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waterstar2016 · 2 years ago

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This is for @tmnt-tychou Valentine’s Day prompt.

Immogene and Raphael

1. In which TMNT universe does your pairing exist?

Bayverse, but years later. The turtles are now a Spec Ops unit of the NYPD. They are in they early 40’s and late 30’s. Mutants are more common but tend to keep a very low profile.

2. Introduce us to your OTP.

Immogene (pronounced Imogen) or Gen Waters - She is 42 years old (in this universe), although her age varies depending on the RP or story I have her in. 5’11” and curvy (Ashley Graham is who I use for her body type). Long wavy curly red mahogany hair, tattoos that cover more than half of the left hand side of her body disguise the scarring she has. Her eyes are emerald green and she has fair skin. Within her genes is the blood of an ancient race, known as the Amazons.

Immogene is known for her wit and sometimes sharp tongue. Her skill with a bow and arrow is unparalleled. She is an artist and likes to work on her motorcycle. Kind and softhearted, though she guards her heart fiercely, Immogene has few that are close. Her personality is a mix of class and sass. Some nick names that she’s earned over the years (from various Raphael’s) are: Firecracker, Tiger, Princess (Raphael is the only one to call her that), Iron Butterfly and Candy Apple Vixen. She can be fierce when pushed or when needed. She’s not necessarily empathetic but she picks up on feelings easily. Immogene is often referred to as a badass, feisty and a sweetheart.

*Side Note - I have been often asked if I created an OC that would match Raphael. This question, rather than irritate me, makes me smile. Immogene is me, with very few differences. I choose to have her as an OC to keep my fantasies separate from my reality. In truth, when I first wrote my story, I was attracted to both Leo’s and Raph’s personalities. But, the more I played with them, the more I started leaning towards Raphael. I’ve RP’d with many ‘Raph’s’ over the years and I honestly feel the greatest connection with the Brute. So, rather than me ‘creating’ someone for him, he is actually…the perfect match for me (I’d like to add I support all ships). When this question pops up…I honestly take it as the highest compliment.

Raphael Hamato - He is 40 years old. 6’9, extremely muscular and large with it. His left arm is covered in a sleeve which depicts traditional Japanese imagery. Although he still has his famous temper, he’s learned to use it and fine tuned himself. Raphael is the rogue of the four. He occasionally takes missions with his brothers, but often seeks the ones that no one else wants to do. His brothers never know when he’ll show up for family dinners. He was the last of his brothers to take a mate.

3. How did they meet?

Oruko Saki in this universe is a billionaire tycoon. His alter ego (The Shredder), reigns in terror over the citizens of NYC. He is a collector of fine arts and priceless artifacts.

Seeing the art of Immogene Waters, he decided he had to have it…and the artist herself. Saki arranged to be an anonymous benefactor of her art to get her to NYC.

On the night of the attempted kidnapping Raphael happened to be in the neighbourhood and rescued her. At the time he had been impressed with the fight the woman had put up against the fiend. Although, she hadn’t left the scene unscathed.

Raphael made the decision to bring her back to the ‘lair’, which was now an entire apartment building complex where all the brothers lived. His decision had surprised everyone, including himself. There was something about those green eyes of hers.

Of course, the first time she saw him she startled, but reasoning took over and she realized this behemoth had rescued her.

Through happenstance and an unusual like for each others company, they got to know each other. Raphael discovered she somehow had a calming influence on him. All she had to do was walk into the room and his shoulders would visibly relax. She also had a tendency to challenge him with that tongue of hers. There was also the no end to his amusement with how she stood up to him.

Immogene found someone who accepted her. Who naturally understood her. His actions speaking louder than words. Underneath this brutish figure was a large heart. She, bit by bit softened towards him, letting him past the protection she had around her heart.

4. How is the relationship now?

Immogene and Raphael have an unbreakable bond. They banter together and get so much enjoyment out of it. She’s soft where he’s hard. They have similar dispositions but in ways that balance each other. Nothing soothes him like the way she says his name or when she caresses his jaw.

She’s never felt as safe as she does in his arms. A look from across the room between them speaks volumes. Raphael has always teetered on the edge of going one step too far. It’s what makes him so effective. Immogene keeps him on the side of good. With him, she has found her home. He his her home for a piece of her heart lives within his and vice versa for him. It’s the reason why I chose the image I did. Water and fire. When they meet it’s a blending of the two elements, unless it’s in the bedroom. Then the reaction more…explosive.

6. Do they get married or have any kids?

For the first part of the question, yes, they do eventually get married. It’s a private ceremony between the two of them. For the second part, I will say no, but will not reveal the reason why. There is the chance that this answer could come out in an RP I have, and I’m saving it for that.

7. What is your favorite thing about this pairing? Gush as much as you want!!!

Oh boy. Gushing. Here it comes. I love every single damn thing about this pairing. The way they fit together, the love they have for each other. How they crave each others touch. The way each says the others name. The passion they share. Good grief. *fans self*

The way they tease each other *grins*. They both get so much enjoyment out of it. In a way…it’s a subtle, or not so subtle (depending on who else is in the room), of flirting or even foreplay.

The both of them are unabashedly themselves, with each other they’ve found that one that gets and accepts them exactly the way they are. To this day, it still surprises Raphael that no matter what level of rage he’s in, a look, a touch or her even just softly saying his name can remove that red haze.

Raphael removed the shadows from her eyes. And the thing was, he did without really trying. He was being himself. It just happened to be everything she needed, Brute and all.

Raphael and Immogene. Two souls collided and did not become one, but a blend of the two. Although they are separate…it can be seen that they are intertwined so thoroughly, it would be impossible to untangle them.

#TMNTVDAY #raphael and Immogene #gen and raph

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waterstar2016 · 2 years ago

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Not an ask. I just wanted to tell you about this song I found recently that reminded me of your OC, Immogen. 😊

"Savage" by Bahari ❤️

I’d definitely say there is some Smooth Criminals Immogene vibes in this song.

Immogene is fiery, feisty, sassy and classy. But…she has the softest heart.

Smooth Criminals is a bit of a different side of Immogene. The story is helping me play with a darker aspect of her personality (having hella fun doing it as well, lol).

Unless she’s a mob princess or fighting The Foot, the sharpest side you’ll see of her, is her tongue. (She loves the banter she has with Raphael)

I love that you sent this. ❤️ Thank you.

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#submission #SC!Immogene vibes #savage

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waterstar2016 · 4 years ago

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Immogene took a deep breath before blowing it out, her lips vibrating a little and resisted rolling her eyes. She knew he wanted more and hell, so did she. They were not even close to being done with one another. It was the kiss to her forehead that had a soft sound leaving her lips. He was right. There was more coming and they both were enjoying the ride getting there. Then she shook her head and her lip quirked. “Well...that was good, for a starter. I think I can admit you whetted my appetite.” A deep chuckle sounded in his chest as she sat there smirking.

Lifting her hand once more she slid her palm over his strong jaw before standing up. She then huffed a laugh as she realized she would definitely be feeling this nights activities in the morning. Grabbing a towel she wrapped it around her body. “I’ll never look at a water balloon the same way.” She said with a smile. The Brute stood and admired her curves under the towel. She definitely gave him something to hold onto.

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Immogene walked into the room. Spotting the brutish figure she paused and admired his form. “Raphael.” His name left her lips with a bit of a purr.

She was wearing short jean shorts and a raspberry silk coloured camisole. Her hands were behind her back and her bare feet padded on the floor as she walked towards him. “Hot, isn’t it?” Licking her lips she smiled at him before slapping a water balloon full of ice cold water onto his shoulder.

On a laugh she ran. Oh she ran like hell in the direction of the pool.

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Raphael gave a curious look, trying to study Immogene’s face and see what thoughts were going through that mischievous mind of hers. A corner of his scarred lips curled into a crooked smile when she said his name, he liked it.

But boy did his smile quickly turn into a frown as he hissed at the cold water hitting his scaly skin. On one hand it felt nice and cool since the summer heat was a little too much for the turtle, but on the other hand he didn’t like to be surprised by cold water. Such a little troublemaker you are…

He quickly walked, since running after her would make it to easy for him to catch up and grab her. He didn’t want to end this game of theirs too quick! He grinned, his steps sounding loud and heavy against the wood floor before stepping outside in the yard and on to the cement. “A water ballon? Really? Do I need ta bring tha silly string and glitter into this again?”

#immogene x rot raphael #❤️♥️#the story is coming!!!

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waterstar2016 · 3 years ago

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Hot Chocolate

December 21st…

Raphael paced the hardwood floors of Leonardo’s apartment. The four brothers had just gotten back from their patrol with the NYPD. It was the leaders turn to host the weekly meeting, so here he was, but his mind was somewhere else entirely.

