In 2022 I Just Want Any Aib Character To Tell Me Im Pretty Lol. Happy New Year, Babe

So this is actually how the cabin scene in ep 1 went

Tell us the story, Master Splinter…

It’s Alright-Mother Mother

Yum, baby, yum

Making out headcanons written in a not-so-headcanon format.

General verses /18+ / Ninja guys are in their mid to late twenties /NSFWish / MDNI

Donatello methodically builds up the heat as if it's a playful game for him. He kisses your shoulders, nibbles your neck, straddles you down, holding your body so close to him that you're sure he can feel every curve. He loves it when the heat of the kisses rises so much that you can't help but moan against his mouth. You're so cute for him. Hmm, more.

Leo moans into your mouth while keeping you straddled on his lap, shamelessly enjoying the friction of your crotch humping over his as his hands grope your ass. Sharing the same breath with you like this is otherworldly. Damn, you're so hot, so soft. He could keep it up for as long as time allows.

Raphael adores it when you’re the one who initiates the touching, gently stroking his head, pulling his bandana, craving the tiniest bit of attention. You're so needy for him, ain'tcha? Lovely. You sensually perch in his lap, and he groans when you grin over his hard, growing bulge. His kiss is wet and always deep, savoring your mouth like it’s the last thing he's gonna taste. You're so fucking delicious.

Mikey is obsessed with your little sighs and moans to the point where he takes pleasure in just listening to you. Prefers to lay down so that he can properly embrace you tightly against him, not leaving a scrap of space between your bodies. He sucks on your lips, nibbling at them, groping your body like he's been starving for it. And you let him handle you all he likes, like a little pretty doll, all for him, all the time, yum.

Teddy: Part 4

A/N: This is filled with fluff, serotonin and a smidgen of sexy...beware.

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“You took that tonight?” Raphael’s lips grazed Y/n’s hairline before he shifted to view the picture closer. The bed protests in his wake but Raphael had already stated that he was going to get Donnie back over here to help him build a more stable bed. This one wasn’t going to cut it. Y/n responded with a laugh thinking that Raph was simply trying to flirt but she was quickly silenced by the look in his eye. Oh god dammit, she thought as she felt the familiar pull of desire fall below her belly. She loved the way that he made her feel and he made her feel a lot. Pressing her lips to his cheek she nuzzled back onto his arm, holding the phone above her head as the picture of Him and Jamie were displayed before them. 

“Send it to me,” she smiled before he watched her swipe up, picking his contact. Fireball? Raphael smirked at the name then smiled as he saw a fire and a turtle emoji beside the name. He watched as she clicked send on the picture and he couldn’t help the bubble that swelled in his chest. 

Sometime while he was entertaining Jamie, Y/n had snuck a picture and he was baffled. She recounted the memory with such care and fondness, never once pointing out the fact that Raph looked like a bull in a china shop; or well, an over six-foot tall mutant turtle in a small New York kitchen. He didn’t belong. Nothing about him screamed for a world or relationship that was built by normalcy. That fact alone, was going to be a difficult hump to get through but, if Y/n remained by his side, he thinks he may have a shot. His arms tightened around her as she snuggled deeper against his chest. He was so cuddly, she was slotted against him while she scrounge around all available pillows and comforters to accommodate his shell so he was comfortable. 

Tonight had been one for the books. So much happened in the span of a few hours. Raphael had met and bonded with Jamie, Y/n met his brothers and then he got the chance to leave Y/n and him absolutely breathless. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he recounted tonight’s earlier session. 

It hadn’t taken them long to do what he has dreamt of for months now. Pushing her against the door was a great idea, she had yelped when the cool, winter-chilled glass pressed into her heated flesh. Her body instinctively arched into his which only spurred him on more. His large hands mapped out the path he’s fantasies about, traveling from her knee, cupping up her thigh before gripping her soft ass in his rough hands. The moan that left him at the feel of her in his hands was swallowed down by Y/n as her tongue swiped against his. Their mouths adjusted, finding the perfect angle to dominate each other, they switched roles constantly until he broke off; leaving a trail of kisses and nips down her neck, before latching onto her exposed shoulder; while his hand squeezed her breast, thumb swiping over a hardened nipple. He loved the way the flesh would squish and pop out from below her top. It was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen until he locked eyes with her. Her breath had come in puffs, cheeks flushed, eyes darkened, lids heavy and looking absolutely ravaged. Seeing the way she had become such a beautiful mess below his hands made his body react. His hips ground into her core and pushed her even deeper against the balcony door. The motion caused a moan to escape as her head lolled to the side, allowing him more access to the thoroughly loved flesh of her neck. His hips jutted again and the grip she had on his biceps created a delicious ache, he knew that she’d be leaving her mark just as well as he was. Their desire was burning bright and burning fast which is why, thinking back Raphael was cursing himself for what he did next.

