Real Shit Tho. Most Of These Men Are Pussies Too Cause They Won't Do It Even If You Beg 😩😭😮‍💨

Have you ever heard of the snack that smiles back?

M O M C O M E G E T M E I M S C A R E D

And maybe at some point Raph brings up the smol fact while during a fight or something and Leo's just like, "tf you whining about Picasso?!" And there's like a moment of silence and Casey is the first one to start laughing hysterically and Raph just looks at him like, "really dude? I trusted you!"

And in the end Splinter is the one who passes out from laughing so hard and Raph is just standing there pouting with his arms folded like the angry vieny cucumber he is.

Do you have any Raph headcanons? I don't really know what to specify, just anything would be super cool! (I love your writing and reading through your blog, keep up the good work!!!)

((Thanks so much, this is the best I can do right now.))

-Raphael sleeps with one leg hanging off the bed. For body temperature regulation purposes. Maybe an arm will be included.

-He has an old stash of **magazines** under his mattress. Amazing what people throw away.

-His favorite food (besides pizza) is Enchiladas. I feel like he’d have a taste for spicy things…Mexican food in general??

-He sometimes thinks about how the rest of his brothers’ names ends with an “o” and his doesn’t. It makes him feel like he stands out, but not entirely in the weird, outstandish way. If the shoe fits…

-Raphael sure was the bullying-type of brother when he was younger, but quickly grew out of that after he hurt Donnie’s feelings a little too much. He got in sooo much trouble with Splinter and learned his lesson real fucking quick, though he naturally regretted doing it even before his punishment.

Tied

Hawks x F!Reader

This is pure smut. *yeets fic at @redrehab​* MERRY CHRISTMAS BITCH, I LOVE YOU <3

You stared down at your phone for what must have been the hundredth time in the last hour. Be ready for me angel. That was all it said and, coming from your boyfriend, it could mean a variety of things. However, minutes after receiving the text, he had sent an attachment. Staring back at you was an image of his clothed cock straining against the trousers of his hero costume.

The shiver that ran through your body was one of excitement as you dug through your drawers for the perfect attire to greet him in. An hour later the sound of tapping against your window drew your attention as the hero slipped through and landed in your room. When he saw your scarcely clad form laying across your mattress he let out a low moan as his wings folded behind him and he took the steps between you two, discarding his jacket and goggles before he was on you. When your lips crashed with Hawks’ it was sloppy and wet, but it perfectly conveyed the desire behind each swipe of his tongue and every stroke of his hands in your hair. You pulled him down against you as you rolled your body up into his in an attempt to relieve the pressure in your core. 

Hawks growled as his hips snapped up to meet yours, his hands reaching down to strip himself of his shirt which joined his jacket on the floor. You couldn’t help the moan that left your lips as your hands roamed across his muscular chest. When your hands wandered down to the hem of his pants, drawing teasing feather light touches across the skin, his lips detached themselves from yours to stare down at you with his piercing yellow eyes. “Fuck angel, you’re just begging for me aren’t you?”

Instead of responding you dug a hand into his hair and tugged it to the side so you could kiss and nip along his neck. For a minute he seemed to be enjoying the attention, but all too soon his hand was wrapped around your neck as he forced your head against the mattress. “Oh baby, you should know better than this,” he purred in your ear as his hand reached down to unbutton his pants.

Once he was standing in nothing bit his boxers his hand tightened around your throat as he whispered, "stay right here for me angel." You could only whimper in response and he gives you a chaste kiss before walking over to your shared dresser and retrieving some silky rope. As he walked back you obediently lifted your hands above your head and he smirked in appreciation. 

As he tied your wrists to the headboard you came face to face with his sculpted chest. You bit your lip as you watched his muscles flex above you. Before you could stop yourself you ran your tongue along the grooves of each ab, shivering at the sweet, but salty taste that covered your lover. You felt him shiver above you before he finished tying you and moved back to look you in the eye. "What do you want babygirl?"

You arched yourself into him as much as you could. "Please Kiego, touch me," you begged, grinding your leg against his clothed cock. His hips bucked at the friction and his hands snaked underneath you to remove the red bralette, your breasts bouncing out into his waiting palms.

