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cas-backwards-tie · 11 months

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Chapter One: Seed Uprooted

Heiress of Gotham

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Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Summary: After the loss of your mother, it feels as if all hope is lost. Fortunately, you’ve been placed in the care of your absentee father. The Wayne name has always been said to come with a few odds and ends that you’d have to get used to, the question is: will you?

Warnings: Angst, Anti-Police themes, Cursing, Death, Depression themes, Orphanage

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A/N: This has actually been in my drafts and in my docs for... at least three years, I know. It's been rewritten at least twice, and I'm finally deciding to put it out there.

I remember that day. I remember exactly where I was when I’d found out. I remember the moment I met him.

The high-pitched ringing gives permission for us to finally leave the classroom, Mrs. Gurdept’s earlier demand that “the bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do.” did not divert anyone’s attention from packing up. Backpack already strung across your shoulders, you’re out the door along with everyone else. While your friend Daisha talks about how annoying the classmate is that sits next to her in History, it’s the uniformed men coming your way that catches your attention. It’s the BPD: Bludhaven Police Department. Parting the sea of students the police officer’s eyes scan the faces of the students passing them by. Heart rate rising, you try to keep your eyes on Daisha, determined to look engaged in conversation enough to skate past them without questioning.

“Miss?” One of the officers steps in front of you, blocking your path. Eyes immediately jumping up to his face, you scowl. “Can you answer a few questions for me?” Rumor has it they’re looking for Perdy Chapman, one of the sophmores who supposedly ran away from home once he’d been ousted as a drug runner for Marin’s gang; worst part was… he was funny, nice, and a straight A student. Officer reaching into the pocket on his breast, the white glimpse of a folded paper is barely seen before you respond. There’s no doubt it was some sappy photo of your classmate that you most definitely don’t want to see.

“No, I’m sorry, Officer. We’re late to practice!” Instantly grabbing Daisha’s hand you tug her along behind you, speedwalking toward the exit. She doesn’t question you; most of the kids know by now: never talk to the police. If you haven’t done anything wrong, then there’s no reason to talk to them. They’re all corrupt anyway.

Sitting on top of the cement blocks blocking off the parking lot from the kiss-and-ride line, Daisha playfully smacks your arm. “‘We’re late to practice’? Are you kidding me? You were so fucking quick with that!” A fit of laughter consumes the both of you, the imagined perplexed looks upon the cop’s faces bringing you practically to tears. It takes a while to calm down, the conversation turning into gossip, and eventually into Daisha sharing some of the memes she’d recently seen online.

“Do you think it’s gonna rain?” The question leaves your lips as your eyes watch the dark, ominous clouds roll through the sky. A wet smell of oncoming rain lingers in the air like the humid and hot summer nights in the Carnaveron District.

“Well… if the clouds aren’t an obvious sign, I’d say yes,” she teases. The three short honks are our signal: her mom is here. Jumping off the cement blocks we head over to the spot she’s parked in line, a soft drizzle makes itself known as the drops plunk the roof of the car. Daisha sweeps you into a quick hug before getting into the car, the duo waving goodbye before driving off. Since you don’t live far, it’s easier to walk. It’s the one part of your routine that consistently brings you joy. The breeze and gentle pitter of rain on your skin help clear your head of all the school drama. Off toward home, you find yourself beginning to get lost in thought about tonight’s homework assignments. It’s only the buzz of the cell phone in your pocket that brings you back to reality. “Auntie?”

