#raph 2007

[gfdonnie]

cmm!!

[oozedninjas]

Snap call

Summary: You send him nudes while he is on patrol, and Raph isn't quite happy about it.

A/N: I've been working on this for a couple of days! Hope you like it :) To that person who's been asking for Nightwatcher smut, wink, wink

Warnings: 18+ /NDNI / Breeding / sending nudes / Nightwatcher!Raph / Raph is around his early 30's / super brief ass-eating / dirty talking/dom!Raph

It is past midnight when he slips through the narrow window of your apartment’s room, still wearing his vigilante armor. His labored breaths rumble within the helmet, delivering them with a metallic tint that makes you tingle.

"Do you think you're funny, sending dirty pics all night while I'm on patrol?" He says, his voice raw as he approaches. It only takes him a few swift strides to stand beside you. The metallic clang of his boots on the floor sends a shiver down your spine, building anticipation. “Strip, now.”

A grin threatens to arise at the sight of him in this state, burning for you, but you bite it back, ditching the thin fabric of your pajamas in a heartbeat. The moment the last strand of clothing falls off your body, Raphael grips your arms, forcing you to turn around, back to his front. He closes the space between you. The icy metal of the Nightwatcher’s armor to your bare skin makes you gasp.

The cool of his gloves scrapes against your heated skin as his palms trail a path from your shoulders to your arms to dance lower, dipping across your abdomen and up from there. His grip tightened around your breasts. You catch your breath. 

Expert fingers pinch your nipples, pulling, rolling them just enough for a soft moan to leave your lips. Raphael growls, enjoying the sound. His voice echoes through the metal helmet.

"Look at my little whore, too desperate to have me filling you up that you can't even wait for me to finish patrol?" he teases, as he keeps playing with them.

"I've been wanting this the whole evening..." you mutter, voice trembling.

"And you're not even sorry! Fucking cheeky of you," he chuckles, it's dark and sexy. "Let's fix that."

Raphael lifts the helmet from his head, placing it carefully on the bedside table. Under the room's dim illumination, the metal surface becomes a hazy, distorted mirror. He pushes you to the bed, barely giving you time to adjust on all fours before he licks a strip from your cunt to your ass. Your mouth gapes, and a whine puffs off.

"Mmm, so fucking tasty," 

His voice makes your blood run hot. Raphael sinks his face into you with not even a hint of shame as he starts fucking you with his tongue, wet and warm, impossibly soft against your pussy. He'd slide it over your clit from time to time, granting it the tiniest of attention.

You whine, pushing yourself to him, but Raph bites the inside of your thigh adequately hard to make you yelp. His hand fists your hair, pulling just enough to tingle your scalp. "Don't be greedy," he murmurs in your ear from behind. You can make out the scene of the reflection on the helmet.

 "Tell me, what do you want?"

His hot breath tickles your ear. Everything he'd just done left your pussy a complete mess. You could feel the dampness dripping. God, you wanted him to fuck you stupid, nothing more. But the fear of another bite from a direct answer keeps your lips sealed.

"What’s the matter? Can't my doll think straight?" Raphael says, pushing a metal finger inside your cunt, dreadfully slow. 

"Please— " your voice weak and desperate.

He smirks. "Yeah, that's more like it. But, please what?" he says, rubbing the tip of his finger on that sweet spot inside as he keeps you still by the hair. "Please stop?" 

"No!" it came out so desperate you cringed. His soft chuckle soothed you a bit. "Please fuck me," 

He withdraws, emptying you. You want to jerk back to chase the delicious feeling of being full, but he halts you. 

"Yeah? How bad do you want it?" 

"Very— please," you whisper. His grip on your hair burns so fine, "Please, I'll be good... I'll be good."

"Fuck yes, you will," Raphael says, thrusting inside in one motion. It janks your breath off. He reaches deep, just the right spot. You can't help the lewd moan that follows.

"Look at that drunk-like smile," he tells you, letting go of your hair as he brings you up to embrace you against him. This shift has you on your knees, back resisting against his torso. The cold armor soothes the fire of your skin. Raph holds your face toward the reflection on the helmet, forcing you to watch your blissful expression. "You're such a good little slut for me. Gonna make you feel good, you want that?" 

