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Leo:

- People usually coin him as the quiet type, and I typically agree with that, but let me give you more

- Leo is breathing, first few strokes inside of you have him doing long -- meditative almost -- breaths. He's whispering reassurances, calling you good, talking about soft you are, narrating the way you tremor when he's slipping in

- "You take it so well, I want to keep you, just like this. Right under me and wanting."

- Picking up the pace is when the talking gets a little more clipped, his breathing picks up, he's got one hand gripping you and another gripping the pillow or headboard.

- "Fuck, make that noise again", "Keep squeezing around me", "You can do it, baby -- shit you feel good"

- The only time you hear him moan, really moan, is choked out and broken up with his snout pressed into your hair and his hands squeezing what it can. Maybe if he were tipsy it'd be more harmonic, something breathy and drawn out and so unlike him that if you brought it up he'd deny it

Raph:

- Animalistic. This man churrs and grunts and groans and while on paper it doesn't sound sexy, in your ear it's another story

- Big on dirty talk and man handling your body. You've got two big hands on your waist, picking up your bottom half and tilting your hips. He wants to see all of it

- "C'mon baby, spread em, lemme see what's mine", "You want me to fuck this tight ass? Say please."

- His favorite thing is setting the pace hard and fast but trying to get you to talk to him. You're bent over with your head in the pillow? His big hand is reaching to cup your neck and pull you up against him. Raphael wants to hear you stutter and stumble

- "That feel good? You want me to keep going? Say please and maybe I'll let you come on this dick"

- When he finishes it's a long, strung out curse. He's groaning over you, hands gripping the sheets so hard they pull off the edge of the bed. Masculine as fuck in every sense of the word, smelling like musk and sex

Donnie:

- I feel like people are maybe torn on Donnie. Does he whimper and crack? Does he take charge and pull you around? Well, I like to think, he's got the voice snd vocab of the first, but the body language and instincts of the second

- He can't help the way his voice breaks when he sinks into you, desperately trying to keep his eyes open instead of letting them slip shut because he wants to see everything. But he also can't help the way he's pulling you, hands on the inside of your thighs, pushing them so far apart they ache

- "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, fuck you just feel so good, I can't help it", "Please let me see you, all of you, open your eyes"

- He's demandingly needy, unable to stop moaning while he tries to tell you what he wants. Thinking it better to just show you while burying his face into your hair and letting go. You're simply bent to his will while his hips stutter and he pumps into you

- "So so good for me, always so wet", "Come around me, make me happy, I wanna see it"

- Actually blanks when he finishes, jaw locked and breathing heavy through his nose. He doesn't make a sound until he's done, a giggle in his throat he can't help when he sees the mess he's made out of you

Mikey:

- The jack of all trades, Mikey can be whoever you want him to be. You want teary eyed and a mess? Done. You want him hissing dirty talk and forcing you to look at him while he tongue fucks you? Also done

- Either way, by default, he's a breathy moaner. Not afraid to let you hear it, whispering little bits and pieces about how you feel, how you taste. You'll know his direct line of thinking

- "How the fuck do you always taste so good?? Could do thus for hours...", "Skin is so fucking soft babe, squeeze them thighs around me"

- He loves eye contact, gets a complex over it, seeing the way you try and look anywhere but at him, at what he's doing to you. Mikey can't help squishing your face in his hand or patting at your cheek to keep you focused on him

- "Nah, don't look away, look at me, let me see them pretty eyes", "Who makes you feel this good?"

- Vocal finisher, the air rushes out of him and he's gasping and trying to say I love you and trying to tell you how good you make him feel, and it's all tied together in a pretty and breathy sigh, trying to nuzzle his face into your skin

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Random asf but who cares

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) - After sex Donnie is a dumbass. Doesn’t matter what kind of sex. He’s fucked out and a bit of a goofball, so you will get cuddles and jokes and he will make you laugh. But until you ask, he’s not thinking about the mess at all. Or about water. Or food. Or anything really. It’s when you actually ask, “Babe, I can’t move, will you please grab-” He will first be horrified, then he will SCRAMBLE out of bed. He’ll wack his head against a light or something or trip over his underwear flat on his face- he’s so fucking cute. 

B - Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) - If you compliment anything about his physical appearance or physic, he says stuff like “Naww.” “Staap.” “No you don’t.” But he loves the size difference. He loves how small you look against him and in his bed. Sometimes he stares at how big his hands and fingers are while fingering your little pussy and he goes brain dead. 

C- Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) - Donnie whimpers, shakes, and moves a lot during orgasm. He can’t help it. It’s one of those moments he is 100000% completely, utterly checked out. It’s so fucking hot. He also needs to be holding something. Always. He prefers to grab you into a tight, shakey hug. But if he can’t do that, he also grabs his own head and face. Donnie has also bent metal before, broken handcuffs and torn rope. He’s replaced your headboard twice now. Bit of a head pusher, so unless you are into that, tie him up or tell him to hang on to something.

D - Dirty Secret - He would love to be pegged. Already loves it when you finger and eat out his cloaca, so having you in control of his pleasure and body? It drives him insane. 

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) - Donnie’s nature is to research and to meet head-on. Between all the long term-relationship, healthy sex-life, deep-dive research (and his porn consumption); he is actually pretty prepared to have good sex. But what makes sex and his first-time terrifying is the turtle thing, his fear of you thinking he’s ugly and disgusting, and not being good for you.. His trauma and sensitive nature is completely exposed those first few times. So you taking the lead and being in charge was his saving grace. 

F - Favorite Position - Donnie does not have a favorite. He loves to change things up. But he does have a tendency to fall into a routine, and succums pleasure and intimacy. He’s not stopping a fuck to change up the position unless you tell him to do so. 

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous) - Depends on how much stress he is under and how much sleep he has had. If he is well rested and life is being a little more on the good side, he is incredibly playful and cute. But if he hasn’t slept in two days, sex is overwhelming and intense and he needs that burst of good chemicals. If he is being cute and dorky while life is falling apart, its always before you start getting in his pants and directly after you’ve both finished. 

H - Hair - He doesn’t care

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect) - Sex is one of the few ways you can easily pull him out of his head, so it does get intense for him. Donnie’s brain checks out once shit gets rolling, and he stays checked out when you take the lead; which is something he desperately needs. But those moments when he needs to take for once instead of give, you gotta be prepared for the most intense fucking of your life. 

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) - Donnie is the one who is a little more sloppy and risky when it comes to jerking off. Because when he needs it, he needs it, okay? He loses brain cells when he’s horney, so jerking off in his lab when one of his brothers is still awake in the kitchen over there starts feeling like a good idea. Post-nut clarity hits Donnie so hard when he’s by himself. It’s hilarious. 

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks) - Donnie is a kinky mother fucker, okay, and he is so shy about it. He will not put in requests. You will have to get it out of him, because he feels a bit of shame in that he wants to be on the receiving end of things, usually. He’s into sensory deprivation, bondage, exhibitionalism, toys, somnophilia, masochism, breeding, free-use, phone sex, all of it. 

L - Location (Favorite places to do the do) - Okay, so you gotta be careful because if you get Donnie horny enough, anywhere starts looking like ‘this will do’. It can get him in trouble, and you’re gonna have to call the shots on that one. But he does get pretty paranoid in the lair and lack of privacy, so a bedroom will be best for a while. Let him get more confident in his body and his relationship with you before y’all start getting crazy.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) - In a scenario in which he is glued to the screens and you need lovin’s; praise. Pet names. Tracing his neck or arms. It will get his attention super fast. Everytime. He is also always horny waking up, but he is not a morning person, so you will have to do most of the work. But his noises and desperation are always worth it. 

N - NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs) - He doesn't like being hit, or in pain; and actually being restrained is horrifying to him. If he can’t actually snap the handcuffs or rope, and he’s being held down- things go from sexy to he doesn't want to be touched for three days. It’s a fine line, one that he didn’t know existed until it happened. Unaddressed trauma, you know?

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) - Donnie fucking loves head, okay? One of his longest fantasies was having a partner suck him off while he games. It’s a classic. And he loves giving you head, and takes massive pride in being the best there possibly is at giving it to him. 

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual) - All of it. All of it. There are moments when he needs to take over, and he does get intense. But even in his most needy moments- it still doesn’t mean he’s rough. He definitely can be- but it all depends on the mood and the scenario and what you need. He’s all over. 

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often.) - He has some trouble initiating. The fear of inconveniencing you or being overly needy is prevalent in his heart. Especially at the beginning. So even if he is insanely, deliriously horny for you, he’s gonna struggle asking for relief. However, if you initiate- he’s all in. He will do whatever, whenever, however. Just keep touching him. Tell him what you need, what he should do. He will be there, please, baby. 

R - Risk (Are they game to experience, do they take risks.) - If you need him and your in charge, he gets a little pussy drunk. He will want to do whatever you want, whenever you want. He does have some fantasies of having you in semi-public areas (like his truck on a road trip). But not only does he secretly want to try everything in the book, but he is here to please you. He wants you and he wants to be yours. Ask him and he will be of service. 

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last) - Donnie possesses athleticism on a level that is otherworldly. You are dating a superhero. So his stamina shows it. He can have sex all day, and be running around saving the world after. The question is, when does he find time to sleep. So sometimes, fucking him should be a seque to getting him to passing out, at last.  

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves) - Donnie loves toys. Loves using them on you, loves it when you use them on him. He kinda likes the thought of building sophisticated ones for you to enjoy. He likes to watch you use toys on yourself, he likes you watching him use them- he adores it all. The introduction of toys in the bedroom was very quick, and he’d have a collection somewhere very, super hidden. 

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease) - He doesn’t like to tease you at all. He’s not the type. What you ask of him is exactly what he will give, so he struggles to deny you pleasure. However, he kinda loves when you tease him. Flirting with him, denying him, teasing him, edging him all get him feeling super hot. You become his whole world when you do, and that’s exactly how he likes it. 

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) - Donnie whimpers. He is the most gorgeous whimperer in the entire planet. He shakes and whines and moans, and he begs. His voice can get super low and then can get high and whispery- you have told him several times he could make audio porn and he doesn’t believe you. He gets a little insecure about it, because most of the time he doesn’t have a whole lot of brain power to control that. 

W - Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) - He was fucking you hard in the back of the lab. On the old cot he kept there for emergency uses. He was getting so riled up that his brothers, just outside, were in danger of overhearing his whispers and whines. Your solution? You grabbed his face hard, yanking him close with your palm cupped over his mouth with your other hand cupping the nape of his neck. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, falling further into your shoulder and bracing under the new wave of arousal while his thrusts quickened with desperation. “That’s it, baby.” You whispered, struggling to keep quiet yourself. “That’s it, good boy, sweetheart…fuck-”

X -X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) - Team cloaca. He has a cloaca just under the plates of his plastron. His dick is HUGE, and gorgeously dark purple, and there is a reason it needs to be packed away. It takes a lot of time and a lot of patience, even with the assist of his and your natural lubrication, it takes a while to get his huge size inside of you. 

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive) - In the beginning, you are all Donnie could think about. He wanted you so badly, and he wanted you to want him. He had trouble focusing on tasks he had never had a problem focusing on before. He wasn’t getting things done, he was messing up more during training, and he had troubles not talking about you to others. But after things have been official for a while, that fades to a much more healthy amount. But he does have an issue getting lost in his interests, projects and duties. His sex drive is high, but he has attention issues lol. 

Leo doesn’t usually come in through your fire escape, but he will turn up unannounced sometimes when he wants to see you. He’s secretly very needy and will take any excuse to come see you so expect him to turn up with flowers and a sheepish smile asking you to let him in.

Most of the time he will text you before he turns up, because he knows you don’t really like getting caught off guard and he likes making sure you’re available before he turns up. Has actually just sat on your fire escape being a tragic brooding yearner at some point and very much prefers to know that you’re at home and want to see him (which you definitely do).

He’s also turned up unannounced after a mission gone wrong before and his massive arm flexing when he sheathed his swords to come in through the window made you accept any and all unannounced visits. Leo decides to show up unannounced one night to see you after a long four days of not being able to…

Leo dropped down quietly onto your old rusty fire escape balcony. A couple of stray petals floated down from the bouquet he was carrying and he padded closer to your window. It was open, your blinds were rolled up and swaying gently in the breeze; Leo silently slipped in, brushing against the blinds. He wasn’t sure you were at home for a second, but there was the sound of music playing from the kitchen and he smiled. You were making dinner no doubt. He shifted as softly as he could over the floorboards, wincing when one creaked a little. He angled himself so you wouldn’t see him from where you were in the kitchen. He peered from where he stood hidden and was met with the sight of you waltzing around the kitchen as you cooked, moving along to the song you had playing on the speakers. You looked completely cheerful, mouthing along to the song lyrics as you stirred the pan over the stove and the delicious smell of cooking wafted down the hall to where Leo was standing. You spun around to reach a drawer, grabbing a fork. Leo forced himself not to smile. He’d never seen you like this, completely carefree and dancing around your kitchen to the beat of the song you had on. He could hear you mumbling the lyrics under your breath, giggling to yourself when the song got to a part you liked. Leo felt his chest ache and he just stood there, staring at you and wondering if he could somehow memorise this. You were light on your feet, tiptoeing to reach one of the spices on the shelves and moving your shoulders to the melody. The leader in blue suppressed a laugh, looking down while he smiled and shaking his head at how adorable the scene was. You moved on the spot while you waited for your food to finish sizzling in the pan, stirring the contents every so often to keep them from burning. Leo decided he’d been staring long enough and needed to stop before he considered a marriage proposal. Making a little noise so as to not scare you, he moved out of the shadows towards where you stood in the kitchen. You were startled regardless, squeaking slightly and immediately feeling the hot flush of blood rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“Leo!”

“I wanted to drop by ‘nd see you, but I see I’ve interrupted your little dance session, huh.” Leo couldn’t stop the stupid smile on his face as he came over to you, gently pressing the flowers into your hands and leaning down to kiss your forehead. You groaned, a rush of different feelings flushing through your system as you buried your face in the soft flower petals. The scent calmed you down some and you sighed “How long were you there? And these flowers are so pretty… You really didn’t have to but they’re so lovely. Thank you.”

Leo had a hand on your lower back and was idly rubbing his thumb over it. He coughed awkwardly. “Not that long. You got some killer moves hon.” He smiled and kissed your hairline. The overwhelming urge to smother you with affection had filled him to the brim and you could tell by the way he was looking at you that you didn’t need to feel embarrassed. Leo couldn’t stop cheesing. He was more in love with you than before if that was even possible.

“What?”

“Nothing. You’re cute. Now that I’m here, would you like a dance partner?” Leo held his hand out. You took it, rolling your eyes playfully at him. His rough, calloused one met yours and he thumbed over your knuckles. “Let’s dance.” You chuckled and just held onto him as he very quickly changed the song to something slower and more relaxed. As he turned the both of you around he slid the pan off the stove, letting the residual heat do the rest of the cooking and turning the gas off. You huffed. He was too damn smooth. You rested your head against his plastron and the both of you swayed to the slow oldies tune Leo had picked; the light above the stove served as your only source of illumination as the two of you danced. “This is a cliche.”