It had been three days since she’d left. His brothers, even now when they were older watched out for him. They all watched out for each other and right now three were seeing the largest of them pace. As time went on the pacing episodes grew longer. Leo looked to Donnie. The tall terrapin only nodded and opened up his computer screen to start making arrangements. “Raph.” The red cladded mutant looked to his eldest brother. “What do ya want, Leo?” The leader smiled and put his hand on his brothers shoulder. “Go.” The Brute blinked in confusion and then smiled. It was the first smile Leo had seen since Immogene had left. “Finally an order I ain’t gonna argue with ya about.” The Brute gave Leo a long look before leaving to go home and pack.

While he was throwing things into a suitcase his mind was rolling with a question. Should he be going? Cripes, their relationship was still so new. They had tiptoed around each other for months, both having their own physical and emotional scarring. Then it happened. They came together one night just weeks ago. Raph shook is head as images of that first time flickered in his minds eye. Heat. That’s what he’d experienced. The chemistry that they’d both been trying to ignore hit them hard. Although, there hadn’t been any mentions about feelings yet. It was why he wasn’t worried when she didn’t ask for him to go with her. Also, due to what they were, it was a little more difficult for him and his brothers to travel. The brothers may have worked with the precinct now, but it was a far cry from being able to walk about in the daylight. She wouldn’t have asked him to go through that kind of trouble. But he couldn’t stop thinking about her being alone, especially at Christmas staying where she was.

December 24th…

Immogene answered the door and there stood the behemoth of a turtle, covered in snow.

“Raphael! What are you…how did you…?” The turtle chuckled. She didn’t realize yet what he would do for her. “Well, I thought about comin’ down the chimney, like ‘Jolly ‘ol Saint Nick, but ya know…” He pointed to himself and the movement made some of the snow fall off his shoulders. “…that a’int the kinda tight squeeze I’m aimin’ for on this trip.” She couldn’t help but smile wider. Always a double meaning between them. “So, I stowed away on a red eye to Toronto. From there it was a truck that Donnie rented and an introduction to the northern drivin’ ya talk about.” A laugh left her lips and a sudden gust of wind blew some flakes into the cottage making her shiver. “Get in here before you freeze.”

He turned a little to the side so he could fit through the door and set his bag down. After he stood she reached up and brushed off the snow from his shoulders and stood on her tip toes to get his head. “I’m making a mess of yer floor.” Immogene looked down and then back up to the amber gaze. “I don’t care about my floors.” She shook her head, the emotion sticking in her throat. “You’re here.”

Not caring about the cold wet that would seep through her sleep tank, she moved into him, wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head into his plastron. “You’re really here.” A low rumble sounded in his throat. The sound soothed something inside of her. He moved his arms over her back and pulled her in closer. “Of course I am.” His one hand slid up her side and moved under her chin adding gentle pressure to lift her head up. “Immogene, there’s no way in hell I could let ya spend Christmas alone.” His amber gaze looked away from her and took in the sight of what was the entrance hall of the cottage that had been her Grandparents. It was the first time she’d come back since they passed. His eyes moved back to hers and he smiled. A smile that she knew was just for her. “It ain’t right.” He kissed her forehead and smiled. “I want us to be together for our first Christmas.”

Her dark green eyes searched his. “Thank you.” He gave her a firm nod and then brushed his still chilled lips against hers. “I know ya had to come and I know why ya came by yerself. Numba one I know how hard this is fer ya and numba two, I bought a pair of snowshoes just in case…I think tha guy choked on his coffee when I told ‘im how big I needed them to be.”

A surprised laugh left her lips. “Okay.” She smiled at him and it lit up her eyes. “Okay.” She huffed another laugh. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes.” His smirk formed slowly. “That just made me forget how fuckin’ cold it is out there.” She arched her brow with her eyes glimmering. “You’re going to be down to your shorts and that’s going to make you feel warmer?” The deep chuckle that sounded in his throat had the back of her neck tingling. “Oh yeah, it will.”

After hanging up his jacket in the mud and laundry room she put his clothing in the dryer. She turned and he was standing behind her holding out his bandanna. “Ya wanna hang this up too?” A soft expression came over her face, it was only recently he’d taken his mask off for the first time around her. “Sure.” She smiled up at him. He was now wearing his shorts and bent down to his bag and took out a top. He pulled on a long sleeved t-shirt and attached the hooks on the sides to the inner part of his shell. It was tight against his build. Going over to the double wash basin she rinsed the red fabric out before draping it on a rung of a drying rack.

The mutant watched her as she worked. She was so beautiful in a pair of dark gray sleep pants, a burgundy tank and her mass of red mahogany hair curling around her face. He wanted her, he wanted to take her to places that would make the shadows he’d seen in her eyes disappear. He would have had her the moment he came through the door, but he could wait. There were other things he needed to take care of first. “Why don’t ya take me on a tour?”

Immogene took his hand. Ninja or not the trip would have been long and more difficult because of what he was. She had some thanking to do when they went back. “Raphael…”. He interrupted her by pulling her into his large frame. He knew she would suggest he relax first. “Show me what made ya you. I know what this place meant to ya and I know what big of a part it held in your life. Let me be with ya when ya walk through yer memories. I’ve got lots of material coverin’ these big arms ya tell me I have. So, if ya need to use it to wipe those pretty eyes of yers, you just go ahead.”

She swore softly. ‘Jesus.’ No one understood her the way he did. Blowing out a breath she nodded, taking the moment she needed to collect her emotions. “You do realize that you’re going to get very lucky later, right?” Taking a curl between his fingers he gently tugged. “Yup.” Another laugh left her and she moved away from him but found his hand and held onto it.

“When I got here I only put my things in my old bedroom…I’ve been sleeping on the couch.” He gave her hand a squeeze, encouraging her to continue. “It’s like I’m expecting to walk into them. The echo’s of times past are really loud.” One step and then another had them in front of the linen closet that was just off the entrance and beside the small first floor bathroom. Taking a breath she opened the door. Leaning in she took a sniff. “I still smell the towels.” She quietly chuckled. “I, to this day cannot get my laundry smelling the way hers did or feel so damn soft.” Over her shoulder he inhaled the lingering scent. “I can smell it too, Gen. It’s fresh and warm all at once.” She nodded to him. “That’s exactly it.”

Turning to the three closets in front of the bathroom she pointed. “My grandfather built this cottage with the design that he and my grandmother made together. Storage was important. Living so far away from town, especially in the winter meant that you had to have space for what you might need.” Turning to her right and taking a couple of steps found them in the kitchen. “I learned how to cook in here.” She took a deep breath. “You know, my grandparents never taught me how to cook per say, it was more that I was encouraged to hang out in here. Sometimes chopping, sometimes being allowed to sprinkle in the spices or rolling out the cookie dough. I learned by just being here.”

She squeezed his hand then. “I can’t tell you how many card games we played at this table.” Raph looked down at the wooden table, it’s age obvious by the yellowed white top with faded orange and blue painted flowers at the corner. “I learned how to play Euchre, literally on my Grandfathers knee.” Raph snorted. “Ya kick Leo’s ass in that game. He didn’t pay attention to that look in yer eyes when he asked us to play with him and Mikey.”

They walked through the archway into the dining room and through the next into the hall and turned left. If they would have turned left again at the end of the small corridor they would have made their way back around to the kitchen. “My Grandmothers sewing room.” She sighed with a grin. “I may be an artist, but I do not have patience like she did for knitting.” She looked up at him. “That’s something she had in common with you. I on the other hand don’t think I could make a scarf with all my attempts sewn together.”

Coming out of the room she took him to the door across from it. Opening the door she found she still smelled the sawdust. He heard her take a calming breath and then followed her down the stairs, never letting go of her hand. “This is what you have in common with my Grandfather. Woodworking. Raphael, he built this place with his own two hands and a lot of the furniture within.” She walked over to the now empty work tables against the wall and ran her finger over the wood. “He would work away on his next project and while my Grandmother started her seedlings, just over there under fluorescent lights.” Something on the floor caught her eye and she squatted to pick it up. It was a wood shaving, missed when the cottage was cleaned. After a moment she held it out for him, he nodded and closed his fingers over it. It would be safe with him.

“Gen, this place is a lot bigger than what I would think was a cottage.” A smile formed on her lips. “You’re right, it’s more a large house. There used to be a much smaller cottage here, but it flooded when I was a baby. When the storm clears you’ll see the logs up in the bush. The river used to be used to transport the wood, but was stopped because it was bad for the water. After the water went down, they built this place.” She told him the changes that had taken place down in the basement and throughout the cottage over the years. When she led him back up she showed him her Grandparents bedroom and then ended up in the living room. “The only time we watched TV was when it was raining, Sunday Disney special or the news.” She hadn’t liked watching the news as a child, but what she would give to be able to do that now with them. Her Grandfather stroking his cat on his lap.

