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turtlecleric · 11 months ago

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Not a request more of a horny thought I had involving 07!raph and leo sharing 👀

One of the boys deciding he wants to be a little shit to his brother, which involves fucking the reader, filming it and sending it to him. Like IMAGINE the sexual tension? Leo being the one who wants to OWN you receiving a video of Raph fucking you brainless. Or Raph getting one where Leo's being asshole self in his "ownership" role over you.

It becoming a sexy lil race over who gets you to sing the loudest or cum the hardest 😩

Just me? 👀

Oh nonnie... what an excellent thought... thank you for sharing.

I'm actually in a terrible horrible no good mood, so I'm taking this and twisting it a bit for my own purposes. If anyone takes this exact prompt and runs with it, though, please tag me >:)

cw: angry Raph, choking, rough sex, maybe even dub con tbh considering not everything is understood and agreed upon by both parties involved, idk I can barely think. nsfw obviously

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When Raph climbs through your window, he’s mumbling something about stupid fucking Leo with his stupid fucking… something. You can’t quite make it out. Your only thought is ‘yikes’ before Raph turns his glare on you.

Huh. That sure does something to you.

His chest is heaving as he paces, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he clenches and unclenches his fists. Back and forth in front of your window, he paces, and mumbles, and stares at you with a gaze that burns your skin and quickens your pulse.

You should… talk to him. Ask him what’s wrong. Maybe try to pull him onto the couch, get him to relax a bit. See if he’ll let you scratch his shell in that way he likes but will never admit. You don’t take sides when the boys are at each other’s throats - that was a rule you established from the very beginning - but you should at least try to offer some comfort.

The way he’s looking at you, though. It has you frozen.

Suddenly he stops. Quiets. Tilts his head. You can’t read the shift in his expression before he’s stalking toward you and grabbing your upper arm. He yanks you off the couch, his grip just shy of bruising, and pulls you toward the bedroom. You stumble behind him, almost tripping over your own feet, but he doesn’t slow.

For the first time, you feel… afraid.

His hand leaves your arm just for him to lift you by the waist and toss you onto the bed like you weigh nothing. You’re still bouncing from the landing when you feel him clawing at your pants, pulling them roughly off of you before doing the same with your underwear. It makes you yelp, makes you instinctively press your legs together once your bottom half is bare. He stills for a moment, peering down at you where he’s still standing by the side of the bed. You can feel your heart thundering in your chest. Your breaths match his now - quick and unsteady. His eyes glance to the side, then back at you, and then he’s pacing again while you watch him with confusion.

“Raph. Wh-”

“Don’t,” he snarls, still pacing. Still staring. Your mouth snaps shut, watching him with wide eyes. He seems to make a decision and crawls onto the bed and over you, straddling your waist. Your shirt is quickly lifted over your head and tossed to the side, and he pauses for a moment when he sees that you’re already braless. A bit of the rage in his face eases, that dangerous aura that clings to him lessening slightly. You can’t help but notice that you’re shaking a little bit. You wonder if he notices. You wonder if he cares.

Raph’s arms come up behind his head, and you don’t realize he’s untying his mask until it’s already off. It’s a shock when he starts fastening it onto you. Even more of a shock when he twists it so that you can’t see through the eye holes. Then he speaks, and the growl in his voice makes a chill run down your spine.

“You’re mine. Got that?”

This is… new. Usually Leo is the one who likes that kind of thing, not Raph.

You must hesitate too long, because suddenly there’s a hand around your throat squeezing. It makes you gasp, the wheeze of air in your trachea cutting off into aborted choking sounds as his grip continues to tighten. You nod frantically, and his grip eases enough for you to breathe shakily. The hand moves to snatch both of your wrists and pin them above your head.

“Say it,” Raph growls. His voice has a dangerous edge to it. An edge that’s never, never been aimed at you before.

“I’m yours.”

“Don’t move your hands.” His grip on your wrists disappears, and you obey as you feel him lean back. He starts shifting and doing something above you. You can’t tell. You don’t know what he’s doing, but he’s… not even touching you. And with his mask over your eyes, you only have what you hear, what you feel, to go off of.

