Raphael x reader

Chapter 10

It's late. You and Raph are sitting next to each other on the couch, only half paying attention to the movie playing in the background. Everyone else had either gone home or gone to bed. With the exception of Mikey, whom lay passed out on the floor using a bag of marshmallows as a pillow. Raphael had long ago draped his arm over the couch behind you and you had dubbed the limb as your pillow around the same time. Your eyelids grow heavy as the fog of sleep invades your mind. You feel safe and warm as you curl up to Raphael and promptly fall asleep.

You groggily wake up, still holding your eyes closed. You feel stiff. 'Oh i must have fallen asleep on the couch after the party.' You think. You try to stretch, but something is holding you in place. You open your eyes and blink a few times waiting for your sight to focus. For a moment you only see green, then you realise you have nestled your face in the crook of Raphael's neck. You find his arms draped over your back holding you against his plastron and your legs entangled with each other. 'That's why I can't move.' You think, still hazy from sleep.

You look up at Raphael. You've never been so close to him. Now you can study his face from up close you notice something a little alike scales dotting the skin.
'But his skin looks so smooth.' Before you know what you're doing you have moved your hand up to Raphael's cheek and run your fingers over his face. It feels a bit leathery, like the skin of a snake. It's definitely not unpleasant, you think.

Emerald eyes suddenly lock with yours and you shock out of your trance.

"What are you doin."

"Eehm... Couldn't move." You sheepishly state, trying to avoid the question about your weird face rubbing. You feel your cheeks burn.

Raphael's face bursts into flames as well as he finds his arms in the curves of your body, holding you close to him.

For a few awkward moments you could only stare at each other.

*Click!* You hear as you see a flash of light.
You turn your face from Raph as he does the same to see what happened. You see Mikey standing in front of you with a huge grin on his face and a camera in his hand. "Oh this is so going in my photo album."

"Mikey." Raphael says threateningly. He picks you up and sits you gently on the couch.

"But not before I show it to Donnie and Leo." Michaelangelo continues.

"Mikey." Raph is growling now and makes his way towards his youngest brother.

"And April and Casey ofcourse. Oh! Maybe master Splinter will let me hang it in the dojo!"

"Alright that's it!" Raph tackles his bro and they start fighting for the camera. You watch Raph put Mikey in a headlock, only to noogie him mercilessly, and smile. You can think about the weird feelings bubbling in your stomach some other time, right now it's time for breakfast.

After breakfast it's time for your first lesson. You change into yoga pants and a tank-top before going to the dojo and warming up. Not long after, master Splinter greets you and your training begins.

You are standing in the showers after your first lesson had ended. For a total ninjitsu noob, you think you did pretty well today. But you couldn't help but notice Raph staring at you throughout the lesson. It gave you a funny feeling. You wonder if he was thinking about this morning. It certainly hadn't left your mind. Nor has the feeling you get every time Raph even shows up. You can't ignore it any longer. You have feelings for him, there is no denying that. You feel something for a 6 foot talking turtle with anger issues.

'This is crazy.' You think. 'Isn't this kinda bestiality? Nah that doesn't matter if we both consent, right? What will I tell my friends? What about mom and dad? Bro is definitely going to notice something. And I can't just walk up to them and say; hey, this mutated turtle is my boyfriend, he's also a ninja. Oh and other ninja are hunting him and everyone around him down. But I'm totes safe! Because a mutant rat, whom would also be my father in law, is training me in ninjitsu! Face it...You're screwed Y/n.' A blush creeps up your face. 'How would screwing work?'

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Raphael is lying on his bed studying the ceiling. He is confused. You hadn't left his mind in days and it's fucking with his concentration. When he had woken up and found you sprawled over his plastron, your sleepy face so close your lips almost touched, he was sure it was a dream. But he felt your fingers caressing his cheek, telling him it wasn't. Thinking about how soft your fingers felt on his skin makes Raph feel all mushy inside. 'Fuck. She is making me weak.' Raphael thinks. 'What the hell am I even feeling?' And then there was that outfit you had worn to training. He couldn't take his eyes off of you. The clothes showed every move you made and hugged your curves. The same curves Raphael felt that morning when he held you in his arms..

Raphael suddenly jumps from his bed and starts assaulting a nearby pillow.

"Why. Can't I. Get you. OUT OF MY HEAD!" Every word was punctuated by a punch on the pillow. By the end he had stuffed his head in the pillow and was screaming in the fabric.

Not long after, Raphael sneaks out of the Lair. He needed some time to sort out his thoughts.