Something that Raphael had learned about her, even before they got together was that she had the tendency of going quiet when something was bothering her. Sometimes, she got so lost in the thought her mind tuned out everything else. She stood there looking at the old rocking chair and he gently stroked his finger down her arm. “There’s good feelin’s here, Gen.” Lowering his head to hers he smiled. “I’m gonna add another one.” His lips touched hers and she was brought out of the past. Closing her eyes she moved with him. He pressed closer, showing her a small hint of the passion he felt for her. Reluctantly he ended the kiss and she huffed a laugh. “You really know how to get my attention, don’t you.” It was a rhetorical question as his resulting smirk was answer enough.

They found themselves walking up the wooden stairs, with the lacquer on them so shiny it was like glass. “Every morning I would sneak down these stairs, sometimes sliding on my bum. Trying to be quiet.” He chuckled. “Ya needed some of our ninja skills didn’t ya?” She laughed. “Yes, I didn’t find out until I was in my 20’s that they always knew. Grandpa would get up and leave Grandma and I to snuggle.” She showed him the three bedrooms on the second floor and he saw the suitcase in one of them on the bed. “There’s a lot of blue in here, but I like it.” Shaking her head she grinned.

“This was the kids room.” The fourth room on the other side of the stairs was almost the size of the previous three together. The remaining space was used for another storage closet and a small two piece bathroom. “There were times all five of us cousins were here and others it would only be a couple of us. I even came here by myself.” A soft sigh left her lips. “I spent a lot of time up here daydreaming.” Looking to one of the corners she went quiet for a moment before nodding and speaking again. “Its been gone for years, but that old wrought iron bed had the most comfortable feather mattress. You sunk into it. I couldn’t wait to crawl into bed on those first few nights. It was like sleeping on a cloud.” She led him to the window. “You can’t see it now with the blizzard, but down there is the dock I used to fish off of.” Raph smiled. “The one where the Northern Pike almost pulled ya in?” A laugh left her lips. “It’s true. It hit the lure like a freight train. I was yelling for my Grandfather and he told me to reel it in, until he saw me pulled up against the railing. The rod bent over. God. That was a big fucking fish.” She’d show him the lure with the teeth marks in it later.

Through the smiles and the stories he heard the emotions in her voice. He could feel the grief tugging at her. The cottage would be going to a new family in the spring. She led him back down the stairs slowly. The journey down memory lane was over for tonight. “Immogene?” Looking up she gave him a questioning look. “I wish I could make this better for ya. I wish…”. He growled lowly. “Ya know how I get…I like solvin’ a lot of things with my fists. I can’t do that ‘ere.” He wrapped his arms around her and leaned his chin on the top of her head. “But what I can do is try to help you make new memories.” It was then the tears slipped down her cheeks and she closed her eyes against his bicep.

A few minutes later she pulled her head away her eyes drifted up to his. “Okay.” She then hiccuped through a soft and quiet laugh. “Thanks for the use of your shirt.” He grinned down at her. It was what he hoped to hear.

“Is it ok if I…uh…use the kitchen? I’d like ya to sit there at the table and keep me company. I want to make you my hot chocolate.” She smiled. “I could do and go for that.”

She watched him move around the space. Raphael had many talents and one of them was in the kitchen. “I gotta warn ya, Gen. This ain’t no ordinary hot chocolate.” She crossed her leg over the other one. “Oh yeah?” He slowly melted the chocolate on the stove. “Yeah, like that powdered shit the store sells? Ya won’t wanna drink that again. Yer gonna have to come to me to get yer fix.”

It was impossible to see around him, he was huge and cagey with what he was concocting. There were sounds of ziplock bags being opened, jars being unscrewed and spoons clinking against pots. “I even brought us mugs. Those little teacups that ya call coffee cups just wouldn’t do.” She laughed breathily. Hearing the whirring sound of beaters going she arched her brow. He was whipping cream. The smell of roasted marshmallows tickled her nose next and it hit her. He was making an event out of something as ordinary as hot chocolate. Here was a new memory. ‘Oh Raphael.’ She thought as she swallowed.

When he finally turned her eyes widened. In his hands were two very large mugs. One a rich red, the other deeper in colour. They were topped with a mountain of whipped cream, snowflake shaped sprinkles and toasted marshmallows. There was even a candy cane. “What is that?” Raphael smirked. “My hot chocolate.” He handed her the darker mug. “This is for you, mine has a lot more cayenne in it. I don’t want your tongue burnin’ off or anythin’. Ya can’t handle tha heat like I can, but ya handle mine fine. I call that a good deal.” She laughed and followed him to the living room.

She paused at the entrance and looked at the couch. There were blankets and pillows all over the place. “When did you…? Riiiight, spec ops and a ninja.” He must have done it when she took a quick bathroom break. Raph just smirked and sat, looking at the spot beside him. He lifted his arm as she snuggled up against him, curling her legs up. He then let his hand curve around the dip of her waist. It fit perfectly there.

Raphael watched her with eager eyes. “It’s meant for drinkin’ sweetheart.” A snort sounded from her. “Raph, this is not hot chocolate it’s work of art.” Patient amber eyes looked at her while his brow ridge arched. She laughed and took her first sip. The real chocolate hit her tastebuds like the pike had hit her lure all those years ago. There was enough sugar to balance out the flavour and the hint of cayenne added a twist to the drink and warmed her belly. “Oh my god.” She licked her lips and looked at him. His responding smirk added another depth to the warmth.

That sat there drinking while the storm raged around them. He watched her and kept his thumb constantly moving over the material of her tank. When he startled to rumble she felt a sense of peace.

Finishing one of the marshmallows and licking the tips of her fingers she looked at his face. There, over the scar on his lip was some whipped cream. “Raph you have…”. She paused and then slowly set the mug down on the coffee table in front of her. Turning she got up on her knees and faced him. “You have cream on your lip and I’m not offering my shirt…”. She straddled him, her legs spreading to accommodate his thick thighs. “…but I can do this.” She put her hands on his shoulders, leaned in and licked the cream off his lip.

Raph wouldn’t have made a move if she hadn’t initiated. Not this time. Despite the heat and play behind some of his earlier words, what happened on his visit was up to her. He shifted his hips and reached with his hands and tangled his fingers into her hair. “Immogene.” He rumbled her name before pulling at her and pressing his lips to hers.

She sighed into the kiss. The sound was swallowed and his fingers tightened in her long locks. His lips moved from hers down to her neck. He wanted her thinking of nothing but him. God, he’d wanted her from the moment he saw her. When they finally came together, something he’d dreamed of over and over again, it was like something clicked for him.

He inhaled the scent of her skin and groaned. His lips began to nibble as his hands travelled down her back to cup her bottom. “Your fucking ass, Gen.” He groaned while he squeezed the rounded flesh in his hands, his fingers pulling the cheeks apart. It made her breath hitch when the move also tugged at her sex. “Ah, ya can do betta than that.” He lifted her closer, this time the tips of his fingers purposely grazed the outer folds he could feel through the thin material. A sharp sound left her lips and she felt his toothy smile against her neck.

In a smooth motion, one that showed only a small portion of his strength, he stood. Her legs wrapped around low on his hips, tucking under his shell. The large terrapin licked down her neck and dragged his tongue over her collarbone, taking the stairs up to her bedroom. He smirked again feeling the first tremble that rolled through her body.

One handedly, Raphael pushed the dimmer switch on and then turned it so the light was low. He laid her on the bed and then crawled over top of her, his massive body hovering over hers. “I like seeing those eyes of yers go all blurry.” Looking down to her chest his cock twitched in his shorts when he saw the bumps of her nipples showing under the material of her clothing. “Aren’t those beggin’ for attention. Ya want my mouth on them don’t ya? Suckin’. He licked his lips as he brushed one of his fingers over the bump. She gasped and a deep chuckle sounded in the room. “I wonder what else wants to be sucked on?” Her legs moved and he took the opportunity to push his knee up against her covered mound. “Raph!”

That’s all it took for him to lower his head and start to lip at the hard peak. Her breathing was staggered and the ache she had learned he caused started below. “Mmm.” The rumbled sound had her hands moving to his shoulders, her fingers digging into the material of his shirt. He lifted his head then and looked down at her. Immogene bit her lip and had to work not to move herself against his knee. His hands moved and he pulled the shirt off his body, tossing it to the floor beside the bed.

That body of his. It was magnificent. He was all broad and muscled, the opposite of her soft curves. “You really are a Brute, Raphael, but in the best way.” His hands moved to her belly and under her tank. “You bet I am.” He pushed the material up until it rested over the tops of her breasts. “Fuck, ya make my cock throb, sweetheart.” Him cupping the generous globes of flesh had her turning her head to the side and then back to facing him. “I’ve only just started.” A whimper left her lips.

The turtles thumbs moved to the edge of the thin cotton bra and he pulled down. Her nipples popped out and they were so hard the soft pink they normally were was flushed to a deep rose while the areola were pebbled. Keeping his eyes on hers he lowered his head and swept his long tongue over the left peak. For a moment she stopped breathing and her wetness began to seep into the fabric of her panties.

