Swearwords & Shenanigans

Leo

He’s incredibly respectful about anything remotely sexual, this guy is a stickler for rules and boundaries and doesn’t push anything. He actually doesn’t think much about the sexual side of your relationship because it just doesn’t cross his mind, the way your dynamic comes off is very elderly-couple vibes even from the get go. That’s not to say the leader in blue doesn’t have urges, though. Sometimes he catches himself looking at you and has to force down any and all indecent thoughts that come to the forefront of his mind.

The way you both get to the point of your first time is entirely by accident. Leo wanted it to be perfectly planned out, romantic and scheduled in accordance with your availability, but that went wayyy down the drain when you came over to the lair one evening. His brothers were out on patrol, Splinter was god knew where, he had no responsibilities for once and you were sitting on his bed. How could Leo not kiss you? One thing led to another and you’re both confronted with your first time…

You had both been at it for a while. Hot, open mouthed kisses, the feeling of Leo’s wandering hands, the feel of his thick, muscled thigh pushed up flush against your crotch. He pulled away with his eyes half lidded, searching yours for any sign of discomfort. You were conflicted. The dull throbbing between your legs screamed at you to hurry up and get rid of the panties Leo hadn’t taken off yet, but another, louder voice was telling you to hide and never come out ever again. As long as you could remember the idea of your first time had been absolutely terrifying. It had only become worse with time; the internet, societal expectations and friends of friends’ experiences all contributed to how people viewed sex, and you were, quite frankly, scared. The grainy videos circling through guy’s group chats of unrealistic bodies and exaggerated moaning and really really questionable tropes didn’t help at all. You knew Leo. You knew how sweet he was, how he took care of you and you had no doubt in your mind about trusting him with something like this. However, there was the nagging fear that refused to leave you. You silently cursed humanity for becoming so prudish about nudity and not teaching you about what your first time would actually be like, or what was right or wrong or anything at all. Leo kissed your neck and you shivered, rolling your clothed heat up into his hard dick where it rested against your thigh. Your panties were soaked through, sticking to you and covered in a mixture of Leo’s pre and your own wetness. God, it wasn’t this difficult for nature. Most of it consisted of getting on all fours, fucking for like two minutes and being done with it. You sighed. Leo reached to brush your face.

“Are you… Do you want us to stop? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, sweetheart.” He was breathing heavily, an oddly pained look on his face that told you he was definitely struggling to control himself. You looked down. He’d taken your top off, and your pants, but left your underwear on. The feel of him rock-hard against your clothed pussy was making you squirm.

“I’m okay. Yeah, I’m…”

Leo frowned at the millisecond of hesitation that marked your words. He cupped your face. “Talk to me. I’ll stop right now if you don’t want this, yeah?” He breathed out, leaning his face down closer and moving himself back a little, away from between your legs to give you space.

You shook your head hurriedly, reaching up to touch his plastron. “No, I don’t want you to stop. I’m just… y’know. Nervous.”

“Good nervous or bad nervous?”

“Both? I don’t know.” You exhaled, squeezing your legs together around the thigh he’d moved away to get him to come closer again. “I’m scared,” you whispered, eyelashes casting shadows on your cheeks when you looked down. “I don’t want you to see, but I also really want um-” you burned with embarrassment. Leo understood what you were saying, and he didn’t like the tone of insecurity creeping into your voice. He kissed your forehead.

“Listen to me. Listen, okay?” He kissed your cheek. His cock was throbbing and he swore he could feel the pulse of your pussy just from where his dick rested. “We’re doing this slow. You trust me, right?” You nodded. “You have nothing to be scared of me seeing. I love you. You love me. I was scared about you not being exactly okay with my own situation, I mean- different anatomy- but you made me feel good about it. Let me make you feel good.” Leo’s voice dropped an octave as he spoke. He gently rutted against your clothed cunt once more, getting you to squirm and let slip a wanton moan. His hands trailed down to your panties. He glanced up at you once to make sure you were okay with it, before peeling the thin, sticky, semi-transparent fabric from your slick soaked pussy. He groaned. “Oh. You’re so… such a pretty pussy. Come here. Yeah, come here gorgeous.” Leo was going to fuck all the worry from your mind and then some.

Raph

He’s thought about fucking you before, but is at first too worried about hurting you to actually initiate anything beyond making out. Is likely more insecure than he gives off, that man loves getting you all flustered but has no clue how to deal with the aftermath. Your first time isn’t exactly planned. However, you both do have a lengthy conversation about how it’d work and the prep required in the first place.

