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tammyu-2 · 4 months ago

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hiiii. can you write hc for the turtles (if you do) for femreader with large breasts, like larger than normal, and has neck, shoulder, back pains, etc. with either rise or 2012 pleaseeee?? feel free to ignore, loves ya<33

Oookey however I won't do Mikey. I hope that's okay with you

2012 TMNT WITH A S/O THAT HAS BIG BOOBS

Some vulgar innuendos, sorta perverted on raphs side, trying to make this kinda pg but not that much, swearing, feminine pronouns

Let's hop right into it!

LEO

When Leonardo first caught had his eye on you he didn't really think much of it. He wasn't really the type to go for those physical attributes and more or less your smile would catch him before your tatas.

I think if he gets to a point where his crush is so bad then he will probably fantasize you with your boobies. Like full on dreaming about holding you as he used your built in pillows while you cuddle watching his favorite action show.

When you two stated dating it's a bit more..noticed. Especially since you often jump around whenever you see him because your excited to see your boyfriend. And since you've grown to ignore your jugs bouncing you barely take note... Leo however prays for forgiveness at even the slightest peak that happens to last longer than 10 minutes.

"Leo my eyes are up here."

Leo calmly looks up at you as if he hadn't felt like he was sinning hard as hell right now

"That is exactly what I'm looking at starlight.."

Whenever you wear boob windowed tops of revealing cleavage outfits it doesn't go unnoticed. He tends to be more clingy with you without trying to. It's just a natural response for him!

However, as much as you were blessed- it also had its flaws. Like the endless amount of back pain, you felt like you were a camel in the dessert carrying a heavy ass man. You tend to complain about it alot and Leo does small things like leaving extra pillows on the couch before you arrive and asking you to lie on your back alot when cuddling him. He makes sure there's heating pads at your disposal and little things like that.

"We all set for movie night?"

"...can I have another pillow-"

Not even waiting for the words to finish falling from your mouth. Leo tucks a fluffy pillow under you.

"Better?"

"Much."

He avoids touching them out of showing respect for you. Even if you say it's fine- this baby boy is NOT doing that. His papa raised a gentleman.

DONNIE

When Donnie first had his eye on you ofcourse he took in everything about you. That includes your girls. I feel like he would be the type to draw overly dramatic anime styled sketches of him saving you with you tatas doubled. When you jump? Honey listen to me.. when you feet touches the ground so does the back of his head...

They jumpscare him. Like he could be not paying attention and you appear out of nowhere and he visibly jumps at the sight of them suddenly entering his peripheral vision.

When you two start dating he is still the way he is. Just toned down. Like he is still overly flustered when they jiggle alot and he is still blushes madly at the mere MENTION of them. But he is controlled a little to a different degree.

If you wear cleavage revealing outfits then you best believe his nose be bleeding every single time. Even if it's the same outfit you wore 3 times in a row. He is GONE. If he ever gets the chance he will sit down and praise then for an hour and a half- summarized.

If you complain about your pain of having constant melons to carry around like a pregnant lady but longer than 9 months. Then our little genius will get to work. He will create gadget and gizmos. He will also leave around body pain medication and heating pads for you. He will also give you snacks thinking that sometimes it might be your menstrual cycle.

"Vuala! I present to you this magnetic gift for you darling!"

"Donnie this is a corset?"

"Not just any corset but the world's first ever comfortable corset. It is embroidered with built in cushioning along with a flat like table to rest your....assests on to. Gently gving you stylish fashion AND giving you comfort that a bra could do but better!"

".... WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU IN THE VICTORIAN ERA-"

Please let him sleep on them... he litrally is on cloud 9- like it's marshmallows but better. He would 100% Hint at it because he's too shy to ask upfront ot he will go full on 2018 Y/N on you.

"C-c-c-c-a-a-"

"Just lie down Donnie.. "

RAPH

We all know where this is going right? It's bright as day. The first that caught him about you were your little friends, thing 1 and thing 2, and he is SHAMELESS. You guys aren't even dating and he is relentless with it.

"I have a secret talent."

"Oh yeah what's that?"

"I can guess any girls bra size all you have to do is just jump"

"I'd rather jump off a bridge."

"Can I record it atleast? We can do it like a topless-"

"RAPH SHUT UP!"

Your taste is questionable. And you two end up dating. Now it gets worse because before it was sorta empty promises. Now there's nothing TO promise cause he knows he can anyway.

He will wrap his arm around you wast and just grab them like stress balls. He will put his face in it after a long day of being a ninja. He will just grab one to feel the warmth of it.

He cat calls you whenever you wear revealing clothing that show of the powerpuffgirls. Like full on construction worker type cat calling. He will get you attention and just stare. Your eyes are up where? No silly they are down here.

Whenever you have pain her doesn't know what to do cause he normally isn't good with being sympathetic. So he asks april bluntly which leaves him with a slap to the face and a scolding on manners. He will get you heating pads and pain meds but that's all. Other than ofcourse-

"Ugh my back is sore.."

"You want me to hold them for you?"

I don't feel comfortable doing Mikey sorry...

Hope you guys enjoyed that I'm going to try post 2 more but here is some food for yall. Once I finish Monkie Kid I will add that onto my masterlist and you guys will now have the option of request cookierun kingdom!

Okay baiiiii

~Tammy<3

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chaoticspeedrun · 7 months ago

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Your Anastasia AU fic is AMAZING!

Oh, and I just checked my stats when I reached the end:

Leonardo: 7 Donatello: 33 Raphael: 3 Michelangelo: 1 Casey Jr: 5

Oh, wow. It's like I'm obsessed with Donnie or something... In my head, I can totally see Donnie being all smug while Leo pouts in the corner, because I basically devoted all of my time, attention, and undivided adoration to Donnie.

I do love me some Leo sometimes though~ ;)

Your stats with him are a wonderful point of reference, SO THAT I KNOW HOW MANY POINTS PEOPLE CAN STILL LOSE-

Teehee, it's wonderful how many people love Anastasia! Donnie, so sweet, makes what will happen worse💖 but also- he was added later and now he is everyone's favorite, would you look at that.

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stellaspectral · 13 days ago

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Bay!Turts Find Out You’re Pregnant

💚 Bayverse Turtles/AFAB Reader 💚

A/N: I thought it was time I start posting some headcanons outside of requests. So for this, I’ll be writing mini-scenarios for each turtle. Enjoy! 😊

CWs: Mostly fluff, pregnancy, pregnancy reveal scenarios/announcements, medical content (drawing blood, needles, discussion of biology), and anxiety/fear. All characters are aged-up.

LEO

Normally, the quiet of the dojo brings comfort. But today, it feels like a heavy weight pressing in on you. Leo kneels in the center of the room, back straight, eyes closed in meditation. You hold the small plastic stick in your hand, the two pink lines on it an undeniable truth.

You take a deep, shaky breath. “Leo?”

His eyes snap open, instantly alert. He doesn’t move from his position, but his entire focus is on you. You can see the concern etching lines around his eyes as he takes in your pale face and trembling hands. “What is it? Are you hurt?”

You shake your head, unable to form the words. You simply walk forward and kneel in front of him, placing the positive pregnancy test on the mat between you. He looks down at it—and for a long, terrifying moment, he is perfectly still.

His face is an unreadable mask of stone. Your heart plummets. You fear you’ve broken something, that this is a complication he can’t strategize his way out of, a burden he doesn’t want. Then, he lifts his gaze from the test to your face.

His expression softens, the hard lines melting away to reveal a profound awe mixed with a flicker of fear. Not fear of you, or of the baby, but fear for you both.

“Are you … are you okay?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper.

You nod, a tear finally escaping and tracing a path down your cheek.

Carefully, Leo reaches out to gently cup your jaw, using his thumb to brush the tear away. He closes his eyes for a second, as if centering himself against a wave of overwhelming emotion. He opens them again, his eyes filled with fierce, unwavering resolve.

Then he pulls you into his arms, holding you securely against him. He holds you as if you are the most precious, fragile thing in the world. And to him, you are. “I will keep you safe,” he murmurs into your hair. “Both of you. I swear it.”

He finally pulls back, though his hands remain on your shoulders, grounding you, his leader-mind already working. “First,” he says, his voice steady, “we need to tell Splinter. He needs to know.” He looks you in the eye, seeking your agreement. When you nod, a fraction of tension leaves his body. “Then, my brothers. We’re a team. They need to be part of this. They’ll help protect you.”