“It’s your mother, get to the hospital as soon as you can. Cuidate, mija.” The dial tone signals the call’s ended. Frozen there on the sidewalk, time doesn’t seem to pass; thunder rumbles in the distance, it’s the only thing that reminds you that time is still moving. It starts to sprinkle rain.

~~~Two Hours Later~~~

Technically you were an orphan… at least that’s what you’d thought. Legally they were mandated to send you to a state-run orphanage. Everyone probably thinks they don’t exist today, and yet, there it was… right in front of you, open and waiting: the gates of purgatory calling your name. Though on the borders of Bludhaven and the streets that lead toward the country part of the state, the building looked like any other. Brown bricks, tall elongated windows; it would look like a ghastly warehouse to you from the outside if you didn’t notice the tricycle on the lawn, or the chalk drawings on the sides of the building and sidewalk leading up to it.

“I have to take this call, excuse me,” the social worker steps away from the black hatchback sedan. Lost in your own world, it doesn’t even occur to you to eavesdrop on her call. There’s no possible way that things could get worse than this. Nonetheless, many ‘mhms’ and ‘okay, I understands’ are heard throughout the field adjoining the driveway. The grey clouds finally starting to disperse, it’s quiet out here, the only murmur of your social worker talking and the occasional passing car fill the air. Just as the numbness starts to churn in your stomach at the thought of your Mom, there’s a knocking on the car window.

“Damn!” There’s an exasperated and ludicrous look in her eyes. “Someone’s got one hell of a guardian angel lookin’ out for you, kid. Follow me.” Even if she’s audible through the glass, she doesn’t wait to check as she turns and heads toward the orphanage’s entrance. Though thoughts of running away cross your mind, there’s no logical reason to do so. What’s left out here for me? Nothing.

Once inside of the building you're told to sit tight on one of the wooden benches by the entrance office. Though the social worker chats with the warden, you don't pay them any mind. Their words go in one ear and out the other, your fiddling fingers in your lap far more entertaining as you try and comprehend what the toll of your mother's death will have on the rest of your life. Fifteen, and no longer any semblance of security in any realm of matter toward your future. How did this happen?

It feels as if it's instantaneous, yet the wall on the clock shows over half an hour has passed. Doors creaking open with the cool ocean-ladened after-rain wind, an older man closes the umbrella he'd been holding over the younger-looking man who strides into the building with a sort of conviction that only exists through the air it permeates. They both are adorned in long trench coats and sunglasses, though the younger wears a black hat.

"Lisa! I assume this is her," the broad man addresses your social worker before turning his gaze down toward you. With the click of the door's lock as it seals shut, all noise diminishes in the halls of the orphanage aside from the faint echo of children's laughter in the distance. The building instantly warms by a few degrees and the men take off their sunglasses, pocketing them. Mouth subconsciously falling agape, you recognize him. The man standing before you is one you've only seen on billboards, television, and in magazines: Bruce Wayne. He crouches to your eye-level.

"Yes, this is-" Lisa, the name of the woman you'd only known as your social worker, begins to introduce you. What follows truly feels like some sort of grief-stricken concoction of fantasy, and though it might be dangerous, you follow it.

It isn’t until the car pulls up to the door that you snap out of it. “This isn’t a joke?” He must be tired of it: this most likely being the fifteenth time you’ve asked such a thing in the last hour.

“No. It’s not,” while one might pick up on the disappointed tone in his voice, Bruce Wayne offers a small, sympathetic smile. His hand gently comes to rest on your shoulder, leading you out of the clean, sleek Rolls Royce.

“It’s a pleasure, Miss,” the elderly man states your name in a titular way. Taken aback, he hardly registers in your mind. Too many thoughts and emotions consuming you, leaving nothing but a rapidly beating heart and a million questions tucked inside the body of a young girl. The fields had turn back into factories, factories into skyscrapers, skyscrapers into trees, and by then you’d finally come onto the property. In the dark there wasn’t much to take in; light illuminates windows upon rows of windows that span so far you wonder for a moment if they ever stop. Yet the edge of the mansion can be spotted from your place by the door, too weary to step inside.

"Are you coming?"

"I'm afraid if you stand out there all night you'll catch a cold," the older gentleman, whom you've already forgotten the name of, warns.

"That reminds me, Alfred, please go set up a bath for her. I'll take her upstairs," Bruce delegates. Though you wouldn't know it for months, he decided to give you a moment. Waiting at the door, he remembers the hours and days that followed his own parents' death. He's well aware that this is undoubtedly a big moment for you, and thus, a little patience won't hurt.

"This is..." you can barely even come up with a sentence, let alone a string of thoughts as you take in the palace before you.

"-your new home? Yes." He finishes the thought for you.

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taglist: @ohdamnadam, @safarigirlsp, @jynzandtonic , @moonlightsolo

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0rah-s · 1 year

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Guilt -Prologue

