#TMNT 2007 Raph

[serene-sabo]

Is he gonna be alright? You're still here? Go back to your jungle. Well, at least his personality is still intact.

[nightwatcherraph]

[oozedninjas]

The orange peel theory

You saw this trend on TikTok, and now you must try it with your boyfriend. Would they pass the test?

General verses / sfw / ninja guys are late 20's

"Honey, I was wondering if you could help me peel this orange," you say before sitting next to him on the couch. His favorite show was about to start.

Leo looked at the orange, then at you, before taking it with a sweet smile. "Gladly."

This man never misses an opportunity to impress you.

Leo peeled a fragment with the sharp end of his katana, then removed it entirely with precise movements. He stole a few glances at you, wearing a flirty smile.

"Thank you, Leo."

He grins. "It's always an honor to help you."

"Babe, are you busy?"

Raphael turned, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

"I was just about to go on patrol. Why?"

"Would you mind helping me peel this orange?"

He tilted his head. You weren't one to ask for help with trivial stuff. Yet, Raphael shrugged, minding the way your eyes seemed to sparkle. It brought a smile to his face.

"Sure! Pass it over."

Raph peeled the orange, mindful not to bruise it as you admired the strength in his hands and his clumsy attempt at gentleness.

"Here you go."

It looked ridiculously tiny in his hand. You giggled. "Thanks, babe."

"Thanks?" Raph leaned over the wall, trapping you between his plastron and the bricks. "A kiss is the price to pay," he teased.

"Hey, love, I was wondering if you'd help me peel my orange?"

Donatello tuned to you, adjusting his glasses over his nose. "Of course, I'd be happy to assist," he gave you a sweet smile before cleaning up his hands.

"Would you like the orange peeled only, or do you want it sliced into wedges? I can put it on a plate— I think we have some little toothpicks around here; they'll help you eat it more comfortably," He said, moving through the place.

You weren't sure if he was talking to you or thinking out loud, but it mattered not. He definitely passed the vibe check. You were with the right man and couldn't be happier.

"Mikey baby, would you help me peel this?" you said, handing him the orange.

He was thrilled anytime you made him feel needed.

"Sure thing, angel. Watch and learn from the master of orange-peeling!" he said in an attempt to show off.

He's probably waving unexisting brows.

You sighed in that endearing way that only surfaced when he was around. Mikey eagerly peeled the orange and then bowed to present it to you.

"Thank you, mister."

"Anything for my baby!"

He'll be happy if you ask to eat it together.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

shower sex with 07 raph?! 🤭😩

Shower Sex (18+)

2007!Raphael x reader

A/N: And two weeks later, it is finally here! Some quick shower sew with Raphie boy! Hope you enjoy❤️

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Sex (of course. Very creative of me), spelling.

“Fuck”, Raph groaned as he slowly pulled out of you your still swollen cunt. You whimpered at the loss of Raph’s cock, filling empty as you clung around nothing. Raph down beside you, his eyes closed with heavy breathing, sweat running down his skin, just like yours. “That was exactly what I needed”.

You chuckled at your boyfriend, snuggling closer to him, feeling his toned arm wrap around you. “Too tired for a second round?”, you asked in a teasing tone, resting your head on his chest, sneaking your weak naked legs around his, whimpering slightly at the small pain in your muscles.

“I’m never too tired for a second around”, Raph laughed, pulling you in closer to him. “But I could use a shower”.

“Me too”, you said, grimacing at the smell that came from your sweaty skin. You could only imagine how badly you smelled to your boyfriend with his heightened sense of smell. It could not be nice.

You and Raph went into your bathroom, turning on the shower head, letting it run as you got ready. Finding towels for the two of you, making sure they were ready when you got out of the shower. Raph took off his bandana, before reaching a hand into the shower, feeling the temperature, acting like he couldn’t feel your eyes on the back of his head.

You often found yourself staring at Raph, wondering how you could have been so lucky to have a boyfriend like him, admiring his features when you thought he wasn’t looking. A mutant turtle with the wildest stamina, and the most caring personality you had ever encountered. He was incredibly handsome and extremely talented in everything he did. He was everything you could have ever wanted and yet so much better.

Your eyes traveled over Raph’s body, the curve of his shell and the form of his toned muscles, and how they flexed whenever he moved, along with the soft movements of his small tail that poked out underneath his shell. Your thoughts went straight to what you and Raph had been doing in your bathroom just a few moments ago. How he had been pounding into you, keeping you moaning and whimpering in absolute bliss. The small flashback made your stomach tingle, a small rush of excitement running down between your legs.

Raph turned to you, his eyes doing a quick run over of your still naked body, lingering at your mount between your thighs. Even with the water running next to him, he knew what you were feeling. He could smell it, a smirk spreading on his face.

“Like what you’re seeing?”, he asked, his raspy voice sending shivers down your spine, directly towards your lower region, only making your sweet scent stronger for Raph’s nose. There were still times where he almost couldn’t believe that this was real. You, such a beautiful human, being in love with him, your body reacting to him in such beautiful ways.