"God, look at you," he groaned as his eyes roamed over your bare torso before coming to land on the marching red panties you still wore. His hands trailed down your body leaving goosebumps in their wake as his fingers slowly hooked into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down. "Already so wet for me."

His mouth latched onto your thigh and he bit down, eliciting a moan out of you. He licked the mark before leaving a light kiss and moving towards your core.

His tongue licked at your folds and you gasped at the absolute sinful sound that left his mouth. "You taste divine angel, so ready for my cock," he growled as he inserted a finger into your sopping entrance and curled it just right.

"Yes Kiego. Fuck I want you inside of me," you moaned as he added another finger. Hawks was taking his time, but you weren't having any of it. As his mouth and fingers continued to work against your core, your fingers reached up towards the knot holding your wrists. "Babe please," you begged, and your boyfriend lifted his head, his fingers still moving inside of you.

"What was that baby?" He asked with a smirk. You bit your lip and glared at him as your fingers laced themselves into his blonde hair and pulled him up for a kiss. You both moaned into each others mouths as his fingers left you. When you separated he lifted his fingers to your mouth, his eyes burning with lust as he said, "suck."

As your lips closed around his fingertips, your hands suddenly wrapped around him as you flipped your positions. Hawks let out a startled yelp and his feathers ruffled, but before he could react you had tied his hands together with the silky rope. "I'm sorry little bird, but you're mine now," you muttered as you brought his arms behind his head with one hand and pulled his head to the side with the other.

Your lips brushed against his jaw line before biting into the skin of his neck, drawing out a deep moan from your lover. "Come on love, let me take care of you," whispered against his lips. Your hands reached down to remove his boxers and his cock finally sprang free. You hovered your dripping entrance over his cock as you smirked at him. "Tell me what you want Kiego, beg me for it," you instructed as you nibbled at his ear.

"[Y/N], please," he begged and you pulled at his restraints. "Fuck, please angel, I want to be inside of you, I want to fill that pretty pussy of yours."

Satisfied with his answer you pulled his arms over your head as you sunk down onto him. As you took a second to adjust to him you felt his legs quiver beneath you. God he was already so close. "Awe, are you really so aroused by me taking control of you little bird?"

You barely heard the breathy, "yes," as he thrust his hips up into yours. Good god, he definitely wasn't little, no matter how much you teased him with the nickname. In response you ground down against him as you sunk your teeth into his shoulder.

"Angel I- shit… I'm not gonna last long."

Honestly neither were you after looking at his face. His eyes were half kidded, his pupils blown wide as he watched himself disappear inside of you. His mouth was open as he let out heavy pants and his hair was sticking to his forehead, his wings splayed out beneath him and twitching slightly.

Fuck if he wasn't the most beautiful person you'd ever seen.

Your hips began to stutter as Hawks started to piston his hips up into yours, meeting your hips with each downward thrust. 

"God Kiego, are you going to fill me up? Do it, fill me with your cum."

His hips snapped up a final time before both of you were overcome by your orgasms. You felt Hawks body spasm beneath you and a sense of pride that you had been the one to fill him with so much pleasure.

You carefully untied his wrists and dropped the rope to the floor as you kissed him slowly. "Are you ok love?"

Hawks nodded and pulled you closer as he cuddled into your chest. "Perfect. I love you so much [Y/N]."

You smiled happily as you watched him fall asleep against you, your hand combing through his hair as you pulled the sheets over both of you and whispered, "I love you too Kiego."

YOU HAVE

D E P R E S S I O N

I PROMISE

TMNT

Mikey x Reader

So I felt like writing something depressing because we all need a little turtle love but some of us just need it differently. Sending my love to those of you with depression <3 Hope yall like it :)

Trigger Warning: Suicide, self harm, bullying, and depression.  

Your life had always been bland and empty, it was something you’d learned to live with for as long as you could remember. That was… until you had met them. The turtles were the only people you had ever met who had ever given two shits about you. Your parents had neglected you for most of your life and the only friend you’d ever had had moved overseas to Ireland. The only good luck you’d had in your whole seventeen years was meeting the turtles two years ago.