“Probably. It’s cliche for a reason.” Leo smiled as he responded, gently shifting the two of you around. You gazed up at him. A lady’s muffled voice echoed from the speakers into the night and the jazzy twang of a guitar set off each step Leo pulled you into. You shut your eyes.

Mikey

King of dropping by unannounced. Is genuinely in agony when he can’t hang with you and will take full advantage of being able to show up on your fire escape whenever. You’ve gotten so used to it that he has a key to unlock your window if he drops by and you have it locked.

Has planned dates on your fire escape balcony before, you’ve manage to keep it fairly clean so the two of you dragged out blankets and pillows and cuddled up on there with snacks and a movie. Mikey helped you string up fairy lights on there to make it more aesthetic. Sometimes he’ll send you a text before he shows up, but often forgets to check his phone before he arrives and just trusts that you’re going to be there. He also likes chilling for a few in the alley by your apartment if you’re not home, before he heads back he legally has to pet the alley cats.

Is usually super loud upon entering so he doesn’t freak you out because he knows you dislike unannounced visits. Mikey decides he needs to turn up quietly one night and catches you dancing…

Mikey dropped oh so quietly onto your balcony. Or at least he intended to, the orange slider stubbed his toe and silently cursed and hopped in a circle to get rid of the pain. He peered nervously through your window, hoping you hadn’t heard him. Thankfully, the sound of music drifting from your apartment had muted the sound of his footsteps and he smiled, shifting the window further up so he could roll in. He dropped to the floor with a soft thud and began to shuffle to where the music was playing from. He slowly set down the bag of snacks he’d brought with him on your coffee table. The faint crinkle of the bag made him wince. He was excited to surprise you with your favourite snacks and the prospect of hanging out on a cool rooftop spot he’d discovered to make cute little charms together. He walked slowly. You were in the bathroom, speakers blasting some sort of sexy music while you got ready. Mikey had texted you about a date earlier and you had no clue when he was getting there, but decided to get ready. Your little makeup pouch was on the sink counter; hair ties and mascara and a packet of makeup remover wipes and some really old crusty lipgloss you hadn’t got around to getting rid of were strewn around. You were absentmindedly dancing, fixing your appearance in the bathroom mirror. Mikey watched quietly from the hall, awestruck by how pretty you looked. The faint scent of your body wash drifted from the bathroom and Mikey was left in a sort of daze; the sight of you in your casual, unaware state and smelling like dessert made him want to barrel in there and squeeze you. He kept himself in check. You looked lost in your own world, twirling and singing along as you zhuzhed up your appearance. You picked up one of the many soap bottles in the shower caddy, using it as a mock microphone as you waited for your body lotion to dry down a little. Mikey was conflicted, stuck between wanting to keep watching you and wanting to join in on the fun you were having. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, a large smile plastering his face and nothing but love in his eyes. You neatened your hem, doing a spin for the mirror and mouthing along to the song playing through your speakers as you leaned closer to the mirror to inspect your eyebrows; you placed a hand on the edge of the sink to stabilise yourself. Mikey smiled when you smiled, eyes sparkling with adoration.

“That’s my girl.” Mikey whispered to himself in the corridor. He couldn’t stop himself and with a cough and a purposefully loud “babe!” he entered your small bathroom. You were a little surprised, but threw your arms around him without hesitation. Mikey squeezed tight. He breathed in the scent of your lotion and sighed. You pulled away, a little shy.

“When did you get in? I didn’t even hear you this time.”

“I been here this whole time girl.” Mikey flashed you a silly grin and you sighed, pushing down your embarrassment. Mikey loved when you had fun and just looked happy that you had seemed so happy getting ready. He was definitely remembering this.

“Next time remind me to come by earlier, I totally need to dance with you.” He pinched your cheek and you batted his hand away playfully, opting to hold it instead. “Uh huh. Will do, Angel.” Mikey lifted your intertwined hands to kiss your smaller ones.

“Do you need a few more minutes? I can wait.”

You nodded, but pulled him closer. “Yeah, but you can stay in here. Pick the next song? My playlist has literally just been on repeat and I need some variation.” Mikey smiled, kissing your hand again and reaching for where your phone was balanced precariously on the edge of the sink. He scrolled until he found a good one, shifting awkwardly in the small bathroom. Mikey wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his scarred chin on your shoulder. He pressed play. You smiled and continued getting ready in the mirror. Music filled your little bathroom.

Raph

Raph likes to drop by occasionally. He’s not too casual about it because he’s worried he might bother you if he turns up unannounced, but he will if a) he knows you’re free, b) he needs some respite from a mission and c) if he just needs to see you. Is also the type to brood dramatically on your fire escape. Has just sat there while you were home before to feel close to you without having to deal with communicating that he didn’t feel the greatest.

He adores when you greet him by the window and will lean in to kiss you before he comes in when you do. It’s literally a ritual for him every time. He likes the domestic stuff even if he doesn’t admit it, and will sit and watch the sunrise with you on your fire escape or occasionally from your rooftop; he’s the best blanket you could ask for and sits you in his lap because that guy runs hot and a blanket just doesn’t do it for you. One evening he decides he wants to come and see you while he’s on his way back to the lair…

Raph thudded onto the roof of your apartment building, heaving out a sigh. He swayed himself down onto the fire escape, descending until he reached your floor. He could hear the music from where he kneeled already and it relaxed his brow, he felt his tension ease out. He’d been super high strung recently and just wanted to drop by to check in on you. The thought of seeing you made his limbs loosen up and his mind clear of the worries and stressors bugging him. He crouched low on the fire escape, hidden by the shadows of the night. The rough ridges of his shell were illuminated ever so slightly by the moon, casting him in a contrasting backlight that outlined his silhouette, only seen if you squinted hard and knew where to look. For someone so big he made himself hard to notice. Years of training and refining his technique had led him to learn to completely conceal himself in the deep shadows of the night. Raph peered in through the window. You were moving around your living room. You held a stack of books in your arms, twirling around to the music and winding up at the opposite end of the small living area to deposit the books on the couch while you whisked back to clean off the coffee table. You were humming. Raph had never seen you quite so unbothered and in your element. It was mesmerising and he decided to sit and watch you- or rather- he couldn’t help but sit and watch you. Ruining your flow now felt wrong. Raph’s eyes followed you around the room, he smiled and ducked his head when you drummed your fingers against the little storage cubes you had in the corner. The soft knit blanket Raph had gifted you lay crumpled on your sofa and you slid over to it, singing along to your music as you began to pull over the corners and fold it back into a presentable square. Raph felt an unprecedented cuteness aggression fill him when he watched you smile as you folded it, you held it up to bury your face in it for a second before setting it back down, now neat, on the back of the couch. You thought about him when he wasn’t there. You were as distracted as anything from the outside world as you danced in your living room and you still smiled at the thought of him. God he was so lucky. He watched you shimmy your hips back over to the other end of the living room and decided he couldn’t stay on your fire escape anymore. With a great heave he rapped twice on the window pane and pushed it up to let himself in. You jumped, startled. Relief flooded you once you recognised the hulking figure of your favourite turtle filling the small corner where the window was situated. Then the embarrassment hit.

“Raph! What’re you-“

You had no time to finish your sentence before he came over and pulled you into his arms. You broke into a smile and hugged back, giggling.“Hey sweetheart. Droppin’ by to check on you. How’s my baby?” Raph was smiling like a fool as he held you close, nuzzling your hairline. You smiled and he set you down.

“I’m good, I just wasn’t expecting you to come by. I’m um- I’m cleaning.” You gestured awkwardly to the living room. Raph squished your cheeks with one of his large hands, leaning down and planting a sloppy kiss to your lips. You huffed.

“You were dancing. Where are those moves wi’me, ah?” You rolled your eyes and stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss him back in retaliation. “Dance with me, then.”