“Of course I do”, you said, taking a few steps towards him, your soft fingertips reaching for his toned biceps. “I could stare at you for hours”.

“You’re saying it like you don’t do that already”, Raph chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, keeping his still wet hand inside the shower. His dry hand going a little lower on your back, reaching closer and closer to your ass, slowly grabbing on to it, enjoying the small sound that came out of you. “You stare like I haven’t just fucked your brains out a moment ago”.

You bit your lip, not sure what to say. Raph would always shock you with such comments, causing excitement to build up inside of you. The glint in his eyes and the smirk that played in his lips. You could feel the heat build up between your legs, slowly moving them together in an attempt to create some type of fiction. And Raph loved it when his straight-forward comments did such things to you.

“I can’t help it”, you smiled, feeling your cheeks getting hot, not from embarrassment but by the increasing beat of your heart. Yet another bit to your lips as you took in his features once more. The things just the sight of him could do to you. You still remembered the days before you got together, where you could only pleasure yourself to the thought of him. “You just look too good for me not to stare”.

Raph chuckled, pulling you with him under the rushing water of the shower head. You hummed in delight at the comfortable temperature, as it fell over you and Raph, wetting your skin and slowly washing the sweat off, drop by drop.

The hand that still rested on your butt cheek another squish, making your jump a little, your eyes meeting his playful once. Obviously your previous comment had stroked his ego just the right way, making his thoughts and hands tingle with the desire to feel around your skin once more.

You didn’t get to say a word before his lips found yours in a playful kiss, just like they had done inside your bedroom. You hummed against his lips and rested your arms around his neck, parting your mouth slightly as his tongue asked for entrance.

Raph’s other hand found your other ass cheek, pulling you closer to him, grinding you ever so slowly against his cloaca, churning as small sounds escaped your lips, being just loud enough for him to hear through the sound of water hitting the bathroom tiles.

One of the hands went from your ass, slowly over your hip, getting closer and closer to the growing heat between your legs, that was only getting stronger. Stronger for your nerves, and stronger for Raph’s nose.

“Already ready for round two?”, he asked in a low voice, that almost made you close your breath, as his lips still lingered against yours. His hand dipping down between your legs, doing a smooth sweep over your already slick folds, making sure to give your still sensitive clit a small flick, making you shiver at his touch.

“I’m always ready for you, Raph”, you smiled, leaning your head back just a little.

In one swift move, Raph picked you up, once again with both hands on your cheeks in order to support you. You yelped and brought your legs around his torso, as far as his shell allowed you to. He was quick to press you up against the tile wall, making you squirm a little as your back came into contact with the cold stone. However you soon felt warmth spread through you once more, as you felt Raph press his cloaca up against your entrance, lining himself up with you.

“Then let’s skip the foreplay”, he groaned as he slowly humped against you, listening to your heavy breathing. “I’m going to drop straight into you”.

You whimpered a little, feeling yourself getting wetter by his words. Raph had never been a Shakspear, but his words did something to you everytime. Making you hot and excited for when he would fill you out, even if he had done so a little earlier in the day.

“Please do it, Raph”, you whimpered, clinging onto him as he continuously grounded himself against you, already feeling the desire burn inside of you at the thought of him filling your freshly fucked cunt up once again.

“I love it when you’re eager”, Raph growled with that self satisfied smirk of his, feeling himself getting closer and closer to drop inside of you. His lips found yours once again, pressing himself closer to you, you breast pressed up against his plastron - a feeling both of you loved.

You gasped, your mouth open wide as you felt Raph drop into you, stretching your very sensitive walls as made his way into you. Raph groaned, not letting you relax before he was fully inside of you, your walls instinctively clinging around his shaft and sensitive head.

With the water still raining down over you, Raph started moving, pulling himself out of you before pushing back in, making you rest your head against the wall.

“How can you always feel so good?”, Raph asked between thrust, slightly increasing his speed, throwing his head back in pleasure. “Fuck!”

The sound of your wet skin slapping together started to echo against the tile walls, only becoming faster and faster as you bounced against the wall, Raph’s dick hitting the most amazing spots inside of you.

You were surprised at how fast the pressure was building in your lower region. You blamed the good fucking Raph had given you just before the shower, and all of your overly sensitive spots, but you could not complain. It felt amazing, just like any other time Raph pounding into you.

Raph felt your walls slowly close around him, groaning as he rested his head against your shoulder, pressing small kisses to your pulse point.

“Raph!”, you called out, your nails digging into his skin. “Keep going! Fuck! I’m getting close!”

Raph growled, quickly pulling your legs up over his forearms, before thrusting into you once again, his speed only getting greater, the bottom of his plastron rubbing deliciously against your clit. You cried out in pleasure, not caring one bit that your neighbors might have gotten very tired of you at that point.