You've always though you were inadequate for paternal or true maternal love - you've never felt it after all.

But maybe you were just ment for another type of love.

Is it okay to love strangers more than your family?

Tag: reverse isekai, teenage!reader, purley platonic, occasional swearing, reader is kinda depressed??

(may add more later)

Teenage reader with: aether, venti, xiao, kazuha, itto, ei, zhongli, nahida *all are strictly platonic*

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #teenage!reader #reverse isekai #aether x reader #venti x reader #kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #itto x reader #ei x reader #zhongli x reader #nahida x reader #platonic #orh's

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whereiivygrows · 5 months

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YOU CANT EXPECT ME TO ACT SANE AFTER THIS.

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chiscribbs · 7 months

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I had an idea for a one-off Rise episode plot and just wanted to quickly sketch up some visuals for it.

The plot goes as follows: Donnie attempts to invent a cloning machine and, due to some kind of science-y mishap, ends up cloning himself...a lot. But there's a catch to this - the clones aren't exact copies of Donnie, they each possess just ONE of the various facets of his personality (i.e. brainy, broody, sarcastic, passionate, dramatic, mischievous, etc.) and a small portion of his mystic powers. Don tries his darnedest to keep the whole situation under wraps while he searches for a way to fix it, but some of the more rambunctious Donnies quickly escape and begin stirring up trouble in the Lair, so it doesn't stay a secret for very long. To make matters worse - the real Donnie starts to slowly disappear (something having to do with his existence being divided among the Donnies or blahblahblah fake science explanation). So, while he and the scientist Donnies continue to look for a way to reverse the cloning effect, his brothers and Co. set to work gathering up all the other Donnies so they can put them back where they belong and keep Donnie Prime™ from vanishing.

Hilarity, wholesomeness (and some mild angst) ensues.

(Note: I meant to include April in that second-to-last image, but ran out of room. Just know that she, Splinter, and probably Casey Jr. are all there, as well.)

#I always love plots that have a healthy mix of whimsy and emotional weight. Bonus for DT bonding.#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #disaster twins #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #donatello hamato #rottmnt leo #rise leo #leonardo hamato #technically all the boys are in there but I'll just tag the ones with the most focus...esp since mikey's tiny lol #fanart #concept art #chiscribbs #Fun game idea for the tag-readers: what name would you give this ep if it were real? I'm eagerly awaiting suggestions.#shades of purple (rottmnt)#<- added in post for ease of access

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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months

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Maybe a Hobie x reader where Miguel and the reader have a close relationship (like Miguel see the reader as his daughter) And Hobie and reader are dating and nobody know. But then Miguel figured out in some way.

Hope it’s okay !!

I love thisss

Miguel is readers actual father cuz I don’t see him getting rlly close w someone like a daughter unless it’s his actual daughter, you can be adopted or biological

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬...

You laughed as hobie practically dragged you to his room.

He let go of your hand when he got in his room “Hello, sweetheart.” He said, picking up his guitar as you sat down on his bed. He plugged in his amp, and fixed some settings.

“Oh so you love your guitar more than me now?” You said, feigning offense.

“That’s not very fair, innit? Can’t love you both equally now?”

You laughed and rolled your eyes as he smiled and started strumming his guitar. He tuned it and then he started playing.

You smiled at how excited he got when he played, he had a huge grin on his face, he glanced at you sometimes too, even singing to you.

After an hour of that, you both laid down in the bed, talking and just looking at each other.

“It’s late, we should probably get you back to HQ, yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re right.” You mumbled, you both stood up, and you gave him one last kiss before leaving through the portal you opened

Miguel was waiting in your room, you screamed for a second and he just stood there.

“Jesus Christ! Dad!”

“Care to explain?” He said, holding up a photo booth picture of you and Hobie. You both laughed, hobie flashed the middle finger, and in the last one kissed.

“Why are you snooping in my room?!” You grabbed the photo.

“Well I came to clean it, then I saw that, and then I saw that!” He pointed to the jacket that was hung in your closet, a jacket that was obviously his.

“Dad…”

“Are you and hobie dating?” He asked, feeling like he knew the answer.

“Yea.”

“How long?”

“… like a … few months.”

“How much is a few?”

“Like… 5.”

“5 months?!”

“5 months.”

He sighed and rubbed his temple “Hobie- out of everyone- Hobie? The biggest pain in my ass?”

“Yea.. yeah. Sorry I didn’t tell you..”

He sighed again. “It’s just kissing.. right?”

“Dad!”

“Oh my god are you guys-!”

“No! Dad!” You covered your face, embarrassed.

“Good. I’ll beat his ass.” He mumbled.

“Goodnight dad.” You said as he left.

“Goodnight… you leave the door open.”

“Why?!”

“Because.” He narrowed his eyes.

You groaned “Fine.”

He left the hallway, and Hobie opened a portal at the right time.