The heat of the moment was frozen instantly when Raphael felt Y/n play with the belt around his waist, her lithe fingers grazed the sensitive flesh of his hip. His sober mind slingshotted back, giving him whiplash. Reality kicked in. He was in Y/n’s apartment, kissing her as if she was the air he breathed and she just about…uh, fuck. Raphael adjusted her weight until she was hugged to his chest, he was pissed that he choked, his nerves going haywire now that he’s been able to breathe something other than their shared air. Y/n accepted the change in position, her breath tickled the sensitive flesh of his neck as she let out a string of quiet giggles. 

“I think,” another intake of air to regulate her breathing, “this is a good place to stop,” lifting her head she saw the question in his eyes and finished, “for now, Red.” Y/n placed three gentle kisses to his exposed neck to let him know that it was all okay, her body was exhausted and her sleep deprivation was catching up to her. She wanted Raphael but she also wanted sleep. Oh the choices, can’t I have both? Now there’s an idea. 

“Heh, yeah, uh I should…we…” Raphael wasn’t sure what he should do, this was all so very new to him. Sure he’s seen this type of stuff in Mikey’s RomComs but this, Y/n, was different. He wasn’t some sexy, buff male with washboard abs and a killer tan. No, he was a big ass mutant turtle who practiced ninjitsu and only knew about a handful of humans. She lifted her head, placing a kiss to his cheek, then the corner of his mouth before tapping his biceps with a quiet, “I need to stretch,” to which he helped unhook her from around his waist and steadied her until she got feeling back in her toes. Raphael tried not to watch her to gauge what he was supposed to do next. He felt so awkward, and out of place just standing in her living room and looking down at her. Thank god she had been the first to break the brief silence. 

“So…would it be too much if I asked you to stay?” Y/n looked up at Raph, loving the view of him looking absolutely flustered. Having the power to make someone so massive feel breathless and disheveled was intoxicating. She still had his mask gripped in her left hand and could see a dark purple bruise where his jaw met his neck. She couldn’t help the smirk that spread across her face at him wearing her mark; by the way her neck had its own dull throb, she couldn’t wait to see what he had left. Raphael’s barreled chest expanded with each breath and in her fevered mind she wanted to resume her perch against him and memorize each stroke and texture that littered his skin. 

“I’d like that.” Raphael remembers sending a text to Leo to not wait up and that he’d be back tomorrow and surprisingly Leo texted back with a simple ‘okay.’ Raphael was too damn happy to question it so he tucked his phone back into his shorts and called it a night. 

This led to where Y/n and him are at now. She had washed up and changed into another pair of leggings, a new sweatshirt, and thick wool socks. After some trial and error they collected the needed pillows and blankets before finding their groove. Now, it was just past five in the morning and both parties were beyond exhausted, both mentally and physically. So much had happened within the past six hours and sleep was calling to both of them. Tangled together, each finding peace as they drifted off, both dreaming of this new beginning. 

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Y/n’s alarm blared, was it 9am already? Y/n attempted to shift but was quickly brought to life to the realization that she was not alone, his groggy voice rocked her core. 

“Hmm, shut up Mike,” Raphael’s sleepy grumble rumbled, a small string of drool stuck at the corner of his lips as he slept on his chest. Y/n smiled to herself, her body becoming obnoxiously aware of her current position. Raphael’s left arm was wrapped possessively around her waist, their legs intertwined while her right hand had snuck just past his waistband, cupping the top part of his sculpted ass. #blessed, thank you ninjitsu. Y/n snuggled closer, her eyes drifting closed to hopefully get a few more minutes of shut eye before, 

“Mommy,” oh Jamie, baby, I love you…shh. 

