HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE (2009) Deleted Scene

HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE (2009) Deleted Scene

asking raph for literally anything, is SUCH an ego boost for him. Specifically only when *you* ask him to do something, with your long pretty lashes. Looking up at him, “Raph, could you change the light bulb in this room for me?”

It never fails to send a shiver down his spine or give him like, asmr tingles in his brain.

with all of the fuzzy, tingly feelings going on.. he can never resist any request from you. With a half smile and a daze look in his eyes, staring down at you. “Sure sweet stuff. Can’t have you stacking up boxes again. could’ve killed ya’ self.

He gets a little jealous when you ask his brothers for stuff. He wants to be the only one you need, you know?

Anytime you ask ANY of his brothers even for the tiniest thing like “hey can you get that off the shelf?” He ALWAYS gotta say something.

“Why does he need ta’ do it?” Huffing and shit, he’s such a pissy baby.

Shit hits the fan when it’s Vern or Casey. He’s sitting down? Nah, he’s jumping up to do it himself. He’s a few feet away? Man is SPRINTING

I think you would find it funny and adorable. How he just wants to be the one to help you. After you guys get together, he calms down a bit. The jealousy isn’t as high as it was before.

To me, Raph has some issues with feeling insecure. So, when you ask him to do these things, I don’t know it’s like.. it makes him feel wanted.

TW; porn with no plot(?), afab!reader, female pronouns used for reader, male masturbation mentioned, creampie (use protection irl<3), dacryphilia. 18+ ONLY. Minors stay away.

Raphael 110% makes you beg for him when you two have sex.

I think the second or third time you guys have sex he’s suddenly on this “beg for me” bs.

Don’t get me wrong! It’s hot, I like it you know. But this man…. He’s mid-fucking you and he just stops abruptly just to press you against him and still himself inside you.

You are both on the brink of finishing, both shaking and whining. You have tears in your eyes, you were so ready to cream his dumb cock. “Raphie! Why! I was gonna cum”

“I know baby.. I know. But I need you- f-fuck to beg for my cum inside you. Please baby jus’ do it”

He wants- no scratch that he *needs* to hear you say it. Before you guys even got together, he was fucking his fist almost every night to the thought of you whimpering and begging him to fuck you.

He doesn’t want that to be only a mere fantasy, he wants you to be desperate for him as he is for you.

You’re a little confused at first. He keeps twitching inside you. Making you whine and squeeze around him in turn. “I wanna cum, Raphael, please.” Tears are streaming down your face at this point. Your lower lip wobbling, cheeks flushed from the stimulation and embarrassment.

The high-pitched whine you give with your “please” is music to his ears, but it’s not enough. He won’t lie, he’s being greedy in this moment. Soaking in the view he’s getting, trying to memorize everything.

Normally he hates seeing you cry, breaks his heart. But you look so pretty. It’s like sparkles in your eyes. It makes his dick pulse, watching the fat globs of tears go down your pretty face.

His big hands squeezing your thighs, feet perched on top of his shoulders. He lowers himself down to your jaw, lapping up your tears. Planting his hands on the bed next to your shoulders. He’s bending you in half this way, making you whine in his ear.

His cock somehow reaching deeper. “You can do better then that. Beg for it, or you don’t cum.” He’s panting hotly in your ear. His hips jolting against you.

You moan at the action, you finally catch on to what’s happening. You bring your hands up from where they were tearing at the sheets to force him to look at you. Hooking your arms around his neck.

“Come on, please Raph. Wanna feel your cum inside me.” Your delicate hands now placed on each sides of his face, looking straight into his eyes. Hazy with lust and desire staring down at you. Your own beginning to tear up again.

You start babbling and whining at him now, your voice is so loud. You bet that everyone can hear you right now but you can’t seem to care. Your moans consisting of ‘please’ ‘fuck me’ ‘come on, want your cum’

Groaning at your words, he lifts one hand to hold your jaw. Messily kissing you, licking inside your mouth. It’s more or so just you moaning in his mouth while he makes out with you.

He takes both of his hands to tightly grab your hips to start vigorously pumping in and out of you. He stops kissing you to lick and bite at your neck. Your yelps mix in with your moans when he nips at your neck a bit too hard.

“Y-ya’ so perfect, sweet stuff. So so perfect. All for me, yeah?”

He angles his cock to hit your sweet spot, knowing he got it when you let out a high-pitched “Raph!”

“You’ve been such a good girl”- when he feels that tight pressure around him, hindering his pace, he knows he said something right. He has a wild smirk plastered on his face.

“And good girls-“ he starts rubbing your clit at a rapid pace “-get ta’ cum.”