They’d brought happiness into your world and made you feel human for the first time in your life, but out of all of them Mikey had helped you the most. You admire his strength and ability to lighten the mood, it had helped you on numerous occasions.

You really needed that today.

It was your birthday and as usual it seemed to be a day of torture. Every year something would happen to remind you that it was just another year people had to tolerate you and that you had to live through their torment. This time one of the girls in your foods class, who’d been partnered with you to take care of the laundry, had made a point of spilling bleach on you when the teacher wasn’t in the room.

She had pointed at you with a smirk and laughed. “Well maybe that will clean you up you filthy fat whore,” she’d announced, and the whole class laughed along with her.

You didn’t waste a second as you grabbed your backpack and ran out of the room to the sound of the whole class chanting, “(Y/N)’s a whore, (Y/N)’s a whore!”

Tears clouded your vision until you no longer knew where you were going, but you didn’t care, not anymore, there was no more reason to. At one point you caught sight of your reflection as you were passing a store window, bringing you to a halt. You looked awful. Your favorite dark orange shirt was already fading to white in messy splotches and so were your skinny jeans. Your beautiful (h/c) hair was covered in the nasty chemical making it crusty and plain out gross as it dripped from the tips onto the sidewalk, but the stench was the worst part. You saw a lady give you a disgusted look as she passed by and you ducked your head in shame before diving into the nearest alleyway and lifting up the closest manhole cover. During your time with the turtles your strength had grown and lifting the covers had became second nature.

You ran through the sewers as the memories flooded your vision. (Y/N)’s a whore! (Y/N)’s a whore! (Y/N)’s a whore!

“I’m a stupid fat whore…”

The words were barely a whisper, but the second they fell from your lips fresh tears fell in turrets and you had to stop moving as sobs racked your body. Why? Why did everyone need to remind you how useless you were? You knew no one cared, you’d accepted the fact a long time ago, no one loved you enough to care if you were gone. The thoughts and sobbs lasted only a few minutes before you took a few shaky breaths to calm yourself and continued walking.

When you arrived at the front doors to the lair you stopped. You wiped your eyes to make sure there were no remaining tears staining your cheeks for them to discover before you took another deep breath and walked in.

The first thing you noticed upon entering was that the lair was warm and smelled like pizza. You heard laughing to your left and looked up the small set of stairs to where the table was to see that the boys were eating pizza and betting on who would win the arm wrestling match that was going on between Leo and Raph.

You couldn’t help but feel happiness surge through the darkness at the sight, it brought back memories of happier times.

Back when you used to live with them for days at a time, during which you would wake up to Leo and Raph fighting and be the one to break them up. Back when you and Mikey would watch videos and spend all night talking about God knows what. Those were the days you lived for, the days you only had to worry about if Leo would burn dinner, or if Donnie would pass out from sheer exhaustion, or what you and Mikey would talk about that night…

The phone call had changed it all. Your parents demanded you come back, if you didn’t they’d take extreme measures. You didn’t want to find out what those were so you packed your things and prepared to leave after all the boys went to sleep that night, but as you were leaving you woke Mikey.

The argument you two had that night was one you’d rather not remember, but it seemed you could never get it out of your mind. It seemed to be burned there like a lingering scar in your memory.

He had refused to let you go. When you asked him why he refused to answer, just kept trying to convince you to stay. Your voices had steadily raised until the volume had woken his brothers and even Splinter. After a while you’d had enough and as you began to leave he had screamed at you that he didn’t want to see you hurt. That had been a year ago and as far as the brothers knew you were doing fine, better actually. They had no idea what things were really like...

You smiled and walked over, dumping your backpack at the foot of the small stairs, joining in on the fun.

Both turtles were straining and holding eye contact as they attempted to out gun the other. You laughed a little causing all attention to go to you as Raph flexed and pinned his older brother’s arm to the table.

“Ha, looks like I win Fearless.”

“It doesn’t count if I was distracted Raph,” Leo growled as they both looked at you.

Mikey gasped. “Dude what happened to you?” he asked as he looked you over.