He leads you from the dojo, his hand never leaving the small of your back. It’s a subtle but constant reminder: I am here. I am with you.

As you walk towards Splinter’s room, he speaks in a low tone, already forming plans. “Donnie will need to monitor your health. I’ll have him set up a medical station. We’ll need to reinforce the lair’s security. We’ll need more supplies. Also, a safe room, just in case …”

He stops before the door to his father’s room and turns to you, cupping your face in his hands. “I know this is a lot,” he says, his gaze searching yours. “But you are not in this alone. You will never be alone again. This baby … this family … it’s my new mission. My most important one.”

He takes your hand, his grip firm and reassuring, and leads you to Splinter’s room. Your future father-in-law sits on a meditation mat with a cup of steaming tea in front of him. He opens his eyes, his gaze knowing and kind, as if he were already expecting you.

“My son,” he greets.

Leo bows his head respectfully. “Master Splinter,” he begins, his voice formal. “We’ve come to you with news of great importance. Our family … is about to grow.”

He looks at you. You step forward, your heart pounding, as Leo places a steadying hand on your shoulder. Splinter’s whiskers twitch. He looks from his son’s face to yours, a slow smile spreading across his features.

“Ah,” he says, the single word conveying acceptance and deep, paternal joy. “This is wonderful news. A new branch on our family tree.” He gestures for you to sit. “You have brought great happiness to this house. And you, Leonardo,” he says, turning to his son, “have found a purpose beyond that of a warrior. You are going to be a father. It is a title that carries more weight than any weapon.”

Later, Leo calls a formal meeting in the dojo. Raph, Donnie, and Mikey file in. You stand beside him, his arm securely around you.

“Our mission parameters have changed,” Leo starts, his voice leaving no room for jokes. “Our top priority, above all else, is the safety of our family.” He places his hand on your stomach. “We’re going to have a child.”

The reaction is a wave of stunned silence, followed by a chorus of overlapping questions and exclamations. Leo holds up a hand, calling for order.

“Donnie, I want you running full-time medical surveillance. You are in charge of their health. Raph, you and I will re-evaluate security. Mikey … you’re on morale.” He looks at each of his brothers. “This is not a game. This is our future. We protect it together.”

In the weeks that follow, the lair subtly transforms. Your life becomes a carefully managed operation. Leo tries not to crowd you, but his presence is constant and watchful.

One evening, you find him in the living room, not watching TV, but surrounded by a stack of books: What to Expect When You’re Expecting, The Partner’s Guide to Pregnancy, Holistic Nutrition for Fetal Development.

He looks up as you enter. “Good timing,” he says, his tone serious, as if beginning a mission briefing. “I’ve cross-referenced three sources. Starting tomorrow, we’re increasing your intake of folic acid and iron. I’ve made a list. Donnie approved it.” He slides it across the table.

You smile, picking it up. “You don’t have to do all this, Leo.”

“Yes, I do,” he replies, his blue eyes unwavering. “This is my responsibility now.” He closes the book he was reading, gets up, and comes over to you. He gently places a hand on your stomach, his thumb stroking back and forth.

“I can’t fight this for you,” he says, his voice low and laced with a vulnerability he rarely shows. “I can’t take the discomfort or the risks. All I can do is prepare. All I can do is be ready for anything.” He leans down and presses his forehead against yours. “So let me. Please. Let me do what I’m good at, so you can do what only you can.”

The first time you get morning sickness, Leo is there in an instant.

You’re kneeling in front of the toilet, and you feel his large, cool hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles. He doesn’t say a word, just holds your hair back and waits with you until the wave passes. When you’re done, he hands you a damp cloth for your face and a glass of water.

“Donnie said ginger can help,” he says. “I’ll go get some.”

Later, you find him in the dojo.

But he’s not training. Instead, he’s sitting on the floor, painstakingly attempting to knit with a pair of thick needles and bright blue yarn. He’s clumsy with the delicate task, and he fumbles the stitches repeatedly, a frown of intense concentration on his face.

You lean against the doorframe, watching him. “What are you doing?” you ask softly.

He looks up, a bit startled. “It’s … for the baby,” he admits, holding up the misshapen lump of yarn. “I read that creating something for them helps with paternal bonding. I thought … a blanket.” He looks down at the tangled mess in his hands with a sigh of frustration. “It’s more difficult than wielding dual katanas.”

You walk over and sit beside him. You take the needles from his hands and show him how to loop the yarn, guiding his larger fingers with your own. He watches, focusing intently on your impromptu lesson.

Leo is not just a leader or a warrior. He is a man preparing to build a family—one awkward and perfectly loving stitch at a time.

RAPH

Raph is working out his aggression, his massive shoulders and arms slick with sweat as he pummels the worn leather of his punching bag. You stand by the doorway, the test clutched in your fist. You’ve been trying to find the right words for an hour, but there are none.

“Raph,” you say, your voice coming out meeker than you intended.

He grunts in response, not stopping his assault on the bag. “What’s up?”

“Can you … stop for a second?”

With a last punch, he stills. He turns to you, panting, and wipes his brow with the back of his wrist. “I’m kinda busy right now. What do you need?” His tone is gruff, impatient, and your courage almost fails you.

So, before you lose your nerve, you open your hand and show him the test.

He squints, his eyes trying to make out the object. Stepping closer, his gaze falls on the two pink lines. He freezes, his whole body going rigid. A storm brews behind his green eyes: confusion, shock, and something that looks like anger.

“You’re kidding me,” he growls. He turns away from you, running a hand over his head. “How? How could we be so stupid?”

His words are a punch to the gut. But you know him; his anger is often a shield for his fear. He paces for a moment, then slams his fist into the wall beside him. Then, he leans his forehead against it, shaking slightly.

“Raph,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “It’s not … you’re not mad at me, are you?”

He turns around slowly, and the anger is gone—and in its place there is a raw terror. His eyes are wide and glossy with unshed tears. In two long strides, he’s in front of you, dropping to his knees. He gently, hesitantly, places his hand on your stomach.

“Mad at you? No,” he chokes out, his voice thick with emotion. He rests his head against your abdomen, a shudder wracking his body. “I’m terrified. How am I supposed to protect a kid in this world? How am I supposed to be a dad?” He looks up at you, his tough-guy facade completely shattered. “I’m gonna screw it up.”

You run your fingers over his head, your own tears falling. “No, you won’t.”

He shakes his head, then a new look crosses his face: determination. The fear is still there, but it’s now forged into a protective fire. He gets to his feet, pulling you into a hug.

“No one,” he says, his voice a fierce vow against your ear. “No one is ever going to hurt you. Or this baby. Ever.”

He finally pulls you away from his plastron, holding you at arm’s length. His eyes, still wide with a mix of fear and wonder, scan you from head to toe as if checking for injuries.

“You okay? You need to sit down?” he asks. Before you can answer, he’s guiding you over to an old armchair he keeps in the corner. “Don’t lift anything heavy,” he instructs, pointing a thick finger at you. “Don’t even lift anything medium. Or light. Just … let me get things for you.”

He paces again. He looks around, his eyes landing seemingly on every object, as if he’s assessing each individual threat level. “We gotta baby-proof the whole damn lair.”

He kneels in front of you again, placing his hand gently on your knee. He looks so big and powerful, yet so vulnerable. “I don’t know the first thing about being a dad,” he admits, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I’m probably gonna be terrible at it. But I swear, I will break anyone or anything that even thinks about hurting you.”

Leaning forward, he rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. He stays on his knees for another moment before pushing himself to his feet, a man possessed by a new, singular focus. He looks around his room and now sees only a deathtrap.

“This ain’t gonna work,” he grumbles, stalking over to his dresser. He starts sweeping things into a box with loud crashing sounds. “Too many sharp edges.”

“Raph, it’s okay,” you say, standing up. “The baby isn’t coming tomorrow.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he growls, not looking at you. “Gotta start now.” He’s not angry anymore; he’s channeling his fear into protective action.

The loud noise draws his brothers’ attention. Leo appears in the doorway, frowning. “Raph, what are you doing?”

Raph looks at him, his face set in a mask of determination. “Stay back. You’re tracking sewer filth all over the place.”

“What are you talking about?” Donnie asks, peering around Leo.

Raph gestures with his head toward you. “They’re pregnant. And none of you clumsy morons are getting near them until I’ve sanitized this whole sewer.”