Your toes started to curl as you felt yourself getting closer and closer, fighting to ground yourself with the grip you had on Raph’s shoulder, the water rolling down your body making all of your nerve endings light on fire, along with Raph’s heavy breathing and beautiful voice.

With a scream of pleasure, your second orgasm of the day rolled over you, causing your walls to clench around Raph, pushing him over the edge as well. With a loud and raspy moan, Raph came, emptying himself inside of you with each of his strokes.

Raph got ready to pull out, only for you to stop him, still with your legs over his forearms.

“Not yet”, you breathed, remembering how empty you felt when he pulled out of you earlier. “Just a little longer”.

Raph chuckled with a slight head shake, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re something else, (Y/N)”, he said, making sure he had a good hold on you. With his strength, he could easily hold you up for a little longer. “Thought we agreed to take a shower”.

“Just a moment”, you smiled tiredly. “And then a third round after a few snacks”.

“Deal”.

[matryoshkalex]

tmaynt day niiiiine!!!

i well,,, i did it with the leos and had a lot of fun so now i have to do it for all of them haha. 2007 and 2012 are the most short tempered i feel like (and thats saying something for raphs lol) n i feel like they would end up fighting,, 2007 called 2012 short stack one too many times or smthn

meme ref under cut!!

tmaynt masterpost

again dunno the creator n the watermark is so pixelated idk what it says :( if you know the og artist pls lmk!!

[niphredil-14]

TMNT Rapael/Reader- "Held Space"

A/N: this took me absolute ages and is unedited because i got lazy. shoutout to my now ex-gf for dumping me which gave me the inspiration to finally finish this fic Pairing: Best-friend!Raphael (i imagined this as 2003, but frankly could be any of them)/reader Content Warnings: cheating, insults, toxic bf, best-friend raph Word Count: 2.1k

She stood on the subway, arm reaching up to hold onto the handgrip as she quickly switched her gaze between her phone and her surroundings. There were too many people around, and so little space, but she did her best to shuffle around to keep some semblance of a personal bubble. She was lucky that she didn’t have too many stops between her work and home, and though it felt like much longer to her, within fifteen minutes of hopping onto the train, she was stepping off, eyes flicking down to her phone when it chimed. Unlocking her phone, it opened up to her text thread with one of her best friends, the contact name, raphie, followed by a ninja emoji, a turtle emoji, and a red scarf emoji. She had promised to text him once she had got off work and was heading home. Most of the thread had been meaningless rambles, a few memes, and lots of complaints about the horrors of customer service from her, and even more complaints about Leo from him. It was the newest additions to the thread that captured her attention.

You: I mean, at least my bf’s on cooking duty tonight. I don’t think that I could handle having to cook after today lmao

raphie: yeah, so long as you trust him to not fill it chock full of nuts and not know where your epi-pen is again.

You: yeah that sucked

You: But that was one time! And I feel like it can he easy to forget someone’s allergies if it wasn’t all that important before. And he’s been better lately!

raphie: better as in actually good? Or better as in just not ghosting you for weeks at a time even though you live in the same apartment??

She sighed as she looked down at her phone. Raph had insanely high standard for anyone that was close to the people he cared about, and she was sure that it was just his protective side showing a bit. She figured that if Raph just knew him a bit better, that he wouldn’t be so harsh on him. She thought that it was just because Raph didn’t know him like she did, and that, really, Sam hadn’t been all that bad recently. Things seemed to be looking up. There was a brief time that he wasn’t being so loving, but in the past month, he had really turned around, he was amicable and affectionate, and kept up his side of the chore chart, he was really putting in an effort. And Raph, she thought, just didn’t know what he was talking about. She pondered all of this as she walked the few blocks from the train station to her apartment. With every step, her exhaustion grew, until the reached her door. She struggled with her keys for a moment, before finally getting them into the lock and turning the handle, letting the door swing open. She took a step into the apartment, shutting the door behind her, and dropping her purse down on the floor beside her. It was when the purse did not land flatly as it normally would that she looked down, and found that another purse had gotten in the way of a successful landing. Confusion wrote itself across her face, as her eyes then trailed around the room, finding several feminine items that most certainly did not belong to her. She experienced a strange sense of extreme clarity and clear-headedness that was always so unexpected in moments of great pain and betrayal. She let her gaze travel all over the room a few more times, as she then noticed the sounds emanating from her bedroom. She pulled out her phone and opened her most recent text thread.

You: raph

raphie: ?

You: I need you to come to my apartment now.

She slid her phone back into her pocket, not waiting for a response, and quietly opened the door again.

“Baby! I’m home! I thought you were gonna start on dinner?” She called out as she slammed the door shut. The noises from the bedroom ceased, and she imagined the panic on the lovers’ faces. She waited a moment by the door, and heard a voice yell from the bedroom.

“You have a girlfriend?” A feminine voice spoke. His voice was muffled through the door, though she could tell that the girl with him cut him off. “You fucking asshole!” She heard the two of them moving about in the bedroom, and moved to the kitchen, opening up a cupboard and grabbing a wine glass. The bedroom door slammed open, and a flustered woman stormed out and up to her. “I am so sorry! He told me that he was single, I had no idea, I swear.” She looked at the woman, and despite her anger, couldn’t logically stay mad when she knew that they had both been wronged.