You flinched a bit but smiled and said, “an accident with bleach in foods, a girl tripped and spilled bleach on me, nothing major.”

All the brothers seemed to gasp at the same time. “Nothing major?” they shouted in unison.

“Did she do it on purpose?”

“Did you tell a teacher?”

“Did ya knock ‘er out?”

“Did it get in your eyes?”

“Woah, woah, woah, guys relax!” you shouted, “it’s ok, the teacher wasn’t there so I left but I didn’t feel like going home so I came here instead. No there’s none in my eyes, just all over my clothes and hair. And no, Raph, I didn’t beat her up.”

Raph threw up his hands. “Well ‘scuse me for wondering if that girl got a proper ass whoopin.’”

“Looks like your clothes are ruined Angel Cakes, we should get you washed up while Donnie calls April.”

Mikey led you to the bathroom as Donnie took out his phone and dialed said girl and Leo and Raph went back to arguing about who had won their earlier fight.

As you entered the guest bathroom Mikey helped you take off your shoes while you grabbed a towel from beneath the sink. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mikey scanning over your facial features, so you tried to keep them from showing the pain you felt. “Are you sure you’re ok (Y/N/N)?”

You smiled at the nick name and nodded encouragingly. “I promise Mikey, I’m fine. Just in desperate need of a shower,” you admitted sheepishly.

The orange clad turtle looked you over another time before smiling and getting up. “Well then I’ll let you take your shower. Holler at me if you need anything,” he said with a wink before lightly ruffling the dry part of your hair.

As the door shut behind him you let out a sigh and began to undress. You stepped into the shower and turned the knob as far as it could go. As the scalding water ran over your skin you found your thoughts wandering back to the dark places they had been treading through earlier. A tear streaked down your cheek but you didn’t notice as it mixed with the water running over your face. The water had reached an almost unbearable temperature by the time you turned to wash yourself off, but you barely even registered it as your thoughts roamed to desperate places. You were only half aware of your actions as you washed your body and shampooed your hair. You were only focused on the thoughts invading your mind.

(Y/N)’s a stupid fat whore!

Why can’t you follow orders like your sister.

You’ll never be anybody special.

Get your head out of the clouds, you can never be anything useful with all your daydreams.

Take a hike bitch.

What guy would want you?

Tears had begun to stream down your cheeks as memories flooded your mind and you finished washing your hair. There was something deep inside your soul that wanted to scream, to cry out for help, but what if they were right. What if nobody cared? What if nobody wanted you?

Your thoughts suddenly turned to Mikey. Would he care when you were gone? Would he cry and beg for you to come back?

No.

No one would.

A hand reached out and grasped your razor. You could end it. You could make it stop. Make the dull ache in the backs of your heart and skull disappear and the torment of your soul stop. You felt a slight sting as the razor dug into the skin of your left arm. The smell of blood filled you sinuses as you looked down to see the cuts bleeding. The wounds helped clear your thoughts as you dragged the sharp metal object across your arm again, and again, and again before switching to your other arm. Relief flooded your senses as the pain took over, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

You stepped out of the shower and into the foggy bathroom, barely able to see anything. Without letting go of the razor you wrapped your towel around you and stepped in front of the fogged up mirror. You swiped your hand across it, revealing your face. Your sad (e/c) eyes, your pale face, and the bags underneath your eyes. No one should have to live life like this. No one.

A knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts.

“Hey (Y/N), April dropped off some clothes and the rest of the bro’s went into the dojo to train so-” his words were suddenly cut off before he knocked on the door again, this time louder, “are you ok? There’s super steamy air coming out from under the door. Can I come in?”

Your breathing hitched in your throat as you reached over and locked the door. Not seconds later you heard the doorknob rattling as Mikey attempted to enter. His shouting grew and you knew that he could easily have Donnie taking the door off it’s hinges in a matter of minutes so you turned to look into the mirror as you held the metal against the skin of your neck.

BOOM!

The door shook as Mikey kicked it, almost sending the door flying. The door was suddenly pulled in the opposite direction to show Mikey at the same time that blood started to run down your neck.