His center of gravity shifts, and you hear the soft sound of something being placed near your head. You want to ask, but then he’s scooting back until he’s no longer on top of you. His hands pry your legs open, and then he’s holding the underside of your thighs and pressing them back so you’re spread for him. You feel his tongue press flat against your folds and drag up and over your clit. It pulls a surprised gasp out of you, and he retracts his tongue long enough to talk.

“Let me hear it, doll. I want to hear all your sounds, nice and loud, okay? What do you say?”

“Yes, Raphael.”

It’s odd. Odd to not be saying Leo’s name when you answer that. But what the boys want during one-on-one time is their business, and the churr that you hear makes your chest swell despite the uneasiness that lingers. You don’t really have time to dwell on it, anyway, since he’s diving back in like he’s starving. Like it’s his last meal. Usually he takes it slower than this, but tonight it seems like he’s determined to make you reach your peak as fast as he possibly can. Steady swirls of his tongue around your clit. That addictive friction, followed by his fingers prodding at your entrance. Pushing, massaging, stretching you open for him until you’re squirming. You make a sound of distress when he pulls his mouth and fingers away, and he laughs.

His voice is husky when he speaks again. Not quite the same danger there, but just as dark. “You want my cock inside of you, sweetheart?”

Something about the way that he says it makes your breath hitch, and you hear him chuckle again. Still, he hasn’t moved, so you swallow thickly and give him what he apparently wants from you tonight. “Yes, Raphael. Please.”

“Please what?”

You’re already sweating, flushed from him working you open, but the smirk in his voice makes you blush fiercely. “Please- please put your cock in me, Raphael.”

“Atta girl,” he says, moving immediately to line himself up and push into you. Raph’s hands curl around your hips. He rubs his thumbs back and forth across your skin, then presses them into the muscle at the top of where your thighs start. With a deliberate, slow thrust, he pushes in. You try to focus on breathing, but the feeling of him spearing you open is something you don’t think you’ll ever get used to. It makes your head tip back so your throat is bared, makes you arch your spine as a sound you can’t begin to describe comes out of you.

God. Fuck.

You start to move your arms down to hold onto him before you remember his order to keep your wrists in place.

“Being such a good slut for me,” he rumbles, starting to move. “You like being good for me? A pretty little slut, just for me?”

There’s something in his tone that you can’t pick up on, but it’s hard to think past the sparks he’s igniting inside of you. Still, you know what you’re supposed to do. You’ve been trained well enough to not have to think too much about it. “Ye- ah! Yes, Rah - Raphael.”

There’s only him. His smell, all around you. His hands, starting to roam over your stomach, your chest, your sides, painting lines of goosebumps across your skin as he pants. His cock making you feel so, so full as he moves inside of you. It’s embarrassing - the sounds he’s pulling out of you tonight. High-pitched whines and broken moans that sound a little bit like you’re in pain, a little bit like you’re crying, but you can’t focus on that. You can only focus on him.

“You’re gonna come for me, baby. Just for me.”

His speed and force is picking up by the second. He’s so much rougher than usual, and you can’t help the whimpers and gasps that slip out of you with each thrust. Shivers start to roll through you, and you can feel it building. Closer, closer, closer still as he pistons in and out of you. The friction is driving you crazy, and you can’t help but move your hips with him, chasing that release. When it finally comes, the noise that comes out of you is a long, broken thing that you can’t ever remember making before.

There’s nothing but him, him, him. Making you float above your body as you ride that high. Through the haze in your mind, you feel him shifting above you even as he continues to fuck you into the mattress. You still haven’t fully come down yet when Raph’s hand fists in your hair. The bottom of his plastron vibrates against your stomach when he growls out his next words.

“Who made you come, baby? Who do you belong to?”

Your breath stutters in your lungs when you inhale. God, you still can’t think. You feel like you might actually still be coming, but he wants you to answer. You need to answer. Fuck, what are you… fuck.

When you do manage to get control of your mouth enough to respond, you vaguely think this might be the most wrecked your voice has ever sounded.

Across the city, Leo’s hand cracks his phone in half when he hears you say, “You, Raphael.”

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#turtlecleric scrolls #07!raph #viole(n)t #this was. the perfect catharsis #thank you nonnie #asks #this one... is not my favorite #but it did help me feel better so #shrug emoji

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