"Yes," you breathe, desperately holding his hands where they rest over your body,  clenching and unclenching around his shaft.

He mutters praise in your ear, but you can't make it out as he starts pounding in and out, rhythmically, building a pace that makes your head fall back, mouth gaping while loud moans along with the filth of skin slapping fill the air.

He curses under his breath, you're tight, he says. You feel good, he's going crazy. "Touch yourself, let me see you," Raph takes your hand to drive it down to your front. You reach your clit, not losing detail of his dark gaze reflecting on the helmet, absorbing the whole scene.

It takes you a few seconds to pair his thrust with the circles over your soft nub, but once you do, it feels fucking heavenly. You make it last for as long as you can, right there where pleasure lingers strongly right before the peak. Your orgasm crashes over you, numbing everything. 

"Fuck, yes, just like that- t- that's a good fucking girl," 

The pulsations of your high around his cock trigger his own, and he comes loud and long. The hot loads filling you up weaken your knees.

He holds your ground before gently placing you on the mattress, allowing his weight over you as he rests. 

"Remind me to send you nudes more often," you say, once you catch your breath.

A raspy laugh pours into your ear, tickling. 

[imagionationstation]

"Yeah but Rise Raph is the only Raph who doesn't get mad all the time for no reason"

Remember class, invalidating someone's emotion because they get upset more often than someone else is not okay. The reality is that all feelings have a source. Just because you don't understand why they're upset does not mean there isn't basis for the anger.

Your problem is not your anger.

Feeling your anger is important.

Expressing it, more so.

It's how it gets expressed that can be a problem, but if you don’t know that you’re expressing it in an unhealthy manner, then you’re still not any worse of a person than someone who knows how to express it in a healthier manner. You’re doing your best, and that’s okay.

Anger is a natural part of the human experience. You are not and have never been lesser for bearing more of it. Class dismissed. ❤️

[vagabond-art]

I'm obsessed with TMNT (2007) so i'm fixing it

also here's a little prequel oneshot i wrote while exploring the story

Rough Night in NYC (6925 words) by Donatello-more-like-Hello Relationships: Donatello & Raphael, Michelangelo & Raphael, Donatello & April O'Neil With eldest brother off doing who knows what on the other side of the world, no way was anyone going to stop Raph from going topside alone. Of course that meant if he got hurt, the only person who could drag his sorry shell home would be himself. And it turned out that luck was not on Raphael’s side.

[katanablue]

Yeehaw part 2 to this 🤭

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, but also comfort!, you kiss and make up surprise surprise --

Months, it has been months since you’ve last seen Raphael.

You still see stories about the Nightwatcher in the paper and on the news— your heart shattering somehow even more every time you see them because true to his word, he didn’t stop.

Donnie and Mikey have reached out to you, your absence in the Lair immediately becoming noticed. They tell you that Raph is more on edge now, angrier than usual. You tell them that you broke up but don’t go into detail why, saying that you felt he wasn’t giving you any time anymore.

While you hated what he was doing, it wasn’t your secret to tell.

You have to stop yourself from reaching out but god does it fucking hurt whenever you think about him. Is he okay? Is he being safe? Is he being reckless?

So many questions yet not a single answer.

You can’t help but picture the worst sometimes; him lying bloody and broken on the ground with his brothers unable to help. Sometimes when your phone pings, you fear that it’s one of them calling to tell you that they found Raphael dead. You scare yourself even more by thinking of them never finding his body, that somehow scientists got a hold of him and are doing tests and experiments on him.

You can’t recall how many nights you’ve cried yourself to sleep, how you’ve hugged your pillow to your chest and inhaled his fading scent so deep that you’ve nearly made yourself lightheaded from holding your breath. How you find yourself subconsciously glancing to your bedroom window whenever you hear a noise because you think it might be him coming.

You miss him so much and there are times when you feel incredibly guilty for what you did. Maybe you should have listened to him, given him his space and waited for him to come to you and then maybe you wouldn’t be hurting as much as you were right now.

You wonder if he’s in just as much pain as you.

It’s another late night for you, sitting on your couch and watching some t.v show that’s been marathoning all day. You have half an empty bowl of popcorn sitting on your side and a few candy wrappers littering the cushions and floor. You should clean it up but you feel that you haven’t really been able to do much of that since your breakup.