Her hands went to his head and he smiled, flicking his tongue over the turgid nub. “Raphael…please.” He knew what she wanted. His lips closed over her nipple and he sucked. She rolled her hips as the ache in her sex grew. He chuckled again and let her nipple go with a pop before sucking it back in between his lips. The fingers of his other hand scissoring her other nipple between them. “Oh god…”.

When she was squirming he slid his finger down and flicked the front clasp of the bra. Her heavy breasts fell to the side of her chest a little more without the garment. Lifting his head she moaned. “Just a bit…let me get this off of ya.” He pulled the tank over her head and slid the bra out from under her back. Tossing them, they landed in a pile with his shirt. “There we go. Now, how wet have I made that pussy? Is it clenching yet?” A spurt of her juices soaked through the sleep pants, darkening the material. “Ya have no idea how fuckin’ sexy it is when I’m down there, spreadin’ yer folds and I see that pretty hole wink at me as ya drip down yer ass.” She moved her hips again and a cry left her lips.

Raph lowered his head again and sucked her nipple back into his mouth. Her body trembled as his hand moved down between her legs and cupped her. “Ah!” He growled against her breast when he felt the dampness. Taking his finger, he rubbed it up and down her covered slit.

Immogene’s head was tossing from side to side. “Raph!” His lips moved over her areola. His tone deep and heavy with lust. “I fuckin’ love it when ya call my name like that. All fuckin’ needy, I can hear how much ya want my finger.” He grinned when he felt the material get wetter.

He let go of her nipple, the wet peak glistened in the dim light. On a moan he lowered his head to her other one and wrapped his lips around it. His hand moved up and slipped under her pants and panties. The head of his cock dripping its own fluids when he slid his finger between her folds and into her heat with a hard thrust.

Her back arched and her juices flowed out over his finger. “That’s fuckin’ it, fuck I love it when ya clench like that.” He moved his finger in and out as she whimpered his name. He looked at her face as he suckled. She was flushed and beautiful with it. The sounds leaving her lips kept his cock throbbing.

Nipping her breast he sat up again. Her eyes opened and she swallowed hard. “Raphael.” He smirked again, his eyes glowing with heat. “Now, I know ya can call my name louder than that.” His finger left her pussy and she whimpered. “Don’t worry, I know what I want ta suck on next.” Her lips parted and she took a shuddering breath. Raising up on his knees he moved backwards, taking her sleep pants and panties with him. When they were in a pile at the bottom of the bed he slid his hands over her calves and onto her thighs. Eyes locked on hers he pressed and she spread for him.

Immogene raised her head and looked down while he pulled his cock free from his shorts. She dripped again seeing how hard he was. He was so thick, his shaft growing wider down towards the base. Her kitten pink tongue slipped between her lips and licked them, wanting her own taste. “Fuck, Immogene.” He cupped his heavy sack in his hands and fondled the balls within. Meeting her gaze he lowered his head.

The first sweep of his tongue had her mind going blank. “Raphael!” A laughing smile formed on her lips as she could feel his smirk against her wet flesh. He licked, he nuzzled, the tip of his tongue circled her clitoris. His hand slowly moved up and down over his shaft. Feasting on her always made him want to fist his cock. The first time he went down on her he’d cum when she did, jerking himself off. Being a mutant had it’s advantages. One of them being a fast recovery time. Tonight though, he wanted to empty himself into her. His tongue slid through her lips and teased at her entrance.

Her thighs began to twitch and her hands moved to his head, her nails lightly dragging over his scalp. “Oh yeah.” He groaned the words into her folds. Closing his lips over her clit he sucked at the bead. He could feel the precum dripping over his fingers while he slowly pumped his shaft. He manipulated the hard nub moaning as she moved herself against his face.

He knew she was getting close. Opening his mouth wider he pushed his tongue into her and she lifted her hips on a cry. “Raph!” A low growl filled the room along with the wet sounds of her sex. He tongue fucked her until her cries became desperate. His upper lip moved over her clit and he moved his head from side to side and his tongue continued to firmly thrust into her. “Raph…Raphael.” She breathed harder and her twitching thighs began to shake. “Oh…oh god…Raph…ael!” Her orgasm washed through her and she gasped through it. He squeezed just below head of his shaft to stop himself from cumming as her thighs clenched his head.

Slowly he moved his head away from her pussy. “Damn.” Her folds were flushed and puffy with it. Her juices covered her sex and inner thighs, darkened the sheets below and one look in the mirror showed them covering his jowls. He ran his fingers over her body, she was so sensitive after she came and he watched her twitch and tremble with his touch. “Next time, I want ya ridin’ my face.”

She was panting and when she opened her eyes she saw him kneeling, still stoking his substantial cock. “Get up here.” She bit her lip in anticipation. “I ain’t gonna say no.” Raphael straddled her body, always in control of his weight on her. He moved up, his cock bobbing and dripping on her skin. Holding himself above her he grabbed his shaft and pressed it down to her lips.

She licked him and then licked him again. Moaning as his flavour coated her tongue. She mouthed his cock while her hands caressed his thighs. A loud rumble filled the room. Even though her pussy was still pulsing from her orgasm, she could feel her arousal building again.

Opening wide she took as much of him as she could into her mouth. She moved her hands to his ass cheeks and pulled. On a groan he began to gently thrust his cock between her lips. He spurted in her mouth and it made her drip. His other hand reached back and cupped her sex again. “Ya…fuckin’ drippin’, while ya suckin’ my cock…ya have no idea what that does ta me, sweetheart.”

She pulled her head back and gave him a sultry smile. “Hang those balls above my face, Raphael.” On a groan he shifted and felt her immediately mouthing his sack. “Fuckin’ hell!” His finger slipped back into her and he spurted again when he felt her walls squeeze the digit. She moved her tongue in a figure eight motion over his balls. His sack, like the rest of him was large. The feel of them slapping against her clit when he fucked her was amazing.

“Immogene…fuck.” She gently sucked one of the round globes into her mouth. “Fuck…I need ya.” He lifted and his ball left her mouth, her saliva stringing along for a moment before it broke. She started to turn, knowing how much he loved fucking her on her knees. But, when she moved on her side he grabbed her hip and laid behind her. “Like this. I want ta take ya like this.”

His hand moved from her hip and between her legs. He lifted the top leg and let it rest on his thigh. Reaching lower he grasped himself and slapped his cock up against her pussy. “Raph!” He rumbled and set the head of his thick shaft against her entrance and pushed. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as he filled her. His other arm that was under her shoulders pulled her more into him while his fingers teased her nipple. “Fuck, Gen.”

Raphael began to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her. She vibrated against him. He was so thick that he was constantly pressed against her g-spot. The pressure had her crying out immediately. “That’s it, fuckin’ take me.” Her juices covered his shaft and dripped over his balls. “I love fuckin’ ya.” He thrust harder making her cry out even louder. “The sounds ya make…”. He thrust again, enjoying the feel of her gripping at his cock. “I know ya got another one in ya.” Finding his rhythm his thighs slapped against her ass. “Don’t ya?” She panted and cried out again when the fingers of his other hand found her clitoris. He rubbed it as he fucked her. “Cum…Immogene…cum on my cock.” His hips picked up speed again and his thick shaft disappeared into her pussy. “Fuckin’ cum.” Her head pressed against his cheek as he felt her walls start to convulse. “That’s it…cum…cum.” The pleasure he felt making her moan his name. He covered her mouth with his, swallowing her cries. His balls that were pulled up tight against his body throbbed and he lost himself in her heat and the clenching of her sex. “Fuck!” His thrusts lost their rhythm as he pumped into her and came. “Immogene!” He growled her name as the jets of his seed filled her. One hard thrust and another had his own thighs twitching with the last of his release.

She went limp and he kept his cheek against her head. They were both breathing heavily. His feelings for her were so strong. He shifted, rumbling as his softening shaft left her body. She gasped feeling their combined fluids drip out of her now stretched hole. It took a little time to go back to normal after a round with him. “Raph.” She sighed his name and he ran his finger over her delicious curves. Immogene turned her head to look at him and he reached up to brush the damp curls away from her face. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

He smiled and pulled her face towards his so he could kiss her. Each of them tasting themselves on the others lips. “I love ya, Gen.” She twitched in his arms and inhaled sharply. “I think I loved ya tha first moment I saw ya.” His heart was in his throat. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said it now…this is a hard time fer…”. She shook her head in denial. “Raphael you told me you came here to help me make new memories. You have succeeded.” Her gaze flicked to the LED clock on the nightstand. It read 12:09 a.m. “You’re the best Christmas present I’ve ever received. A sigh left her lips and she smiled. “Merry Christmas, Raphael and I love you.”

Raph hugged her tight. “Merry Christmas, Immogene.” After a moment he felt his shaft twitch. Being against her ass had that effect on him. He pursed his lips. “How about a shower? I think there might be another memory to be made in there.” Her eyes met his and they laughed.

