Asking Raph For Literally Anything, Is SUCH An Ego Boost For Him. Specifically Only When *you* Ask Him

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.

Images from Avatar: The Way of Water: The Visual Dictionary

Keep Quiet...NSFW!

It was movie night in the Lair. Michelangelo had invited you all to join him in watching a bad horror movie and eating too much junk food. You had said yes, of course, you always loved spending time with the turtles. And you knew Leonardo would be there too. His training and your life had gotten in the way of your quality time. And if watching one of Mikey’s old movies meant a little cuddling, then you were all for it. But Leonardo, it seemed, wanted a little more then cuddles. Twenty minutes into the movie, his hand had started rubbing your thigh. You hadn’t minded much but you soon came to regret wearing that short dress. His hand was now between your thighs, rubbing the outside of your panties. Passion began to burn inside of you as his fingers toyed with your pussy. It was too good and you were having trouble resisting. You struggled between pushing him away or asking for more. Maybe it had been too long since you’d spent time together, because you were ready to take him right then and there. Instead you quickly stood up, mumbling about getting something to drink, and speed walked into the empty kitchen. Leonardo had gotten up as well. You knew it. He had followed you into the kitchen. You knew that too. And, as you leaned against the counter, he came up behind you. His hips pressed against your ass, grinding just so. You wanted to moan, but a sudden scream from the TV reminded you how close the others were. Leonardo didn’t seem to care. His hands snuck around your hips, pulling up your dress and revealing your black panties. “You know what is one of the most important things a ninja must study?” he asked, his voice soft. His hands had returned to their little game, rubbing your pussy through the thin material. You shook your head, a spike of passion shooting through you. You knew he would tell you. “Silence. We rely on it. We test ourselves for it. Do you think you can be tested, Y/N? Do you think you can pass?” Your panties were slowly, so slowly, being pulled down. Half way down your thighs, he left them there in display and returned to your pussy. Already, you were wet. Already, you were struggling with holding back your moans. The light from the TV outlined your bodies as his fingers teased you, rubbing circles around your clit. You wanted to cry out. You wanted to say his name, beg him for more. You wanted more then just his fingers. But, you reminded yourself. The others were just outside. One or all of them could walk in at any time and catch you in the dirty little act. The thought only made you wetter, though, and Leonardo smiled. He had you right where he wanted you. “You’re doing so well, love.” the turtle whispered, encouraging you. “You’re doing so good, not making at sound for me.” He kissed your neck, your weakness (one of many at his disposal) and you nearly moaned. But you didn’t. You thought that, perhaps, that was it. You were horny as hell, your juices streaming down your thighs, but his fingers had stopped teasing you. You felt relief. Until you realized that he was listening. Someone was coming. Mikey had come into the kitchen, reaching for some extra snacks when he noticed you. You thanked the universe that it was too dark for him too see. You retracted that thank you when Leonardo continued his little game, even faster this time. Even better. You barely managed to gold back a scream as Leonardo’s fingers began to rub you quickly. “You two okay?” Mikey asked. Leonardo answered for you. “Yeah. Y/N’s got a little headache though. We might just head to bed here shortly.” “Aw, that sucks! I hope you feel better.” You nodded quickly, praying that Mikey would just leave already, and the turtle turned around and left. Leonardo kissed your neck once again, whispering “You’re almost there, love, almost done. Can you finish for me?” Moans were bubbling up inside of you, threatening to spill out. You wanted to scream and shout his name but, no, it would ruin the game. You nodded. And Leonardo slid and finger inside of your pussy. You shook with pleasure as his finger slowly fucked you. Your legs nearly gave out when he added another one. You were shaking and shivering and, fuck, you were so close. You were going to cum and you wondered if it was allowed. You wondered if cumming was a part of his test. Leonardo could feel your passion about to burst inside of you and said into your ear, “Cum. Right here, with everyone so close. Of you can keep quiet, you’ll be rewarded…if you can’t, you’ll be punished.” Just as he finished, you came, his name being chanted in your mind. Your juices spilled out of your pussy as your hips rocked. But you did it. You didn’t make a single sound. You had passed his test. Leonardo smiled as he removed his fingers, licking your juices off of them. God, if He wasted one more second teasing you…But he didn’t. He pulled up your panties and picked you up, holding you to his chest. Your arms wrapped around the turtle as he gave you a quick kiss. “I believe you have earned a reward, love.” He walked out of the kitchen and towards his bedroom, casually telling the others a quick goodnight. When the door was locked and you were both naked, Leonardo smiled sweetly. “Let’s see how loud I can make you.” be said, his voice dripping with lust. You whimpered now and the turtle smirked. He could do better then that. Much better.

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

Friendly reminder that they-

ARE CHILDREN.

Tattoos

Pairing: Tonowari & Ronal / Reader

Word Count: 1,297

Warnings: Minor Way of Water spoilers, minor pain.

Summary: Every Metkayina receives a tattoo after an important life event, and tattoos hold a deep meaning. After defeating a beast to protect your people, the time has come for you to receive another.

Tattooing was a sacred practice to your people. A tattoo on one's chest represented safety and security. Tattoos on one's arms were the marks of a warrior; signifying strength. You were due for the latter. You sat in your home, head bent forward as cool hands swept across your back. Ronal was nothing if not thorough. You shuddered while her fingertips took their time tracing their way across your skin, the pads of them making a journey over your left shoulder blade and onto your arm itself.