Leo’s eyes widen in understanding as Donnie’s jaw drops. Mikey, peeking from the back, lets out a gasp of delight. Raph ignores them all, turning his attention back to cleaning up his room.

“And you,” he says, pointing at you again, his voice suddenly softer. “Go sit on the couch. Where it’s soft.”

Raph has taken his ‘baby-proofing’ mission to an extreme.

Soft foam padding is zip-tied to every sharp corner of every table in the lair. A bright yellow safety gate—clearly stolen from a construction site—now blocks the entrance to the dojo. Any object smaller than a pizza box has been deemed a ‘choking hazard’ and secured in a locked footlocker.

“Seriously, dude? You padded the remote?” Mikey complains, holding up the foam-covered device.

“It’s got sharp corners!” Raph barks back, not looking up from what he’s occupied with in the kitchen. It’s a disaster. He’s trying to make you and the baby a nutrient-rich smoothie. But the blender’s powerful setting could pulverize concrete, and questionably colored sludge is splattered across the kitchen wall.

He gives up with a frustrated growl, shoving a bowl of dry cereal at you instead. “Here. It’s safe.”

Later that night, when the lair is quiet, he finds you on the couch. He sits on the floor beside you, not saying a word. After a long moment, he hesitantly leans over and rests his head against your stomach.

“What are you doing, Raph?” you ask.

“Listenin’,” he mumbles into your shirt. “Just … checkin’ on the little guy. Or gal. Makin’ sure everything’s okay in there.” He stays like that for a long time, listening for a heartbeat he knows he can’t hear yet, guarding the most fragile thing he has ever loved.

Your first real craving hits you like a freight train at two in the morning.

You wake up with a desperate, all-consuming need for pickles and strawberry ice cream. You pad into the kitchen to find Raph asleep in the armchair he’s dragged into the living room. The creaking fridge door wakes him instantly, despite your trying to be quiet.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his eyes snapping open. “You hurt?”

“No,” you mumble, embarrassed. “I just … really need pickles.”

He stares at you for a second, then he’s on his feet. “Pickles. Got it.”

He rummages through the fridge and produces a jar. Then he watches as you scoop a huge spoonful of ice cream into a bowl. Before he can say a word, you drop three pickle spears right on top of it. His face scrunches up in disgust.

“You’re … gonna eat that?”

You take a huge bite, and a wave of pure bliss washes over you. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” you say with your mouth full.

Raph watches you, his expression a mixture of revulsion and utter fascination. He shakes his head, but a crooked smile spreads across his face. “You’re weird,” he says, his voice full of affection.

He sits across from you at the table, just watching you eat your monstrous creation. He doesn’t understand it, not even a little bit. But you needed it.

And for Raph right now, that’s all that matters.

DONNIE

You find Donnie exactly where you expect him to be: in his lab. He’s muttering to himself as he’s soldering some new device he’s come up with for the team for missions, his custom-made goggles down while he works.

“Donnie?”

“Hm? One second. This has been giving me some anomalous readings on recent tests, and I need to make sure it’s ready for …” He trails off as he turns and sees the look on your face. He immediately puts the iron down. “What’s wrong? You’re exhibiting signs of acute emotional distress. Heart rate elevated, pupils dilated … are you ill?”

You offer a weak smile. “Something like that.” You walk over and place the pregnancy test on his workbench.

He picks it up, his analytical gaze scanning the object. “A home pregnancy test. It’s indicating a positive result.” He looks from the test to you, a frown of concentration on his face. “Fascinating. The statistical probability of successful inter-species conception between a human and a—”

“Donnie,” you cut him off gently. “It’s real.”

He pushes his goggles up to his forehead. “Data requires verification,” he says, but his voice is a little shaky as he gestures to one of his chairs. “If you’ll permit me? A simple blood test will confirm the presence of human chorionic gonadotropin.”

You sit, allowing him to draw a small vial of blood. He moves with practiced ease, but you notice a slight tremor in his hands. He puts the sample into his centrifuge, his eyes glued to the monitor as lines of data scroll past. Then, a graph appears on the main screen with a bright, clear spike.

Confirmation.

Donnie stares at it, his mouth agape. The brilliant scientist is gone, replaced by a wide-eyed turtle completely overwhelmed by the reality of the data he cannot deny. Still, an uncontainable smile spreads across his face. And it’s the happiest you have ever seen him.

“It’s … it’s true,” he breathes, looking at you with pure wonder. “It’s a biological miracle! The genetic implications are astounding! We’ll have to monitor your health constantly. I can build a nursery with a self-regulating atmosphere! And a mobile that projects the constellations! And I’ll need to develop hypoallergenic diaper cream!”

He’s rambling, grabbing a tablet and already sketching out plans, his initial shock transforming into joyous, frantic preparation. Then he looks at you, his eyes shining. “We’re having a baby. Scientifically, this is the most amazing thing that has ever happened.”

His joyful rambling doesn’t stop; it snowballs.

He pulls you over to his main console, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. “Look, look!” he says, pointing to a screen filled with complex biological diagrams. “Based on your hormonal levels, you’re approximately six weeks along. The embryo is developing its primary neural pathways! It’s … perfect.”

He says the word ‘perfect’ with a kind of reverence you’ve only ever heard him use for a perfectly executed thermodynamic cycle or an impeccably synthesized chemical compound. He brings up another window, already titled ‘Project Progeny: Developmental Plan.’ It’s a color-coded timeline with projected milestones, nutritional requirements, and even a list of potential educational stimuli.

“I can synthesize a prenatal vitamin with a 100% bioavailability rating,” he continues, typing furiously with one hand. “We’ll need to do regular ultrasounds. I can modify my medical scanner to produce holographic 4D images that will allow us to watch the baby grow in real time!”

The sheer joy radiating from him is almost overwhelming.

He stops typing and turns to you, his excitement softening. He gently takes your hand and places it on the monitor, over a glowing diagram of something no bigger than a poppy seed. “Our baby,” he says, his voice thick with emotion as he covers your hand with his own. “Our beautiful, impossible, statistically miraculous baby.”

Drawn by the commotion, his brothers arrive.

“Donnie, what broke now?” Raph asks, walking in with Leo and Mikey behind him.

“On the contrary!” Donnie exclaims with a grin so wide it looks almost manic. “Gentlemen, observe!”

With a flourish, he projects the holographic 4D image into the center of the room. A tiny, glowing, tadpole-like shape floats in the air, a minuscule light pulsing within it.

“What is that, a space blob?” Mikey asks, poking a finger through the hologram.

“That,” Donnie says, his voice brimming with pride as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, “is my child.”

His brothers stand in dumbfounded silence. Raph squints at the image, then at you, his expression unreadable. Mikey’s jaw hangs open.

Leo takes a step forward, his leader-facade melting away into astonishment. “Donnie … is this real?”

“The data is unequivocal!” Donnie beams. He pulls up the ‘Project Progeny’ timeline on another screen. “According to my projections, the gestational period should be approximately forty weeks, though inter-species variables may apply. I’ve already outlined a complete nutritional regimen. For instance, pizza will now require a topping of steamed, iron-rich spinach and a strict reduction in high-sodium pepperoni.”

Mikey lets out a horrified gasp. “No pepperoni? Dude, that’s child abuse!”

Donnie just smiles, his focus entirely on you. He gently places his hand over yours on your stomach, his scientific mind completely captivated by the one miracle he could never have invented. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure everything is perfect.”

Your life is now governed by data.

The first thing Donnie did was craft a sleek silver bracelet for you to wear. It’s not jewelry; it’s a non-invasive biometric monitoring device. It tracks your heart rate, blood pressure, sleep cycles, and nutritional intake, feeding a constant stream of information to his main server.

You find him in his lab, staring intently at a series of brightly colored charts on his monitor. “Excellent!” he declares as you approach. “Your blood oxygen levels are optimal, and your caloric absorption is up by 12.3% since we implemented the new dietary protocols.”

He sounds more like a proud scientist than a partner, but then he turns his chair to face you, and his expression softens. The inventor recedes, and the loving father-to-be takes his place.

“I know this is a lot,” he says, gesturing to the screens of data that represent you. “The monitoring, the supplements, the constant questions. It’s just … my mind needs problems to solve. And this is the most wonderful, complex, beautiful problem I have ever encountered.”