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#my writing #Immogene and Raphael story #Christmas 2021

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waterstar2016 · 3 years ago

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“Smooth Criminals”

@forerunnertracer and myself have decided to turn our RP into a story.

Back-cover Blurb…

It’s the 1920’s and Oruko Saki is the lead mob boss of New York. He rules the city with an iron fist, not caring that it’s falling to ruins.

Immogene was forced to marry Oruko. She finds out her new husband is also known as the nefarious Shredder. Not only are her dreams turned into nightmares, when she wakes she realizes the nightmare is real.

Raphael and his brothers, Leonardo, Donatello and Michelangelo rule Japan. They are known as the Hamato clan. Splinter took his sons to his homeland after one too many close calls with arch enemy, The Shredder and his Foot clan. Raph has always wanted to return to New York. He hopes to strengthen his family by adding territory and riches. What happens when the Brute comes back after twenty years?

If he defeats Shredder, not only does he claim the territory, he gains all of Oruko’s possessions…

One of those possessions is Immogene.

We will be posting (TBD) number of chapters at a schedule of one chapter per week on Saturday. Start date to be announced later.

The two of us enjoyed this RP to no end. It is what inspired the above picture. We decided to edit it into a story format and post.

Hope you enjoy,

@waterstar2016 and @forerunnertracer

Drawing done by @neattea-tmnt

#comments reblogs are appreciated #if you like let us know #Immogene and Raphael #smooth criminals #rp turned to story

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waterstar2016 · 3 years ago

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After a long hiatus from writing, I’m working on something that will be posted the night before Christmas.

This time of year is difficult for many people. The season often bringing sadness instead of or along with the joy.

I needed something to pick me up and something to help me through this time. Having to rewrite a Christmas card because tears smudged the ink is frustrating. All in all I’m ok and in a much better place when I was when a few things fell apart in my life. I will believe that when one door closes another will open.

I will admit to being nervous after not writing for so long. I think it’s been two years since I last posted anything of length.

The story will be finished soon and I will be taking some time to smooth out the edges. After it has gone through its last edit, I will queue it for December 24th.

As most of everything I write, it is based off my life or something I have experienced.

Of course there will be heat but…fair warning this is a comfort story and therefore, be prepared for fluff.

Till then,

Gen

#personal #Immogene x raphael short story #my writing

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waterstar2016 · 4 years ago

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I do like Raphael’s scars and agree that they show just what he does for his team. When I see the one on his lip I wonder how it came about. Some say an accident when he was younger learning the Sai. Others, an altercation with the foot or even with the cheese grater himself. His shell...*sighs* every time I look at it I can only imagine what he put himself in front of (or under) to sustain that kind of damage. His scars add to his character and his story. He says “Just patch me up...” in 2k14 when he knows what another crack might do.

I’m of two minds when it comes to his scars. One part finds them knee weakening attractive and the other...well, both the mun and Immogene feel something when they look at them. Not pity, not sympathy, but with respect and understanding. A silent acknowledgement of them. I’ve always felt that one would have to tread carefully around his scars. Not to just go up an touch them. Being aware that they are there but not making a big deal out of them. As for speaking about them, that would be up to him and there would be acceptance if he did not.

There may be a scar or two that he wears with pride, or carry as a reminder that you have to hold the Sai a certain way or else you’ll have the mark to prove that you were doing it wrong. To him, getting marked up is just a part of his day to day life.

It’s not that I go all soft when I play Immogene when she’s dealing with his scarring, whether when helping with his shell for the first time or easing into the bedroom. More of an empathy to them and to him. Letting him guide her around them, so to speak.

In conclusion (lol, did not expect to write that much) yes, Raphael’s scars make me shiver with delight but they also endear the Brute to me even further.

Just a few of my thoughts.

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waterstar2016 · 3 years ago

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Immogene looked out at the city that had become her home. From where she was she could see the ball making its descent into the new year.

A large figure came up behind her and held out a mug. From the smell she knew there was a shot of something extra in the hot chocolate. Reaching out she took the drink and smiled at the bearer. She held his gaze as the final countdown began.

“Whatever this next year brings, we’ll take it on, won’t we Gen.” She nodded almost imperceptibly at the rhetorical question. Hearing the cheers ring out she took a sip. The terrapin rumbled, a sound which she could hear over the clamouring of the voices from Times Square.

She leaned he head against his plastron. The hard surface should not be as comfortable as it was. His large arm wrapped around her and he moved in closer, his fingers tangling in her curls. “Happy New Year, Raphael.”

His signature smirk formed on his lips and he winked at her when she looked up. “Happy New Year, Immogene.” Leaning down he claimed her lips with his. When he felt her pulse begin to trip he chuckled deeply. “Let’s finish our drinks so I can make that heartbeat of yours jump a little more than that.”

She let out a breathy laugh. “Sounds like a great start to the new year.”

#Raphael and Immogene #New Years 2022 #2022 #very short story #needed this

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waterstar2016 · 3 years ago

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Hi Immogene . How did you fall in love with Raphael? Me its more of a emotional connection with him . In my mind Raph helped me through a very dark time in my life. I know it may sound incredibly nuts . That's my connection with him .

Hello Nikita. It’s not nuts at all. Each of us feel what we feel. You’re feelings are your own. A connection formed between two people is something wonderful.

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This is one loaded question, but I shall do my best to take you with me on a walk down memory lane.

It wasn’t instant.

It grew in the background like a flower forgotten behind a bush. When the leaves fell from that bush in autumn, there it was, blooming and beautiful defying the change of seasons.

Life had been hard on the both of us. We shielded ourselves from attachments for our own reasons. When we met there was the automatic distrust that we felt kept us safe. Both of us carry scars, maybe one day I’ll share the story behind mine, and his is not mine to share.

Those scars, physical and emotional define us and in a way still do. He bears some of his with pride and others, even though they are on display, bring pain when seen by him or when others focus on them. I chose to cover mine, but under all that ink they’re still there and the shadows still flickered behind my eyes.

There was common ground without us realizing it.

He’s cocky. He’s a Brute. He’s fuelled by his passions. He has the biggest heart I’ve ever seen.

I think for me, it was the moment he made me laugh. A true laugh, from the belly. You see, despite my efforts my past pulls at me. My regrets, the betrayals of ones that should have never thought to hurt me, the things I feel I failed in. The shadows I mentioned sometimes swarmed over me until I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

What did Raphael do? He walked right over my dark internal musings and made me laugh. Some would have considered the comment rude. Some even would have been shocked. Many would have waited for me to snap back at him. To be honest, it left me blinking until I realized what he was doing. He was being himself with me and distracting me with something so outlandish that I laughed.

That was the first step.

Over time, each step moving quicker than the last, I found more and more pieces until I realized he’d gone and done it. He’d completely bulldozed through the piece of metal riveted around my heart.

#kinda got mushy there #really enjoyed writing this #thank you for sending it in #Immogene x Raphael

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waterstar2016 · 3 years ago

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Per sex questions list:

For OC IMMOGENE: #71. Any funny sex stories? 😄✌️💃💃

“A few. I think though that with having a partner that it just works with emotionally and physically, you both end up laughing.”

Shaking her head with a smile she relents. “Alright, well Raphael can be enthusiastic. More than once we’ve ended up tripping over each other to get to the bedroom.” A fond look comes into her eyes and she sighs, her expression one would say was a little dreamy.

“You know, when we were first starting to explore each other, I happened to be wearing this lace bra and pant set.” She coughed delicately remembering the look on the Brutes face when her shirt came off. “The look he gave me…well, I could practically feel his want. The fabric shredded under his fingers and he was trying so hard not to show how much he enjoyed doing that. I couldn’t help myself. I laughed and after a few seconds so did he. It was a…moment for the two of us, realizing just how much we could be ourselves with one another.”

Immogene’s cheeks flushed. “When we calmed down was when I casually mentioned that I’d bought many of the same pair as I’d thought he’d like them.” She laughed softly. “Now, along with any other gifts he gives me, I always end up with a gift card to my favourite lingerie store. That way he can rip as many as he wants. He says he has a vested interest in my bras and underwear.”

#image credit ashley graham

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waterstar2016 · 4 years ago

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Would you say Immogene and R-O-T Raph might end up in a serious relationship?

*chuckles* Who knows what the future holds for them. Raphael is being an asshat right now, doing what he does best. And, Immogene, damn her soft heart, is giving him patience (doesn’t mean she won’t bite back though, lol).

They both have scarring and deep seeded issues. The Brute never calls a woman by her name and she never lets anyone too close. They have been brought together by circumstance and they have a lot to learn about one another.

There are skeletons in both closets and shadows in their eyes.

I have been ‘playing’ with @room-of-torture Raphael for a while now (almost two years) and our characters have amazing chemistry. Having said that though, this is a brand new story and they know nothing about each other. The Brute’s mun is a lovely person and a dear friend. I enjoy writing with them to no end and their characters have so much depth.