“Yes baby?” Y/n tried to sit up knowing her little boy had just walked into her room but Raphael’s arm was heavy and she wasn’t completely awake yet. 

“Can I sleep with you?” How could she say no when he was so adorable? But this was new territory for her, she wasn’t in bed alone this time.

“Yes sweetie, come here, but be quiet, we don’t —,” no sooner did the words leave her mouth before Jamie had jumped onto the bed, straddling her and Raph’s legs. Raphael’s only movement was a twitch of his large foot and another grumble condemning Mikey. 

“Raphie!” Jamie exclaimed, clearly awake and energetic. Before Y/n could advise against it, Jamie jumped and landed on Raphael’s shell with a dull thump. 

“Mornin’ killa’,” Raph’s grumbled reply was a choked chuckle as the lil’ turd that was perched on his back wiggled around. 

“Honey, it’s not nice to jump on people,” Y/n reached for Jamie’s arm but he swatted it away and tried to crawl farther away on the expansive shell below him. 

“It’s alright babe,” babe? Glancing back she saw Raph’s bright amber eyes sparkle in the early morning glow. She’s never seen him in the daylight like this, he’s absolutely beautiful. She couldn’t help it when her arm lifted instinctively, cupping his jaw, thumb caressing his cheek, a smile breaking across her sleepy face. 

“Good morning to you too, babe,” his signature smirk spread across his lips as she said that with a wink, lightly tapping his cheek. Both were broken from their brief trance by a soft grunt from the large turtle when the little boy atop his shell stood up. 

“I’m the king of da world!” Little Jamie threw his arms up into the air before an ornery look was tossed towards his mom. 

“Jamie, don’t you—,”

“YAY!” Too late, lil’ squirt. 

The little bugger jumped from Raph’s shell into Y/n’s arm with a high-pitched squeal. Y/n’s laughter shook the room as she descended an onslaught of tickles on the unsuspecting boy. Raphael looked on, not quite believing that this wasn’t all just a dream. He’s never entertained the idea of having a family of his own, but now, it was embedded in his mind. Jamie’s laugh was contagious and Y/n looked like a beautiful, disheveled dream, basking in the morning sun. Raphael shifted his weight onto his side, he’s never really experienced the early morning sun but as it broke past the curtains and landed onto the two people he has grown fond of, he quickly became a fan. 

As the giggles and tickling seized, Y/n stood, picking Jamie up and talked about making breakfast. This morning and everything from last night was just so…perfect, Raphael was in need of a breather. 

“I’ll help ya in a second,” he called, not moving from the bed as he felt as if an invisible weight was holding him down. She tossed him a wink before turning, not leaving before saying, 

“No rush, I gotta get Jamie all cleaned up then…waffles?” She questioned, turning back towards the small boy in her arms. 

“WAFFLES!” Jamie’s cry could be heard from down the hall as Raphael’s eyes never left the doorway they just left from. 

Rolling onto his back, arms stretching before interlocking his hands behind his head, reality started to kick in. He was in a woman’s bed, and had slept in her bed, with her! They had kissed, touched then kissed some more. She had willingly kissed him, no fear, only a look that he’s only seen in movies. She had called him handsome after removing his mask, he had felt so naked but the look in her eyes, and the way she had licked her plush lips in the process…With an audible groan Raphael grabbed her pillow, cradling it to his face letting out another string of muffled moans. Who was he kidding? Raphael was having an internal struggle, he didn’t know what to do, didn’t want to fuck anything up. Wanted her to be happy but what if she only had kissed him out of pity? But, if it was out of pity why had she kept kissing and touching him? It wasn't pity. No, no, you don’t look at someone the way she did out of pity…You don’t tell someone the things they told each other last night if it was just a one-night thing…right? Raphael continued his tumultuous and torturous questioning in his head. Unknown to him, Y/n was having a similar internal breakdown just a few feet away in the bathroom. 

“Mommy, is Raphie staying for breakfast?” Jamie’s big eyes looked up as she helped him pull up his little sweatpants.

“Would it be okay if he did?” Y/n adored the excited look and the instant yes that Jamie all but yelled in the small bathroom. 

“Alright bugger,” his ornery face scrunched as his arms crossed over his chest, “ready for breakfast?” He nodded his head before be-lining out the bathroom without a look back. 