"It should be here." Her hand grasped the top of your bicep. It wasn't far from your first tattoo; a circlet of dark waves around your muscle that you had received as a young hunter. "The mark of a warrior." Her hand lingered longer than it needed to, filling your heart with warmth. Though you weren't fragile in the slightest, she still handled you gently. It was endearing.

"I am not a warrior," you stated bluntly. "I hunt."

She squeezed your shoulder once firmly and let go, rising off of her knees to cross the floor of your shared home. You didn't turn; listening to her movements rather than watching them. You heard her shuffle around and knew she was gathering the necessary items to complete your ritual.

"You are a warrior." Her footsteps were becoming closer once again. The netting beneath the two of you dipped as she joined you once more. She knelt at your side and took your arm in her hands again. You turned your head to meet her gaze.

Passionate.

Ronal was passionate. It was one of the things you loved about her; and you would never deny that fact. Your love for her was something to be proud of.

"If that is what you say," you relented. Truthfully, trying to refute anything she said was a waste of time. She had a comeback ready for everything, iron clad points always in tow. Even now she smiled wryly. She leaned forward, rewarding your agreement with a gentle touch of her forehead on yours.

"It is." You felt her breath against your face when she spoke. You yearned for her to move closer. To break the gap between you. But at the same time, you reveled in the tenderness behavior a simple forehead touch. She pulled back, her head turned towards the entrance of your home. Your eyes followed hers. In the entryway was a form you recognized well. The completion of your heart. Tonowari's head was tilted every so slightly to the side with question.

"Is it ready?" He asked.

"Nearly." Ronal's fingers moved up and down on your arm, digging ever so slightly into one spot. It was her duty to find the perfect spot to mark your skin with ink. The place that Eywa would approve of; and the place that you would approve of. "Have you come to watch?"

"I have come to help." Amusement punctuated his words. He stride forward and knelt down in front of you, joining both you and Ronal where you sat. He reached out and took your other hand, cradling it in his palm. "Are you feeling well?"

You scoffed, playful. "Ma Tonowari, I have been tattooed before," you said. "I am not a baby."

"She is feeling fine." You yelped when Ronal delivered a swift pinch to your arm, gathering a small bit of skin between her thumb and forefinger. "No disrespect, ____. Be kind."

She reprimanded you like you were a child. You huffed. Your banter was light-hearted, as always. You would never say anything that would truly upset your mates, just as Ronal would never do anything that truly harmed you. Tonowari watched the both of you exchange words and a fondness overtook his expression. You looked up just in time to spot it. The way his eyes crinkled around the edges when he smiled. The warmth they held. You twisted your lips into an exaggerated pout.

"I am sorry," you said to him. "Forgive me."

"Enough of you," he said, setting his second hand atop yours, keeping it held gently between his. "It is time to begin. If you feel pain-"

"Do not be soft," Ronal interjected. "There will be pain." There was a pause in her words where her own softness leaked through. "It should not be extreme."

"It will not be." You flashed her a reassuring smile, displaying your fangs with the expression. "I am a warrior. Remember?"

"I should have known you would use that." She grabbed your arm a final time, her fingers forming a circlet on the limb. You dutifully fell silent and turned away. While you weren't a coward, you still didn't enjoy the feeling of watching the tattooing practice. Especially when the practice was going on you. Soon after you turned, pinpricks of pain scattered across your flesh. You grimaced.

"Breathe." Tonowari's hands clasped yours firmly while Ronal worked. You dutifully took a deep breath, air rattling through your lungs. The pain wasn't awful. You were slowly getting used to it. Ronal was quick and efficient. You could hear her murmuring to your left, small prayers to Eywa and recollections of your accomplishments. Despite the pain that came alongside the ritual, you couldn't help but revel in the way she held your arm. A tight but gentle grip. A firm, yet somehow lenient hold. Your thoughts could be full of her forever and somehow it still wouldn't be long enough.

And then of course, there was Tonorwari. Strong was easily the word that first came to mind when your thoughts were of him; though he was far more than that. He was kind. He was respectful. He murmured as well, but his words were not for Eywa. They were for you.

"Brave," he was saying. "You are brave."

"It is a tattoo," you replied.

He shook his head and slid one of his hands up your arm. Ronal held your left. He held your right.

"You earned it through bravery," he said. "And you are brave receiving it."

The mere sincerity of his words made your heart beat faster. It was as though the organ was trying to beat hard enough to make itself jump and escape out your throat. Your mates gentle smile turned knowing. Knowing, and teasing.

"Breathe."

You gnashed your teeth together in a mock-snarl, letting him see your fangs. He bared his teeth back once, indulging your playful antics. Then his gaze slid to Ronal's work. You suddenly became aware of the fact that the pain had stopped. He had distracted you, you realized. He drew your attention from the tattooing process, and now it was done.

"What is it?" You asked. You could see a swirling symbol of darkened blue and black on your skin, but it wouldn't be recognizable as any shape until it fully took to you.

Ronal sat back on her heels, admiring what she had done. Admiring you. Again, your heart kicked furiously. You imagined if it could speak that it would likely warn you it was about to explode.

"Water," she responded. Her finger traced a faint shape around the mark, mercifully not touching the raw skin itself. "Surrounding the beast."

"Sentimental."

She huffed and lifted herself up partially, pressing her lips to your hairline. "You are welcome," she said.

You closed your eyes contentedly. This was where you belonged; with your people, in your home on the sea.

With your mates in the place you shared, which was sacred to only the three of you. That was enough to keep you happy for as long as you lived. The memory of your joy would live on long after your death, forever kept alive in Eywa for anyone who wished to listen.

"Thank you," you responded.