Baby blue eyes met (e/c) as he stared at you with a pleading look. His usually bright demeanor was completely gone, replaced with sadness and above all, fear. You could see his hands shaking as they slowly reached out to you.

“(Y/N).”

You inhaled sharply. Although the words were barely audible they held more meaning than anyone else would ever understand. He rarely called you by your first name and he had never looked at you like that before.

It was then that all of the dark thoughts began to fade from your mind as you realized that all your earlier thoughts were false. Against your will your arms fell to your side and the razor dropped to the floor.

In mere seconds Mikey had his arms around you as the razor slid across the floor.

“Shhhhh, it’s ok (Y/N). I’m here. Please don’t ever do that again, you scared the shit out of me.”

His words barely registered in your mind as you finally let loose and slumped against his form. Your tears ran free and your sobs were so loud it hurt. You tried to hide the sounds against his neck but as his arms tightened around your shaking figure your walls began to crumble.

“I love you, please don’t leave me,” you whispered as you clung to him.

“I won't sweetheart, I promise. I- I love you too (Y/N). I’ll do anything to see you happy again,” he pushed you back a bit so he could look you in the eyes, his baby blue orbs moist with tears, “just promise me you’ll let Donnie take care of your cuts and that you’ll talk to me next time, I don’t want to see you so hurt.”

As his arms wrapped firmly back around you you felt all your walls caving in, the caution tape around your heart being ripped away, and your heart finally seemed to beat to in time with the universe.

And finally, you were at peace, you were home.

You nodded, a small smile gracing your features through the tears. “I promise.”

All hail the money dog

this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

This is actually amazing, I'm so soft for this man 😩❤️

Dating Donnie would include (slightly NSFW)

not the cuddliest of the turtles but still very affectionate

his love language is quality time

loves it when you sit in the lab with him (preferably on his lap) and just let him bounce ideas and theories around with you

you don’t have a clue what he’s saying half the time

but you’ll still be his sounding board

movie marathons! and lots of them

you wanna see all of the marvel movies in order back to back

Donnie’s your boy

wanna spend over 20 hours watching the extended lord of the rings?

he’s in, baby

the sweetest pet names

sweet-pea

petal

angel

he mostly calls you honey/hun tho

you call him dot-com sometimes as part of an inside joke 

he makes you anything and everything

you name it he can create it

jewellery mainly tho

he’s good all the technical stuff

speaking of making you things

he makes a lot of toys for your private time together ;)

seriously you’ll have cum 3 times before he’s even taken his boxers off

usually ends with you begging him to just fuck you and end the pleasure torment he’s causing

actually reads up on how to pleasure a woman

research makes him perfect at it 

 doing everything together

if he’s not in the lab he will be right by your side

not in a clingy way, he just loves your company

cooking together

making the bed

showering together

when he gets drunk, which is very rare, he is the clingyist babe

will hold on to your arm with both of his

“I need you over hear” he’ll tell you

just to sit you down so he can lay his head in your lap

doting af

always getting you more drinks, brushing your hair for you, forehead kisses

very protective, just not as obvious about it as Raph 

knows everything and is always down to lay cute little facts on you

good communication could be better tho

will text you reasons to come over

sometimes these reasons are a pic of his down stairs

one of the more insecure that you’ll leave him

not because you aren’t loyal, he just assumes you;ll find a human mate who will be better suited to you

you assure him that you wont

always squishing your face between his hands and telling you he loves you

first few dates he is nervous™️

rambles a lot

which luckily you find oddly charming

1st time you both slept in his room he tidied the place top to bottom and bought new sheets

talks in his sleep!

always has a notebook beside the bed to jot little things down when he thinks of them

writes you love letters

we’re talking clumsy metaphors and half rhymes but it’s always so sweet and tender and loving.

he’s like that in bed too

is capable of being pretty romantic

only on special occasions tho or if he feels like you need some more romance in your life

like after a particularly hard week

obsessed with your neck

loves to nuzzle into it when you’re cuddling 

and leave a train of love bites down to your collar bones

such a gamer

you’re no good at it though

apart from like Mario kart. you beat him only once

boobs guy

falls asleep almost every night on top of you with his head on your chest

also loves your hips especially 

the biggest softie

will foster dogs with you

puts those night visions goggles to good use with games

hide and seek in the sewers is one of your faves

he has a security system set up tho so you always accuse him of cheating

he denies this

you’re bff’s with Leo

because Donnie is the only one who actually fully appreciates his leadership and so do you

*Leo telling at him*

"STOP THROWING THINGS! PUT MIKEY DOWN! I SWEAR TO GOD PICASSO!!"

