Bending My Rules 18+

Like 'em Big

AN: I have so many stories to write but I had to do this. Blaming being sick, m'kay? Fever has got me bad and these meds got me loopy. Thinking we need some good, silly fun in our lives, right? Plus, now that I've watched Rise, I'm hungry for some big Raph appreciation. I know I ain't the only one

Part 2

All characters are aged up

Raphael x Reader

Warnings: near peril, easily smitten, possible errors due to fever (what kind of fever is up for deliberation🥴)

Cutting right to the chase. You like big dudes. That doesn't necessarily mean muscles, either. You just love you a big man - someone with a bit of something-something to them. More to love, you know? Given your track record with the greater world, it shouldn't be all that much of a mystery. Cats? Get yourself a tiger that you can cuddle into. Jumpers? Comfort central, baby. Beds? If you can't spread eagle then you see no point. The old-age saying does declare that the bigger the better, so who are you to disagree? How true that is may be up for debate but it’s merely as simple as understanding what your preferences are.

However, this makes dating a difficult ballpark to play in. No matter how tall, jacked, or voluptuous someone is, it never feels like enough. Human biology and genetics can only go so far in the conceivably possible sense. You just want to be absolutely engulfed when you get a hug. Is that such a crime? Apparently, it is. Unfortunately, you also seem to come across the worst jerks when you attempt to date within this set of criteria. One might argue it's your karmic justice for being so superficial and picky but a woman has needs. Not those kinds of needs, either. Get your head out of the gutter.

All hope seems lost and after yet again, another failed date, you decide to call it in for the evening and make your way home. A fresh failure and another wonderful outfit gone to waste. By no means is it anything flashy but you put a lot of work into it: pencil skirt, turtle neck sweater, and a nice pair of boots to compliment the look. The whole shebang! All of that effort for nothing. This is the last time you spend three hours doing your hair and makeup. Block after block, your feet grow heavier with every step. What you would give to come across a mountain-like man you can climb who is also a kindred spirit. Perhaps this dream guy will forever be that - a dream. Men like that don't just fall out of the sky.

"Look out!!"

The sudden shout almost scares you into tripping over and you look behind yourself, wishing you hadn’t. Two very large, very dangerous-looking figures entangled in battle, those of which are approaching your helpless little self. You quickly duck as the giants hurdle over you. One falls on its side whilst the other claws and skids against the ground, regaining its balance. It shakes its head and locks onto you, a guttural snarl rumbling past its jowls. Such a creature is surely from the stuff of nightmares. An indescribable nightmare whose sights are set on you. The smart option would be running away but it's as though your shoes have melted into the pavement. Pawing into the tarmac, the beastly thing growls and lunges for you. Great. This is how you die: torn limb from limb by a demon dog. Well, assuming your clothes join you, at least you’ll look like a total babe in the afterlife.

"Oh no ya’ don't," the other one yells from behind the predator, grabbing it by its tail. “Pretty ladies are not food!”

With a mighty tug, he pulls it back and swings it as far away from you as possible. You release a shaky breath, legs trembling beneath you. That was far too close for comfort. The fight isn’t quite over, however. Just as it approaches him, the green goliath swivels on his feet, full 180, and whacks the creature's jaw with a closed fist. His speed alone has you in awe but the force is astounding, practically earth-shattering. It completely knocks the air around you and pushes you onto your backside.

When the dust clears, the first thing you see is your saviour panting, his spiky shell(?) pointed towards you. Just past him in the distance, you notice three more figures in blue, purple, and orange taking a closer look at the unconscious tyrant. You swear one of them pokes at it with a stick. Witnessing strange beings such as this isn't entirely new. Anyone who's watched Chateau Pretenche knows about the celebrity chef turning into a grotesque pigman. To describe it in one word? Horrifying. It's just whether people choose to believe it genuinely happened or if these bizarre entities exist. Being up close and personally observing it now puts your scepticism in check.

As the humanoid turtle calms, he turns to face you, recapturing your attention. A red mask sits over his eyes and there’s a noticeable snaggle tooth poking past his upper lip. Typically, the prerogative is keeping out of sight but it’s much too late for that. He gradually advances towards you. You watch him warily and he keeps his movements slow for that very reason. It wouldn’t be a shock if you were to try and make an escape. He wouldn’t blame you. Currently, all he wants to do is make sure you weren’t hurt during that fiasco provided you don’t suddenly come out of your bewilderment and run off. You have good reason to but he just saved you. Either that or he’s as ravenous as that beast and wants you all to himself. The irrational conclusion remains as such - irrational - when he descends to one knee and outstretches a hand. There’s an irrefutable kindness in his eyes; a caring nature that can’t be replicated in the face of savage brutes.