Will it get hot? With these two? *laughs*

We’ll see what happens and thank you for reading.

#room of torture #red mahognany rp #question #rot raphael and immogene #❤️♥️

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waterstar2016 · 5 years ago

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I found this beautiful art piece while I was out today and just had to buy it. The boys look so gorgeous and sexy - and Raphael's expression and aggressive form is perfectly in line with who he is.

I know he is your favourite (especially with Imogene) as I've been following your blog for some time, and I knew you'd love to see this, your blog has blessed me with easy access to TMNT content and I'm so grateful for an active blog on here. You also have really amazing art, thank you for your continuous addition to this fandom 💞🙏

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This is wonderful! Thank you so much for thinking of me and Immogene. *laughs* Yes, we both have a soft spot for the Brute. Your kind words have definitely brightened my day.

There should be new art and perhaps, if I can get the gears turning, a story soon.

Thank you again,

Gen

♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️

#submission #raphael hamato #raphael #raphael tmnt #leonardo hamato #donatello hamato #donatello #leonardo #leo #mikey #donnie #michelangelo hamato #michelangelo #mike #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #waterstar2016

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waterstar2016 · 6 years ago

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Masterlist

This list will be updated as I add more content. Please pay attention to warnings.

Prompts - Raphael

Rough - NSFW S/O Churring - NSFW Finds copies of texts sent back and fourth - SFW Chasing S/O - NSFW Anorexic reader - SFW Plus sized reader - NSFW S/O has a hard day - SFW Best friends - SFW S/O fight and make up - NSFW Seeing his girl in a mud mask - Hints of NSFW Running from a storm - Hinting at NSFW Gif drabble - NSFW Gif drabble - NSFW Gif drabble - SFW Raph’s girlfriend is a motorcycle chick - SFW Prompts - Leo Rough - NSFW Asking lady love out - SFW Chasing S/O through the sewers - NSFW Poly turtles (Leo & Donnie) - SFW S/O churring - NSFW Watching S/O sing - SFW Come here - NSFW Taking a walk in the park in the fall - NSFW Romantic love notes - NSFW Rose on the skin like a paintbrush - NSFW Kissing in the rain - SFW

Prompts - Donnie Outdoors with Donnie - NSFW Catches reader masturbating - NSFW Shower - NSFW S/O returning the favour - NSFW S/O churring - NSFW Poly turtles (Leo & Donnie) - SFW Romantic treasure hunt - Hinting at NSFW Gif drabble - NSFW Prompts - Mikey Shower - NSFW Helping S/O relax after school - SFW S/O churring - NSFW Discovering S/O is a comic artist - SFW Fun in the bedroom - NSFW

TMNT Thoughts Why do I like a fictional character that’s a mutant turtle (Raphael) - Hints at NSFW Predator Personalities - SFW Kissing Raph - SFW Raphael on a Ducati includes other turtles - SFW Getting inked by Raph - SFW She waits for Raph to come home - NSFW Follower Asks Who is your favourite turtle - SFW What the guys think of pubic hair - NSFW How can you tell the guys are in the mood - NSFW S/O catches a cold (all the guys) - SFW Guys reaction to S/O opening their own restaurant - SFW Guys comforting S/O during a thunderstorm - Hints of NSFW Nesting - Hints of NSFW Guys child gets ambushed on patrol - SFW Guys reaction to S/O getting attacked by a demon - SFW Girl confesses feelings, guys don’t feel the same way - SFW Shy S/O’s hobbies and the guys finding out - SFW Donnie’s S/O sprains her ankle - SFW S/O touching their tail - SFW Fan Fics

Two Shades of Green (Warnings of NSFW in the description of the chapter) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 The Colours of Twilight (Warnings of NSFW in description of chapter) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Short Stories Movie night Raph and Immogene - SFW A piece of red silk ribbon - NSFW Random My dream about human Raph - SFW Immogene thinking of Raph - NSFW OC Immogene boobs - NSFW Gif drabble Raphael - NSFW My Art Raphael Raphael Raphael 2003 Raphael Leonardo Donnie Donnie Mikey Mikey OC Immogene and Raph OC Immogene Waters OC Blossom - Gift for Southern Blossoms Motorcycle OC Bio’s Immogene Waters - Still in progress Skye Westfall - Coming soon OC Immogene Vibes Picture - lingerie & tattoos SFW Picture - naked & tattoos - NSFW Picture - lingerie/body positivity - SFW Picture - underwear NSFW ish Picture - underwear and tattoos - NSFW ish Picture - bikini - SFW Picture - jeans & motorcycle - SFW Picture - underwear & tattoos - NSFW ish Picture - bikini girl on a motorcycle - SFW Picture - underwear & tattoos - NSFW ish Picture - woman in dress - SFW OC Skye Westfall Vibes Picture - SFW

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ravn-87 · 3 years ago

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@waterstar2016 @forerunnertracer

FINALLY! I DID IT!! 🙌🙌✨

I am CAUGHT UP! I AM REEEEADY FOR THE NEXT STAGES AND EVOLUTION!!

All 5 chapters DEVOURED!!

This beginning was intense. I always pictured traditional shredder as murderously rigid and iron-fisted, though never as an indulgently depraved psycho, but the portrayal is captivating and works for the grimmness of the story and the assault this man's very existence literally was on just humanity in general. Emphasizing the absolutely absurdity of his cruelty was the best background contrast to bring Raphael in on to build the rest of the tale on.

I like how well the background is put together on Immogene and the implications of Gabrielle's background being similar and possibly just as cruelly treated as Immogene is.

This is devourable, and I totally did.

Bring it all on ladies, I'm ready!

Smooth Criminals - Chapter 1

Warning - Contains violence, gore and uncomfortable sexual situations, mention of rape. 18+ only!

Previously…

Six months, or what felt like an eternity ago, a routine blood test had led Immogene Waters and her friend Gabriella McNight to be taken from their home. A short time later they both found themselves married. Gabriella had been wed to Kanto Nakaono, the second in hand to the most feared and notorious mobster of New York, The Shredder. Immogene had been told she had the honour of marrying Oruko Saki. When she was led down the isle with the threat of a katana at her back, she had seen Oruko in his full regalia. It was then she realized he and The Shredder were one and the same. From that the day forward, the friends were only allowed weekly supervised visits. The question was, why had they been taken from their beds?

Shredder had used threats and manipulation to cajole the cities physicians to get a blood sample from all the citizens of New York. It was a mass undertaking and had temporary clinics popping up to handle the ever growing homeless population. Baxter Stockman and his underdog scientists went through every single sample, setting aside those that had certain markers.

The Foot Clan was looking for people with genes that would allow them to be paired with the mutagen their scientists had discovered a couple of decades ago. The four brothers this goo helped create had disappeared with no trace. Shredder never forgot how much trouble those turtle menaces caused him. He would also never admit to still looking over his shoulder for them. Despite the failings of the first experiment with the terrapins and their rat father escaping, he wanted to replicate the results. The trials were mostly unsuccessful, leading to disfigured and useless creatures. Through years of trial and error, Baxter finally stumbled upon the key to their success, little gleaming sequences in an individuals DNA that would combine with the mutagen. There were still failings of course, but it was needed sacrifice. Besides, there was a ready supply of vagrants. Due to the discovery, Shredder had gone back to his obsession with wanting an army of genetically enhanced beings, or more simply, mutants, at his disposal. One of the more recent successes was Slash. A man had been paired with a large swamp turtle found in the darkest and most dank bowels of a bog in Louisiana. The result was a unpredictable creature that was as evil as his master. He was kept in the depths of Shredder’s empire and was the master of the holding cells. It was said he lived alongside his victims because the sounds of torture and cries of fear helped him sleep. His own personal lullaby.

Immogene and Gabriella did not have the specific DNA strand within the searchable parameters, but they had something that was just as valuable. Immogene was a descendent of an ancient race that was known as the Amazons. Baxter had seen her slightly faster speed, strength and healing in the makeup of her DNA. Gabriella was half dragon shifter. A peaceful race called, the Travellers. They hailed from Dimension X and came through the same time Krang did. Not being full blooded, Gabby doesn’t have the ability to shift, but possesses an intellect that Baxter would never admit rivalled his own. Both women had no idea of their genetic roots. One day they were having tea in their estate gardens and the next, they were kidnapped during their sleep.