He wheels his chair closer and gently takes your hand, his thumb stroking the bracelet he made. “But I know this isn’t just data.” He places his other hand on your stomach, his touch reverent. “This is a person. Our person.” He looks up at you, his intelligent hazel eyes full of profound love. “And I want to ensure both of you are safe and well.”

You’re in the lab, watching Donnie calibrate a new sensor. He’s explaining the intricacies of it when you suddenly feel it: a tiny, unmistakable flutter deep inside you. You gasp and press your hand to your abdomen.

Donnie stops mid-sentence. “What is it? My readings are all stable.”

“No, it isn’t me,” you say, your eyes wide with wonder. “The baby. I think … I think they just moved.”

His composure shatters. His eyes go wide, and he scrambles out of his chair, nearly tripping over his own feet. He kneels in front of you, his hands hovering over your stomach, afraid to touch. “For real? The first instance of fetal quickening?” His voice is a breathless mix of clinical terminology and awe.

“Put your hand here,” you say, guiding his hand to the spot.

You both wait in silence, barely breathing, his intense gaze fixed on your stomach. For a long minute, there’s nothing. Then, you both feel it: a tiny, distinct tap against his palm.

Donnie lets out a choked sound. He looks up at you, his eyes shining with tears. “Hello,” he whispers to your stomach, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m your father.” He rests his forehead against you, his glasses pressing into your shirt. “And I already think you are the most brilliant discovery in the history of the world.”

MIKEY

In the lair’s living room, Mikey is button-mashing his way through a fighting game. You sit beside him, a small gift-wrapped box in your lap. Your heart thunders against your ribs as you wait for him to finish his match.

He whoops as ‘PLAYER 1 WINS’ flashes across the screen, and he looks at you, grinning. “Did you see that finishing move?!”

“It was amazing, Mikey,” you say, smiling. “I, uh, have something for you.”

His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning. “For me? Awesome!” He takes the box from you and rips the wrapping paper off with zero patience, tossing it aside. He lifts the lid and pulls out the contents: a single, tiny baby bootie, small enough to fit on his finger.

He stares at it with a look of complete confusion on his face before slipping it onto his thumb. “Aww, it’s like a little sock for my thumb! Is this a new kind of controller cozy? It’s super cute, but what’s it for?”

You take a deep breath. “Read the card at the bottom of the box.”

He fumbles for the small card and reads it aloud. “‘Get ready for a player three, dude.’” He looks from the card to the bootie on his thumb, then to your face, his brow furrowing. The cogs are turning. Slowly. Then his eyes widen to the size of dinner plates.

“Wait. A … a player three?” he whispers, his voice filled with disbelief.

You nod, biting your lip to keep from crying. To your relief, his face breaks out into the biggest, most joyful smile you have ever witnessed.

A loud, ecstatic “WHOA!” erupts from him. In one fluid movement, he scoops you up off the couch, spinning you around in a hug that lifts you off your feet before he remembers to be gentle and sets you down carefully.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” he shouts, his voice echoing through the lair. Tears are streaming down his face, mixing with his laughter. “A baby! Our baby! DUDE! This is the best thing ever! We’re gonna have a kid! I’m gonna teach them how to skateboard and make the perfect pizza, and we’ll have a family game night every night!”

He drops to his knees in front of you and presses his ear to your stomach. “Hello in there! It’s your dad! Get ready for the most fun you’re ever gonna have!” He looks up at you, his face a perfect picture of pure happiness and love. “We’re gonna be a family.”

He doesn’t let go of you, instead keeping you in a gentle, warm hug as he beams down at your stomach. “A baby! A real-life baby!” He laughs, a joyful sound that bounces off the walls. Suddenly, he lets go, his eyes wide with a new sense of urgency. “We gotta tell everyone!”

Before you can even protest or suggest a calmer approach, he’s on his feet. “LEO! RAPH! DONNIE! GET IN HERE! IT’S AN EMERGENCY! A SUPER-AWESOME, NON-DANGEROUS EMERGENCY!”

You hear the telltale sounds of his brothers scrambling, expecting an attack.

Leo slides into the room first, katanas drawn. Raph is right behind him, sais in hand, followed by Donnie, holding a wrench like a weapon. They freeze when they see you, safe on the couch, while Mikey is bouncing on the balls of his feet like he’s about to explode.

“What is it, Mikey? Are we under attack?” Leo demands, scanning the room.

Mikey just points at you, his grin wider than you’ve ever seen it. “Even better! We’re having a baby!”

There’s a beat of stunned silence. Leo’s swords lower slightly. Raph’s jaw goes slack while Donnie drops his wrench with a loud clatter.

Mikey runs back to your side, dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around your legs in a hug. He looks up at you, his bright blue eyes shining with happy tears. “I’m gonna be a dad,” he whispers, as if just now truly understanding the words. “I’m gonna be the funnest dad in the universe.”

Raph breaks the stunned silence in the room. “You knocked them up?!” he blurts out, half-accusatory, half-impressed.

Mikey rises to his feet. “Isn’t it the best news ever?!” He looks at his brothers, expecting them to join his celebration.

Leo sheathes his swords, the tension draining out of him, replaced by a slow smile. “Mikey … congratulations.”

Donnie is already in motion, grabbing a scanner from his belt. “Fascinating. I’ll need to run a full diagnostic.”

Mikey waves him off. “Later! Now is for celebrating!” He turns to you, his excitement a tangible force in the room. “We gotta think of names! What about Casey if it’s a boy? Or April if it’s a girl? Ooh! Or what about—”

He rambles off a bunch of names, then grabs his boombox and turns it on. He dances around the living room, pulling you up to join him, though his movements are now much gentler and more careful. He spins you softly, his hands holding yours as if they were made of glass.

He stops dancing and pulls you into another hug, resting his chin on your head. His brothers watch, their initial shock eventually giving way to shared happiness.

“I’m gonna build the coolest crib,” he whispers into your hair, his voice suddenly serious beneath the fun. “And I’ll be there for you. For everything. I promise.” He pulls back, his eyes sparkling with love and laughter. “Our little one is gonna have the best life. I’ll make sure of it.”

Since the initial news, Mikey’s excitement has not dimmed.

In fact, he’s found several creative outlets. The corner of the living room that was once a chaotic pile of video games and comic books is now officially the ‘Baby Zone.’ He has started on a mural, the base coat a cheerful, sunny yellow. He’s already sketched out a design featuring four turtle tots learning to skateboard on a rainbow.

He insists on sharing everything with his future child. When he eats a slice of pizza, he holds it near your belly first. “You gotta get used to the good stuff early!” When he watches his favorite cartoons, he turns up the volume so “the baby can hear the theme song.”

This afternoon, he’s sitting with his legs crossed, holding a pair of headphones to your stomach. The muffled, energetic beat of his favorite band leaks out.

“Mikey, are you sure that’s good for them?” you ask with a laugh.

“Totally!” he says with absolute certainty. “It’s about rhythm! And energy!” He removes the headphones and grins, tapping your stomach gently with his finger. “You hear that? That’s your dad’s favorite band. You’re gonna love ‘em.”

He looks up at you, and for a moment, the playful joking fades from his eyes, replaced by a surprising seriousness. “I wanna be their first friend,” he says quietly.He leans forward and talks to your belly again, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. “But seriously, get ready for fun. Your dad’s got it all planned out.”

Later, Mikey is reading to the baby. He’s sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, holding a colorful comic book up to your belly. He’s doing all the voices, his tone rising and falling dramatically with the action on the page.

“… and then, with a mighty KABOOM, the hero saved the city! The end!” he finishes. He sets the book down and pats your stomach gently. “Wasn’t that awesome? That’s what we do. We’re the good guys.”

He leans his head against you, getting comfortable. “You know,” he says, his voice quieter now, more thoughtful. “My brothers … Your uncles. They’re all gonna teach you cool stuff. Leo will teach you how to be a leader. Donnie will teach you how to be a genius. Raph will teach you how to be strong.” He pauses, and for a moment, a flicker of insecurity crosses his face.

“Me? I’m gonna teach you how to be happy,” he says softly. “I’ll teach you how to laugh when things are scary, and how to find the fun in everything. I’ll teach you it’s okay to be silly and dance and do whatever your heart wants.”

He looks up at you, his eyes earnest and full of a love so pure it takes your breath away.