“Not your fault that he’s a lying piece of shit.”

“No kidding.” The woman replied. They both stood there, somewhat awkwardly for a moment before the woman apologized again and left. She was given only aa moment of peace before her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend came stumbling out of the bedroom, evidently only just having finished putting on pants. He was paid no heed, as she reached for a corkscrew in the far back of a cupboard.

“Baby, I can explain!” The words flew out of his mouth, and he took a large inhale, as if preparing to ramble. She cut him off before his lungs had filled.

“There’s no need. You shouldn’t waste the little time that you have to gather your essentials.” She spoke, her voice calm and even.

“What?” He asked, incredulous.

“You can come back for the rest of your things Saturday at 3pm, as for now, just fill a bag or two with your most immediate essentials and leave.”

“The fuck?! You can’t kick me out! This is my home too!” He stepped towards her, and she looked at the clock. She knew Raph wouldn’t ignore her text.

“Not according to the lease. Which has only my name on it.”

“Bullshit! That doesn’t mean shit. And you didn’t even gimme a chance to explain!”

“There’s clearly nothing that needs to be explained. Despite what you may think, I’m not stupid. I’m fully capable of putting two and two together.” She cut off another one of his fruitless attempts to argue. “Sam. My name is on the lease, I, alone pay for the rent and all the bills. On top of my full time job, I also do a solid ninety-percent of the cleaning and chores, and pay for all of your stupid subscriptions. As far as the law, or anyone with basic common sense is concerned, I own this apartment and everything in it. Now, round up your shit, or at the very least your wallet and car keys, while you still have time to get out of my home.”

“The fuck do you mean,’still have time?’ I’m not going anywhere. You can’t force me out of my own damn house.” She could hear the bedroom window be forced open, and the thud of two feet landing on the ground.

“You will leave, or you will be forced to leave.” She said, doing her best to not allow her emotions to show in her voice. He continued to step closer to her, still yelling.

“You really think you can force me to do anything, bitch?” She turned to face him, and looked past him, seeing Raph quickly approach. A smile beautifully matched the cold look glowing in her eyes.

“I don’t need to. You’re leaving.” She said, firmly. He lurched, but a much larger arm than his came around his neck, and applied heavy force, forcing a choked out wheeze to fall from his lips. Sam was pulled backwards into a firm body, his hands unsuccessfully clawing at the arm around his neck.

Raph spoke with a large smirk etched across his snout. “This guy botherin’ you, ma’am?” Humor dripped from every syllable. She returned his smile kindly.

“As a matter of fact, he is.”

“Well, then, lemme take care of that for ya.” Raph said, sliding his arm away from Sam’s neck, and grabbing onto his thumb, twisting so that his body would follow as Raph dragged him to the door and threw him out, leaving him crumpled on the ground, gasping for air. She walked up beside Raph, and tossed Sam’s wallet on the ground in front of him, before retreating back into her apartment once more. Raph gave the pained man a cruel smile as he spoke. “And stay out!” After slamming the door in his face, Raph turned and walked farther into the apartment, reentering the kitchen once more, where he found her finally pouring herself a glass of wine.

He stepped towards her slowly, careful to not startle her. “Hey, uh, you okay?” She stood with her back facing him still. He saw her take a large sip of her wine, looking out the kitchen window. After a moment of hesitation, she spoke, her voice losing its conviction by the syllable.

“I’ll be fine. Thanks, Raph.” He took another few steps until he was only inches away from her. She still kept her back to him, and so he reached out and placed a gentle hand on her upper arm, carefully turning her to face him. As soon as they were face to face, she crumpled. Her lips pulled tight in a grimace, and her eyebrows scrunching up, the skin of her nose and cheeks already flushed and rosy, and her eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Oh sweetheart.” Raph said, bringing his other hand up to her un-held arm. “What happened?” Her head lolled slightly to the side, and a heavy sigh escaped her.

“You were right, and I should have listened to you.” She said, her voice breaking at long last. “I just-“ She stuttered. “I just wanted to believe that we were happy and that everything was good, you know?” He nodded along, and rubbed gently strokes on her arms as she told him the events of the night. “I don’t understand why he would do that. I did my best to be a good girlfriend. I did everything for him. Why wasn’t I good enough?” She was rambling, just letting all of her negative and untrue thoughts come barreling right out of her mouth. Raph’s grimace grew as he was forced to listen to all her depressing self-talk.

“Stop that.” He cut her off sharply, more so than he meant to. He attempted to correct his harshness by giving her a small, reassuring smile. “He’s just a dick, you did nothin’ wrong, it wasn’t you.” She inhaled, and he continued to talk before she got a chance to argue with him. “You were perfect, and he didn’t deserve you. I know how much work you put into the relationship, and how much effort you put into planning special things for him. You were not the issue. He was just the biggest piece of shit around, and you were unfortunate enough to fall for him.”