Raph is the type to forego internet research, but will very awkwardly ask Donnie what to do because why would he need the internet when he has the equivalent in the form of his brother that doesn’t save search history? He does try to be all casual and hypothetical about it, but Donnie definitely knows why his brother’s suddenly asking about that kinda stuff. The red turtle has come across one or two outrageously explicit videos before, though. He will reassure you a million times over because he gets it. Eventually your first time creeps up on you and he finds himself with his head between your legs…

“Fuck. I can smell you.” Raph’s big hands were on your hips, rubbing little circles on them. It relaxed you a little, but you were still stressed out and were struggling not to shut your thighs in embarrassment. The idea of him so close to your cunt freaked you out and turned you on all at once. You’d been in this position before, but the knowledge that this time was for real was gnawing at your gut. The gooey slick collecting between your legs was only increased by Raph’s small, warm huffs against your panties. The anticipation was killing you, you could feel your thighs trembling and your hands shake as you stared down at Raph’s face between your legs. He was salivating, eyes fixated on where the damp patch in your panties grew bigger.

“Don’t say it like that,” you whined. He chuckled and experimentally licked over where the fabric clung to your pussy. You jerked your hips up, squeezing your thighs together reflexively in humiliation. Raph groaned, prying your thighs apart away from around his head. He noticed your trembling and paused. “Baby. You’re shaking.” You shook your head, keeping your head turned away as your face flushed. Raph slid a hand up to gently hold onto one of your own, moving up enough to kiss your lower stomach. You were so desperate it was making your thoughts fuzzy, but even then the dull prick of anxiety shot through your stomach and made your skin clammy and cold while the temperature between your legs stayed hot. The contrast was making you feel almost feverish.

“Sweetheart. Hey. What’s wrong, hm? It too much? You know I ain’t gonna do anything if it’s too much.”

You clung onto his hand for comfort, taking a few little breaths. “I’m scared. I’ve never done- you know. It’s a lot but in a good way?” The furrow in Raph’s brow relaxed as you clung tight and didn’t flinch away. He was scared of being too much, too big, too overwhelming. The last thing he wanted was to scare you off, but it looked like you were adamant about him staying right where he was. Your mind was at war with itself while your body had the straightforward objective of getting his cock in you. Raph kissed your lower stomach reverently, trailing the kisses down.

“I gotcha. I always gotchu, you know that, right?” You nodded your head and he kissed where your panties started. “Use your words hon.”

“Mhm. Yeah. You have me. You got me.” The affirmation was more for yourself than in response to him, but your breathing slowed and your trembling slowly lessened as Raph squeezed your hand and waited. Raph huffed against your pussy again, licking once when he felt like you were more prepared. You moaned in encouragement and he pulled your sticky panties to the side, groaning lowly as he pushed his thick tongue into your hole and lapped at your wetness. You rolled your hips, still clutching desperately onto his hand as he sloppily ate you out. His other hand’s thumb rubbed against the rim of the tight ring of muscle, before sliding slowly into your pussy with a squelch. He moved his mouth away from your clit with a loud slurp, saliva stringing between your pussy and his lips. You moaned obscenely, just his finger was enough to have you grinding down, already stretched out.

“Don’t you worry. I’m gonna take care of you,” Raph mumbled dazedly into your pussy, replacing his thumb with his index and making a beckoning motion that had your walls twitching and fluttering. His own hard dick slid in a pool of its own pre against the mattress and he grunted, rocking his hips as he stretched you out with his fingers. Raph was going to take care of everything.

Donnie

This guy has looked at every single online forum and alternate source of information possible. He’s a scientist, he’s well acquainted with bodily functions, but in practice it’s a little different. He’s similar to Leo in that he completely forgets about sex as a whole and then it just hits him that you both might do it one day. Is incredibly respectful and tentative with the sexual side of your relationship. However, he’s had all sorts of fantasies about you and has needed to sit with himself and a hard-on in silence more than once after you’ve been down to the lair. He’s the type to wait until you bring it up while being in absolute agony trying to suppress his urges.

Is absolutely resolute on needing to talk to you about it before and go over his own anatomy. He’s slightly scared of being rejected, but you love and trust him and he chills out about it. Your first time starts with the lab… (cause duh)

You were in one of Donnie’s worn shirts, nestled in his lap. You were waiting for him to finish his work and, in the process, had begun to fall asleep with your cheek smushed against his shoulder. Donnie was laser focused on his work, but he had started slowing down when he realised you were falling asleep. He paused his work every thirty minutes or so to kiss your temple and mumble something about being done soon. You huffed and sat back the third time you stirred awake and found yourself still stuck on his lap at his desk. Donnie rubbed your back guiltily.