Raph was for sure dying happy. “Focus on me.” He gave you a cocky smirk and you held onto his arms. Without warning he picked you up to spin you around. You squealed, hands anchoring onto his shoulders; he was grinning at your face as it contorted into embarrassed happiness. You were melting his stress away with just a smile.

Donnie

Donnie has seriously considered putting in monitors by your fire escape for safety purposes. He doesn’t want anything putting his baby in danger and is, on the low, a fan of being able to keep track of you. It has been speculated he has some control problems. Of course he never does anything without your express want of it and resorts to just checking in on you every so often. He’s a bit of a hopeless romantic in the sense that he’ll text you to come to the window and bam, there he is with tiramisu and a very detailed spreadsheet on a date.

Has sat by your window and looked in a few times and felt super embarrassed and ashamed afterwards because he got an identity crisis and was thoroughly convinced he was a creep. You just found it funny. He likes taking you to places to stargaze and shows up excited and unannounced if there’s a forecast for a clear night sky or meteor shower. He keeps you close and points out the constellations until you fall asleep. Donnie comes by one night to drop off your watch he fixed…

The tall turtle swung down to land on your fire escape. He sighed. He hasn’t seen you in what felt like forever and he usually wouldn’t come by like this but he just needed to see you. He hadn’t even texted you in his haste. His excuse was dropping off a watch he’d fixed for you a good while ago and even he knew that was a poor excuse. How else was he supposed to just show up? It only just occurred to him as he was crouching on your balcony, gear in hand, that he could just… show up. You always loved seeing him. Why was he getting all shy now? He shook it off and peered in through the corner of the window to see whether he could come in. Immediately he caught sight of you dancing. You were swivelling around your bedroom, a pile of freshly washed and dried laundry on your bed. A candle burned on your bedside table, it filled your room with the scent of vanilla cake. You had your music on loud and were singing along as you methodically folded your clothes to put them away. Donnie stared. He pushed his glasses up as though pressing his eyes to the lenses would help him see you better. You were completely ignorant of his presence, humming away with a lost smile on your lips as you folded your clothes to put in your chest of drawers; you had each tray open to have easy access to each drawer and you narrowly avoided bumping your hip against them each time you waltzed back and forth between your bed and the rest of the furniture. Your speakers played a vaguely familiar song and you chucked a few clothes to the other end of your bed as you sorted through the pile of clean laundry. Donnie noted you were in shorts and an oversized shirt that he was pretty sure was his. You danced away, nodding your head along and pausing your singing only to curse when an item of clothing refused to fold right the first time. Donnie caught himself smiling. He was smiling like an idiot. You were unaware and lost in your own little world, gently kicking the bottom drawer closed to the beat of the song as you whirled back over to your bed to continue folding. The purple turtle wanted to burn the image on the insides of his eyelids. He dryly swallowed, licking his lips to wet them as he watched you. He couldn’t stand being so far from you. Without ceremony he pushed up your window. The noise spooked you, but the familiar scraping sound of Donnie’s staff against the window frame told you who it was.

“Donnie, wh- hi?”

“Hey y/n. Sorry to drop by like this, but I… wanted to give you your watch.”

Donnie fumbled in one of the pouches on his utility belt for your watch, and hastily handed it to you. You took one look at it, put it down and pulled at Donnie so he’d be at your height. You leaned up to kiss him.

“Thank you. But seriously, how long were you there?”

“…8 minutes. I just needed to see you.” Donnie sheepishly kissed your cheek and you sighed, a smile formed on your lips. He gazed down at you with a steady, warm expression. “I didn’t expect to see you dancing, though. Pretty awesome. You been holding out on me?”

You dropped your forehead onto his chest, hiding your face in embarrassment. “No. Forget everything you saw.” You laughed when Donnie let out a chuckle and looked up at him. He cupped your face thoughtfully. His eyes brimmed with affection and the spark of an idea that popped into his overactive brain. “You wanna dance? Let’s dance, love.”

You made to protest, but his gentle hands and softer look than normal made you nod. He clumsily leaned down to kiss the bridge of your nose. Oh, right, he had his shoulder cam. ‘Please let it be on’ was his only thought as he held you close to him. If it was, he was treasuring that audio and whatever visible video he could scavenge forever. The hopeless romantic in Donnie was alive and well. 

💙LEONARDO💙: disciplined, dutiful, principled, focused, devoted, strategic, stoic, protective, realistic, rigid, controlling, pressuring, distant, self-critical, preachy, honorable, dependable, courageous, traditionalist, introspective, earnest, sacrificial, perfectionist, admirable, inspiring, conflicted, serious, methodical, compassionate, driven, patient, responsible, pragmatic, spiritual, altruistic, determined, introverted.

❤️RAPHAEL❤️: passionate, fierce, loyal, courageous, protective, honest, intense, tender, impulsive, hot-headed, aggressive, resentful, reckless, brooding, stubborn, volatile, empathetic, determined, raw, defensive, sarcastic, confrontational, bold, street-smart, gruff, emotional, rebellious, independent, complex, magnetic, active, direct, realistic, touchy, shrewd, frank, sensitive, wary, extroverted.

💜DONATELLO💜: intelligent, inventive, curious, empathetic, gentle, analytical, resourceful, calm, awkward, obsessive, condescending, overthinking, proud, hesitant, methodical, logical, perceptive, dedicated, innovative, thoughtful, precise, nerdy, idealistic, patient, imaginative, self-doubting, detail-oriented, careful, earnest, shy, open-minded, conceited, solitary, intuitive, insightful, rational, fussy, introverted.

🧡MICHELANGELO🧡: optimistic, joyful, warm, creative, charismatic, talented, open, carefree, immature, undisciplined, naive, reckless, unreliable, goofy, restless, spontaneous, energetic, affectionate, funny, resilient, imaginative, idealistic, sociable, kindhearted, enthusiastic, playful, impulsive, distracted, adaptable, free-spirited, expressive, lazy, romantic, dreamy, greedy, impatient, absent-minded, arrogant, trusting, extroverted.

the people closest to me and i have come to the conclusion that the turtle i’m the most similar to is donatello, while the one i’m the least similar to is leonardo. this doesn't mean i don't share some traits with leonardo, but overall he's the one who's furthest from me in terms of general personality. i’m the youngest in my family, so i think this has had an impact on that ahah. michelangelo and raphael are both close seconds for me, since i have many traits from both, but personally i feel closer to michelangelo than raphael overall. again, probably because i’m the youngest and this influenced who i am a lot.

so, at the end, my ranking from the one who resembles me the most to the one who resembles me the least is: donatello, michelangelo, raphael, and leonardo.

but my favorite turtles, and the ones i’m also in love with, are leonardo and raphael. especially bayverse leonardo and bayverse raphael. i refuse to choose one or the other. they both share my heart.

regarding shipping preferences: i'm a leonardo and raphael selfshipper so i prefer to ship them with characters similar to me, ergo someone who overall has a different personality than theirs. the readers that i create for my fanfictions, even though i try to make them as general as possible so that everyone can see themselves in them, are based mostly on myself. however, my favorite thing to do is to make the turtle of choice and the oc/reader they're shipped with generally feel 50% similar and 50% different. for example, maybe the reader or the oc has a different personality from the turtle of choice in question, but they have the same interests or they share some traits but not all of them. or they have different interests but similar personalities. i like it when there are differences to explore and ships that complement each other like pieces of a puzzle ("you have everything that i lack" or "your strengths are my weaknesses and viceversa"), but at the same time i think it's also important to highlight the commonalities that make them recognize themselves in each other and understand one another.

one more thing, and this concerns especially the bayverse turtles. since bayverse leonardo and bayverse raphael are not good at navigating emotions and feelings, both their own and those of others, i prefer to pair them with readers who are emotionally intelligent and sensible. and since bayverse donatello and bayverse michelangelo tend to be more passive and they tend to follow their big brothers, i prefer to pair them with readers who aren't and that will speak up.

what about you? i’m curious to read your responses! i think it's a fun topic to discuss; it could spark a debate about who we are vs. what attracts us and where our shipping preferences lie! i clearly have an opposite attracts thing going on ahah♡

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Sometimes you hate the image your mirror reflects of you.