Your orgasm hits you right away. You see stars as your insides spasm around him. Your whole body shaking, eyes rolling back, tongue hanging out. You look so fucked out.

Raphael grips onto your hips like a life-line. Pressing himself as though he could possibly get any deeper inside of you.

Little whimpers escape your throat as you feel the hot sticky spunk fill your pussy.

You keep squirming under his hold. The overstimulation to much for you to handle, but he’s too strong and not really all there. All he can hear is his own heartbeat as he’s filling you up.

Getting out of his stupor, he slowly slides out of you, hissing at the sensation.

He manhandles you so he can lay on his shell with you on top of him. Rubbing your back as you both calm your breathing.

He has a cocky smirk on his face when you go to look at him. “Ya’ wanna be my good girl, huh?”

“You’re one to talk, sadist!” You have a goofy smile on your face, a slight blush from previous activities and for being exposed.

~~~~~~

Raphael has to dress you and carry you in the morning and for basically that whole day afterwards.

His brothers definitely look a little peeved the morning after.

Severus: What an idiot!

Severus: *realizes it’s you*

Severus: Oh, hey! That’s my idiot!

Imagine sitting next to Snape at dinner and rambling on about your day:

He has to pretend to be annoyed by your constant chatter but can’t keep from smiling a little anyway

As Avatar gets a spike in fandom attention and specifically from monster fucker x reader fans and blogs. Please be super fucking careful not to dehumanize the Na'vi. I already saw some things that seemed like kidnapping and that just.....doesn't sit right with me.

The Na'vi are quite literally indigenous people. What makes them fall into the monster fucker category is their alien differences and NOT that they are indigenous. PLEASE remember that and call out people who don't understand that line.

This is quite literally one of the very few safe spaces in fandom for indigenous people that we are finally going to be getting on a worldwide medium. We will be reading and enjoying your content. We see ourselves in it. If we're reduced to savage scary harmful things you not only miss the point of these movies but are turning harmful stereotypes into your fetish. Please for the love of Creator be careful and remember the distinction.

There's nothing wrong with finding the Na'vi attractive. Nothing wrong with x readers and ocs and everything like that. Wanting to experience Pandora and all the rich beautiful things the Na'vi can provide. I would adore a boom in the Avatar fandom. I as an indigenous person will have a lot of fun creating my own, it's something I've never had before. But please try to avoid white saviour complexes or fetishizing indigenous culture and caricatures.

The Animal Inside - Donatello x reader

Universe: Teenage Mutant Teenage Turtles (Paramount movieverse)

Rating: XXX (turtle sex)

Characters: Donatello, [You]

Summary: Donny didn’t often get aggravated or angry. You weren’t sure how to handle him when he did. Lucky for you, though, his anger could be funneled into more…productive things.

You were working in your lover’s lab, specifically using his desk to alter a blueprint of his (he’d asked), when he came storming in, talking in a lightning-fast tirade.

“–does he think he is telling me how to act I had everything under control and he just jumped in like the damn diva he is and pretended like he saved the day and then to get all self-righteous about it too his brain’s overflowing with dopamine the fool he’s gonna get himself hurt next time and I won’t be there to stitch him up–”

You blinked, having a hard time following what he was saying. He was circling the island table now, gesturing nothing in particular, and when he got to your side you put your arm out to catch him.

“Whoa, Don, hang on,” you said, getting his attention.

He looked at you, but his eyes were far away, his nostrils flaring. You’d never seen him like this and didn’t know what to do about it.

“What happened?” you demanded.

“I have skill!” he snapped in reply.

You fully agreed. “Well, yeah, but–” you started.

He cut you off, working himself up again. “I have plenty of skill! I don’t need anyone watching me or checking for mistakes o-or yelling at me if I don’t get something done in 0.0043 seconds like he wants and then acting like a freaking arrogant demigod when he does what I was going to do first!”

What the hell was he talking about? You had no words for this, no idea what you should say.

Then, to your surprise, Donny started up again – this time outlining some kind of physical fighting moves you couldn’t follow – and grabbed you by the thighs, hefting you up onto the desk in a fluid motion.

You couldn’t help a gasp at the motion, wondering what the hell he was doing now. He shoved the rolling chair out of the way with a violent kick, making it roll until a wheel caught on a cord and made it flip over.

Jesus. Fists on the desk on either side of you, Donny drew in close, and you found yourself thinking, Who is this guy? It wasn’t the Donatello you knew and loved – but you found yourself feeling thrills at his behavior all the same.

You could come to like this side of him.

“–and I can manage a fucking spinning kick just fine, you know that!” he ended his tirade, chest heaving with his outburst.

Still lost, you gave a tentative, “Sure?”