Now…

Immogene’s eyes snapped open as she woke up from her nightmare. Quickly closing them, she forced herself to calm her breathing and her racing heart. It would not bode well to wake her sleeping husband beside her. Oruko shifted and she froze. His demeanour as of late hinted there was a new challenger in town. Events such as this left her husband easily aroused, both in violence and his amorous intentions. He thrived on bloodshed and suffering. The prospect of having a challenger brought out his already insatiable blood lust to almost uncontrollable levels. Even though he had enough goons to send out and assassinate the individual, he often waited for them to come to him. There was always a method to his madness and he would make a spectacle out of killing them in his personal arena. The result of the battle reminded the citizens not only of their place in the hierarchy but there was also no hope in reclaiming their city. Shredder had been hinting he’d known this particular challenger from the past. Immogene had never seen him anticipating a fight for dominion over New York like this. When his breathing finally evened out, she sighed in relief.

Suddenly, as if sensing she’d relaxed he turned and grabbed her close, pressing his hard length against her. The hand that was wrapped around her waist started to move up her body. Reaching her breast, he palmed it. “Wife.” Immogene closed her eyes. “Husband.” A deep chuckle raised and the fine hairs on her arms. “Not in the mood this morning, are we...” She kept silent, knowing saying anything wouldn’t change whatever he had his mind set upon. “…I have a feeling my challenger will be here any day now. If it is who I think it is, he and I have unfinished business.” He pinched her nipple in a way that bordered on pain and still she kept herself motionless. Moving in closer he ground his erection into her backside, his groan filling the otherwise silent room. Without warning he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her head back and pushed his mouth upon hers. Biting her lip before he released her he then smiled against her cheek. “This challenger is to be the largest I’ve had yet. I plan to eviscerate him slowly. Maybe I’ll use his intestines to tie you to the bed?” He laughed darkly and then moved away from her sighing loudly. “I shall seek company elsewhere this morning”. Immogene chose at that moment to turn towards him. “No, stay.” She knew if he sought another woman, that woman wouldn’t survive the encounter. When they were first married, she made the mistake of denying Oruko her body. He ended up raping and killing a maid in front of her. Oruko understood and took amusement in what she was doing. He often used the threat of harm to another in order to manipulate her to indulge in his whims. “That’s better.” Immogene reconciled herself to what was about to happen and put her arm around his shoulder.

Oruko followed a strict edict from Feudal Japan. These days, its use was almost extinct. It was male centric and was basically a bastardized version of Bushido. It also included the ways of husband and wife and their roles in marriage. The Foot women had no rights and were often called Dolls and in Immogene’s case as the wife of the alpha, Dame. Sex was something both she and Gabriella tolerated. Coming to the marriage bed as virgins they had been quickly introduced to nights of degradation. Neither complained, it would fall upon deaf ears. Besides, after the first few times, it didn’t hurt anymore. Both their husbands were sometimes over zealous which led to marks and bruises. If Oruko saw the marks the following morning, he would often find anger growing inside of him. He did not like seeing the ivory skin marred.

Two hours later she awoke to her servant coming in to set her clothing out for the day. “Mistress? Master Shredder has instructed me to give you this to wear today.” Getting up she pulled the silk robe over her naked body and looked at what Amber was holding. Immogene sighed at the sight of the clothing. Oruko always chose her attire. Both she and Gabby had very little say in what they wore, ate or did. Being much shorter than her mistress, Amber stood on the stool behind her and helped her dress. “This was just ordered for you, the dark green corset really suits you.” Immogene only nodded. Lowering her voice Amber leaned in close. “Maybe this new challenger...” Immogene spun and faced the woman. “Amber, please. What you were about to say is treasonous!” She hissed while her eyes darted around the room. Her voice softened. “I don’t want to lose you too.” Amber nodded and her eyes held only sadness for her charge.

After dressing and breaking her fast she and her two guards, or, shadows as she called them, headed outside for her 30 minutes a day of fresh air. She walked amongst the gardens, other than her paintings and rare visits with Gabby it was her only true joy in this place. Her stride faltered and the guard on her left was immediately at her arm. “Be careful now. I won’t be punished for your clumsiness.” Immogene’s eyes spat sparks. It wasn’t her fault. Oruko was insistent that she wore heels all the time. The stilettos were not made for comfort or walking in the gardens. She ripped her arm from the guards grasp and turned to head back towards the building. The guards once again fell in place behind her. There was one room Immogene could be in by herself. Although, guards were stationed in the hall outside the doors and she could also see them making rounds through the large windows. She closed the door to her designated art space with a sigh of relief. Picking up a paintbrush she pushed the feelings of despair aside and focussed on the canvas in front of her.

By the time the dinner bell sounded, Immogene had gained some of her equilibrium back. She would never give up. She would always look for a way to escape or to kill her husband. Walking down the halls her eyes were deep with the anger she felt. Ripped away from her life and a prisoner in her marriage. Staff avoided her gaze. Oruko Saki was rich, powerful and handsome, but none would trade her for her position. Some of the women may have felt sympathy for her, but in fear of repercussions kept silent. Schooling her features she headed to the dining area, her two shadows as always, her constant companions.

The wide double doors were opened for her and she saw her husband standing and waiting for her. She met his gaze head on and strode towards him. “Husband. Your day was productive?” Oruku’s lips quirked. His little wife was quite amusing indeed. To think that after this much time she could still be defiant towards him, even if it was only in the look she gave him. Course, he wouldn’t deny that he felt a little pride. Pride that he had made this woman bend beneath his will and turned her into an obedient, if unwilling wife. An unwilling wife who’s subtle insubordination was arousing. He was tempted, very tempted to forget their dinner. But no...he could wait. ‘There’s plenty of time for that. I can’t wait a bit longer, after all,’ the corner of his lips slightly curled wickedly as he thought, ‘she is MINE. To do with as I please’.

Folding his arm casually behind his back, Oruko brushed his thumbs along the buttons on his shirt as he muttered, “Indeed. Today was most productive. I finally closed some business deals with individuals that were...,” he chuckled wickedly, “…reluctant to sell out to me.,” he slowly stalked towards the woman in a manner like a deadly predator. “I find it amusing there are still worms in this city that try to defy me, but it does make it more enjoyable to squash them beneath my Foot until every ounce of resistance and life is taken from their pathetic bodies,” He clenched his fist tightly and gave an evil and dead look at his hands before his gaze slowly turned towards her. “Now that all of that is taken care of...I can focus all my attention on you this evening,” His lips curled as images of all the things he wanted to do to her filled his mind.

Eyes staying locked on her form, he slowly circled her as his fingers glided over every ounce of exposed skin he could touch. “Mmmm you look lovely tonight my dear Immogene. I knew that green corset would make you look positively ravishing. See how I take an interest in making you look the envy of all others? Course, anything I choose looks good on you,” He huskily chuckled at his growing arousal as he lifted his hand up to her face. Lightly brushing the back of his knuckles down her cheek, Oroku hummed in approval, “Yes....so perfect.” He gave a low growl and his eyes narrowed and he roughly grabbed her around her waist pulling her into his form. His finger grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his intense lust filled eyes, “But don’t worry, my princess...this will be a most enjoyable evening,” He slowly dragged his tongue along her lips before reluctantly pulling away, “but first...let’s eat. You must be starving,” he chuckled darkly and pulled out the chair for her.

Once settled in her seat, Oruko took his own across the table from her while the servants began filling their plates. Glancing at the headliner of the New York Times he held, he gave an aggravated sigh when he read the article. “This challenger is becoming quite a nuisance,” He flung the newspaper towards his wife for her to look at. Immogene picked up the paper and quickly started to read. It was accompanied by a silhouetted picture of a very large form. From the surroundings she discerned that he might just be even larger than her husband in breadth and muscle mass. Oruko waited until she read a few lines, “I thought the Hamato’s had left for good. My Foot were so close in finding their lair for the last time and then they vanished. Not only that..,” He takes a huge gulp of his glass before slamming it on the table, “he comes back, dares to steal from my warehouses and taking out the subordinates I have stationed throughout the city.” His lips twist into a unnatural grin, “Let him, his brothers and their rat bastard father come. I look forward to mounting more trophies on my wall, or whatever sort of body part that freak values.,” He smirks and looks at her, “perhaps I’ll give you his scaly hide as a lovely new corset for you to wear. In fact the colour matches your eyes.” Just as quickly as his anger came, it returned to his stoic and neutral demeanour, “Mutants...the only good quality about them is their stupidity and brute strength. Course, most of the woman who come across Slash know that.” His voice was casual and he gave her a purposeful look as he cuts into his steak. “You are fortunate. So long as you behave and are obedient, you won’t need to worry about facing the same fate,” Her knife clicked against the plate. She hated how just the mention of the swamp turtle mutants name made her nervous. Her eyes lifted to his from her dinner and she held them there. Oruko liked to threaten her with a visit to Slash. It was an empty threat, but her husband like to play those kinds of games. Tempted to roll her eyes she went back to eating. He grinned maliciously at her initial reaction, “The last one Slash had in his grasp, well..,” he calmly grabbed his glass of wine and swirled it slowly, “let’s just say it left quite a mess and they still can’t find all the missing pieces,” Immogene resisted shivering. Her husband always stated these facts like they were discussing the weather. He took a sip of his drink as if savouring the moment of her discomfort.