You think this as you look at yourself standing in front of it, wearing only your underwear, scrutinizing the way your belly protrudes from the edges of your panties and the light marks they leave on your skin because they’re too tight around your pelvis. Then you set your eyes on your thighs, too close together, no space to prevent them from touching and rubbing against each other, and the dark stretch marks peeking out from within. You pass one of your hand on top of them and you picture your fingertips being erasers and those marks just a bad sketch made with pencil. Everything would be easier if this were the reality and you could correct the wrongness of your body, cancel and redraw everything the way that you like from head to toe, with just the swipe of your palm.

Summer has always been your enemy: the unbearable heat, the mosquitoes, the sweating with every movement, all things that you hated. And on top of all that there was this: having to show off that body of yours that you just didn't like, but that at the same time you couldn't make it change.

You turn to the right, trying to see how you look from the side and then from behind. You sigh as you see your belly getting even bigger and rounder and the way your back hasn't been spared from accumulating fat either. If at least it had gone towards your butt instead of the shoulders you would have been a bit lucky, instead your ass was still small compared to the rest.

You turn around again, in the same position as before, and as you stare at your chest, you think about what you can wear so you don't die because of the heat but also without showing your wrong curves too much, a frown painted on your face. The only consolation is that at least your tits are great.

Two large hands that caress your hips and then interlace above your navel lead you outside your head and back in your room. You look up and now the mirror also reflects that hulking boyfriend of yours behind you. “Are you admiring how beautiful you are?” he asks, his voice sweet as ripe peaches, as it always is when he talks to you. His chin drops to rest on your shoulder and a smile spreads across his face. The softness in his eyes, pure affection and admiration intertwined among their colors, is almost enough to lift your mood. Almost.

“I wish. I’ve never seen myself uglier than today…” You close your eyes for a moment and let your head fall onto the hard planes of his plastron, leaning against him, searching for the comfort that only his presence can give you. You feel his arms tighten around you, and then his hands return to your hips to spin you around. Now you're face to face with those eyes that made you fall in love so much and that, incredibly, always sent the same love back at you. It's funny: your reflection there, surrounded by the brilliance of those irises, seems so much more beautiful.

“Hey. Don’t say that about my girlfriend.” The warning in his tone is held hand in hand with a hint of amusement. Then his real hands cup your face, caressing the skin of your cheeks with the thumbs. He’s serious now. “You’re gorgeous. You always have been and always will be. You’re perfect for me. I need you to believe this.” There’s a pause. He waits for your response, but you don't know what to say, because in the voice of this handsome turtle-man who for some reason gave you his heart, there's not a single shred of deceit or courtesy, but only what he truly believes in. And if he's convinced of this, what's stopping you from starting to think the same way? The fact is that, shedding years of insecurities and comparisons is never that easy.

He reads the uncertainty in your gaze, because you're not really an open book, but his favorite for sure, the one he’s read a million times, memorizing every lines, and can now recite without even opening the pages. "I can prove it to you, if you let me." His hands move from your face to your hips again, and just a moment passes between him pushing you against his body and his mouth latching onto yours. You know where he wants to take you, you know how he wants you to learn to love yourself, and you can't wait to let him do it, to abandon yourself to the care and devotion he's offering you. Knowing that this body of yours that you really don't like makes your beloved's head spin, is perhaps enough to make you like it more, enough to not want to change it anymore.

bonus headcanons! how each of them would react if you told them you wanted to lose weight (cw: mention of dieting, working out and sex):

ෆ leonardo: he doesn't have a preference for your physical appearance; he's attracted to you and loves you, and he'll continue to do so regardless of your weight. that said, he'd hate it if you wanted to lose weight because you didn't like yourself, but he'd be very supportive if you simply wanted to learn to live a healthier lifestyle. in the latter case, he's already willing to drag you to his workouts (running, stretching, self defense training etc), even the 5am ones, especially because that way you'll become stronger and be able to stand up for yourself. he's already on a pretty strict diet (not counting pizza) because he's one of those people who considers his body a temple, so he'll stick by your side and make sure you stick to your diet plan, too. be careful! If you give him the okay at the beginning, he'll be very strict and controlling and will constantly keep an eye on you. very useful if you're someone who gives up easily and with little to none discipline (like me cough), but can be exhausting and create tension. the sex will be bomb though cough.

ෆ raphael: the idea that you don't like your body devastates him. he's very insecure about himself, and the idea that you, his favorite person and the girl he considers the most beautiful in the world, might feel the same way about yourself eats him up inside. and he loves the fact that you're chubby, why do you want to change it!? does he need to remind you how perfect you are, how much he likes every single piece of you and how lucky he is!? he'll also want to know if someone specific caused you to not be comfortable in your skin. if that were the case, it wouldn't end well for that person, he can assure you of that. that said, starting to work out and eating better is never a bad idea, so he'll be there to help you. like leo, he'll drag you to his workouts and will be your personal trainer, guiding you through every exercise, especially to make you stronger and build your muscles. unlike leo, however, he'll be much more permissive about everything. or rather: he can't say no to you. so you better have an iron will, because as soon as you give in to temptation (like skipping a day or more than one for no reasons, for example), he'll let you. i mean, sex can be cardio too no? you did train after all, hah! cough. if you want, he'll cook all your meal!

ෆ donatello: he has the same opinion about leo, so if you're confident in your decision and you promise him to never tell something bad about yourself ever again because you're perfect and he loves you, you'll have his support right away. he's ready to be your personal nutritionist, creating a diet tailored just for you that allows you to eat well without giving up anything. it's important to eat the right foods and the right portions, but it's also important to leave room for the foods you love! donnie has one of the biggest sweet tooths, and if you are like him, he'll understand your pain in having to limit sweets. and, i'll tell you more, he's willing to make the effort to limit them himself for your sake. he'll look for delicious, healthy recipes to make your sacrifices more bearable (raph will cook them), and he'll remind you that you can still eat your favorite snacks when you really crave them! don't rely on him for physical activity though; aside from the obligatory ninjutsu training he does with his family and all the patrols topside, he doesn't move his ass from the chair in his lab.

ෆ michelangelo: screaming, crying, throwing up + falling to his knees, begging you not to do it. i'm mostly joking, but he hates the thought of you not liking yourself and losing weight, for real. he genuinely prefers you if you're chubby. he loves all your curves and your softness, not to mention the fact that your boobs are bigger this way (pardon him, he's a simple man). he doesn't understand how could you not like the way that you look. but if you're sure you want to lose weight, he'll obviously support you in the end, but sometimes he will look at you with puppy eyes hoping that you'll change your mind. mikey is a very active person, so he'll be more than happy to get you to exercise, play sports, or work out with him. and most importantly he'll make sure those will be fun activities used to spend more time together, activities that you'll want to do because he'll make them enjoyable, and not just boring exercises that you’re forced to do. but don't rely on him to help you go on a diet: he'll tell you he wants to start one too for moral support, but ultimately he'll fail and start snacking and eating junk foods again, and he'll be a bad influence for you too lol.

but the most important thing with each of them is: if you get tired, change your mind, or don't get the results you hoped for (because sometimes dieting and being active is not enough), each of them will be there to remind you that you're beautiful just the way you are, that they love you, that in their eyes you're perfect, and that being healthy and pretty doesn't mean being skinny.

