to offer you a helping hand without his heart going haywire.

You slip your palm against his with a small curl of your lips, your skin warm, fingers dwarfed by his own. All humans tended to be smaller in comparison to him and his brothers, but it never fails to hit him how truly large he is - how small you are - when you’re standing before him, neck craned to peer into his face.

It makes him want to tuck you away, shield you from the world and all the dangers he knows are in it, protect you, even as he sees those thoughts for the ridiculous feats of whimsy that they are. They filter to the forefront of his mind, anyway, drying out his throat and leaving behind a dull ache in the center of his chest, and he turns his face away from yours in a futile attempt to disperse them, using the momentary lull between you to search for the quickest access to the roofs above and settling on a nearby fire escape as your goal. 

It would be easier to carry you in his arms, but that would also give you a front row seat to the turmoil on his face, and so Raphael kneels on the cold concrete and gestures for you to hop up onto his shell.

Even with an extra barrier between you, it’s impossible to ignore your warmth as you clamber onto his back, and link your arms loosely around his neck. 

“Let me know if I’m squeezing too tight,” you tell him, your voice soft. Your scent is overwhelming now, tinged with rainwater from the storm that had hit earlier that day, and Raphael struggles not to breathe too much of it in as he launches himself up the fire escape. 

The wind buffeting against his body as he leaps from rooftop to rooftop fails to muffle your soft gasps and the rush of your breath against his throat, leaving Raphael feeling like his nerves have been struck alight. Your weight barely registers against his shell but he can still smell you, remnants of rainwater and smog doing little to dampen the scent that he’s come to associate as purely your own, light and tinged with the faintest traces of the soap you use. 

His heartbeat echoes dully in his ears as a warm flush settles in his cheeks. Raphael grits his teeth against the rush of sensation and muffles a curse as he nearly stumbles onto the next rooftop, his knees locking to prevent you from tumbling over his shell to the cold concrete below.

“We’ll take a break here,” he blurts, his voice suspiciously high-pitched. 

“That never gets old,” you laugh breathlessly, not seeming to notice, and slip from his shell with a rustle of clothing and the thud of your sneakers on concrete. Without thinking, Raphael reaches out a hand to steady you - you’re always a little wobbly after one of them carts you around on their shell. You smile in thanks, fingers chilled beneath his, and before the brash turtle can stop himself, he rubs his thumb along your cold knuckles, trying to work some warmth into them. 

It takes him a moment to realize what he’s doing, but once he does, Raphael tears his hand away from yours, mumbling a stilted apology and fleeing to the edge of the roof. His breath sits heavy in his lungs, his fingers curling into fists in a vain attempt to drive the sensation of your skin from his. His heartbeat drums in his ears, loud enough that he doesn’t notice the thud of your footsteps until you’re close enough for your voice to break through the cacophony of his own spiraling thoughts.

“Did I… do something?” Your voice comes out quiet, hesitant, and Raph nearly curses. He’s hurt you - he keeps hurting you - and avoidance isn’t gonna help him this time. There’s nowhere to go, no excuses that would chase that look of hurt from your face. He needs to stop running. 

“It’s not you,” he grits out, slumping against the edge of the roof and hanging his head. He’s afraid to see the look on your face when he finally comes clean. “I’m just so - so nervous around ya.”

“Raph.”

Raph hears the catch of your breath around his name and plows on, knowing that if he stops now he’ll never get the rest of it out. 

“It’s like I can’t speak right or walk straight or act normal when you’re around,” he continues, and this feels like the most he’s talked in your presence in weeks. His mouth already feels dry. “Like I’m dizzy and warm and mushmouthed.”

“Raph.” There’s an urgency to your tone that hadn’t been there before, but Raphael merely shakes his head and pushes on, gaze boring into the concrete between your feet.

“My palms get sweaty and my heart starts drummin’ and I can’t think, and none of it is your fault, ya hear me? It’s jus’ me, and I’m sorry - “

“Raphael.”

Raph’s jaw snaps closed - not at the sound of your voice, but at the feeling of your hands wrapping around his and tugging them to you, your fingers - so much smaller than his - winding carefully through his.

“You’re shaking,” you tell him gently, and now that his attention has been drawn to it he can see that you’re right. His fingers tremble around yours, twitching fitfully within your hold, but as Raph works to chase the dryness from his mouth, he notices something that gives him pause. 

The fingers twined through his are trembling, too. 

“You’re shakin’,” he murmurs, surprised, and you laugh, your lips trembling around a smile. 

“Well, yeah,” you say, squeezing at his fingers. “Didn’t you know? You make me nervous, too.”

Raph doesn’t need to ask what you mean, not with your hands clasped with his and the warmth radiating from the depths of your eyes. Not with that tinge of cautious hope on your face. Raph’s worn that look on his own face a lot recently, and always around you. He knows what it means.

“What - ?” he murmurs, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “What do we do now?”

You take a step toward him, closing the distance between you. “Could I kiss you?” Your throat clicks around the words, your fingers twitching against his. Raph has never seen you so nervous, and the proof of it - proof that he isn’t the only one feeling this way - is enough to calm him.

Well, to a point.

“Yeah,” he blurts out, noticeably louder than everything else he’s said tonight. Warmth pools in his cheeks and Raph coughs, mumbling, “I mean. Yeah. Yes.”

Your smile is enough to drive away most of his embarrassment, and Raph waits with bated breath as you drift closer, your thighs bumping against his knees and your hands easing free of his own to curl around his cheeks instead.

It’s the closest you’ve ever been, and Raphael’s pulse skyrockets as your eyes slip closed and your lips purse. He doesn’t know what to do with his face or his hands or his thoughts, suddenly, and in a fit of panic he slams his eyes shut just as your face begins to blur before him.

And then -

Warmth. Softness. Your thumb trails just beneath his bandana, catching against the fabric, and Raphael makes a noise - unbidden, uninhibited, and utterly embarrassing - as you tilt your head and turn the kiss into something deeper. Hotter.

Electricity zings through his body as though he’s just touched a livewire, his fingers twitching against his knees before he finds himself wanting to - needing to - do something with them. Something like touching you. 

You hum as his palms settle on your hips, fingers catching on the hem of your coat. The sound goes straight to Raphael’s gut, his stomach shrinking into a tight, hot knot as your mouth parts against his, and unable to help himself, the red-banded turtle wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you against him.

You stumble at the abrupt movement, but only allow Raph to get out a breathless, “Sorry - “ before you’re surging forward and catching his mouth in another hungry kiss. He laughs against your lips, insomuch as he’s able to with your tongue in his mouth, and feels your chest shake against his own as you laugh along with him. Even as the kiss breaks, impossible to continue with the both of you snickering against each other’s mouths, you don’t go far, your arms wrapping around Raph’s shoulders and your cheek falling to rest against his throat.

“You could have just talked to me, you know,” you mumble.

Raph’s chin settles against your shoulder, his arms gently squeezing at your waist. “I know,” he admits, chastened. “I was just - “

“Nervous,” you finish, and Raphael chuckles.

“Yeah. Exactly.”

“And now?” Your lips purse against his throat, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there, and that electricity surges through Raph’s blood again. “Still nervous?”

He grins against your cheek and steals his own kiss, fleeting but firm against your fluttering pulse. “Always.”

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Imagine you’re hanging by Donnie’s workstation, the humming of his computer mixing with the music playing in the backgroud from a semi-shitty radio. Hearing him tap on his keyboard is strangely soothing~