“Now then...tell me what you managed to accomplish today my dear?,” His tone bordered on one of boredom and disinterest. He cut into his steak with the precision of a surgeon. “What sort of projects are you working on in my studio lately?” She folded the paper to the stock section, knowing her husband would want to view it next and slid it back towards him. It made him more, relaxed, if that term could ever be applied to him, when she anticipated his needs or wants. “Just a painting of the hibiscus that is now in bloom.” When he started eating again, she followed suit. Pinching the stem of the delicate crystal she took a sip of her wine. One might expect she would want to be intoxicated for what she felt was coming. She could almost feel her husbands want. But she sipped daintily, controlling her intake. As much as it rankled her, she didn’t react to him referring to it at his studio. She did not need the reminder that nothing was her own. Her voice was smooth and she spoke with confidence, “I also took a walk this morning, which I cut short due to a stumble on the path.” Oruku sliced another piece of meat off his steak. The knife so sharp he barely had to use any pressure. “Oh? A loose cobblestone was there? We can’t have that now can we?” She took a calming breath. They both knew the reason for her stumble. “No, it was my fault.” She did not want the gardener to be punished.

Oruko pushed, “Come now dear you must have done more than that today?” Immogene was tempted to tell him to ask her ‘Shadows’ what she had done. “I’m experimenting with a new style. Using plaster to help give some added depth.” Shredder only nodded. His mind was on other things. He signalled to one of the servants near by. “We need more wine, the Bordeux from the 1909 collection. Consider yourself lucky I do not punish you for not having it already.” The servant hurried away to get the bottle. Oruko turned his attention back to her. “It’s hard to find adequate help these days. She did not miss the sarcasm. He then eyed her plate which wasn’t as empty as his. “You haven’t finished your meal yet, is the steak not to your liking?” There it was. She could almost hear the blood lust on his voice. He was looking for any excuse to kill someone and then, while riding the high, would take her. “There is nothing wrong with my steak and the juniper berry and thyme butter is the perfect accompaniment.” Oruko chuckled deeply. “Of course. You expected anything less?” Immogene shook her head. “No, husband. Everything is always perfect.”

Oruko was becoming impatient. Granted, he could just have the cook dragged out and killed on principle but would bide his time a little longer. Immogene took another sip of wine. Her husband expected her to drink the fine wines he procured. Oruko picked his glass up and drained it. Alcohol did not effect him as it did others. His size and how his body processed the drink made him need much more than the average person. The servant was now back with the new bottle and sighed in relief that he made it back just as his Master drained the last dregs in the glass. He hurried to the table while uncorking the bottle. Lady Luck was not on his side. Immogene watched in horror as he tripped just as he reached Oruko. “Please no.” The whispered words left her lips as the dark red wine spilled on the silk shirt and fine jacket her husband wore. A suit which costed as much as most men made in a year. The man apologized profusely while her breathing became low and shallow. The Shredders eyes were now red.

Despite the fury that raged in his eyes, he was relaxed, or so it appeared. Taking a slow deep breath, he eased himself back in the seat as he ever so slowly inched his fork down to the plate. His expression was almost emotionless, one might even say calm, eerily calm as his fingers delicately glided along the handle of his steak knife. He would have been lying if he didn’t say he didn’t find it enjoyable in watching the foolish servant sweat and practically fall to his knees as he begged for mercy. As if that ever worked, all it really did was stir his bloodlust and arouse his deep hunger and desires.

Shredders red gaze locked slowly onto his wife’s emerald eyes. Staring deeply into the woman’s orbs, the ruthless leader could feel his blood boiling in arousal at his wife’s horrified expression. Completely ignoring the pathetic urchin’s pleas, he saw his wife’s lush teasing red lips part as if she was about to beg for the fools life. Just the thought of her begging sent the fiend over the edge. As quick as a lightning strike, Shredder grasped the handle firmly before swiping the blade right across the mans jugular with ease. The servants eyes widened in disbelief as a shower of arterial blood squirted onto the table and its occupants. His hands flailed frantically trying to cover the gaping wound before a garbled grunt left his lips. Shredder, without even batting an eye, lodged the knife into the mans gut, twisted and yanked the serrated edge up the mans sternum. The servants intestines spilled out from his stomach and a rank stench filled the air. Shredder then pulled the knife out and it was followed by gush of blood that poured to the floor as the body collapsed onto it.

Shredder wore a deadpan and cold expression and he casually eyed the knife as if a speck of dust had gotten on the blade. Feeling the mans blood all over his hand he ignored it in favour of how the blood warmed his skin where the wine had spilled. He appeared un-phased by the dead man lying in a pool of his own blood and effluent and cut into his meat. “Hmm. Oh Immogene remind me to order a new carpet will you? This one is of the poorest quality.” He mutters and takes a bite nodding his head in approval, “You’re right the juniper and thyme really adds to the flavour,”. She stared in horror as her husband ate with the gore covered knife as if nothing was wrong.

Oruko looked up and his jaws slowed as he took in the splattered blood on his wife’s face. His jaw clenched tightly as he could feel his cock beneath his pants throbbing eagerly. The combination from the fresh kill to seeing the lovely face painted in blood was too much. Inhaling sharply, Shredder sat up straighter, “Bedroom..,” he commanded while stabbing the knife hard into the table top, “Now.,”. His tone dropped to a deep vicious growl and followed his wife to his room. Shredder merely glanced to his men as if saying, ‘Take out this garbage will you,’ and walked to the bedroom.

Hearing the door shut behind him, Shredder stared dangerously at the woman before nodding his head towards the wall. He didn’t need to tell her what to do, like a good obedient wife she knew exactly what his expectations were. Undoing the tie around his neck, he dropped it to the floor. “Spread and apply the oil,” he demanded and watched with lustfilled eyes as she spread her legs before him. The red gaze only adverted when she grabbed the bottle and poured the lubricant onto her hand. It was a necessary task, otherwise she could tear. The teachings of his sect proclaimed it was a wife’s duty to please their husband. Nothing was mentioned about female pleasure or the need to give her pleasure. Shredder’s hand ever so slowly ran along the side of her leg, feeling her soft skin and leaving a trail of red along its path. Reaching her hips, his fingers dug into the bone and pulled her ass more towards him. He hummed in approval while hands wandered over her curves, “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?,” His fingers found the hem of her dress hiking it up high enough for him to get a good view of her voluptuous ass. He groped the round globes before roughly grabbing her panties and tugging them to the side.

Undoing his slacks and letting them slide to his ankles he grasped his cock and stroked it a few times before aligning his hips with hers, “I know you’ve been waiting all day for this, my wife,” He seized a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, causing a sharp gasp to leave her lips. Oruko smiling against her skin was all the warning she had before he firmly thrust into her folds. Closing her eyes she rested her forehead against the brick. Shredder pushed her upper body more against the wall and his cock slowly began pumping into her slick heat. His lips curled in a wicked grin. Oruko was enjoying the sight of the blood covering her body from his hands and clothing. “Immogene..you look so beautiful...bathed in blood,” His lips pressed into her neck and his hand wandered up her body to grope her breasts. Then they lifted higher and wrapped around her neck. He hissed in her ear, “moan for me Immogene. Or I would pity the next maid that dares to cross my path,”. The threat in his voice was unmistakable.

Gathering herself she let a whimper leave her lips. Oruko groaned and she whimpered louder wanting him to finish. The sounds of his flesh slapping against hers filled the room. He pulled her close and his thrusting became erratic. She dragged her nails against the brick breaking a few and chipping the polish. Finally she felt him fill her pussy with shot after shot of hot seed. The only sound he made was a drawn out moaning growl. One last firm thrust and he rested his head against her shoulder. Immogene let out the breath she’d been holding and Oruko’s cum started to drip out past his softening member. He pulled out and she felt a gush of fluid trickle down her inner thigh. “I hope that was to your satisfaction, my dear.” He gave her ass one last squeeze and retreated to his private bathroom. “Clean yourself and then come to bed.” A tremble started in her when the bathroom door closed but she pulled herself together.

She should be used to this by now, but she knew she never would. Gone were her girlhood fantasies of having a loving and passionate partner. She made her way to the bathroom and stepped into the shower clothes and all. A few tears slipped down her cheeks along with the water while red rivulets ran down the drain. She undid the corset, peeled the dress over her head and took her undergarments off. Amber would collect them later. Knowing her husband would be expecting her to join him soon, she finished up and quickly combed her wet hair.

Oruko was already softly snoring when she came to the bed. He was on his back, his hands folded over his rib cage. Her eyes flicked to his nightstand, there a letter opener had been left on top of some of the more personal correspondence he received. A smile spread over her husbands features. “I love how you contemplate killing me, wife. It keeps things interesting, don’t you think?” Immogene’s lips curled in anger before she lifted the covers and crawled into bed. It was some time before sleep claimed her.

To be continued…

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