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Raph

What he calls you:

Platonically will use ‘bub’, but won’t overuse it. He’ll normally call you by your name or affectionately insulting nicknames in general since he’s used to calling his brothers similar things. Raph will definitely use ‘mini me’ if you get closer to him, he just likes having you look up to him or hearing you take on his lingo. He’s a protective guy as opposed to controlling and highly values your trust in him to be there for you. When it’s romantic he’s using the classic New Yorkian ‘sweetheart’. If he’s looking to tease you, you’re getting called ‘sweet cheeks’. Names like ‘baby’, ‘my heart’ or ‘my love’ are staples too, he’s a classic kind of guy. Don’t fix it if it ain’t broke. If you’re feeling down he’ll be all soft and pull you close with a “c’mere sweetheart.”

What you call him:

‘Red’ is used platonically for sure. It may or may not be an angry birds reference, but he lets it slide. He’s a sucker for the way you say his name. When it’s romantic ‘lovie’, ‘handsome’ and ‘hun’ are go-tos. Raph isn’t just a tough dude, he’s loyal, has deep feelings and loves really hard. Even if you’re on the reserved end, you show your love through your petnames straight up because it gives him assurance; he needs to feel needed. You being affectionate is what gets him all mushy.

Mikey

What he calls you:

Our resident nickname creator. Can and will make up the most random, obnoxious nicknames. You might get off easy with ‘dude’ or ‘bro’ in general, but you could be called anything from ‘honeybun’ and ‘angelface’ to ‘ice cream sandwich’, along with anything else under the sun if he’s close with you. You’ll definitely know if he means it in a romantic sense. When he’s serious however, he’s a big user of ‘pretty’ and the good old ‘baby’. He might be inclined to use sweetheart the way his big brothers do on occasion, but usually avoids it because it sounds too old. If he’s being serious, expect an “I’ve got you pretty, lean on me.”

What you call him:

You 1000% call the tangerine turtle ‘Angel’. Whether you’re romantically close or not, this is definitely a nickname that persists. It’s an affectionate shortening of his name at first, and when you get closer it’s more like a petname. Mikey likes when something is very blatantly for him and only him, since his whole life he’s had to share everything. Your nickname for him is just his, and he loves to hear it. Outside of that, ‘handsome’ will get this guy good. Any and all affection is appreciated a million times over.

Leo

What he calls you:

Leo is not actually that boring. He’s really corny in a caring way, not to mention since he’s the oldest he’s always had the responsibility of looking after others. Platonically, expect him to call you ‘kid’ a few times at the start, especially if he sees you as someone to take care of or he’s losing his composure and lets it slip in exasperation. What he calls you says everything about how he views you. Romantically he’s in the same vein as Raph, big on ‘sweets’ as a shortened form of sweetheart. He also uses ‘hon’ a hell of a lot. Definitely a traditional ‘babe/baby’ kind of guy too, but will occasionally bring out more lovey-dovey nicknames like ‘beautiful’ or ‘gorgeous’ if he’s being a dork and you two are alone. Expect to hear “eyes on me hon” if your focus drifts.

What you call him:

You definitely call this man ‘fearless leader’ or ‘blue’. The names his brothers call him sort of stick and you wind up using them too. As for romantic nicknames, ‘baby’ and ‘honey’ are his usual preference. Leo’s role definitely plays a part in what he likes hearing, so if you respond to something he says with ‘yessir’ he’ll fold.

Donnie

What he calls you:

In a friendly sense Donnie isn’t really one for nicknames. He’ll use your name for the most part until you get closer. He might use ‘sport’ or ‘champ’ sarcastically. When it’s romantic however, he’s the sweetest with it. Donnie is sincere and gentle having been the mediator frequently while growing up, he is so considerate of others. He’s a reliable dude. He uses ‘love’, ‘baby’ and on occasion ‘hon.’ Donnie isn’t a massive ‘darling’ guy, but it’s probably used. He’s also got a couple silly nicknames in the bag. ‘Poptart’ stemmed from the time he searched up terms of endearment. He finds it cute as it reflects his addiction favourite snack (and so are you). While you’re working together he’s attentive so you’ll often hear “you need me love?”

What you call him:

Absolutely call this man Hyperion, at least once. As the tallest of the turtles, it’s only fitting you call him the same name as the tallest recorded tree. ‘Wiseass’ and ‘genius’ are definitely used in anguish at some point too. You make a habit of saying the phrase “tell ‘em ‘Tello” when Donnie says something you agree with. Romantically he adores when you get all soft because he knows you don’t really do it often. ‘Hun’, ‘baby’ and ‘my love’ are all very much appreciated. Over all, Donnie could live purely off the way you say his name. This man is so down bad for how sweet it sounds.

Mikey

The two of you never got along well, for some reason the orange turtle’s excessive energy and insistence that you join in on ridiculous things just irked you. He equally disliked you downing on his fun, finding the way you rolled your eyes at his antics and your sarcastic quips irritating beyond belief; he felt like you were judging him for every little thing he was doing, whether that be eating or playing a game or training.

Mikey is utterly frustrated by your lack of amusement with him. The intensity of your gaze makes him feel perceived, and he hates it. You dislike his disregard for cleanliness on occasion, the messiness he’s prone to pisses you off, especially when you don’t particularly enjoy sitting on crumb covered surfaces. Mikey loathes the way you’re so friendly with his brothers, but seem to have an issue with him and only him. Deep down it’s based on insecurity, he’s afraid of being perceived as creepy or gross and constantly tries to put himself in the ‘harmless’ role; Mikey tries to be the one all about fun and if people dislike him he feels a weird sort of anxiety about it.

Despite trying to disregard it, Mikey is affected by the idea and gets into his head to the point where it amplifies the perceived negative feelings you have towards him. The tension bubbles up and eventually, you’re put in a very charged situation…

Mikey stormed into the room after you, huffing in frustration. You weren’t even listening to him. You took one look at him and dismissed him as beneath you, as though he were something you’d found on the bottom of your shoe and you wanted to throw away the pair.

“Mikey, quit fucking following me. I told you, I don’t need you accusing me of shit.”

“Accusing? Dude, I’m literally trying to have a conversation like a normal person. You’re the one making it hard to.”

“You’re so- no I’m not!” You scoffed at him, crossing your arms and glaring at him with that look he despised so much. Mikey took some steps closer, throwing his arms up to emphasise his irritation and his helplessness. He pointed at you.

“See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You never liked me from the start, you suck the fun out of everything. I’m just trynna chill and you come along and-and- make that face at me. Well. Forgive me if my kinda fun is not to your liking, your highness.” He sarcastically titled you, putting on a mocking accent. You groaned, looking at him with such disdain that he took another step forward to get right in your face and glare back.

“This is what I hate about you. You make everything about the way you see things. A look? Really? I mean, seriously, how the fuck is that a reason to hate me?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing, brah.”

“Shut up. Could you just shut it for a single second? All you do is get in my face and get in my way and make shit up about some sorta look. You’re so annoying. God, I didn’t find you that annoying at first but lately you’ve been driving me up a fucking wall.”

Mikey took another step closer. Both of you were breathing hard. Somewhere in his gaze he looked wounded, like your words had struck a sore spot. You hadn’t hated him at first. Fuck. The way you were looking at him now made him feel heady and stupid and annoyed and sad and suddenly he was kissing you, pushing you up against the wall and caging you in. You were kissing back.