“Just thought I’d stay here for tonight. That cool?” He said, hands in his jacket pockets.

You jumped, startled.

“Shhshshsh.” You said, covering his mouth.

“I swear to god, if that’s who I think it is!” Miguel yelled.

You winced and told him to go in the closet as your dads footsteps boomed down the hall.

He looked around, saw you on the bed.

“Hey… dad. What’s up?”

“Hey Miguel.” Hobie said from the closet. You groaned.

“Can he stay dad please?”

“Ay dios mío. Just keep the door open.” He grumbled, staring at hobie as he left.

“Teenagers…”

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #miguel o’hara #dad! miguel O’Hara #teenagers hobie brown series

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ju1cyfru1t · 5 months

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rottmnt x reader || S/O who bites (out of love and affection obvi)

Rise! Donnie, Raph, Mikey, Leo x Reader (separately)

fluff? :D, gn reader, romantic (established relationship), BITING mmmm, mild swearing

Donnie

- the first time you bite him, he jumps and lets out a loud yelp, “ah! ow! what in the name of-“ then just stares at you in disbelief. absolutely incredulous. and has to take a while to process. why? why- HOW could you do this to him? after all he’s done for you?

- don’t play with him he HAS and WILL bite you back and NOT in a loving way

- he is ALWAYS on his guard

- you go in for a hug? you lean in to kiss him? you turn your head ever so slightly in his direction? his whole body tenses up. you’re giving this boy trust issues. he will physically, STILL GENTLY, push you away with his mechanical spider arm thingies…heaven forbid you bite those too….

- “Do. NOT. Bite me. Y/N.” “…”

- ^— “DO NOT. This is your last warning.”

- “Yes, Y/N. You’re very ferocious and vicious. Now STOP biting me.”

- “Sigh. That is NOT affection, Y/N.”

- “AH! Don’t bite me while I’m working, please…Don’t bite me ever!”

- “If you want to ‘show affection,’ you could just…I don’t know, hug me? or hold my hand? the biting is unnecessary.”

- NOT a fan of the biting at ALL

Raph

- The first time you bite him, “AHH!” he is confused. he does not understand. are you trying to attack him??? do you wanna throw hands??? what did he do to deserve that??? he does not want to throw hands with you

- he really does not see how biting is supposed to be showing your affection but whatever you say 😭

- his skin is pretty thick and rough. I mean you’d really have to sink your teeth in to hurt him so he just lets you. it actually lowkey tickles to him.

- “Careful. Ya don’t wanna bite my spikes.”

- it’s definitely not his favorite thing in the world but he doesn’t mind terribly if it really makes you happy and as long as it’s just you trying to show him love

- chooses to just take it as a sign that you want attention and/or some kind of affection

- would never bite you back tho

- however, I don’t suggest catching him off guard with a nibble cause he might start swingin 🤺 and would feel absolutely horrible abt it

Mikey

- the first time you bite him he’s offended. you’re gonna bite HIM? 🤨 yeah, ok buddy. he just squeaks in surprise and rubs where you bit him, looking at you like ‘😟’ before biting you back. he is taking it personally until you tell him you’re just showing affection cuz you love him soooooo much

- he’s perfectly ok with it then as long as you don’t bite him too hard

- LOVES to give and receive affection anyways so he makes it really easy to bite him when he’s clinging onto you all the time

- always giggles and squirms when you bite him

- returns your bites with kisses all over your face

Leo

- the fucking most dramatic ever

- the first time you bite him he acts like you just shot him

- “OWW!! OWIE! Ugh! Y/N! How COULD you?! BETRAYAL” while gripping where you bit his shoulder and whining like a toddler even though it did not hurt at all and you didn’t leave any sort of mark whatsoever.

- ^ drops the act completely when you tell him it was out of love

- now every time you do it he thinks you’re trying to flirt with him 🤞😔 and I mean I guess he’s sort of-ish right

- honestly he doesn’t really care but definitely teases you about it /ns

- “yeah? do I taste good, Y/N?” /ns!!

- “ow! ok, ok! not too hard!” while giggling

- “mhm…now kiss it better.” makes you kiss where you bit him every time.

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now I know I ain’t the only one who bites like that 🤨

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shroomaz · 4 months

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The Disaster Twins!🟣🔵

I thought this would be a funny thing to draw- turns out it gives me life seeing this brotherly cool colored pair have fun✨✨✨

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #rise donnie #rise of the tmnt #donnie #leonardo #disaster twins #tmnt fanart #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt leo x reader

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notjustdragonspages · 5 months

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Pov: Work turtle checking you out ❤️

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt fanart #art #chuckling at my own caption #donnie x reader #rise donnie x reader #rise donnie x you #rottmnt donnie x reader

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yanteetle · 5 months

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My brother made this edit 😭

I LOVE THE EDIT HELLO?? Have this humble animation in return, and say hi to your brother for me, I found the edit very amusing :)) ❤️ (I had this animation for a few months but Ive given up on trying to finish it, so theres some messed up frames here and there. Either way, please take care and have a nice day!)

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weloveraspberries · 12 days