“Raph,” She said, quietly.

“’m not done.” He continued. “He was damn fuckin lucky to be blessed with your presence, let alone to have you as a girlfriend. You got any idea how lucky any man’d be to have you, huh?” She sniffled, and he pulled her in tighter, letting her hide her face in his shoulder. “I wish I coulda convinced you to leave him sooner. You deserve way better than that garbage, you hear me?” She burrowed her face deeper into the scaly skin of his shoulder. “You hear me?” He repeated, and waited until she nodded into his shoulder before he continued. “I know that it hurts now, but believe me when I say that you don’t need him. You could do so much better than him, Sweetheart, you don’t even know.”

The only sound that came from her in response were sniffles, routinely interrupted with a hiccup as she sobbed into his skin. He held her there for several moments, not offering any more words, simply sharing the experience with her and holding space for her pain, but he couldn’t just stand there for long. Gently, he adjusted his hold and lifted her off of the ground, holding her tight to his body, and began to steadily walk into the living room, dropping the both of them down onto the couch. He continued to hold her close, as he rubbed large, slow circles on her back, allowing her to push all of her tears out, uncaring of the slight dribble of snot beginning to drop onto his skin.

“You’re gonna be okay, Hon, I’m here, I’ve gotcha.”

[mistic-turtle]

*gets out from the sewers*

WHY THE HELL IS PEOPLE SAYING THIS GUY IT'S A PIECE OF SHIT?!!!!!

*smashes the table* I'M TAKING IT PERSONALLY, HE'S ME AND I AM HIS... I mean, HE... Also, his, but that's not the point shhdjdhfjdjdjdjsksjdhd

This little bean... This teddy bear could kill you, but would not. So here are the reasons why he's not bad.

He always puts the others' wellbeing over everything. Yeah, even over his own family.

He wears an armor heavier, EVERY NIGHT.

Even if he's tired, every night goes out his home to fight the crime in his city.

He loves his city and never could go away from there.

He knows he has to control his temper and anger, but nobody says to him how to do it.

The first friend he had, died. David was a person who understood him and even motivated him to continue.

We can't blame him, because we have to be realistic: You were trained to fight crime all your whole life and made it your objective, and only because your brother is out you won't do it...? Really? Raph was asking for some independence in the team. Everyone following their instinct, their own moral compass while the leader is out. Because that's how a team works: everyone pursuing the same objective, with everyone's autonomy.

Raph wasn't using his usual weapons: his sai. He was using other new ones even though he doesn't master them... Leo, shut the fuck up a bit, please. Stop being a dick with him.

Other thing I have to point out, it's that HE WAS WORKING ALONE! THIS DUDE BEAT A LOT OF ASSES EVERYDAY ALONE!

He has detective skills. He even solved cases that the police never could.

He doesn't fear to get dirty his own hands. He has determination, that's why he wears red. Hot red.

He likes to work alone. He talks for the introverts here.

He loves his brothers. Even though he doesn't expresses it openly.

Try to imagine this: everyday your family says that you're the sarcastic, the angry, the uncontrolable one... You're fighting crime every night and nobody says to you 'good job'. Nobody. Just listens the shit they say about you... Is it fair enough?

Try to imagine this: everyday your family says that you're the sarcastic, the angry, the uncontrolable one... You're fighting crime every night and nobody says to you 'good job'. Nobody. Just listens the shit they say about you... Is it fair enough?

And other thing we have to point out... He has leading skills too. He has mechanic skills, he fixes his own motorcycle. He fixed his own suit to adapt it to his physiollogy... And you still saying he's just a grumpy turtle? Too bad there.

He felt abandoned by Leo when he decided to stay in the jungle, because Leo is the brother with the one who gets along best...

HIS FUCKING SMILE, OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA- *Shots herself 💕*

So, stop saying he's a piece of shit. He isn't. He've been through a lot. Just smooch him hard, he deserves it 💕💕💕💕💕

[denerturee]

Being knights in disguise: Shrek 🤝 Raph

[lapinlad]

07 raphael

[poppysinpebbles]

He's my favorite.

[crayonnthief]

2007 raph sticker design done! It needed to be simple, since it was going to be a sticker. Anyone want a night watcher version?

What do people want? More rendered mutant mayhem? Maybe even a short comic?

[serene-sabo]

Alright, let’s hear it. What’s Raph doing? No one really knows. He just sleeps all day. What’s he do all night?

[nightwatcherraph]

[oozedninjas]

"Adore you" is an understatement

Summary: Making out goes out of hand, and Raph takes your V card.

A/N: I've been asked a lot for 2007 Raph, pretty general things, so I made this small piece! Enjoy :)

18+I MDNI I 2007 verse I The reader is a virgin, Raphael isn't I both are 25 I established relationship I virginity loss

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The roughness of his thumb grazes over your swollen lips, and you bite him. He hisses, grasping your chin to capture your mouth. His kiss offers another glimpse of how much he hungers for you.