Taking a glance at your phone and seeing how late it is, you decide to call it a night. You manage to pick up the mess and turn the t.v off before dropping everything off in your kitchen. After cleaning up, you head into your bathroom to do your nightly routine and then go hit the sack.

Your room is dark when you walk in and you feel along your wall for your light switch, but you stop when you see a faint gleam at your window. You freeze up, a cold chill traveling down your spine when the shine moves a bit. There’s just enough moonlight to shine down on whatever is on your fire escape, but not enough to fully illuminate.

You see whatever it is move again and then you hear light tapping against the glass. Your breath catches in your throat, flicking on the light and seeing Raph crouched on your fire escape, an unreadable expression on his face.

You nearly run over to open your window but you compose yourself, clearing your throat before slowly heading over. You can’t take your eyes off him, not with the way his amber gaze practically burns holes into your skull. The click of the latch unlocking seems to echo through your room, adding to the irregular rapid heartbeat inside your chest. You step back as Raph pushes the window and climbs inside.

The silence is deafening, your chest heaving in on itself as you fight so desperately not to break down and cry when you take in his state. He's tired, so so so tired and you see it in his eyes and posture. For everything that you've been through; the tears, the laughs, the fights, the memories... It all comes flooding back to you in this moment and you know that you can't stay angry at him any longer. "You're an idiot." You whisper. He nods, fingers flexing against his palms. "I know." And for that answer a sob bubbles through your lips, tears stream down your eyes and you finally allow yourself to fall apart and bring him into your arms. Raph wastes no time in reciprocating, holding you a bit too tight against his plastron but you don't care. Your arms scramble to find the best position to hug him but eventually they settle around his neck, your face burying itself in the same spot as you loudly cry. His hand moves up and down your back in soothing motions while the other clasps around the back of your head. He's missed you so god damn much, every second without you felt like pure torture and the longer he went without you the more he realized how utterly stupid he was for not trusting you with his secret. You were-- are, the love of his fucking life and he can't throw it away just like that. "M'so fucking sorry, sweetheart." His voice, deep and raspy, rattles your bones. You feel it against your skull and the vibrations make you shiver because it's been months since you last heard him talk. "I'm sorry for pushing you." You sob, "I didn't want to trap you, I just--" He shushes you gently, pulling back to tenderly cup his hands around your face. His eyes, usually so strong, now carry so much in them as he gazes upon you. "I should'a trusted you. I was scared and I know that's no excuse but. Fuck, sweetheart m'so sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it..." Both his thumbs wipe away the fresh tears from beneath your eyes and you swear you can see faint traces of his own eyes shining but you don't say anything. "Can I kiss you?" He murmurs quietly, allowing himself to look at your mouth for a second before coming back to your watery eyes. You laugh, nodding enthusiastically before another whimper sounds through. "Yeah," You whisper, sniffling and letting more tears drip down. "Yeah?" He repeats, smiling faintly. And then he's leaning down to press his mouth to yours, soft at first but then he's pushing deeper, hands holding onto you tight to keep you steady. Your lips move steadily against each other, refamiliarizing yourselves with the taste and feel of the kiss you've longed for. Before you know it he's picking you up and securing his hands beneath your thighs, taking you to your bed to lay you down and crawl over. He breaks the kiss to pepper smaller ones across your cheeks, enticing soft laughter from you and it makes his heart thud heavily in his chest. "I love you so much, sweetheart..." He whispers against your mouth. "I love you too, Raph." He smiles and kisses you again, no rush whatsoever in his movements but you feel the way his hands start to touch up and down your body. "We still gotta talk about things." You mumble, despite the fact that your hands also start to roam over his shell. He grumbles and shifts to your neck, kisses featherlight and breath fanning over your already warm skin. "We will. Got time to make up for first though..." You can't argue, instead letting him show you just how much he's missed you.

[mutantmayhems]

RAPH IN TMNT (2007) requested by @acefiree

[mikasleaf]

I wanna catch up I swear but these comics just keep on writing themselves

[mariexpress]

So, these are my draws of the nightwatcher and (obviously) Raphael