*Splinter talking to him*

"Picasso my son, you must control your temper."

*When the boys find something broken*

"NO PICASSO!!" "CAN PICASSO NOT SMASH FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE?!"

Do you have any Raph headcanons? I don't really know what to specify, just anything would be super cool! (I love your writing and reading through your blog, keep up the good work!!!)

((Thanks so much, this is the best I can do right now.))

-Raphael sleeps with one leg hanging off the bed. For body temperature regulation purposes. Maybe an arm will be included.

-He has an old stash of **magazines** under his mattress. Amazing what people throw away.

-His favorite food (besides pizza) is Enchiladas. I feel like he’d have a taste for spicy things…Mexican food in general??

-He sometimes thinks about how the rest of his brothers’ names ends with an “o” and his doesn’t. It makes him feel like he stands out, but not entirely in the weird, outstandish way. If the shoe fits…

-Raphael sure was the bullying-type of brother when he was younger, but quickly grew out of that after he hurt Donnie’s feelings a little too much. He got in sooo much trouble with Splinter and learned his lesson real fucking quick, though he naturally regretted doing it even before his punishment.

My babe went from: "Can I take your daughter to the ice cream shop please?"

All the way to: "Your daughter calls me daddy too."

😍😍

@selfless1978 I thought you might like some cute smiling Leo. <3

Ok so I'm curious, what do you think the situation was the first time the turtles churred in front of reader? Like what made them churr and what is the immediate response after? 💖

I love this question! Turtle x Reader style

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🅻🅴🅾 has never churred in front of you and he does it on purpose, mostly out of embarrassment, but he is also a little nervous. He doesn’t want you to think it’s weird, so he just pushes them aside, but plane to keep them hidden diminishes one day while he is meditating. You came down to the lair to visit the boys, nothing new to you or them. You always greeted Leonardo, even if he was busy. So when one of his brothers told you where he was, you set off to that destination.

You walked into the dojo, seeing your turtle in blue sitting on the floor with his back to to the entrance, and now you. He knew you were here, and from past events of trying to sneak up on him only to fail, you knew he knew you were here too. However, Leo was not prepared for your small hand to rest on the back of his neck.

“Hey, Leo. How was your day?” You asked, giving the back of his neck a light scratch with your nails, the action was sudden but you didn’t think anything of it.

Leo instinctively leaned back into the touch and that’s when you heard it. A deep rumbling noise. Your eyes widened a little, but Leo panicked and covered them up the interesting, yet sexy, noise with a cough. You walked to stand front of him.

“H-Hello Y/n, uh I-” Leo started, but you stopped him by sitting in his lap, making him jump, his hands on your hips the second you sat settled on his lap.

“What was that?” You ask curiously, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning towards him a little.

“Uh, i-it was. I-I mean… Uh-” Leo went to say, but you placed a delicate finger on his lips to stop him from rambling further.

“No need to be flustered, my Leader. I am just curious about the noise you made. What was it exactly?” You say gently, asking again in a more softer tone, a small smile on your face.

“Um… That was- uh…” Leo was blushing madly and his heart pounded, “It was a… Churr.” He said quietly, his eyes afraid to meet your eyes.

You smiled more and giggled, leaning in to give him a short sweet kiss, that made him look at you. You smiled up at him and used your arms to pull him a little closer.

“Does that happen when you are enjoying something?” You asked.

Leo nodded slowly, “Yes…”

This time you smirked and one of your hands went to the back of his neck, your nails gently caressing his rough skin. Leo shuddered.