Y/n stayed back, kneeling on the cool bathroom floor as her mind raced. She was so happy, so irrevocably happy. Thinking back to how Raphael looked so calm and relaxed beside her, in bed, gave way to a new round of butterflies in the pit of her stomach. She hasn’t slept that good in a long time but she must admit, since kissing him, her dreams had become more carnal in nature. She doesn’t remember much from her sexy dream except they had been in a similar position that they had been against the balcony door, only this time completely naked, his teeth sunk into her shoulder as he repeated over and over that she was his…’mine, mine, mine.’ The desire to have him be slightly possessive over her had sent a shock to her system and it’s all she could think about. 

“Mommy, I want WAFFLES!” 

Hearing his cry from the kitchen was like a bucket of ice-cold water. Shaking from her thoughts, she stood, stretched then walked to the sink to dowse her face with water to cool off. Yes, breakfast, get your mind out the gutter you horn dog!

“Ya gotta be patient, squirt,” she heard Raphael’s voice, quietly calm and when she turned to walk into the kitchen she stopped. Raphael had Jamie up on the counter and was splitting a banana together. It was a heartwarming sight and she liked how he treated Jamie. 

“But I want waffles,” lil’ Jamie groaned, kicking his feet against the island but quickly stopped when Raph side-eyed him. 

“And I want a new bike but to get something you want, ya gotta work for it, right?” 

“Uh…yeah?” Jamie’s little voice was hesitant before he took another bite of banana that Raphael handed him. 

“So if you want waffles, know what ya gotta do?” Raph gently nudged the boy before tossing the banana skin into the trash. 

“Help mommy?” 

“Good idea,” Raph held out his fist and Jamie returned the fist bump with an audible, “ka-boom!” 

“Alright kiddo, where does your Mom keep her mixing bowls?” Jamie’s panicked, wide eyes that were paired with a shrug caused Raph to laugh before turning to open random cabinets. 

Y/n took that as her cue to enter the kitchen.

“Didn’t take you for a cook?” She teased as she walked towards the cabinet that held her mixing bowls, she grabbed the biggest before asking Raph to grab the eggs from the fridge. 

“Eh, Mikey usually makes breakfast, I usually just cook the meats but I can make pancakes, waffles are basically the same thing right?” 

Conversation continued as the three shared tasks to make the most amazing waffles ever, according to Jamie. After Jamie and Raph’s little conversation about working for something you want, Jamie offered to help wash dishes if that meant he could watch cartoons. It was adorable and a great way to introduce small tasks to him. Washing dishes together was a task, Jamie wanted all the bubbles and an impromptu bubble beard contest ensued. It was comical to see Raph with a Santa beard and ‘hair’. Jamie had big eyebrows and a large bubble-stache that resulted in sucking up a few bubbles in his nose. Everything was good as he coughed a little before giggling uncontrollably, the rest of the morning was filled with Jamie wondering if he could burp bubbles or if he farted would they turn into bubbles? Boys. 

The morning was going swimmingly and they were all about to sit on the couch to watch some cartoons when a knock was heard. Y/n scrunched her face, wondering who it could be, Raph dipped back into her room just in case. Peaking through the peephole she saw that it was Mrs. Cheryl. Great.

“Good morning Mrs. Cher—,” 

“Yes, yes good morning dear, is Jamie ready?” 

“Ready?” Confused was an understatement, what was Jamie supposed to be ready for? 

“Dear, we planned a few weeks ago that I would be taking Jamie and my two great granddaughters to get their pictures with Santa…” The old woman eyed her up and down and Y/n wondered if Mrs. Cheryl could see the love bite Raph had left in the crook of her neck, just above her shoulder. Worried about the impending judgment, Y/n made to adjust the neck of the hoodie, but as her fingers adjusted the fabric, Cheryl spoke. 

“It is none of my business but maybe next time you don't have that where your son could see them, huh?” 

“He’s five—,” a quick jolt of anger rang through her, making her fingers tingle. Seriously, what made this woman hate me so much? 

“Give me ten minutes and I can have him ready, I forgot that it was this weekend,” Y/n motioned for the woman to enter the apartment before closing the door behind her. 

“Jamie,” 

“Yes Mommy?” 