Mikey rolled his hips, the thick stretch of his cock stirring your insides and producing the most obscene squelches. You were on your back on top of his bed, sheets crumpled beneath you. The tension between the two of you had built to a point where it had bypassed angry sex. Mikey was whimpering at the feel of your warm, tight pussy clamping down around the length of his dick, his arms were shaking and he could barely hold himself up on top of you. You were moaning into the crook of his neck. He’d been dribbling precum from his tip before he’d even pushed an inch into you and you could feel the creamy swab of his head hitting deep each time he pushed his hips down. Your pussy was soaking, you’d never known you were capable of getting this wet; the pearly semi-translucent liquid had long since coated the insides of your thighs and smeared onto Mikey’s thighs too. And not just his thighs, you were dripping onto his sheets with each slow thrust, shuddering at the feeling of a thousand nerve endings firing at once. You were certain you couldn’t form words if you tried, twitching and bucking your hips up to meet the way he fucked into you.

“Ah- fuck. Pretty. Look at me, pretty. Please, please look at me.” One of Mikey’s hands slid down to cup your face, looking down to watch the way his cock stretched you out as he sank into you before looking back up to your face with a pleading, helpless expression.

“Mi-key- Ohmygod, I” You were slurring your words, drunk off the delicious way his dick filled you up and made your gummy walls squeeze down to glue him to you.

“You don’t hate me now, right? You’re not- not- mad?” Mikey pressed his forehead to yours, screwing his eyes shut and gasping out a moan as he felt your legs try to wrap around him and keep him close.

“No ‘m not mad. ‘M sorry. I wasn- ohhh fuck, I didn’t mean to.” You had tears at the corner of your eyes, clutching onto him for dear life as you felt the pleasure building up in your lower stomach. Mikey felt the way you tensed and your words brought him to the edge so quickly he felt winded. He increased the pace of his thrusts, pounding into your poor, spasming pussy in desperation. You don’t hate him, you didn’t judge him, he hadn’t done anything wrong. You even felt sad about the way he’d held such a negative view of you, sniffling as he fucked you so messily. You didn’t even care about the messiness, too focused on the way his plastron was brushing against your nipples and the sound of his desperate groans. Without warning Mikey slammed right up into you, the friction breaking the delicate tension that had been building in your lower gut and making your walls clamp down hard as you came. He thrusted once, twice, frantic little convulsions. His cum overflowed, dribbling out around where his flushed base was balls deep and onto the sheets below. Panting and tuckered out, he nuzzled into you and kissed the corners of your eyes. It was safe to say the hate had dispersed a little.

Leo

Leo had been skeptical of you ever since you’d been roped in on one of their missions. It had been an accident, but to him you’d handled it recklessly, choosing to fight instead of run and hide the second they’d been able to cover you. 

In Leo’s eyes everything about you is just wrong, you talk back to him, have attitude for days and seem to want to get on his nerves on purpose. He’d even caught you laughing about how uptight he was with Raph, and you hadn’t even had the courtesy to stop when he’d made his presence known with a more than unimpressed look. You had just smirked, tilting your chin up with a smug, amused sort of expression that drove Leo crazy. You never listen.

You hate the way Leo acted like he had a rod permanently up his ass. He had told you off the very first day you’d met, and you’d felt embarrassed and anxious and that humiliated feeling had stuck with you. You hadn’t even done anything wrong. Leo’s pretentiousness pisses you off. Leo finally gets fed up with your brattiness and decides you need some teaching…

“Fuck- you!” You squealed at the way Leo flicked his tongue and latched onto your clit, the leader in blue had been eating you out for the past thirty minutes. You were gushing, unable to move to squeeze your thighs together with the way his heavy hands pushed your legs apart without effort. Leo pulled away, spit soaking your already soaked pussy. Your wetness had dripped down his chin and it glistened, mocking you with its vulgarity.

“Ah-ah. That’s not how you talk to me. Try again.” Leo dipped his head back down, kitten licking your folds before shoving his tongue in your pulsing cunt. The way he slurped at you, attempting to gouge out your insides with his tongue, forcing your thighs apart and stilling even the idea of movement made you whimper and try to wriggle your hips to get him to fuck you with his mouth. You had tears at the corners of your eyes with how long he’d denied you orgasm, your pride had been thoroughly shattered and you were whining his name.

“Leo, Leo, please! You’re so- so mean. You’re always so mean, I hate’t” You clawed at his hand on your thigh, trying to hold it, to get him to be sweet to you for once, to stop being so fucking stern and apologise. Leo spat into your pussy, licking once more to spread the wetness around. He pulled away when he heard your babbling and the way you sounded so teary, brow furrowed in confusion at your words; not once had Leo heard you sound like that, not once in the last half hour had you cracked like this.

“I’m mean? What happened to all the times you’ve treated me like a joke? I’m trying to be a good leader and you…” Leo blew a thin stream of cool air onto your hot, messy pussy as if to try to soothe the overstimulation you were feeling “…you try to argue with me on everything. You do it on purpose.” Leo sounded a little bitter, but he focused on slowly kissing the wet insides of your thighs. He couldn’t be petty. That was so stupid. He was meant to be the mature one, the one in control and yet bitterness bubbled up uncontrollably. You shivered when he blew at you, tendons in your thighs twitching under Leo’s hold.

“You were- were mean first. You got mad at me for- fuck- no reason.”

Leo pressed a sloppy kiss to your clit, causing your hips to buck up as best they could. He frowned. “I did, huh.” He pushed up, slowly kissing up your lower stomach, up your abdomen, in the valley between your tits. A teardrop had broken and rolled down your cheek, you sniffled and squirmed under his firm hold, needy and overwhelmed. Leo breathed out, feeling a little twist in his stomach and not just from the raging hard on he’d been sporting since he tasted you. His dick was throbbing, he’d dropped the second he pried your legs apart and had been painfully hard as he finger fucked you to get you dripping down his wrist. Leo felt his irritation dissipating at the way you looked so vulnerable, and he knew you weren’t lying with how out of character it was for you to act like this. He reached down to slap his cock against your clit a couple times, groaning lowly at how good it felt. You whimpered. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, kiss your temple and find your hand so he could hold it. “I’m sorry. If you were just- ah- acting out in retaliation I can’t blame you. It’s my duty to look out for everyone. I didn’t mean to hurt you, sweets.” You sniffled, wiggling your hips to try to get him inside already. You pulled him close, eyebrows pinched up wantonly as you pressed your lips to his in an open mouthed, heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue. Leo slid his tip along your folds, wetting himself with your slick and catching his head in your hole a few times; you both simultaneously moaned as Leo’s reddened, swollen tip slipped in. You gasped when he began to push his hips in, grinding your own in little circles to attempt to fit his length in your sopping pussy. He involuntarily thrusted, accidentally pushing himself all the way in and snapping his hips to connect his base to the hot, sticky mess that was dripping at the base of your cunt; you gasped and moaned into him, tears slipping down your cheeks at how good it felt.

“Oooohgod- Leo-“ you scratched at his arm with your free hand. He held your other hand in his own, an innocent gesture compared to the utterly depraved filth going on where your bodies connected. You gripped his hand tight when he began to move. “I’m shooo- fuck! sorry. I’m sorry for being so difficult, I’ll be good. Gon’ be so good.” Leo just whimpered in response to your words, feeling himself prematurely spurt a little. Yeah, all was definitely forgiven.

Raph

Raph is a hothead and a hardass for the most ridiculous of situations, and your rivalry started when you disagreed on how Leo needed to arrange the patrol rotas. In the end your schedule won out and Raph was left fuming over it. In his mind, you’re just an annoying little obstacle, something that needs to be weeded out. He finds any and all reason to argue with you, hating the way you walk and assert your ridiculous opinions and just you in general.