With inhuman strength, Raphael brings you on top of him. He gropes your ass roughly, drawing a whimper from your lips. The heat builds in your belly as his hands trail up, lifting your dress in the process. His palms on your back make you shiver, You adjust over his thigh, surrendering to the instinct of grinding over it shamelessly, greedily. Raphael groans, his tail lining between his legs, throbbing, slowly exposing his hardening cock.  

"Take it off," he says, short of breath, tugging your dress.

You comply, hardly noticing the swift movement in which he takes off your bra along with it, too busy admiring the glistening pre-cum sliding down his shaft. Slick pools between your tights. 

You ditch your underwear, mouthwatering at the sight of his length, slightly curved, now all hard and wet for you. Raphael is about to nuzzle his face between your perfect breasts when you push him, forcing him to fall over the soft cushions of your bed as you strip the red bandana off his face.

He gazed up, stunned. “Doll?” 

Raphael barely has time to speak. You place yourself on top of him, moaning at the soft, rosy skin of his shaft against your bare cunt, and you carefully jerk over it. Raphael growls, head falling back, jaw clenching. Fucking pretty. His hands fly to your hips, digging. 

You build the pace as you need it: hot, fast, tight. You feel him reaching out, and you slow down enough for his finger to slide into your drenched hole. You gasp, eyebrows furrowing before picking up the moves again, balancing your weight, palms over his plastron as you kept fucking your clit over his slippery dick. You moaned unabashedly, enjoying how he matched his finger thrusts with your grinding. Blazed tingles run through your body, boiling.

Your face is so erotically hypnotizing. Fuck, you're not usually this worked up by fingering alone. Something's different. Raphael withdraws his hand, and you whine aching at the emptiness. The steady grasp on your hips refrains any movement. 

“Hey, wait. Why are you-”

"I want to go further," you breathe, urgently. 

He eyes you, unable to hide the fire stirred by your words.

"How further?" 

Usually, he'd finger fuck you, biting and nibbling your tits until you climax, and you'd suck his dick in return. Other times you'd just gotten off by dry humping. However, you've never had anything close to penetrative sex, you weren’t ready yet, and he's always been too sweet about it. But just now, the thought of his cock pounding relentlessly inside you makes you quiver in the best ways. Right there, you know it. 

"All the way." 

"Are you sure?" he gasped.

"Yeah," you panted.

No sooner the words left your mouth, You begin lining him up with you, cunt clenching at the feeling of his firm, hot length on your hand. 

"Whoa, wait," he blurts, "You'll hurt yourself."

“I can take you.” 

Raphael chuckles, mouth closed. It rings deep and holds a tint of mischief that sounds sexy on him. He effortlessly rolled you down, now your back against the mattress, soft pillows under your head. You scarcely have time to react before he steals a fervent kiss. His tongue twirling with yours is fucking amazing.

"I know you can, but I don't wanna hurt my lovely doll," Raphael smirks at you, pushing your legs open to settle between. “Let me do it.”

“Please hurry,” 

His smile widens, shooting a teasing glance your way as he pokes your entrance to insert his finger. It slides in smoothly, despite its thickness. He watches it disappear inside you, bewitched by the sight. After a couple of gentle thrusts, Raphael pushes in another finger, hurtfully slow. You squirm when he curves them at the right angle. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” he manages under his breath. 

Raphael works them up, in and out, for what it feels like forever. Just when you think he’ll torture you into pleading, he pulls away, not wasting a single second to line with you. The tip of his cock is somewhat triadic, rounder on the base, wide and it feels kind of gummy. 

You gape as he enters you slowly, carefully. A loud, desperate moan rolls off his lips. You grip his shoulders, unawarely digging your nails. It isn't as painful, yet it still stings as it stretches you. Raphael grazes your forehead with his own as he bottoms out. 

"Easy, if it’s too much we can stop," he reassures, his breath staggered.

You suddenly hate you're the only inexperienced one. It's embarrassing. “No, just a second, I just need- a second,” your voice trembles.

He processes your answer, urgently clinging to reason as your hot walls close around him, so tight, so right to fit him.

“R-Relax, take a deep breath,” Raphael instructs.

He sucks on your neck, licking a long stripe over your pulse line to the base of your jaw, slightly nibbling. Your eyes shut at the feeling, and a soft sigh glides from your lips. 

"Hmn- I’m fine, go on."

“You sure?” He rocks himself softly, tentatively. 

You clench around him. The delicious squeeze tears a groan off him, right against your neck.

“Yeah,” you breathe. 

Raphael lowers himself near. His plastron presses over your breasts. It feels fantastic over your nipples. You arch at the contact, aching for more. 

His hooded eyes don't leave your face: gently warm cheeks and watery eyes. You look beautiful.

"Ah— I'll make this so good for you," he pants, picking up the pace, "I'll ruin you for anyone else," he continues, slurring his words as his mind burns alongside him.   