“That’s my job. I’m gonna be the fun dad.” He grins, his usual sunny confidence returning. “And we’re gonna be the best team ever. You, me, and our little half-shell hero.”

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tmntfixationxreader · 1 year ago

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Y/n: Would you love me if I was a beach ball?

Donnie: We both know how I feel about beach balls... So no.

*****

Y/n hours later: *sighs loudly*

Mikey: What's wrong, Y/n?

Y/n: Donnie says he doesn't love me...

Donnie, yelling from his laboratory: AS A BEACH BALL!!

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fishsticksloser · 7 months ago

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Hi! You know that comic of the girl who's putting on lipstick, and she's like, "It's been half an hour, and we still can't find a kiss proof lipstick! This experiment must be boring you!" And the guy is whipped. What about the rise boys with an s/o doing that? (Love all your fics they are so well written :)

Lipstick Stains

RotTMNT, Casey, & Liam x gn!reader

Warnings: oc x reader, kissing, whipped boys

A/N: First of all.... Thank you so much! Second, I... I have you in a chokehold(affectionately) now because of this. Sorry that some of them are shorter than others

Casey

He is not sure how he got here

He blinks up at you, confused and dazed

No one has ever kissed him so much

Casey doesn't complain

Hell... he doesn't say anything really

He leans into your kisses though, pressing himself closer

His face is littered with kisses

Not to mention his hands

He smiles a soft, dazed smile when you approach with another color on your lips

His lips are definitely a smear of many different colors as he kisses you properly after every lipstick

Casey hums into every proper kiss, a bit kiss drunk by now

Donnie

This was not his idea of an experiment

You had complained that your lipstick wasn't kiss proof so he was going to make you some that was

But first, obviously, you guys had to go through every single one of your lipsticks so he could get an idea of the color you wanted and the texture

He had a paper you were supposed to be kissing, not him

Did he complain?

Did he stop you?

No.

Donnie just sat there, a kind of dazed look in his eyes as you applied another

His face was scattered with kisses

They went onto his neck

His shoulders

His plastron

His shell

Donnie was so out of it, he could barely respond when you asked if he was okay

Leo

It was definitely not his idea

Not at all

This is obviously a lie

Every time you walk towards him, a new lipstick painting your lips, he sits up more

Slightly leaning forward in preparation for your kisses

Leo is practically purring like a cat as your lips press against his skin

He moved when you tried to kiss him with certain colors

His eye stripes covered with darker lipstick verses the rest of him

His tail wags happily, closing his eyes and churring loudly

Leo was so happy

So content

Absolutely covered in lipstick stains

He does retaliate though

Grabbing lipstick to kiss you all over as well

Liam

Also completely confused as to how he got here

What did he do?

Why is he covered in lipstick?

Liam doesn't necessarily mind it

But the feeling of lipstick on his skin is not an overly pleasant feeling

He can't help the giddy feeling he gets when you smile as you approach with a new lipstick on

It may not be a pleasant feeling, but you look so happy

Liam can't say no, letting you press more kisses to his face

He feel particularly excited when he feels your lips on his facial scar

It makes him want to grab you and show you the same affection

Mikey

It was his idea!

He saw all the art people had made by kissing canvases

He really wanted to try it

And who were you to deny this sweetheart?

You were testing out which ones to use for the piece

Having a blank canvas hung up for you to swatch them on it

Still...

The canvas remained empty

Instead you stood in front of Mikey, looking over the colors on him

Mikey blinks up at you, grinning yet slightly dazed

Who was he to deny these lovely kisses?

He definitely won't complain

He loves kisses

Mikey is excited for every single one

Raph

All he remembers is you mentioned that your lipstick wasn't kiss proof

Now he's sitting on his bed, dazed and wide eyed

Covered in lipstick stains

If you didn't know he wasn't a statue, you'd have thought he wasn't breathing

In fact, you could even hear the sharp breaths he took in when your lips pressed against his skin

Raph's face was covered, even his mask had some stains

The stains trailed all over, down his neck, over his shoulders, his shell, plastron

He really couldn't tell where you hadn't kissed

Was he basking?

Was he too scared to move?

A bit of all the above

Raph didn't want to ruin your fun and he was enjoying all the smooches you'd left on him

He definitely won't complain if you leave more

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mindless-existence1 · 8 months ago

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Leo NNN

Leonardo Hamato x Reader NNN (no nut november)

How long Leo lasts NNN. 1,433 words!

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"I don't think you can last thr whole month." With mock offense Leo gasps loudly and puts a hand to his chest. "I can't believe my own partner would have such little faith in me." Your side eye makes the masked turtle scoff.

"Lets make a bet, if I can last the whole month you have to do whatever I say for a day and if I lose then I'll do whatever you say for a day." "Alright, deal."

There were a lot of times Leo almost failed, but the urge to win your little competition over powered the need to come. About halfway through the month though, it all came crashing down.

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"How's it going?" Leo can hear Raph's muffled voice through your phone. The two of you were tasked with a stakeout in the turtle tank. Leo chose to take it as an opportunity to have basically a date night with you, the night was put on pause when Raph called you to check in.

You and his brother talked for another few minutes before Leo heard you say you goodbyes and you hung up the phone. "What'd Raph say?" Leo looks down ans asks, you were drapped across his lap. The two of you were in the middle of a video before Raph interrupted.

"Just told us to stay focused and all that. Though I doubt we'll see the foot in a place like this." Leo just nods his head in agreement. A mischievous glint catches you eye that Leo notices. "You know babe there is something we could be doing to pass the free time.

Leo let's you situate yourself on him in a way that you are straddling his thighs and facing him. One of you arms is laying on his shoulder, wrapped around his neck. Your other hand mindlessly rubbed his plastron. "Yeah? And what's that?" Leo's voice wavers eveer so slightly in response.

Leaning in closer, your faces mere inches apart Leo gulps. "I think you know." Your sultry voice makes his face flush red (dark green??). Leo hesitates but pushes your shoulders back gently. "Y/n no you are not making me those this. But nice try."

You roll your eyes. "Oh common we don't even have to do anything like that, I didn't even have to say anything before your mind went there though. You desperate Leon?" You tease, Leo just gulps in embarrassment. Your hand drifts lower towards Leo's tail.

A shaky hands reaches out to stop you, "Babe you're not playing fair." Leo's voice warbbles in response. "Fine if you really don't want to I won't force it." And just like that your back to how you were laying before and begin to play your video.

A few minutes past before you notice how Leo is shifting beneath you. "Something wrong?" Your mocking voice makes Leo groan. "You're so mean you know that?" You chuckle, "I don't know what you mean Leon. Care to share?"

Your boyfriend takes a minute to respond. "What's the date?" Slightly taken aback you grab your phone ans check the date. "The 17th." A disgruntled groan rips through Leo's throat, a hand goes up to his face and covers his eyes.

After a minutes of silent contemplation Leo takes the hand not on his face and grabs yours, bringing you into a kiss. The atmosphere turns heavy the longer you kiss. It's sloppy at best, parting ways just to pant into eachothers mouths and going back to eachother for more.

When Leo pulls away fully his eyes are trained on your puffy lips, his thumb mindlessly rubbing your bottom lip. "I made it over halfway, that's got to count for something. Right?" His shaky voice is desperate at best. This makes you smirk, leaning back in to capture his lips, only pulling away respond. "Whatever you go to tell yourself baby."

Your hand slowly drifts down towards his tail as the two of you continue to make out. This time Leo doesn't stop you. When you reach the scaly muscle the terrapin flinches slightly. Your nimble fingers find the slick slit quickly. The tips of your fingers dip into the tight space easily.

"Someones desperate." Leo's face flushes, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Your boyfriend grumbles something against your shoulder you do catch. He's quickly cut off when your fingers slip in deeper into him.

It doesn't take much for Leo to start moaning, after half a month of hardly any touching he's turned sensitive. The deeper your fingers go the more desperate he sounds. Soon enough you feel something brush against the tips of your fingers. "You going to drop already?"

All Leo can do is nod, mumbling something about you not playing fair. Your fingers retreat, only to be followed by Leo's cock slipping out of his cloaca. The release of pressure makes a whine tear through Leo's throat. Your boyfriend mumbles curses under his breath from the intense feeling.

You rub your fingers up and down the muscle gently, slowly building up to fully jerking him off. Leo mumbles incoherent nonsense that you don't catch. "Look so pretty like this, all fucked out when we haven't even started." The praise brings a blush to Leo's face, simultaneously making his hips thrust into your hand desperately.