"You okay?" he asks.

You continue to gawk without a word but, bit by bit, you reach out for his offer. Your fingers lightly trace the centre of his palm before comfortably trusting the proposal. His hand engulfs yours completely and Raph hopes to mercy that you don’t realise how sweaty he’s getting. He can feel his heart beating like crazy. He wonders how much of that is the adrenaline from the fight and how much of it is being in the presence of such a beautiful gal. As he helps you to your feet, he rises to his own. Someone of his stature shouldn’t be capable of being this delicate but he is. It has you running through a loop and you unintentionally stare at the remarkable behemoth.

Quite pathetically, you nod, unable to verbally respond to his question. How can you? You are effectively starstruck. Once you gloss over the turtle-y features, all you see is the sheer size of him as he towers over you. Height, width, the magnitude of those arms! All of it is glorious. You can hear the universe asking, “You want a big man, huh? How about one who isn’t human?” to which you answer, “Who gives a damn?”. If the only way a man can be this big is not to be human, so be it.

Amidst a whisper, your mouth moves on its own, "You're beautiful."

"What?"

"Huh?" Blinking out of your trance, you realise what you’ve said and giggle sheepishly, "I mean, you're be... ba... booming! Totally awesome with the whole- uh... saving thing." Nailed it. 

He blinks right back down at you. This is certainly a first. He can feel his face heating up and he withdraws his hand lest you endure the wrath of his bashfulness, opting to hold the back of his head. At this moment, he seems to look anywhere but you.

"Heh. Gee, thanks." His humility is adorable and you’re glad he doesn’t question your initial statement. He turns to you once more, regaining some composure. "You sure you're okay, though? That thing was pretty scary looking."

It’s clear that you haven’t sustained any physical injuries but even bearing witness to something so unsightly can have lasting effects on one's mind. His brows furrow gently in concern down at you and it occurs to you that there’s a soft heart under all of that shell and muscle. Bonus points. This makes you smile for the first time in front of him and Raphael is sure that the streetlights got brighter.

You laugh fondly, “Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you.” Twiddling your fingers, your lips purse up in his direction.  “Is there any way I can repay you?”

He places his hands on his hips and chuckles cutely, “Just doing my duty, ma’am.”

He may be indulging in his alter ego - the Red Angel of Preventing Harm - but it’s not every day he gets paid thanks when he saves someone. It’s also not every day he gets to save such a pretty woman, either. You, however, can’t just leave it at that. There must be some way in which you can properly thank him. Ulterior motives include getting to know this already loveable lug better but shh. It feels like the odds are finally turning in your favour and you won’t let this slip away from your grasp. That’s when it hits you.

Muttering under your breath, you erratically search through the confines of your little handbag. You are certain that you had one in here somewhere. In the spare pocket maybe? Ah! Found it. Fumbling to take the lid off of your pen, you hold out your hand, gesturing for his. He slowly complies, to which you jot down a series of digits on his palm accompanied by your name and a tiny 'x'. 

"Gimme a text sometime," is the last thing he hears before you disappear around a corner.

Oh? Oh. Ohhh. Wow. Getting your number is the last thing he expected. Did he get hit on the head during that scuffle or something? Was everything from the last few minutes a dream? He bores holes into the writing on his skin, scanning it over and over, scared that it’ll disappear if he so much as blinks. A dumb, wobbly smile not so gracefully decorates his lips as he trudges back to the turtle tank. He takes his seat but it’s obvious that he isn’t all there. Being so caught up in his rose-tinted bubble, he doesn’t register his brothers' voices. In an effort to gain his attention, Michelangelo jumps onto his shoulder, partly intrigued by what their leader is so absorbed by.

"Oh me gosh!” the young brother screams in shrill excitement, “Raph's in love!"

Careful not to smudge the neat ink, he’s quick to hide his hand against his chest. "That's crazy talk!”

Donatello sniffs the air and mockingly covers his nose. "The overwhelming manifestation of your nervous stink indicates otherwise, dear brother."

"I got a girl’s number!” he continues to defend, feeling his face go all kinds of red. “'Course, I'm nervous but that don’t mean I’m in love."

Lies and slander. It was practically love at first sight. He just doesn’t like the idea of his brothers knowing that. It’s easy pickings to be made fun of.

"Don't worry, Big Red. Lucky for you, you got a guy who knows all about the charm." Leonardo points both thumbs at himself as he falls back into his seat and props his legs up on the dashboard. "First, you just need to..."