“Want to get your picture with Santa?” 

“YES!” 

“Alright lil’bug, let’s go get your dressed and you’ll be going with Mrs. Cheryl and her two granddaughters.”

“Great, granddaughters,” Cheryl corrected from her spot on the couch as she clutched her purse tighter to her chest, mumbling something negative about the cartoon that was on the television. 

“Great granddaughters,” Y/n emphasized sarcastically which caused Jamie to giggle even if she knew he didn’t understand, it was still funny. Y/n carried Jamie back toward the bedrooms, stopping at his to grab his clothes, they made their way to her room. 

Sneaking in through the door, Y/n laughed at the sight of Raphael tucked between her wall and the bed on the far side of the room. 

“Comfy?” She teased, peering over the edge of the bed to see him all but smooshed in the small space. It was comical to see such a large man try to fit in such a small space. 

“Hardy har har,” he grumbled as he un-wedged himself from the tight area. 

“Okay, so Jamie is going to get his pictures taken with Mrs. Cheryl and her granddaughters…” Y/n explained as Raphael was turned towards the wall to give her and Jamie some privacy as she changed the boy. 

“Jamie,” 

“Yeah?” 

“I need you to promise me something,” how should I broach this subject?

“Okay!” He was so excited, despite where this conversation was leading too.

“Can you keep a secret?” Raphael perked up, curious at what Y/n was about to ask Jamie to keep a secret. 

Jamie nodded his head vigorously, his body vibrating with anticipation as he began to jump in the same spot.  

“Raphie,” Raphael’s ears perked up at the sound of his old childhood nickname falling from her lips. Did Mikey tell her? Donnie? Leo wouldn’t…would he? “It is our secret, no one can know about your awesome friend okay?” 

“But, why?” Jamie’s face looked so heartbroken and that alone sent a pang straight to Raph’s heart. I’m sorry lil’ man. Raph was quickly bummed over being here for this conversation but knew that it was bound to happen eventually. 

“Raphie is special, special like Superman or Batman…” At that, Jamie’s eyes went wide, a huge smile across his face. 

“Really?” Could his eyes or his grin, possibly, get any bigger? 

“That’s why I gotta wear this.” Raphael gestured towards his signature red mask, not quite believing that Y/n was trying to compare him to superheroes. 

“Yeah, and we need your help to make sure no one knows so that Raph can come back…” Gosh I’m not sure if this is the right move… Y/n wrestled with herself before feeling a pressure on her shoulder. Looking up, she was thankful for Raphael’s calm demeanor and it helped ease her racing mind. 

“Think ya can do that lil’ man?” 

“Uh-huh!” Jamie jumped before Raph caught him in his arms, lifting him up before tossing him in the air, eliciting another contagious string of giggles from the small boy.

“Okay, ya ready big guy? Ready to meet Santa?”

“Uh-Huh! I know what I want for Christmas.” 

“I’m sure you do lil’ bug.” Y/n grabbed him from Raph’s arms and as her fingers brushed his textured skin, she felt flutters in her belly. Jamie wasn’t paying attention as he looked at the floor, rambling on about what he wanted for Christmas. Raphael took it as an opportunity to lean down and place a quick kiss to Y/n forehead and he couldn’t help but smirk at the blush that stained her cheeks. 

“Say goodbye, buddy”

“Bye Raphie!” His tiny hand waved vigorously as he looked over his mother’s shoulder. 

“See ya kid.” He waved back, watching as the two individuals disappeared back through the doorway. This time Raph had followed them to the edge of her bedroom door, leaning against it. He heard that old Cheryl woman’s crinkly voice complain that Y/n took a long time. Damn that woman is a kill-joy. The next few sounds were of goodbyes, kisses and the door opening and closing. He exited the bedroom to see Y/n leaning against the door with a deep sigh on her lips. 

“Hey beautiful,” Raph was leaning against the island, a smirk on his face as he pulled a pack of fruit snacks from, who knows where. Ironic, Y/n thought as she looked at the man in front of her looking like a damn snack himself. 

“Hey yourself, handsome.” Y/n flirted back, pushing away from the door, walking straight to only stop a few feet away. Despite the fact she had looked forward to spending this morning with both him and Jamie, she couldn’t help the fluttering of her heart at being alone with him, again. 