Your free hand goes to Leo's cheek, you bring his face to yours. Leo quickly takes the hint and beings kissing you deeply. The moans spilling from the terrapins mouth are soaked up by your mouth. It doesn't take long for Leo to struggle to kiss you back. He pants against your lips more than he kisses back.

"Fuck- y/n stop." You freeze for a second before quickly pulling your hand away from him. You try to stop touching him entirely, hoping to not overwhelm him. Your confusion only grows when Leo latches onto you. "Leon? You ok?" Hesitantly you try to find out what's wrong.

It takes a minute for Leo's breathing to even out enough for him to breath properly. "I was about to come," his voice laced in embarrassment, "I'm not losing that easy." You sigh in relief, it quickly turns into a chuckle. "You had me worried Leon."

Your hands gently rub shapes on his thighs mindlessly. You don't miss how his hips thrust upward at the contact. You also notice how he is still completely hard. Precum drips onto the cold floor, your hand slowly goes back to his weeping length.

Leo chokes on a whimper, his hands tightly girp your arms leaving indents on your skin. "Y/n-" He cuts himself off with a breathy whine. His voice seems to be up an octave from the pleasure. "Just let yourself enjoy it babe, you've made it so far you deserve a reward."

The praise goes to Leo's head immediately, he can't deny the fact he needs to come any longer. Finally letting go and giving you the reigns, he gives up trying to deny the pleasure. A mantra of pleas fall from his lips uncontrollably.

"Common pretty boy, let me make you feel good." That's all it takes for him to let out a sob, he comes in your hand. His body shakes from the intensity making him grab onto you desperately. You move your now sticky hand on his spent cock to help him through the shocks of pleasure.

As he comes down from his high you gently take your hand away from him, his dick now retracting into his shivering tail. Leo's body goes limp against yours, the only sound in the vehicle that can be heard is Leo's heavy panting.

You looks down to see the mess the two of you made in the Turtle Tank. The atmosphere reads of sex and Leo's come is on the floor around the two of you. Your boyfriend looks up at you in confusion when he hears your loud laugh. "Donnies going to kill us." Is all you can say in-between laughter.

Clarity washes over Leo's face. "Oh shit." He looks down to see his drying come litter the floor. "You think we can clean all this up before he notices?" You ask already knowing the answer. "Even if we do he'll know. He always does somehow."

After a few minutes of cleaning up with napkins you found in some box a loud crash grabs your attention. The two of you peer out the front window only to be met with foot clan members breaking into the warehouse. "Well damn that's a suprise."

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mrabubu · 10 months ago

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this ask took some time to make, but, yeah

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aureliestarlight · 18 days ago

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caught on fire ༉‧₊˚.

leo presses his lips against yours, his breathing becoming more and more heavy as he wraps his hands around your waist. the medicine pantry was dark, yes, but it was also empty.

out of the eyes of a hundred other campers, is where you found both you and your lover spoiling the organized shelves of bandaids and other medical supplies.

you could feel the room get hotter, closing your eyes in a hum as the passion sparks between the two of you. and that may not be the only thing causing sparks.

leo’s hands ignite in tiny flames, sending you in a startled frenzy, and jumping in your spot, ending the kiss abruptly and annoyingly unfinished.

“oh, — oh— hades, (nickname), i’m so sorry mi cielo,” he begins to apologize in a panic. rubbing the spots where he’d set in a tiny blaze, before he kisses them. “i got excited,” he smiles childishly at you as he lifts his head back to face you.

this sends you in a booming laugh, your head thrown back as you cackle. “i can tell,” you tilt your head, making him stare at you in endearment just before the door shoots open.

“(nickname), what in olympus name, is it so hard to find the owl bandaids?” will stands by the doorframe, the pool of sunlight pouring in the pantry.

you hide leo beside you, his back pinned against the wall so the blondie wouldn’t be able to see him, your palm pressed around his lips so he wouldn’t make a sound.

“sorry! i wasn’t sure if you said owl or cow, bandaids.” you give a stiff laugh, making leo smile under your hand. will rolls his eyes affectionately, and tries to pry inside. “i’ll find them then—“

“no!” you cry, will widens his eyes at your outburst. and then you give another stiff laugh, “i got it, i promise.” you raises your free hand in the air. the blonde shakes his head, noticing the fresh burn marks on the sides of your stomach.

then will smiles. “okay, okay, no more than five minutes,” he turns his heel and as soon as you mentally congratulate yourself for getting will away from finding your boyfriend,

“tell leo i said hi,” he waves, his chuckles escaping his lips lowly, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes as he walked away.

you feel the flush in your stomach. then to your face. “damn it, will!”

“does this mean we can keep going?” leo asks, taking your hand from his lips and kissing the palm of it. “ay, leo.” you smile, shaking your head in amusement.

format is heavily inspired by lovely prue (@/xoxochb) 🤍

#gia’s writing ✧‧₊˚#gia adores leo ❤️‍🔥#leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez blurb #leo valdez x you #leo hoo #leo x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez fanfic #hoo x reader #pjo x you #pjo x reader #leo pjo

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willsimpforanyone · 9 months ago

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can I request Leo Valdez smut?

he starts getting handsy at a party with a hyperfem reader in a short skirt and they go at it in a bathroom.

-🐿️

i can definitely do that for u, this one got away from me and i think u can tell i mostly read smut lmao

have u declared urself squirrel anon? or is that just what u use lmao

content: no mention of protection (be smart y'all), coming inside, mirror sex ig?, orgasm denial (just once, fem recieving), exhibitionism if u squint, she/her pronouns for reader

For the tenth time, I push Leo's hand out from under the hem of my skirt. I lace my fingers with his, keeping his hand still under the guise of being affectionate as I continue the conversation I'm in the middle of.

Of course, with one avenue shut down, my ever-creative boyfriend finds a new tactic; his other hand.

His fingers sneak around my waist, fingertips just tracing over the hem of my crop top, nails catching lightly at the pale pink fabric. I don't even need to look at him to know he's barely suppressing a smirk.

"Keep your hands under control," I whisper to him once the conversation has moved away from me. "I don't want to spend the night adjusting my clothes from your groping."

Leo stifles a laugh, head turning to nose at my cheek. "Then don't adjust them, let me see more of you." His hand on my waist slips upward, fingertips barely brushing the side of my chest.

"I'm gonna kill you," I hiss, but a smile keeps pulling traitorously at my lips. His hand in mine squeezes at my fingers, inching our joined hands over my thigh.

His voice is soft and a little raspy, hot against my ear. "Fine, but can I fuck you first?"

I sputter a shocked laugh, whipping my head around to see the tempting glint in his eyes, paired with the teasing smirk on his lips. Raising an eyebrow in disblief, I dart my eyes over the rest of the room full of people.

"...are you being serious?"

It's as if something lights up in him, sitting up straighter and tightening his hold on me just a little. "I wasn't, but I am now!" He grins, teeth biting at his lower lip. "Can I? Holy shit, can I actually fuck you right now?"

That's too many things said way too loud for my dignity, and I smack a hand over his mouth to stem the flow of excitement. "If you shut the fuck up, maybe."

Leo nods earnestly behind my hand, eyes wide with anticipation. He pulls my hand away to give it a kiss on my knuckles. "I'll never talk again."

"...sounds highly unlikely," I laugh, standing up and smoothing down my skirt.

The speed at which Leo navigates through the party to an empty bathroom is suspicious, almost as if he'd planned it, or was maybe so needy he'd kept an eye on which rooms were empty. The minute the door shuts and locks with a click, his hands are on me, lips pressed hotly against mine. My back gets pushed against the door and I gasp, Leo taking advantage of my surprise to deepen the kiss and lick into my mouth.

He tastes of whatever dumb cocktail he'd made us earlier, declaring himself a professional mixologist because he was good at measurements. My eyes flutter closed, hands running up his chest and into his hair, drawing a soft moan from him.

"So pretty," he breathes, words pressed between kisses, his hands tugging and fisting my clothes like he can't quite decided what to do with them. "Can't believe I let you go to this party without ruining you first."

"Let me?" I tease, pretending to be offended and half-heartedly pushing him away with a hand on his chest. Leo whines at the disconnection of our lips.

"You know what I mean," he murmurs, pressing me harder against the door and working his hands under my crop top. "Wear whatever the fuck you want, but it's gonna make me go insane."