“Hey, love. Did I wake you?”

You groaned and flopped back into his chest dramatically. You sleepily kissed his neck and Donnie froze, staying utterly still as you irritatedly smooched up his jaw and onto his cheek. “You,” kiss “said,” kiss “you’d,” kiss “be done soon!” Donnie’s expression softened and he found himself grabbing your face so you’d kiss him properly. The two of you melted into one another until Donnie’s other hand left his worktop and rested against your waist. You scooted closer on his lap, hand resting on his plastron and other hand against his shoulder; Donnie made a noise when your chest brushed up to press against his. Ten minutes later you were on your knees staring up at him. Determination filled you; if he wasn’t going to make good on his promises to finish up you were going to encourage him. His large, calloused palm was flush with your cheek, and his glasses were foggy. He was biting his lip. Donnie watched with his breath held in suspense as you nuzzled your face into his crotch, the warm air making him shudder. You tugged at his sweats and he fumbled to help you slide them off. He was panting from the way you kitten-licked his cloaca. God, you were perfect; he’d insisted you didn’t need to do anything for him, that he hadn’t wanted to make you uncomfortable, but you were adamant. He kept his hand on top of your head, petting you and mumbling assurances as you experimentally sucked.

“So good. You’re so good. Just like that. Sweet girl.” His voice cracked when he fully dropped and you felt the slightly slick feeling of his cock resting against your face. He was staring down at you with adoration in his eyes.

“Donnie- ah- Donnie, hold on…” Donnie had you back on his lap. He’d pulled you back up before he had the chance to cum, wanting to return the favour. His eyes were half lidded with lust and he thumbed over your hard nipples as he rocked his cock against you. You were humping his cock needily, the sleepy haze hadn’t yet left you and the pulsing in your pussy as he got you to grind down on his dick dragged you into another kind of haze. His hands were slipping down to palm your hot, achy pussy and you whined. “Donnie, you don’t need to I-” The purple turtle kissed your cheek slowly, glasses bumping against your cheekbone. He panted.

“I can- I’m sorry, I can stop. You want me to stop?” He looked down where the crotch of your panties were covered in a hefty coating of your own slick and his precum and made a low sound you swore sent vibrations up your cunt. His dick was shoved under the soft cotton and flush with your heat, the pretty fabric held his cock to you as you both rubbed against one another.

“No, no, I don’t want you to stop. I… If we keep going I- I don’t wanna disappoint you.” You whispered it reluctantly, as though you’d been thinking about it for a long time. Donnie paused. “Is that what you’re worried about?” You slowly nodded, ducking your head. He cupped your face. “You could never disappoint me. You’re perfect. You’ve done so well learning about me and adjusting to my needs; let me take care of yours. I want to, if you’ll let me. Let me prove how perfect you are.” You shyly nodded, forehead pressed to his.

Mikey

Two words: Dirty minded. I mean, Shell tightening?? This guy is so down bad for you in every single way it’s almost painful. His love is sweet and innocent and as bright as the sun at the start of you guys’ relationship, and you both get comfortable making crappy ‘that’s what she said’ jokes at one another. You can joke about sex, but Mikey is secretly terrified that when it comes to the actual thing he won’t know what to do. Like Raph he has also stumbled across some wild videos and been permanently scarred for life.

He’s made out with you tons of times, the two of you have strayed into dangerous territory more than once and every time Mikey has felt more and more confident about the prospect of a first time. He was scared at first, but now he’s needy on the low. Is incredibly respectful and will wait until you express your want of it, but is bouncing off the walls with need for his pretty girl. Your first time is perfectly set up by one of the tangerine turtle’s date night ideas…

“Aaaand open them!” Mikey took his hands off your eyes and gestured dramatically to the pillow fort he’d constructed. You squealed in excitement, looking up at Mikey and then back at the abundance of pillows and blankets.

“Movie date?” Mikey nodded in response, “Movie date, girl. Please, ah-ah, hold your applause. This way babe.” He led you to the centre of the mass of blankets. There was an assortment of snacks and several drink options set down next to them, condensation beading at their sides and slipping down to form watery rings on the little table Mikey had set everything out on.

The movie was long forgotten halfway in. Mikey was watching you lean into his side. You had a knee hiked up over his thick thigh, he was tracing his three-fingered hand up and down your upper arm. You were restless, feeling a sort of heat creeping up your thighs. Mikey’s every touch felt electric. He was clingy, you knew this, and yet today felt ten times more intimate than it had before. You huffed, lifting your head from where it rested on his shoulder and manoeuvring yourself to sit on his thigh. Mikey’s hands went straight to your hips to steady you.