The "helpful" advice drowns out as the large snapper opens and gazes at his palm again. He just can't comprehend how a gorgeous individual such as yourself could take one look at him and give him your number. It's puzzling but he supposes there’s a first for everything? That also doesn't mean he won't text you. The only thing getting in the way of that is fear. Raphael thinks he’d rather go toe-to-toe with that mutant dog again than have to face the risk of embarrassing himself. To anyone who knows him, it’s no surprise that he caves under pressure. No. He will do it! A chance like this is one in a million.

Oh boy. What could possibly go wrong?

@ africangonwild

Home For Christmas

Terry Richmond x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: none, lil bit of angst if you squint, fluff, short.

SUMMARY: Your husband, Terry, promises to be home to you and your daughters for Christmas, but will he really?

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The snow outside lit up the yard in the moonlight, frost nipping at the windowsill the more the weather dropped. There wasn’t a soul outside, not even the little black cat you saw wandering around late at night. Even she couldn’t be bothered with the harsh cold.

The house was warm and so was the hot chocolate you cuddled in your hand, but nothing could warm you the way you needed to be warmed. Nothing could make you feel the Christmas spirit you wanted to feel.

You missed your husband like crazy and your kids did too. They could feel the sadness radiating off of your body and it didn’t make it better for them, but you couldn’t help it. Terry had been stuck in another state for work, promising that he’d be back on time for Christmas, yet, he hadn’t shown and it was 5 hours to 12.

The roads had closed and from what you heard, till further notice. Flights were being canceled left and right, hell, you were nearly snowed into the house, only a small walk way you shoveled earlier prevailing, but even that was starting to freeze over a bit.

“Mama” Your 7 year old daughter, Tiana, called for you, looking up from her laying position in your lap.

You gave her your attention, a soft smile spreading on your face. She looked just like you when she was upset. You felt bad that she was sad too, but it was the cutest face she made that made you smile.

“I thought daddy said he’d be here by nowww” She whines, her baby sister, Jasmine, almost immediately getting annoyed as this was her fifth time mentioning what she thought was the obvious.

“Ana, you have to wait! Mommy told you already” Her little finger pointed at sister with agitation on her face that made you wanna laugh, but that’d just get you scolded by ‘little miss thinks she’s mommy’ too and you didn’t think you had the energy to correct it tonight.

She had so much attitude before she even turned 4, all of it inherited right from Terry when it came to people she cared for the most, a trait of loyalty you were sure Terry also took part in.

Before they could even get to arguing, you set your mug down on the windowsill and gathered them both up next to you, their matching onesies getting all bunched up from mixing in one spot for so long.

“Aht, cut it out you two. Daddy means well when he tells us things, but…maybe he just got the times wrong. If he isn’t back by tomorrow, then we’ll just have to forgive him, okay?”

Your youngest’s eyes quickly fill with tears that pull at your heart strings, her lip poking up with a quiver only Terry could settle at the moment. “So he’s not coming back tonight?”

You sigh. A few more hours of this and you were sure to cry with her.

“How about we wish really hard and go to bed, then see what happens?” Your children were quick to try and disagree while attempting to flee, but you swooped them up into your arms anyway and cuddled them close, giving them their nightly kisses.

Your back may be aching tomorrow from sharing a couch with two children, but they convinced you earlier to be around here to ‘catch santa’ and you couldn’t help but give in with the possibility of Terry not being here and upsetting them further.

Hours ticked by and you counted almost all of them, going in and out of sleep until you were knocked out of your cycle by the sound of boots against hardwood. Your eyes cracked open, seemingly at the same time as the mini-me’s laying on top of you, that followed by a gasp from both of the girls.

You and the kids almost leap from your seats, the sun outside the floor to ceiling windows in the living room making an attempt to blind all three of you, but all of you were on a mission that couldn’t be ruined by sleep still being in your eyes.

“DADDY!!!” The screams of joy were so loud from the kids that you would have thought they were awake all along, not a speck of grogginess in their voice.

Terry toppled over with both of them jumping for his legs, but he still managed to hold them properly, giving them both kisses on their chubby cheeks that they happily accepted. You had no idea how he pulled something like this off, not to mention bringing the rest of their presents from ‘santa’ in without disturbing anyone’s sleep.

“Really?” You ask in disbelief, Terry giving you a shrug before sitting up, sending the two off to pick a present out to open.

You were still curious, a shrug not being enough for you. “How?” You squint, helping him up from the floor.

“Christmas magic, baby. I always find a way”

He smiles and kisses your lips, then leads you to the tree. Again, the explanation wasn’t enough.