“I want to hear it again.” You said, continuing to gently scratch the back of his neck.

Leo looked at you a little surprised, but he would never deny a request or demand from you. So he closed his eyes, enjoying you touches and soon another deep churr rumbled in his chest, escaping his lips. You only smiled. It was almost like cat churrs, but this churr was still way different. Way better.

It was deep and being honest, it was hot. You loved it and you wanted to hear more. That day you made another request, but for the bedroom only. Leo smirked that time and did what you wanted. He couldn’t deny your intriguing request and demands after all.

🆁🅰🅿🅷 does the same thing Leo does. He holds them in and hides them. To him, his churr’s meant that he was way too vulnerable. So he holds them in, trying to contain them, but one night he slips and it changes everything he thought about his churr’s. It was a lovely night for you and Raph. Bodies touching, lips kissing, and hands exploring, a blissful way to end any day.

During this intimate time you are sharing with Raph, it was harder for him. Your touches, the noises you were making, the way your soft skins feels against his; All his churr’s wanted to be free. So when your hands slip down his plastron, roughly scratching his shell, a churr slips. It was a very deep churr, strong and clear to your ears.

Raph was freaking out and leaned his head back, a blushing mess, silence overcoming him and you. As he lightly pants from the passionate kiss you and him were having, he looks down at you and you can see he is embarrassed. That only makes you smirk. You want to hear it again. You grab the front of his plastron, pulling him down quickly, smashing your lips on his again forcefully. Raph couldn’t help but groan and kiss back.

Then he felt your nails scratching harder against his plastron, making him grunt in result for the wonderful painful and pleasurable action.

“Make that noise again. I wanna hear it Big Red…” You said confidently, still scratching his plastron, while letting your lips move down his neck.

Raph is conflicted for a moment and doesn’t know if he should do it, but then he hears you whisper lightly, your small breaths against his skin making him shiver from pleasure.

“Come on Big Red. Let me hear it. Let me hear that deep sexy noise again. I wanna hear you make that noise all night…” You mumble, still placing kissing along his neck, nibbling a few parts of his skin gently that drove him crazy.

Raph groaned and without hesitation, let his churr’s go. You smirked and stopped your teasing actions on his neck, looking up at him.

“Damn that’s hot Big Red. Don’t hold that noise in anymore…”

That time Raph smirked back. He never held in his churr’s again, not after that night. You didn’t complain. It was music to your ears. You wanted to hear at any given chance. You craved the noise more and more.

🅳🅾🅽🅽🅸🅴 is a little shy baby. Well, at first. During the first few times you and he shared intimant moments, he keeps his churr’s under control, but he doesn’t hold them in. Again, he controls them, meaning he can control how loud they can be. So anytime where you and he share memorable nights, he churr’s, very quietly. You just never heard it. Donnie wasn’t afraid to let his churr’s be fully free, but it was new to you and you didn’t know what it meant, he didn’t want you to get the wrong idea.

So he decides to tell you about it, so he can better explain what it was and why it happens. And he hopes you don’t mind too much, but from past events, he suspects you wouldn’t care. You already love it when he moans, groans, grunts; so why not his churr’s? So one day when you come down to the lair, you greet Donnie first, like always. You knew where he was, so when you arrived to his lab, he spoke.

“Hey Y/n,” He turns in his chair, a smile on his face, “Slide the door shut for a moment hun, I gotta tell you something.”

You’re confused and a little nervous, but did what he said. After sliding the door shut, you walked over, taking a seat on one of his other chairs.

“Is everything ok?” You ask, hoping this wasn’t going to end badly.

Donnie nodded, “Of course, I just wanted to tell you something. I guess you can say, it’s a little personal to me. A vulnerability I have yet to share.” Donnie said with a smile, a smile that made your heart melt. You nod for him to go on.

He starts off bluntly, knowing you could care less “When we are… Intimate, there is a noise I make that you don’t usually hear. It isn’t bad vocal action, it’s good, but I wanted to talk about it so you didn’t misunderstand.”

You give him a confused glance and asked, “Well what’s the noise? And you make the noise while we have sex? How come I never hear it?”