“Angel. I can’t focus.” You frowned. Mikey gazed up at you where you sat perched on his thigh.

“Whad’you need baby? I can go get you some water? Ooh, ooh, we could totally ditch the movie and look for a game.”

You shook your head in response to both, not quite knowing what you wanted, but knowing that Mikey was the root cause of your restlessness. You leaned down slowly to nudge your nose to his cheek. Mikey’s breath stuttered. “I don’t know. I want you.” You mumbled it in hopes that he wouldn’t hear, but of course he did. His eyes widened, and his hand slowly slid up to your face. “You have me.”

Mikey was grinding you on his thigh. You’d been making out for the better part of an hour, worked up beyond belief and whimpering into each other’s mouths. Mikey’s thick cock had dropped the second he’d felt you humping his thigh. You whined when he squeezed your sensitive tits, pawing at you and flexing his muscular thigh under your pussy to goad you into jerking your hips harder. Mikey felt you struggling and placed a hand on your lower back; he pushed up and pushed you down onto the blankets. He was lost in the softness of your lips, moaning into your mouth and situating himself between your legs. You gasped when he replaced his thigh with his hand and slipped his hand under the fabric of your panties. Your thighs immediately clamped shut around his forearm and you squeaked in surprise. Mikey soothingly rubbed your outer thigh, slipping his hand out from between your legs. “You okay? Did I do something wrong?” You immediately shook your head. Your cheeks heated with embarrassment. “I’m sorry. You haven’t seen uh… down there before ’n I just freaked out for a sec.” Your voice was a whisper; Mikey’s brow furrowed in confusion and sympathy.

“Do you not want me to see?” You ducked your head, nodding once, but responding quickly to reassure him. “It’s not that I don’t want to, ‘m just worried. What if you don’t…” You trailed off, biting your lip anxiously. Mikey kissed your nose to pull you from your thoughts. You broke into a tiny smile.

“Babe. Baby. Love of my life. You’re the prettiest girl in the world. Every bit of you is pretty. Don’t do those ‘what if’s, I’m right here and I’m telling you, nothing about you will ever, ever put me off you, girl.” He kissed between your eyes again, a pure, unfiltered look of love on his face. You exhaled, feeling slightly teary as you pulled him down to kiss you again. Mikey was out to prove he loved every bit of your body.

Leo

very slowly eat chips as loud as possible

bonus points if you’re like right next to his ear

like terrible live action asmr

blow directly in his ear

no response

just keep doing it you’ll wear him down

Slorp your drink

bonus points if you have a straw

repeatedly poke him but like barely touch him

he gets so mad if you keep doing it for long enough

alternatively poke him with the speed of a snail

he can very clearly see you doing it

gives you a look when you’re about to poke him

*pause*

boop

throws his chancla at you

Donnie

blow air at him very lightly

when he looks at you pretend you have no idea what’s wrong

terribly feigned innocence

squeak your chair

type type type type type

sQUEAk

*pause*

type type type type

squUEEEEEAAAAAAk

pointed look

hit random keys while he’s typing

‘Stop-- Y/n-- Y/n stop--’ he laughs

he tries to guard against your hands

relent for just a little bit

give him a false sense of security

shoot your hand in for more harassment

grabs your hand and bites it

Raph

walk your fingers across him while he’s working out

bonus points if you make your fingers do a little dance

annoyed but also amused

make sound effects when he flexes

go silent when he looks at you, feigning innocence

immediately start again when he gets back to what he’s doing

make your hand walk around like a spider he fucking hates it

if he’s on the bench press and you slowly start descending your hand towards his face like a spider he’s like ‘Stop!!! >:,( ’

make eldritch noises for your little hand creature

boop his nose but like try to do it ‘subtly’ aka just very obviously

slowly try to poke his face

if he dodges just chase him

tries to bite your finger

Mikey

this man gives you constant attention it’s like physically impossible for him to not be giving you enough attention

but you both annoy each other as a love language so

here's how you show you love him <3

poke his armpit he’s super ticklish

digs his fingers in your neck

sniff really loudly in his ear he squirms

coughs directly in your ear

drive a toy car on him

of course make the sound effects

bonus points if you stage a small car crash and you voice a small screaming driver

uses you as a ramp for his tech deck

uses your butt as a drum set

go in for a kiss and blow air up his nose he fucking HATES IT

retaliates by blowing air directly into your mouth when you kiss

More Leo?