Tmnt Raphael X Reader Novels & Stories

Author's POV Raphael was still on his way driving back to Xavier’s home after he returned the costumes back to the pawn shop. He called Xandros to explain the new situation at hand Xandros was in the house, sitting around and drinking a can of beer when his phone rang “Hey man! Is it done? I hope Xyla is safe and okay?" "Not quite! I messed up boss, I'm really sorry…” Raphael said as he was breathing heavily on the phone "I think she might catch up to me or even him…" Raphael continues

Raphael only moaned louder, clawing down Xavier’s back with his nails, blood mixing with sweat, with want, with vengeance. When Xavier finally freed his pulsing c*ck and pressed it to Raphael’s entrance, he paused for a second. "Tell me," he ordered, his voice was rough, barely holding back. "Say it. Give me your fucking consent." Raphael’s eyes locked with his. Hands slipped on Xavier’s neck, wild and shining. "Do it. Ruin me, dear brother." The first thrust was brutal, without prepping. "AGH-HHH…" Raphael screamed. As blod coated Xavier’s cck, the realization hit Xavier.

I had been wondering who Raphael's chosen mate might be, and now, watching the subtle exchange between him and Katrina, I couldn't help but think they would actually make a perfect pair. Titan's sarcastic comment echoed in my mind, "Knowing your brother, it's probably some dirty Necromancer." I couldn't help but laugh inwardly at his witty retort. And, honestly, he wasn't entirely off the mark. I could almost picture Raphael with a Necromancer, it was a peculiar yet intriguing match. Likely though, he had just marked someone and never actually planned to make the mark permanent, unlike myself who refused to mark a singular soul. Not even my dearest Katrina.

Tellie says to Bella “Sorry Babes,” Bella shows Tellie her empty bowl. Tellie takes her three chips to the front of the tv and sits down. “Okay I think Bella is Leo, Ryan is Michelangelo, I’m Donatello, and Raymond is absolutely Raphael,” Justin says. “I see it,” Ryan agrees. “I am not grumpy and mean,” Raymond protests. “Tellie,” Ryan asks getting her attention. “Who is Mr. Grumpy?” “Ray ray,” Tellie says with a baby giggle.

“I have a feeling he’s not going to appreciate that type of humor.” The display on his screen showed that the phone was ringing, but there was still no answer. “Oh please, Logan,” Kelda rolled her eyes. “I fought alongside Raph when I was on the side of the Divine. That guy had more affairs with Earth women than you can imagine. He even got a few of them pregnant. It was a massive scandal at the time.” “No way.” Rafe sounded goblinressed. “Raph has halflings?” “Halfling?” Logan questioned.

Lucian read, rather fluently. The door flew open and someone walked in, Raphael. “You're late” Mr Alister stated. Rapheal gave him a once over before walking towards his seat, he raises his eyes in my direction and I look away. Lucian continues reading. Raphael stands in front of his seat, I noticed the plaster on his face and the bruise beside his lips. He contemplates something before he looks towards me. I can feel his eyes but I don't bother raising my head. He plops in the seat behind me; his original seat.

He kneels in front of me, hands gentle but trembling with restrained fury. “He shouldn’t be able to do that,” Raph growls. “Not across this distance. Not unless he’s deliberately trying to hurt you.” “He is,” I whisper. “He thinks I betrayed him.” Raph stares at me for a long moment, something fierce and unbearably pained flickering through his eyes. “You didn’t.” I choke out a soft, broken laugh. “Tell that to him.” “I just did,” Raph snaps, then catches himself, exhaling slowly. “Pearl. Look at me.”

They had already set up a few tents, and there was already food prepared on the table. People were also slowly gathering up. Without even thinking, her eyes landed on Raphael who was just sitting on the corner, eating a piece of watermelon. He was just quiet, and wasn’t in other people’s circles. For a moment, he could almost be seen as an introvert, but he was far from being one. It looked like he was thinking deeply of something, and Timothee, even if she kept telling herself to look away, couldn’t get herself to look away.

The way he looked, the way he carried himself, so simple, yet one could tell he was a billionaire. He had long hair, the same length as Ian’s, only his was blonde. That’s when Fatima noticed the shape of his nose, straight and pointy, just like Ian’s. It was like looking at Ian’s twin brother. “My name is Raphael. But you can call me Raph. Nice to finally meet you,” he introduced himself, taking Fatima’s hand to his lips, which she hadn’t even realized she had given him, as she was too shocked just looking at him.

Shame crashed over him in violent waves, but underneath it, his cock twitched again, still painfully hard, as if his body refused to listen to his brain. “Raphael… fuck—” Liam’s voice came out hoarse and cracked. He bent down quickly, snatching the fallen towel and clutching it in front of his groin with both hands. “This— this isn’t— I’m not— Fuck!” Raphael hadn’t moved. He sat on the wooden bench, towel still slung dangerously low on his hips, his own chest rising and falling a little faster than before. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as they raked over Liam’s body — slow, deliberate, and hungry. A faint sheen of sweat covered his sculpted shoulders and abs, making him look almost u