“Oh, please! Don’t gimme that, I’m not five, Terry” You complain, pulling his hand off of yours to demand a direct answer.

Terry sighs and looks at you with his arms now crossed, still happy despite being pressed before you even moved to give him a kiss first. “If I told you, you’d call me a liar”

“Well…” You wait, tapping your foot to add on effect.

There was a hint of childishness in his smile, you already knowing this wouldn’t be the answer you wanted either. “Santa brought me”

“….Nigg-”

Before you could even call out bullshit, You were quickly shut up by the presence of your kids, the both of them gasping in awe at what they just overheard being revealed to you.

“You know what…fine” You throw your hands up in defeat and chop it up to what he said, Christmas magic.

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As the children settled down and played with their toys, you became stuck to your husbands side like you were glued there, your arms wrapped around him. You admired him while he admired the kids, your tummy fluttering with butterflies similar to when you two first met.

“I really hope you know…” You started, bringing his attention to you.

“Hm?”

“That I love you and your determination to always come through for us, especially your kids, makes me love you even more”

He smiles brightly, his heart skipping beats. “I’m supposed to. Not that I don’t want to also, but I hate to see yall upset. Plus, I couldn’t miss their faces opening their new ballet shoes”

You smile back at him and stand on your tip toes for a kiss, savoring the warmth of his embrace.

“Oh, and I was gonna let them jump you if you were late. They told me not to tell you” You say after pulling from your fifth kiss that day.

“Wooow, straight out the gate? No warning?”

“Mhm! nothing but elbows as soon as you walked through that door”

Terry shook his head with a laugh, already plotting on catching the two off guard with a little roughhousing session.

“It be your own kids”

“Yup. May have told them to get a little lick in for me too”

You shrug, letting him go and walking off into the kitchen, knowing he’d follow like a stray.

“Damn, mama too? What’d I do to her?”

Wrapping his arms around you while still in motion, he mimics your footsteps all the way to the counter.

“Leave me with two hard heads for a week. I got something for you later though”

He smiles against your neck then playfully bites at you, your chin tucking in to protect yourself.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Mrs.Richmond”

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💌- Merry Christmas! i hope yall enjoyed yalls holiday. Here’s something short and sweet cause i love a good family fic lmao. <3

ANYTHING YOU WANT (FINAL PART): AVA COLEMAN X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER

SUMMARY - Yet another sub is hired to fill in for Janine, Ava think she wants this one to stay for a while...

Part one: here

You and Ava had been tip toeing around each other for weeks. Ever since that day in her office the tension between the two of you had skyrocketed.

It started a game between the two of you, almost like cat and mouse. Neither of you intended to crack first so you both did your best to drive the each other crazy until the other eventually did.

Ava knew you couldn't resist when she touched you. Her hands were all over you every chance she got, whether that be on the small of your back as the two of you walked side by side, or her fingertips brushing your arms to soothe you when you came to her with a concern, or when she'd always find an excuse to touch your face like when your lipstick smudged a bit or you had crumbs on your cheeks from lunch.

Everything she did drove you wild but you knew exactly what to do to keep her hot and bothered as well.

Whether it be the form fitting dresses and skirts you always wore that hugged your ass and hips just right that had her eyes glued to you as you walked, or when your blouses showed not too much cleavage for it to be inappropriate to wear in front of the students but just enough to have her lose focus as she tried her best to keep her eyes on your face when the two of you were in conversation, or when you'd get real close to her and whisper things in her ear that could've easily been said out loud just to feel the heat radiate off her skin as she melted at the sultry tone of your voice.

These last couple of days she'd been in a mood, outside of the sexual tension the two of you got along pretty well and became close friends. Close enough that you often spend time at each other's places on the weekend cooking each other meals, having sleepovers, doing each other's hair and live-streaming on her tik tok.

You actually made quite a few friends since coming to Abbott and amongst them was Will.

Will was also new to Abbott, he was brought in as an art teacher, replacing the last one. The two of you hit it off instantly after you found out you were both raised in the same part of Philly.

Ava wasn't very fond of Will and you couldn't exactly understand why.

"He's the only person on the planet i know that can make the most enjoyable subject so boring. It's art class why the hell do they have text books and not easels and paint brushes?!"

Though Ava wasn't very fond of many of people so you didn't think much of it, until she started acting off.

The weekend had rolled around once again and you couldn't have been happier for the two days away from Abbott. You loved the place but it could also suck the life out of you from time to time so being away for just a little while helped.

You had no plans other than to relax for the next two days and maybe go over to Ava's but Will wasn't having any of it.