“Seems we’re alone, again.” He wiggled his brow ridges that were hidden below his red mask, a tantalizing smirk spread across his lips. Her mouth became dry to which she licked her lips, hoping for a type of reprieve. 

“Looks like it.” She took a final step before, eyeing him with the help of the morning sun that breaks through the white linen curtains. She regarded him in the sunlight, she’s never seen him during the day and he was a sight to behold. He was bare of any straps, weapons and armor. The only cloth was that of his black shorts, the thick belt and the strips of fabric he had wrapped around his wrists, knees and ankles. He was so unbelievably massive. His skin had a deep green shade that seemed to glow gold in the sun's light. 

“So…” They said in unison, causing both to break out in large smiles but Raphael had already made up his mind. Surprising her, he gripped her waist, hoisting her up until she sat on the island, trapped between his legs. His large form caged her in, arms on either side of her body which left nowhere to go as he leaned in. It should have been logical to fear him at this moment, the sheer size of his muscles and chest were forcing her to lean back on her elbows. Yet, there was no fear, she knew he’d never hurt her, he was her cuddly teddy bear. But, with the intensity of his gaze, he didn’t look so cuddly, no, he looked like he wanted to dive in and never resurface.

“You gonna kiss me or not?” Their faces were mere inches away and she could almost taste the sticky sweetness of the maple syrup from earlier. 

“Eager?” The look on her face did something to him and he felt the same as he did last night with her pressed between his body and her balcony door. 

“Very.” Her lids heavy, a sense of deja-vu surfaced, their positioning feeling somewhat familiar and for a brief second, she swore she could still feel the cool glass of the balcony door press against her back. 

Raphael chuckled, dropping his head to nuzzle against her hairline before kissing the edge. 

“You missed,” she grumbled as she turned to chase his lips, but he was too quick. 

“Nu-uh,” was his deep reply as he lifted to grip her chin as he brushed along her temple until kissing the shell of her ear. Oh, she mewled, eyes closing as a rush of tingles rushed through her, causing her toes to curl. At the feel of his warm breath breaking over her sensitive skin she shivered, another tingle of delight burst in her belly. 

“Tease,” Y/n moaned as she stretched her neck away from his soft lips, trying to gain some reprieve, thinking of ways to get back at him. 

His only reply was a deep, vibrating sound that she has never heard before but it ricocheted through her trembling body before stoking the fire deep in her belly. She could feel the familiar deep throb of her want come to life. Her thighs pressed together, her leggings slippery atop the counter only made the friction more troublesome. Her weight shifted again and he gripped her waist to steady her movements. What he wasn’t expecting was her leg to lift, knee bending before her foot pressed against his plastron. Clicking her tongue, she gave him a devious smile.

“What do you want?” Her eyes followed his every move, dropping to watch the rapid rise and fall of his chest. 

“A repeat of last night?” The quizzical look in his eyes paired with his mischievous grin caused her heart rate to pick up; remembering the way he had her pinned to the door last night. She was more than ready to have him like that against her again, pressed tight, feeling his toned body flex with each hard breath. 

“That so, big guy, what was it that you said earlier?” Feigning innocence, she teased further, “you want something, you gotta work for it?” She teased further, loving the look of realization on his gorgeous face. 

Raphael’s eyes widened before a massive grin broke over his face. Ugh, he looks so good when he does that. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks before it bled down her chest. 

“Ya stalkin’ me now?” 

“Maaaybe?” Her grin broke into uncontrollable laughter as his large fingers danced against the curved edge of her covered waist, tickling her into a gasping fit of giggles. 

“Ra—Raph! HAhahaHA! Okay! Okieee!” She squealed, her body convulsed and vibrated against his, her legs involuntarily spread to trap him between her thighs, her heels tucked under his shell, bringing him closer. The giggles stopped, their eyes locked before Raph licked the top of his bottom lip as he gazed down at the woman he had trapped against the top of her counter. Y/n jutted her chin up towards him, her eyes darkened, lids heavy; her face covered by the hovering shadow of the man above her. She gasped a little when he pressed a soft, almost chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth. Turning her head she chased his wide, warm, lips, kissing him gingerly against his jaw before he closed the short distance. With a small moan, she felt his hips shift before something hot and large burned against the inside of her thigh. Wait, was that…oh hot damn, her head exploded as she came to terms with how she was currently affecting him. With a deep sound, she felt his cock pulse against her thigh as his lips left hers. 