I laugh, cutting myself off with a soft, short moan as he gets two handfuls of my chest, squeezing and groping as he pants against my lips. With a swift movement, he shoves my top up under my arms, revealing the dark pink bra, the tiny gemstone in the centre glinting in the bathroom light.

"Fucking hell, baby-" He almost whimpers, eyes fixed on the swell of my tits under the pretty garment. "You want me dead, is that it?"

Just to really drive it home, I lean in so my lips are pressed against his ear. "You like it? I was worried you'd be able to see it through my clothes, but I guess not, luckily my skirt is just long enough to hide the matching underwear."

I briefly worry for his knees as Leo falls to the floor, and I giggle as he drags my skirt unceremoniously down my legs. As promised, the matching dark pink panties are on display, gemstone on the front and all.

One of Leo's hands goes to my thigh, and his other hand guides one of mine to his shoulder. "Hold on, pretty girl."

Before I can get another word out, his mouth is on me, tongue licking a broad stroke over my underwear. My hand fists the shoulder of his shirt, a loud gasp pulled from my lips as he buries his head between my thighs. His free hand yanks the thin, damp fabric out the way, holding it as he laps at my pussy with an almost feverish intensity.

My stomach swoops deliciously as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, head falling forward and hips bucking against his mouth. His brown eyes meet mine as he looks up from below me, and I can see the delight and desire in his eyes as he sees me cover my mouth when he slips a finger inside me.

His tongue circles and strokes at my bundle of nerves, long finger pushing in and out of my hole and curling at the perfect spot to get my legs trembling. The familiar knot in my gut tightens further and further, my walls spasming around Leo's fingers as he slips another one inside me.

"B-Baby, 'm gonna come-" I pant behind my hand, gazing down at him desperately. "Gonna m-make me come, fuck-"

He pulls his fingers out, tongue slipping back in his mouth with a dirty grin. "No, not yet."

"What?" My jaw drops, frustration taking the place of the pleasurable tension in my stomach. "Come on, I was so close!"

"I know." Leo shrugs, before standing up and grabbing my waist to bend me over the bathroom counter. His hand tangles in my hair, the other yanking my panties down my thighs to my knees as he stands behind me. "You're gonna come on my cock."

I moan at his voice, the words so matter-of-fact, like there were no other options; either I was gonna come on his dick, or not at all. Skirt discarded on the floor and underwear out the way, Leo undoes his pants with one hand, shoving them down along with his underwear. The way he sighs in relief as he wraps a hand around himself makes a shiver run up my spine, biting my lip as I watch his reflection throw its head back.

"You're so fucking pretty, you know that?" he murmurs, looking down and nudging his tip between my legs, moaning lowly at the way my arousal coats the head of his dick. "How do I even function when you're so gorgeous in your cute little tops and tiny fuckin' skirts?"

I don't know if I'm supposed to reply, but I can't when he presses into me, both of us moaning in unison. He doesn't look away as my pussy swallows his cock inch by inch, his hands gripping tight to my hips.

"I lasted two hours," he pants, groaning low in his throat as his hips meet mine, sinking as deep as he can into my cunt. "Two hours needing to be in this pretty little pussy, I think that's pretty good considering my distinct lack of impulse control."

My eyes roll back as he suddenly snaps his hips, a sharp moan falling from my lips. "T-Two hours? We've only been here- shit!- an hour and a half?"

"Yeah, well," Leo laughs breathlessly, beginning to build up a rhythm, letting go of my hips to brace himself against the bathroom counter as he fucks me into it. "Wanted you before we even left the house, the second I saw you looking like this-" He punctuates his sentence with a particularly harsh thrust, a yelp catching in my throat as I scramble for purchase against the surface of the counter. "-and now I can't decide whether to take you home or f-fill you up with my come and make you go back to the party."

A rush of heat pulses through me and I clench around him involuntarily, gasping unsteadily, dizzy at the image he conjured up in my mind. I feel him laughing lowly against my back, his nose burying into the crook of my neck.

"Dirty fuckin' girl, you got tighter," he teases, hips getting faster, snapping his cock into me over and over, a hand reaching down to find my clit. "Is that what you want? Want me to pull your cute pink panties up and hold my load inside you, trying not to ruin your skirt?"

His middle finger gathers the wetness from my folds and smears it over my clit, making smooth circling motions that send electricity through my body. "F-Fuck, yes, don't stop," I whimper, catching his eye in the mirror and moaning brokenly at his dark, mischievious smirk. "I'm gonna c-come, want you to come inside me, L-Leo, please, baby, wanna h-have your come!"

Leo swears several times in Spanish, hot and fast against my ear as his hips stutter against mine. "That's it, pretty girl, come around my dick, wanna feel it, come for me and I'll fill you up, okay?"

I nod frantically, and it only takes a few more seconds of his finger playing with my clit before I feel that knot in my gut break, pulled too tight as I spasm between him and the bathroom counter. My whole body trembles, and Leo sinks his teeth lightly into my shoulder. "Feels so good, h-holy shit, did so good for me, there we go..."

He lets out a gutteral groan against my skin, his hips stuttering to a stop as he pulses inside me, thick come painting my insides. His arms wrap around me, nosing against my neck as he rocks his hips a little, panting hard.

After a few moments, the aftershocks settling, Leo eases himself out of me, shushing my soft whines with kisses pressed to my shoulder and neck. His fingers move to my hole, gently pushing against it to stop his come from spilling out too much as his free hand carefully pulls my panties back up my legs.

"My beautiful girl," he murmurs, voice thick with affection as he adjusts the fabric to make sure it's comfortable, kneeling for a moment to press a gentle kiss to my pussy over the panties. He helps me off the counter, arms around me as he litters kisses over my cheeks and nose until I giggle. "There it is, that's my favourite sound."

"Cheesy," I whisper, tone stupidly loving as I grin up at him, arms slinging around his neck. "Are we really gonna go back out there and pretend nothing happened while I ruin my underwear?"

A pause, and he shrugs. "I'll buy you more."

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i hope u enjoyed, this kind of got away from me but i'm not mad about it

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mbruben-stein · 5 months ago

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Hellooo! I was wondering if you would be open to writing a 2012 leo x fem reader? The scenario would be him getting jealous of someone (maybe one of the brothers or casey etc.) talking with reader too much? They arnt dating though, so his jealousy is confusing until he explains that it's bc of his love for her. That's just a general idea of it - you can do whatever you feel motivated to write!! Ty I love ur work!! 💕

Jealousy

~Leo x fem reader.~

You laughed as Casey finished telling you an amusing story about his latest hockey match. The two of you were hanging out in the lair, sitting on the couch and chatting while the turtles trained with Master Splinter.

"Man Casey, only you could score a goal and take out two opponents at the same time by 'accident'," you teased, making air quotes.

"What can I say, I've got mad skills," Casey bragged jokingly, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "Seriously though, you should come watch me play sometime. I'll dedicate all my goals to you."

"Sure, I'd like that," you agreed with a smile. Casey was like a brother to you and you enjoyed spending time with him, even if he could be a bit of a goofball.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Leo pause in the middle of a kata, his eyes narrowing as he glanced over at you and Casey. There was an unreadable expression on his face before he quickly resumed training. Strange, you thought. Leo had been acting a bit off lately, becoming withdrawn whenever you hung out with Casey or one of his brothers. You wondered if something was bothering him.

As if on cue, Leo finished training and headed over to where you and Casey were sitting. "Hey guys, what's up?" he asked, trying to sound casual but you could hear a slight edge to his voice.

"Not much, just swapping stories," you replied. "Casey was inviting me to watch one of his games."

"Oh. Well don't let me interrupt," Leo said tersely. He crossed his arms. "Seems like you two have been hanging out a lot lately."

You furrowed your brow in confusion at Leo's tone. "Um, I guess? Casey's my friend. Is there a problem with that?"

"No, no problem," Leo responded, not quite meeting your eyes. "Anyway, I've got some things to take care of. See you around." With that, he turned and strode out of the room.

"Geez, what's eatin' him?" Casey wondered. "He's acting weirder than usual."

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out," you declared, getting up to follow after the blue-masked turtle. This moodiness was very unlike Leo and you were determined to get to the bottom of it.

You found Leo in the dojo, angrily thwacking away at the practice dummy. He didn't acknowledge your presence, just kept pummeling the dummy with increasing intensity.