You’d gladly let him, you want to say so, but you can't think. His perfectly curved dick kisses your sweet spot deliciously. 

“Hmn— there! right there Raph, please!,”

You don’t even care for the desperate sound of your trembling voice or how your words seem to splice together. Raphael obliges. You spread your legs further, allowing the base of his plastron to work your clit along the way. Your rational thinking numbs as you chase the growing coil building in your core.

A deep, animalist growl falls from his throat as your nails digg to the top of his shell, your back arches, mind vanishing into some place where there's only room for ecstasy. You're loud as you come, you don't care.

Raphael’s pace grows sloppier as the pulsations of your warm cunt trigger his peak.

 “Nnm— fuck,”   

He pulls out abruptly. The emptiness hurts just for a few seconds before hot, sticky loads dampen your torso, splattering up to your chest. 

He falls beside you, catching his breath. You linger in the after-bliss until his voice brings you back.  

"I'll clean you up. Give me a sec," he asserts before motioning off your bed. 

"Just use my dress," you say, tiredly and zero percent willing to lay without him for a single solid second. "Let's take a shower in a few minutes."

He heeds. Once cleaned up, you snuggle into him, enjoying his welcoming embrace.

"Did it hurt too bad?" Raph questions.

"No, it was good,” you lengthen the word. It makes him smile. “I don't know why I waited this long to do it. Did you like it?" 

Raph laughs lightly, incredulously. "Of course I did. Did you?"

"Fuck yeah," 

You both share an endearing giggle. He cups your cheek. 

"Altho, I thought you would want your first time to be fancier."  

"Fancier?" you repeat with a quirked brow. 

He propelled himself over his elbow to have a better angle of your face. You allow the movement, reclining over the soft pillows as you look up at him.

"Yeah, you know, candles, roses, and stuff," he said, averting his gaze. 

You laughed, whole-heartedly, gracing his cheeks with both hands. 

"I only wanted to be with you. Nothing else matters."

He gave you the brightest of smiles, and it reached his eyes so beautifully that your heart almost stopped straight there. 

"I fucking adore you, doll."

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

First Kiss

2007!Turtles x reader

Warnings: Kissing and spelling lol.

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Leonardo:

The lair was shrouded in a comfortable silence, broken only by the faint hum of machinery and the soft shuffle of feet on the cold concrete floor. But in the almost silence Leonardo found himself unable to concentrate on his meditation that evening. His eyes kept drifting to you, as you moved through the lair. And with every look at you he felt his heart hurt a little.

Things had been strange between you and Leonardo ever since he returned home from South America. Even after the appearance of monsters in New York and the following clash that happened, during Winter’s opening of the trans-dimensional portal. Leo had hoped that with time, things would go back to normal. But after two months, nothing had happened.

Unable to ignore the tension anymore, Leonardo decided it was time to address the unspoken feelings of frustration that lingered in the air. With a subtle nod, he motioned for you to join him in a secluded corner, away from the prying eyes of his brothers. You hesitated for a moment before joining him.

"I've been thinking," he confessed, his voice carrying a weight of both uncertainty and determination. Leonardo took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours. "About us. About... well, you know."

You nodded, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation in your gaze. Leonardo's normally composed demeanor wavered slightly. It was as if your eyes sparked something in him. Something he has not deserved before now. And with that, part of his self control disappeared as he closed the distance between you. The normally stoic leader's hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin.

The first kiss was a revelation. Leonardo's lips met yours with a tenderness that spoke volumes about the depth of his emotions. Emotions he had been hiding from himself. It was a sweet and genuine expression of his unwavering devotion, a connection that extended beyond the bonds of friendship, and the longing he had held in your emotional absence. The world around you seemed to fade as you shared that intimate moment. You pulled apart, both with the revelation of what this act meant for the two of you.

As the echoes of the first kiss lingered in the quiet corner of the lair, Leonardo met your eyes, a subtle smile playing on his lips. It was a smile that held promises of uncharted waters and the shared journey of discovering something beautiful in the midst of the extraordinary lives you all led.

Raphael:

The city skyline stretched out before Raphael’s eyes as he led you to the rooftop. The night air carried a mix of anticipation at the distant sounds of New York's hustle. The tough and brooding turtle found himself grappling with a feeling he had rarely allowed himself to acknowledge - a vulnerability that only your presence seemed to unveil.

There was no doubt that you and Raphael’s friendship had evolved quite a bit over the past few months. After Leonardo’s departure for South America, you and the red turtle had found yourselves in interesting positions. Countless nights were you and him would relax and talk about whatever came to mind. But there had also been nights where Raph came to you, heavy from frustration caused by his brother's departure, needing somewhere he could feel safe and relax, without remembering how his brother had just left him. You became that safe space that Raphael would find himself drawn towards during quiet nights.

Raphael sighed, his breath visible before your eyes in the cool night air, as he muttered, "There's something I gotta get off my chest." The tone of his voice hinted at a depth of emotion that was both surprising and intriguing.