You find his irrational thinking infuriating, you both argue about the smallest of things. You glare at him more often than not and he tries using his height and size to intimidate you, looming over you and getting all up in your face when he’s angry. You especially hate when he does that and flaunts his size and strength in comparison to you, like he’s trying to make you feel small and weak. You both reach boiling point and things get heated…

Raph had been driving you up the wall all day. All week. All month- in fact, he’d been doing so for more than a month and hadn’t let up. He was petty, rage filled and seemed to think you were his outlet. You hated that. So why were you letting him now drive his dick deep into your guts, your face smushed against the pillows and ass up for him to grab onto? You couldn’t even remember how you got here, one minute you’d been yelling at one another and the next Raph had thrown you onto the nearest bed and pushed you into it. Raph was completely lost in the tightness of your pussy, stuffing you full with his stupidly big dick. He was so big inside you that your gooey walls were struggling to squeeze around him, fluttering helplessly to accommodate the sheer size of him. The red turtle had needed to prep you for god knew how long to even get to this point, and you’d been thoroughly fucked out before he’d even swiped his cock against the flooded mess between your legs. You were drooling into the pillow beneath you, helpless little ‘ah, ah’s torn brokenly from your throat every time Raph moved a centimetre. Raph groaned.

“Look at you. Makin’ me- shit, makin’ me have to go easy, sweetheart.” Raph pushed until the base of his cock was flush with the soaking, stretched entrance of your cunt. You let out a choked half-whine, scrabbling to clutch at something, anything that would ground you.

“Raph!“ You were whimpering. “You’re so big. I hate how you jus’ do that. I hachyou.”

Raph slowly pulled out until his tip was the only thing in your hot pussy. He looked down at the creamy ring around the base and the way his shaft was glossy with your wetness and almost came then and there. Cursing, he sloppily fucked back into you.

“You hate me. Yeah, I h-hate you too. Cocky lil’…” His words were cut off by the way your combined fluids dripped down onto the sheets. He slid one of his large, warm palms to your stomach to stabilise you and in the process felt the outline of his dick. He groaned, eyes wide and thighs shaking. “Fuck, you feel that? Me inside you. Not so high ’n mighty now, are we?” Raph’s hips stuttered and he slid his hand further down to rub at your clit as he rolled his hips into you again.

“I’ve got you right here.”

You were convulsing, two thrusts away from cumming on him. Your stomach felt weird, you reached back to clutch at him. He’d been trying to be gentle so as to not hurt your smaller frame but something in your gut was twisting in an unfamiliar way. “Raph, wait, pull out, I wanna- lemme- lemme sit on it. ‘Feels weird like this.”

Raph immediately complied, completely forgetting about any anger he was supposed to feel at the way you said ‘sit on it’. He repositioned so he was leaning against the headboard, large hands almost encircling your waist, thick fingers rubbing circles as you slowly sank down on him with a gasp. You began to grind your hips down the second he filled you to the hilt, tits bouncing as you tried in vain to ride him. He bucked his hips up in tandem, meeting your movements with his own little thrusts and stirring you up. His thumb moved to press to your clit and as he circled it you felt something similar to a dam breaking and a flood of cum. You spasmed, flopping forward on his plastron and squirting hard all over his lower half; you soaked the bed and his dick in the process. Raph fucked up into you the second he felt the gush of your pussy, stuffing you full of his thick, sticky cum immediately. It leaked out from you as you lay twitching atop him, and the two of you panted heavily. “Fuck- I didn’t know I could-“

“Guess you ain’t opposed to how big I am now, huh?” Needless to say with that Raph learned to be less of a brute and you learned to not mind how he used his size.

Donnie

Donnie is the most stubborn fool. He hated you the second you pointed out a flaw in one of his prototypes and took your constructive criticism as just criticism. What did you know about the kind of tech he dealt with? Nothing, and still you’d discovered an issue with his work. Donnie abandoned that project after that since he didn’t have an alternative go-around other than what you’d suggested, and he refused to use your criticism to improve his work.

He feels enormous amounts of disdain towards you after that. You equally hate his pompousness, he’s so condescending towards you without realising it. He throws shade left and right if you step a toe into his territory and you find it so frustrating. Eventually, you both can’t take the way your witty arguments bring up all kinds of pent up feelings…

“Again… just one more time…” Donnie’s glasses were askew and slightly cloudy, he was biting his lip as he looked down at where his cock filled your sloshing cunt. A nasty milky mixture of his and your cum had splattered across your thighs and he was struggling to keep his composure. He fucked into you, pushing your legs up so you were forced into a mating press of sorts. The stretch of his fat head probing your sticky insides was immeasurable, you were whining desperately. One of his tridactyl fingers moved down to your clit, teasingly rubbing in slow circles and building you up. You couldn’t even think, rocking your hips up to try and chase the feeling of him stuffing you.

“Ohmyfuckkk god- Don,” You babbled mindlessly, tensing up at the familiar feeling of your approaching orgasm. Donnie whimpered, groaning and panting in a way that made your pussy clench hard and flood once again. You squealed at the force of his dick hitting the spongy spot deep inside you, attempting to squirm up away from how good it felt, but Donnie wasn’t letting you move. He used his height to his advantage, tugging you down to meet his heavy, desperate thrusts as he rutted into you.

“Don’t- ah- don’t run. Can’t handle it?”

You whimpered, brow furrowing and eyebrows knitting together in frustration and arousal. “S-Shut up! Fuck, you’re so annoying. Self-important-“ you came before you could finish your sentence, convulsing and moaning into his shoulder. Donnie pulled out immediately, trying not to mourn the loss of your warm pussy clenching around him, angling your hips so he could watch your hole flutter around nothing. He watched, fascinated and struggling to not drool at the sight. His cock was twitching. It hit his lower plastron with a wet sound, a string of sticky arousal connecting from his tip to his stomach. You gasped as you came down from the sensations, weakly reaching up to try to grab hold of him; your nails dug into his forearm as your head lolled. Donnie cursed quietly, other hand reaching down to stroke himself with wet schlick sounds that made your face flush. You whined. “Donnie. Just. Fuck me properly.” He just nudged his precum-covered tip against your sensitive folds, mask ties resting on his chest and dropping down over you when he leaned over to get close again.

“You’re always telling me what to do… Shit, you’re so bossy. Think you know hahhh fuck- better than me?” Donnie’s voice cracked as he asked the question. He was gazing at how your pussy oozed when he pushed the head of his cock in. You whimpered, unable to respond with anything other than a shake of your head as Donnie eased himself back into your heat. You locked your legs around his hips; you were adamant on him staying inside this time, you’d had enough of the teasing and torment he’d been subjecting you to for the past hour and could only think about what it’d feel like to have him lose his already far gone composure if he came in you. He’d held himself back the last time and settled for desperately jerking his cum out onto your cunt rather than in it. He’d rambled something vaguely about refractory periods and used his fingers until he could fill you all the way up with him again. “Donnie, wan’ your cum. Please just stop teasing.” You had barely finished your sentence before the tall turtle slammed his hips to yours, thrusting into you with frantic plap-plap-plaps that had you moaning obscenely and clenching around him. You were still sensitive from your last orgasm and his needy thrusts were making your lower stomach tense and relax incredibly quick; you felt like he was trying to push you over the edge again. Donnie could feel the wetness coat him and he groaned as he clutched onto your hips and fucked you deep. He was wider at the base and it stretched you out each time his pelvis came into contact with yours; he bit his lip to keep from whining as he moved one of those huge, warm hands to your tits to pinch at your nipples and get you to buck your hips. You felt the second he started getting close, and tried squeezing him with your walls. Donnie cursed, creaming in you and completely crushing you into the mattress as he did so; he was utterly fucked out of his mind and the aftershocks sent little spasms through his body, he swore he went blind for a second. You had squirted, the overstimulation and feeling of him filling you up had made you leak pearly fluids all over Donnie’s lower stomach. He panted, half smiling and leaning down to kiss your forehead. He was so taking your advice more after this.