"Listen there's this new club that just opened up and i really want to go, pleaseeee?" He begged.

You could almost see the pout on his face through the phone, he could be very convincing at times but you were eager to stay home so you were putting up a bit of a fight this time.

"I don't know, i was hoping to stay in this weekend." You bit your lip.

"Come on y/n, i'll pay for our entry and all the drinkssss." He baited.

"Sounds very tempting." You gave in a bit.

"How about we make a deal, if you come with me tonight and you're not feeling it then we can just leave and go to that pizza place you like instead." He suggested.

"Alright fine, i'm gonna hold you to that." You caved.

"I know you will, pick you up at 8?" He asked.

"Yes and oh! I'll invite Ava if that's ok with you." You caught him before he hung up.

"Ava? I don't know if she'll be up for clubbing with someone she hates." He spoke flatly.

"Ok hate is a strong word, Ava doesn't hate you." You frowned.

"Her actions say otherwise." He winced.

"She acts that way around most people she isn't close with, give her time to get to know you and i'm sure the two of you will get along fine." You spoke optimistically.

"In fact this will be the perfect opportunity for the two of you to bond." You added.

"I guess so." He shrugged.

That night was filled with poor attempts to make small talk followed by long awkward silence afterwards. Ava was pretty sour after the whole thing and was a little upset with you for dragging her out.

Ever since then she began acting a bit strange, well she was acting like herself just a bit unusual when Will was around.

When you sat with each other in the break room for lunch she pulled up a chair and sat directly between the two of you, usually inserting herself into your conversation.

When she sees the two of you walking together pulls you to the side coming up with some lame excuse to get you to walk and talk with her instead.

When she notices the two of you in the hallways outside your classrooms she makes announcements over the intercom asking Will to come to her office.

"She's jealous." Will brings it up one day.

"Ava jealous?!" You laughed.

"Come on y/n it's so obvious, she can't stand seeing the two of us together. Just last week she called me to her office to tell me to stop slacking off during fundamental learning time. My kids were in the gym so i had a break. Also somehow i'm the only one who got the lecture, i was literally in the hall talking to you." He rolled his eyes.

"I think you're looking a little too far into it, she always messes with the new teachers sort of like a hazing." You explained.

"I think you're not looking to it enough. Anyways i'll see you later i have to go, she shortened my lunch break by 15 minutes."  He grabbed his things.

What Will said bounced around your head for the rest of the day.

You decided to get to the bottom of it.

You said goodbye to your coworkers before heading into Ava’s office.

You were hit with a feeling of deja vu standing in front of her desk.

“Can we talk?” You actually sit in one of the chairs this time instead of looming over her.

“Yeah what’s up?” She stops whatever she’s doing on the computer to give you her undivided attention.

“Why are you being so hard on Will?” You asked.

“I’m not being hard on him, i’m just pushing him to become a better teacher.” She lied.

“Ava you cut his lunch break by 15 minutes, we barely get enough time to eat as it is. You’re being a bit harsh don’t you think?” You furrowed your brows.

“Well i think you’re being a bit easy, why you defending him so much huh? He your little boyfriend or something?” Her voice raised a few octaves.

“He was right.” You shook your head, laughing to yourself.

“Who was right about what?” She looked at you suspiciously.

“You’re jealous, you think i like him.” You stood putting your finger in her face.

“I have NO idea what you’re talking about, how could i be jealous of Will?”She scoffed grabbing your finger.

“Come on Ava, are we really gonna keep pretending that there isn’t something going on here.” You motioned between the two of you.

She looked down for a moment picking at her nails, you could tell she was deciding whether to say something or not.

“I wasn’t intending on admitting anything first, you know how much i hate losing.” She huffed.

“But i like you, a lot y/n and i know Will does too, i see it all over his face when the two of you together. I just got scared, scared that you might like him too.” She whispered the last part.

As much as you wanted to tease her to the ends of the earth you didn’t, you knew being vulnerable was hard for Ava, she hated feeling so small and it made you happy that she trusted you enough to let her guard down a bit around you.

“Ava i can assure you that me and Will have nothing going on. We’re just friends, I don’t even like men!” You giggle walking closer to her.

“Plus i kind of have my eye on someone else.” You admitted.

“Who?” She tries to act like she doesn’t care.

“I’m looking at her.” You lift her chin.

You sit on her lap grabbing the sides of her face, pulling her into a sweet kiss.

“Can i take you home?” Her eyes soften as she looks at you.

“Do you even have to ask?”

A/N - I feel like jealous Ava would be this petty, i hope you guys like it. 🌻