You took his hand as a way to show him reassurance, which prompted Raphael to pull you closer, the proximity revealing a side of him rarely seen. The intensity in his eyes spoke volumes as he met your gaze. In that moment, beneath the stars and the city lights, the rooftop became a scene for the unspoken language shared between the two of you.

With a mix of determination and vulnerability, Raphael pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You kissed back, feeling a connection that surpassed the surface, showcasing the depth of his emotions. The kiss held the weight of unspoken confessions and the raw honesty that only the night sky could witness.

As you both pulled away, the silence between you spoke louder than words. Raphael's tough exterior had momentarily given way to a more tender side, and in that vulnerability, a new understanding blossomed. The rooftop, once just a vantage point for the city's chaos, had become a sacred space - the beginning of something profound. Something that neither you nor Raphael had ever thought possible.

Raphael, though still wearing his tough expression, allowed a rare smile to grace his lips. It was a smile that acknowledged the uncharted territory you both had entered, where strength and vulnerability coexisted, creating a dynamic that would forever alter the fabric of your connection. And you be damned if you didn’t pull him in for another kiss.

Donatello:

The hum of machinery filled Donatello's lab as he worked on a new invention. His night off from that horrible phone service job he had gotten himself. But tonight, even though he had intended himself to dive deep into the techs of his lab, found his focus was elsewhere. You had joined him to assist with a particularly intricate project he had been talking about for ages, and though his mind was usually dedicated to the logic of machines, tonight was different.

As you both tinkered with wires and circuits, an unspoken tension lingered in the air. Donatello stole glances at you, finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. The time had come to confront the feelings that had taken root within him. Feelings that he had been aware of for quite some time now. But as Donatello watched you work, a thought worked its way into his head. He wasn’t sure what caused this thought, or why he thought now would be a good time. Maybe it was those people over the phone that had mistaken his phone services for something else, that now had caused him to think differently. Or maybe it was a thought he had had for a long time, just waiting for the perfect opportunity.

"There's something I've been wanting to do," he admitted, his voice betraying a mix of nervousness and excitement. You watched curiously as Donatello carefully set aside his tools, turning to face you with a sincerity that was both surprising and endearing.

Cupping your face in his hands, Donatello's eyes, normally filled with the cool glow of intellect, softened with emotion. It caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Donatello’s lips met yours in a kiss that felt like a careful exploration - a fusion of logic and affection. It was as if he were decoding the mysteries of love, each touch and movement a testament to the depth of his feelings.

The first kiss marked a shift in the dynamic between you and the tech-savvy turtle. Donatello, usually so absorbed in the world of machines, had opened a new chapter - one where the complexities of the heart were as fascinating and intricate as any invention. As you both pulled away, your first instinct was to kiss him again, but you held back, locking your gaze with his once more. In that moment, the wires of your hearts became intricately connected. Though you spoke no words, both of you understood what the other was trying to say.

Donatello smiled, a mix of satisfaction and newfound vulnerability. It was a smile that hinted at the exciting possibilities of this uncharted territory, where logic met emotion in the most unexpected and delightful ways. And that smile was enough for you to back in for another kiss.

Michelangelo:

Michelangelo, the carefree and exuberant turtle that he was, proposed a movie night, just for the two of you. It would be his way of showing you how happy he was to have you in his life. You had found it funny and adoring, stating that Mikey did not need an excuse for a movie night with you. But Mikey needed an excuse. With the intentions he had that night, an excuse was needed. Michelangelo had decided it was time to tell you, his best friends for as long as he could remember, how he felt about you.

The dim glow of the screen cast a soft light on the faces of you and Mikey, creating an atmosphere of relaxation that you had sort after. Mikey on the other hand was having a hard time relaxing. His mind spinning and heart pounding as he thought about how he should tell you.

Halfway through the movie, Michelangelo couldn't contain his excitement and nervousness any longer. With a nervous grin he tried to play off as mischievous, he turned to you, his eyes sparkling with playfulness. "Dude, I've got a radical idea," he exclaimed, his enthusiasm contagious.

You chuckled, wanting to point at his use of the word “radical”. But before you could respond, Michelangelo seized the moment, leaning in for a quick and lighthearted kiss. It was a spontaneous gesture, filled with the exuberance of youth and the joy of shared laughter. The lightness of the kiss mirrored the carefree spirit of the orange clad turtle you have come to love, leaving you both giggling as the movie continued in the background.

The first kiss with Michelangelo was like a burst of confetti - the first of many that would come as a celebration of a friendship evolving into something more. As you sat on the couch, still grinning from ear to ear after giving Mikey a second and third kiss that night, you realized that even in the midst of ninja battles and the responsibilities of their unconventional lives, there was room for simple, joyous moments that brought everyone closer together.

Michelangelo flashed his signature grin, and in that moment, you knew that for him, love was an adventure meant to be enjoyed with laughter and a sense of playful spontaneity. And you would be there through it all, at the side of your favorite turtle and enjoy every moment of it.