Shit, he didn’t dare move afraid that if he did he’d be completely undone. He refused to look at her, pissed at himself for losing control and afraid he scared her. He started to lift away from her flattened body thinking of anything but the gorgeous woman below him. Only to be pulled back down. He wasn’t expecting Y/n, lifting onto her elbows, capturing his lips again.

“Where you going?” She whined, trailing one, two, three more kisses along his jawline. Engaging her core, she lifted the remaining way up until she was chest to barreled chest and threw her arms around his shoulders. He was losing himself in her embrace, his hands slid across the top of the counter top before gripping the covered flesh of her thighs, kneading the muscle. His tight grip pulled her closer, there was no space left between them as her feet adjusted below his shell to get a better perch against him. Their combined breathing became hot, as they lost themselves, each attempting to gain the upper hand as lips and teeth nipped at the other. Raph wasn’t sure how much more he’d be able to handle but that thought was broken when he heard one of the sexiest sounds of his entire life. Y/n whimpered. Whimpered! With a pained groan, Raphael broke apart, unhooked her ankles and pushed away from the island as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Uh, we, uh—we gotta talk,” Raphael shook out his arms, flicking his fingers out as if to stretch before interlocking them up behind his head. His pent up feelings had become too much and he needed to know what they were, if anything, before anything went too far. He wasn’t sure how he’d accept the rejection after getting a taste of the voluptuous woman in front of him. She was still sprawled atop the counter, her thighs still spread as her feet dropped to lazily lay on the stools to either side. Looking like a delicious mess of sex and desire. 

“Talk…” Y/n swallowed as she took a breath in an attempt to settle her breathing. Her hair was mused along with the fabric of her hoodie and leggings. Her wool socks had rolled below her heels, barely hanging on her delicate toes. 

“Yeah, uh…I can’t believe I’m sayin’ this,” Raphael mumbled the last part as a hand slid down his face with an accompanied, pained groan.

Y/n’s heart started to beat faster, not with desire but with anxiety of the unknown. She wasn’t sure what Raphael was thinking and she was worried that he was about to pull away, leaving her wanting more. She sat up fully, adjusted her clothes, finger combing through her hair before readying herself for the serious conversation that was inevitably going to happen. 

“Okay, let’s talk,” her eyes lifted and watched as his throat flexed before he locked her across the way. 

“What are we, this—,” he gestured to the space between them. He shouldn’t have been surprised by how blunt and gruff he sounded but this was new territory. 

Oh, I thought… “I thought we were…” her eyes dropped to her hands that fidgeted in her lap.

“Thought we were, what?” Raphael’s eyes widened as he felt a bubble rise in his throat. 

Y/n started to ramble, trying to explain what she thought they were; recounting what she had told him last night and how she meant every word. He cursed himself for not catching on to her words at the time, but the memory clouded his brain. He remembers telling her that he wanted her and she had said ‘Then have me. I’m all yours, Raphael.’

“I guess thinking back, it wasn’t very clear but…I’m okay with it, if you are…” Y/n offered, feeling shy as her belly felt like a bundle of nerves unraveling. Still not labeling what she was referenced but knew that she wanted to be his, label or not. 

Raphael had a better idea at what she was insinuating but he wanted to hear her say it. 

“And, what is ‘it’?” He adored the way her face dyed crimson through her blush, followed the reddening trail as it disappeared below her hoodie. 

“Us…dating,” Y/n felt like a schoolgirl who had just confessed to her all time crush, she felt so silly with how cheesy this all sounded. 

“So, yer tellin’ me that I have a girlfriend?” He lifted his head then, his chest bristled with pride as he gazed at her sideways before squaring his shoulders. 

“And I, now, have a boyfriend.” Smirking, he closed the space between them, gathering her in his arms and resumed their previous exploration, with a goal to pull another whimper from her lips.

Part 3:

There came a gentle of hum of music playing from a beaten up old radio. Today, it had been surprisingly peaceful down in the sewers.

Mikey had been wanting to bake cookies for the longest time, But his brothers, Fearing what an absolute disaster Mikey would make of the kitchen wouldn't allow it.