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AND I NEVER FIND THAT FANFIC EVER AGAIN 🙁🙁🙁

#weloveraspberries #female hysteria #im just a girl #this is a girlblog #this is what makes us girls #female experience #girlblogging #girlhood #hell is a teenage girl #just girly things #bella hadid #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader

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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months

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hii! could u do a part 2 to teenagers? it’s a really cute one shot 😭

I had sm fun writing it 😭 omg thank you for this

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬... 𝐏𝐭 𝟐

You woke up to the sound of feet, whether it was your dad or hobie you didn’t know. Probably hobie, because Miguel usually left early.

You sat up, wiping your eyes, and sighing. Hobie wasn’t in bed.

You got up from the bed and walked into the kitchen. Hobie was cooking eggs.

“Didnt know you knew how to cook.” You said, with a smile. He turned his head at the sound of your voice.

“‘Course I do. What kind of man doesn’t know how to?” He said.

You laughed quietly as you watched him.

The front door opened, Miguel walked in and passed the kitchen, but stopping for a moment. He stared at Hobie, who was shirtless.

You quickly turned around. “Dad- uh-“

Miguel sighed “Please tell me you didn’t sleep in the same bed.”

“papá, no, no do-“

(Dad, we didn’t-)

“Yeah, we did.” Hobie said, you flinched as he said that knowing what was coming.

“Papá, no te enojes Por favor-“

(Dad, please don’t get mad-)

He sighed, rubbing his temple. He was silent for a while.

“It’s fine. I get it, You guys are 16. Just as long as you’re not-“

“We’re not-“

“Just… if you break her heart, I’ll fucking break you in half.” He said, looking at Hobie who started putting eggs on the plates.

“No need to worry bout that, cause it ain’t happenin.” He handed you a plate and kissed you on the cheek.

Miguel sighed, and continued into his room to grab what he came in for.

“Bye, Miguel!” Hobie said while eating.

“Chew with your mouth closed.” You scolded him.

“And quit calling me Miguel! That’s Mr. O’Hara to you.” He told Hobie, and slammed the door.

“Teenagers…” Miguel mumbled, rolling his eyes.

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #spider punk #spider punk x reader #spider man across the spider verse #teenagers hobie brown series

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fluffytriceratops · 8 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 [𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞]

notes: raph reacting to y/n pulling him in for a kiss by his belt. last one~! asjfdgidhkgbnsalkgnadkbnla'dnvb;oadbnladkbf- that's how i feel. :D

click here to read leo's ver.

click here to read donnie's ver.

click here to read mikey's ver.

warnings: mature language, nsfw mentions/sexual themes.

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @rheawritesforfun @s-s-ironnie @post-apocalyptic-daydream @mysticboombox @drowninghell @lec743 @raphielover @raphslovemuffin80 @squirrelfurs @bibiz82 @pheradream-15 @kikithedreamerwriter @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @moonsua1

(if you wish to be tagged in my future tmnt x reader related work, feel free to lemme know and i'll happily tag you!)

i love you all sm! have a lovely day/night! i'm sending you the very many virtual hugs!! <33

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- he would be stunned at first. not expecting the move.

- his hands would immediately grab for your waist, pulling you even closer against him as if it was second nature. which to him, it was.

- you could feel his lips quirk up in a smirk during the kiss.

- his grip would tighten, fingers digging into you a bit.

- when you'd pull away, you would copy his smirk with one of your own. then you'd wink as you slipped from his grasp and moved to walk away.

- he would blink himself out of his trance and grab your waist, growling in your ear.

- "careful there, y/n..." he'd start, lowering himself so his face was inches away from yours. "that's how babies are made." he would finish, nipping at your ear.

- "don't be daft, raphael.." you'd whisper, looking up at him from under your lashes.

- your hands find themselves around his neck and you twist his mask tails between your fingers. "take me to the bedroom and i'll show you how babies are really made."

- you don't have to tell him twice.

- you barely get the chance to finish your sentence before raph throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

- he's just glad his family is out, because after all the pleasurable noises he's able to slip out of you, his family would be scarred for sure.

- then again, you were so loud, calling his name like that, he was sure they'd be able to hear you all the way from april's.

- he wouldn't complain though, not for a damn second. he loved every single moment of it.

- every time you lolled your head back.

- every time you gripped the sheets or clawed at his skin.

- every single fucking sound that escaped your perfect lips.

- the way your back would arch.

- the vulgar cursing that fell out of that pretty mouth of yours.

- the way your legs would squeeze around him.

- he wanted it all.

- and he sure as hell got it.

- not that you would complain either. you loved it just as much.

- sometimes, you loved it even more.

- the two of you would end up showering together, which would result in steamy shower sex.

- by the end of the whole ordeal, you highly doubted you'd be able to walk at all the next day.

- but you weren't worried, cuz raph assured you he'd take good care of you.

- and he always did.

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