Donnie chuckled, “I control the volume, so I keep it pretty quiet, but you could still be able to hear it. However, you are quite loud love.” That made you blush and even pout, “No need to get bashful, your noises always excite me. Now about the noise. We turtles call it a churr. It’s kind of like a cat churr, but deeper and it builds up in our chest. Of course, when we churr, it’s because we are feeling some sort of pleasure, physically or emotionally.” Donnie exclaimed, making you nod.

Then you quickly say, “I wanna hear it.”

Donnie wasn’t surprised by that, you are just as curious as he is when learning something new. He wasn’t going push aside the order. He knew he could churr on his own, without the feeling of pleasurable touches, he just had to think about you (which wasn’t hard). So he leans closer to you. He focuses, thinking about his love for you and your love for him, he can already feel the churr rumbling in his chest.

Then you hear it. It was definitely naturally loud, but you didn’t care about that, but it did surprise you on how deep it was. Donnie doesn’t have the deepest voice in the world, but this churr was beyond incredible. You already loved it.

“I wanna hear more.” You said, standing up to stand in front of him.

Donnie smiles and stops you from sitting on his lap, making you confused.

“Lock the doors, we don’t want any interruptions. Now, do we?” Donnie said, making you smile.

You did as he told and as bodies touched, he let his natural loud and depp churring free. His churr’s only made you crave him more the entire time. It was amazing. It was hot. Then you thought about it. Any touch pleasuring touch, sexual or not, could make him churr. Well, it already sounded like a fun game to you. So you reminded yourself to give Donnie little touches in the future, touches that you knew he liked. You were already obsessed with his churr’s.

🅼🅸🅺🅴🆈 has never really thought about hiding his churr. He hasn’t actually. You just couldn’t hear it. It was not as loud as his brothers, or deep, but don’t get it twisted, puberty punched him in the fucking face, his churr was still deep and veryuch loud. He just naturally had a slightly higher pitched voice and that meant his churr’s were a little higher as well. So one day you were at the lair, sitting on the couch, watching a movie with Mikey.

Mikey was sprawled out on the couch, his head on your lap, which you didn’t mind. So as the movie went on, you reached down and attentively started to rub his head (not the head you’re thinkin’ of ya nasty). Immediately Mikey was churring. Again it wasn’t as loud as his brothers, but it was still loud to you. The noise made you quickly pull your hand away and look down at Mikey, a little shocked.

“Aw babe why did ya’ stop?” Mikey whined a little, reaching for your hand, placing back on his head gently.

You giggled a little bit, feeling better knowing you didn’t hurt him. So you did the same action and continued watching the movie, while also continuing to hear Mikey churr.

You had to admit; it was freakin’ hot and adorable at the same time. And by the time the movie ended, you had questions to ask. You just hoped Mikey was comfortable to give the answers. So when the movie was over, your hand stopped rubbing his head, which led Mikey to sit up slowly and stretched. You stretched a little too while asking your first question.

“Hey, babe what was that noise you made?”

Mikey looked a little confused for a moment but made an ‘oh’ face that made you giggle. Mikey smiled and turned his body towards you.

“Me and my bro’s call it churrs. We don’t do it randomly unless we want to you, but that never happens” Mikey said, chuckling in the end, knowing his brother hated churring in front of anyone. He didn’t really care, but he held them in, just so his brother was comfortable. And because Leo told him to.

“Well, what does it mean?” You asked, sitting back on the couch, stretching your legs next. Your legs went over Mikey’s lap, which he didn’t mind, he was already caressing your legs out of habit since this was normal for you to do.

“Don is better at explaining, but it justs a noise we make when we feel good or think about we like,” Mikey said, trying his best to explain this.

“Like a cat?” You asked with a smile.

“Yeah! But only louder and deeper.” Mikey said with a bright smile, but made his viice really deep when saying the word 'deeper’ which made you laugh a little.

Then you smirked, “So… Any touch you like can make you churr?” You asked slowly, raising a hand to caress his muscled arm.

You got your answer when he was churring again. And before you could say anything else, you were in Mikey’s arms, being carried off to his bedroom.

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