That was until you'd offered to watch Mikey, and clean up any messes the two of may make along the way. Which is how you now found yourself instructing the turtle on what to do, And teaching him what not to put in a cookie.

You would say your absolutely horrified when he had asked, if he can put pepperoni in the cookies, but then again, this was Mikey we're talking about.

"And you just add 1/2 halfs of baking soda,"

Y/n instructs, Handing over the red spoons which Mikey eagerly takes in his hands and fumbles around a bit. Tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth, As he finds the right one.

Your quite suprised at how focused he's been the entire baking session- Sure there's the occasional jokes or refrences to a movie you'd both watched, but the turtle was really taking this whole baking session seriously.

Turning away, You take a glance at the wrinkled paper to make certain that that would be all for the ingredients.

After deciding that they both hadn't Screwed up anything, She allows herself to turn back to Mikey, Ready to tell him that all was left was the mixing. Though the turtle seemed preoccupied with the radio now, Fingers eagerly turning up the knob on the radio with an exicted grin on his face. Immediately, you recognize the sound of metallica- But which song...?

The thought is interrupted as Mikey pulls you away from the counter without warning.

"C'mon dance with me!"

You're taken by suprise at this, But try to tell him.

"The cookies, Mike. We need to finish-"

You begin to say, But he doesn't seem to be listening, Now begining to do the waltz with an arm coming to encircle your waist with a certain gentleness.

With the roll of your eyes, You give in- Despite the song itself not being one that most would usually dance along to.

After a few twirls, And even twirling Mikey around as well.

It takes a bit of focus, And when Mikey pulls you close momentarily, You understand finally that the song playing is 'Enter sandman.' A mystery now sloved as Mikey hums, Continuing to dance around with you slowly.

"Uh Mikey-"

The warning isn't fast enough, As

The turtle's shell bumps into the counter, And from the top shelf falls the flour, caking the once green turtle in a sheet of white.

The females laughter is loud, Disruptive to the peace as she tries asking if the turtle is okay, But only ends up choking on air and laughter in the end.

"Har har..."

Mikey mocks and briefly you think you've hurt his feelings.

"If you think this is funny, Wait till you get a load of this!"

A yell escapes your lips, As you wriggle out of his grasp, but not fast enough to avoid the white powder being tossed like a snowball at you.

Well... So much for keeping the kitchen clean.

Can we talk about how poor Mikey used to be hit on a daily basis back then??

But now he’s treated like this instead??

I must say thank you Rise

My hot take 

his girl

earth 42!miles morales x fem!reader

request?: yes

request: “Hi I asked you if you take world 42 Miles requests And could I request Spidey Miles was friends with reader from his world but he left her behind couse she wasn’t like Gwen. Was always comparing her to Gwen and one day she just got sick of it and doesn’t talk to him anymore so now that Spidey Miles is in another dimension and sees he he tries apologizing until he sees 42! Miles going up to her hugging her from behind, calling her ‘mami’ (if your comfortable with it ofc) and telling Spidey Miles something like “you missed out but good thing I didn’t. She is mine” Sorry it’s so long I hope it doesn’t make you uncomfortable or annoyed<3 I love your writing and can’t wait to read more of 'the clash’-🕸️”

requested by: anon​

word count: 1.3k

genre: angst (if ur Miles) fluff-ish (if you’re 42!Miles)

Warnings: language, probably wrong Spanish, threatening Miles, sad Miles, being compared to Gwen :/, spoilers

A/N: this was interesting to write, i can’t wait to see more of earth-42 Miles in beyond the spiderverse so i can get a better grip on his character. i hope you enjoy this anon! and i hope i got all the spanish right and used it in the sentences correctly and everything. thank you for the request 🖤

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I don’t want romance.

I want a person who loves me, but not in a romantic way. A person who genuinely enjoys my company, who shares my interests. Not all of them, but some.  A person who will glady listen to me talk about a really good book I read, or a movie I saw, and who will call me up later telling me they read/watched the thing, and how glad they are they did. A person who will send me a meme at 3 am, which will keep me up til morning, because it’s so damn funny. A person who will call me just to tell me they saw a rock that reminded them of me.

I want a person who understand my soul, and I theirs.