That wasn’t the answer he’d been looking for. You saw his eyes narrow behind his glasses, then he flung them off his head – you didn’t see where they went, but you heard something collide and shatter – and then he was mashing his mouth against yours, giving you an aggressive and needy kiss unlike any you’d shared before.

Holy shit, he was crazed! And, well, maybe you liked it…okay, you really liked it, but it wasn’t your fault! He’d never been forceful like this before and it was giving you delicious little quivers.

His grip bordered on bruising as he clutched you against him, his tongue invading your mouth with rough strokes. A part of you was so off-balance right then that you kept trying to withdraw, wanting to double-check and make sure this was the same turtle you knew.

He never let you get far, and eventually you ended up lying back on the desk with him bent over you, still devouring your mouth. With nowhere left to go, you could only moan and scratch at him, his actions starting to arouse the hell out of you.

Between kisses, he bit out, “Don’t–need him–to fucking–critique me!”

Good god, he’d never sworn like this either and you couldn’t help feeling turned on by it. Whatever his reasons for being so upset, you were weirdly happy it’d happened.

Then he drew back, breaking the kiss with an obscene smack, and his hands went right for the button of your shorts. Shocked but aroused at once, you swung your gaze over to the lab’s door – a freaking curtain – as your lover yanked your shorts open.

Your heart was pounding, going a mile a minute, when he divested you of your lower garments, still ranting about whatever-it-was as he went (you couldn’t really focus on his words anymore). Then, kneeling down, he brought his mouth between your legs.

You yelped, pleasure ricocheting through you, and clamped both hands over your mouth. His hands gripped your thighs where he wanted them as he set in, devouring you, and for lack of any supporting objects you rested your heels on his shell.

That talented mouth of his did wonders; you were wet in no time, and he yanked his head back with such an incredibly strong suck that you cried out, shuddering. Son of a bitch! That one move made your nipples harden to damn rocks!

Before you even had time to recover and catch your breath from his frenzied pleasuring, he was on you again, sucking on your lips and tongue. You felt his cock then, prodding at your entrance, and somehow you managed to feel surprised by that. Maybe because you hadn’t seen it coming – and you always saw it coming. Until now, Donny had always made sure of that.

He was so gifted in this arena that he’d unfailingly taken the time to let you get mentally prepared for it.

Not this time.

You’d taken it enough times by now that you knew that part wasn’t going to be an issue, but his demanding manner made you a little hesitant. His behavior so far suggested he was about to pound you into the wall. Logically, that gave you pause – emotionally, you almost creamed yourself.

Then he was pushing inside and you moaned against his mouth, such sweet pleasure rushing through you as he started to fill you up. He was more controlled now than he’d been a moment before, pressing in and receding gently enough to let you get used to his girth. But that didn’t last any longer than it needed to.

The moment he was fully sheathed and you were moaning in approval, he set in at a quick, hard pace that had you jolting from each thrust. He hooked his arms under your knees, holding them aloft while he hammered you like a bent nail.

You were lost in seconds, unable to focus on anything except holding on for dear life. When Donny broke the kiss and started nipping at your neck, pleasure singing through you and making you give a near-constant string of cries, you heard him still muttering.

His mind was never in fewer than two places at once, even now. But while you definitely heard some ranting, you were also starting to hear compliments – talking about how hot you felt and how you squeezed him every time he bit you.

It only seemed to spur him on more.

Suddenly he reeled back, standing upright and grasping your hips tight. The position gave him the freedom to snap his own hips harder and faster than before, and for a moment you were scared he was going to launch you clear off the desk. You reached out and snagged his suspenders, clinging to them for stability – his vigorous motions made one of them snap loose and fling over his shoulder.

Giving up on that endeavor, you grabbed the desk instead. Squelching and clapping sounds – along with your own pleasured screams – echoed in the lab, an audible representation of just how fucking good it felt. Your entire body was shuddering by now, and when you heard Donny gasp, “–love you so god damn much–!” you came.

Hard.

Point of fact, you squirted, the pleasure so intense you felt but couldn’t hear your own scream. Your lover just kept on railing you the whole time, until your eyes rolled back and you forgot how to breathe.

Between your ringing ears and numb body and heaving chest, you missed what he did next, but when you started to come back to reality you felt he was biting you again. Mouth on your neck and arms around your middle, he was clinging to you, and you could feel his cock pulsing inside you.

Ho. Ly. Shit.

You were practically wheezing as you caught your breath, body shuddering and shaking – most notably your legs – but you managed to get out, “Holy…fucking…shit…whatever…just…pissed…you off…keep…doing it!”

He groaned against you, making your throat vibrate, and you took that as an ‘affirmative’.

Again, my friend @sultrysirens wrote this steamy piece. If you like steamy, check out their Raphael fic, The Dancer