"Leo? Is everything okay?" you asked hesitantly, approaching him.

"Everything's fine," he grunted, not pausing his assault.

You sighed. "Come on Leo, talk to me. You've been acting strange lately, especially whenever I'm around Casey or your brothers. What's going on?"

At the mention of Casey's name, Leo delivered a particularly vicious punch that nearly knocked the dummy's head off. He stood there breathing heavily for a moment before finally turning to face you.

"You want to know what's going on? I'll tell you," he said, an uncharacteristic harshness in his voice. "I don't like how much time you've been spending with them, especially Casey. You're always laughing and joking around with him."

You stared at Leo, taken aback. "I don't understand. Casey and the others are my friends. Why should it matter how much I hang out with them? And why single out Casey?"

Leo let out a frustrated noise, running a hand over his face. When he looked at you again, the hardness was gone, replaced by vulnerability.

"Because I'm jealous, okay?" he admitted quietly. "I'm jealous of how easy it is for them to make you smile and laugh. I'm jealous that you seek them out to spend time with. And I'm especially jealous of Casey because..." He swallowed hard. "Because I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time."

Your eyes widened and your heart began to race at his confession. "Leo..."

"I know. It's stupid," he said, looking away in embarrassment. "I mean, I'm a mutant turtle. How could I ever think you would feel the same way? You deserve a normal life, with a normal guy..."

"Leo, stop," you interrupted, stepping closer and placing a hand on his arm. He glanced back at you in surprise. "I don't want normal. I want you."

"You do?" he asked, hardly daring to believe it.

You nodded, smiling softly. "I love you too, Leo. I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner. I guess I was a little oblivious to why you were acting so weird around me lately."

The hopeful smile that spread across Leo's face was quite possibly the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. Slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted, he reached out and cupped your cheek with his large hand.

"Is this really happening?" he murmured, gazing into your eyes intently. "I keep thinking I must be dreaming."

"If it is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up," you whispered back.

Needing no further encouragement, Leo closed the remaining distance and captured your lips with his in a searing kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut as you looped your arms around his neck, pressing yourself closer to his solid body. His hands dropped to your waist, pulling you flush against him.

The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in his embrace. All of the pent-up longing and desire you both had been repressing came pouring out. Your hands roamed over the hard planes of his shoulders and shell, marveling at the strength you felt there. His own hands slid under the hem of your shirt, his calloused fingers leaving trails of fire on your skin.

You nipped playfully at Leo's bottom lip, eliciting a low churr from deep in his chest. Your tongue darted out to soothe the bite and he eagerly granted you access, your tongues tangling together. You were both panting when you eventually broke apart for air.

"Wow..." you breathed, resting your forehead against his. "That was..."

"Incredible," Leo finished, a blissful smile on his face. "I love you so much, Y/N."

"I love you too, Leonardo," you murmured, saying his full name. "My fearless leader."

He chuckled at the nickname before sobering. "I'm sorry for acting like such a jealous idiot before. I should have just talked to you instead of letting it fester."

"I'm sorry too, for not picking up on the signals," you replied. "But I'm glad it all worked out in the end. And Leo? You have nothing to be jealous about. You're the only one for me."

Joy and adoration shone in Leo's blue eyes and he wrapped you up in a tight hug. You nestled your head in the crook of his neck, savoring his closeness.

"Aw yeah, got it!" a voice suddenly cheered, startling you both. You whipped around to see Mikey grinning triumphantly, holding up his T-phone which was clearly recording. Raph and Donnie were right behind him, smirking.

"Mikey!" Leo scolded, flushing. "What the heck?"

"Dude, we've been waiting forever for you two to finally get together! This is totally going in the family scrapbook," Mikey declared.

"Ugh, now they're going to be even more disgustingly cute together," Raph fake gagged, but you could see the genuine happiness underneath his gruff exterior.

"As long as they keep the PDA to a minimum while I'm working in the lab, I fully support this," Donnie added, winking at you.

You buried your burning face in Leo's shoulder as the brothers continued teasing you good-naturedly. Leo wrapped an arm around you protectively.

"Alright, show's over, give them some privacy," another voice cut in. Casey strolled in with April close behind, both grinning ear to ear.

"Congrats you crazy kids, we're really happy for you," April said warmly.

"Thanks guys," you said, giving them a grateful smile. You glanced at Leo. "But would you mind clearing out for a bit? I'd like to have my boyfriend to myself for a while."

"Boyfriend, huh? I like the sound of that," Leo murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"As you wish. Try to keep it PG though!" Casey called cheekily over his shoulder as the group made their way out, leaving you and Leo alone once more.

Leo turned you in his arms so you were facing each other. "Now, where were we?" he purred, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You smirked, draping your arms over his shoulders. "I believe you were just about to kiss me senseless."

"Hmm, so I was."

And he proceeded to do just that, all thoughts of jealousy long forgotten. All that mattered was that you were finally his, and he was yours. Nothing could ever come between your love.

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tammyu-2 · 4 months ago

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Can we get the rottmnt boys (separate) being proposed to by S/o? (They say yes) S/o was acting distant for a while, working late, but was really getting them a ring to fit their huge fingers lol

Ooo this is sorta creative

ROTTMNT MARRIED TO THEIR S/O BUT THEIR S/O STARTS ACTING DISTANT

Swearing, no pronouns used, not proofread, flufffff

Let's get into it yar

LEO

Leo is a very over dramatic jump to conclusions type bf so the mere SECOND your distant for 12 hours he will think you hate him.

Now let's go back a bit. Back when you and Leo first started dating you were going through a rough patch and Leo always knew how to cheer you up in your darkest days. He always gave you the attention you though you didn't deserve and he lifted your spirit as a person. You felt forever indebted to him the way he treats you like his princess. And you've loved him ever since.

With Leo your life got fixed and it felt way more better and freeing (minus the acasional kidnapping from a villian but that's like every 2 weeks now). You has more energy and you genuinely felt happier with Leo as your boyfriend. Therefore you decided after a year or more you wanted to officially tie the note. With Leo.

Never thought I'd see that day coming

But you were nervous. I mean Leo is the type to not even be bound to labels and what if he feels like marriage isn't meant for him?? I mean it's a big step of commitment and no offense on him but the only thing he ever committed on in like (or than your relationship) was the tela Novela he has been watching since he was a baby.

But you pushed aside your doubts and decided to go for it. However due to him being a turtle mutant obviously it would be hard to find a ring that will fit or a jewelry shop that won't question. So you started skipping you hangouts with him on the account of your searching far and wide.

Leo was DISTRAUGHT! I mean the love of his life, his soul, his trust, his sun and his vida had betrayed him by canceling on him MORE THAN ONCE! I mean just say you hate him.

So one day, when you had finally gotten the ring but decided to wait till you had a plan on how you were gonna ask him, he decided he would confront you.

So you when to visit him and his brothers and went into his room only to be greeted by a pointed finger.

"YOU!"

"...me?"

"Do you hate me or something!?"

"Leon what the hell are you talking about."

"Your cheating on me! Who is it huh!? HUH!?"

"No??"

"Oh you must of fallen out of love with me!?-"

"Babe get to the point please."

"You have been neglecting me. Running off to go do whatever and blowing me off!! And not to mention you have been typing non stop on your laptop when I'm over for your stupid 'research project' WELL I DONT BUY IT WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!?"

"Leo..oh my dear Leon I can't tell you."

"Then I don't know why are we doing this."

"...are you crying? Oh my gosh babe no it's okay-"

"YOU DONT CARE ABOUT MEE"

I could continue but let's be honest it will go on for half an hour so let's just skip this hit because Leo has always been suck a drama queen.

"Okay can you step back a bit"

"What will that do-"

"JUST. do it please."

He steps back as you take a breath before kneeling down on one knee. Leo is utterly confused by now. Then you pull out a beautiful ring and suddenly he is dreaming cause there is no way your doing this right?

"Leon you have brought sunshine to my darkest days and you've stayed when I felt my world had left me. You sat by my side and made sure that even when I thought it was impossible you made me feel joy. There is no better person that I would love asking this to. Leonardo Hamato will you marry me?"

"Are you actually doing this is this actually happening!?"

"It's very real babe."

"Oh my gosh fuck yes!! I'd love to marry you!!!!"

After a very very tight hug and a tender kiss you two laugh at how stupid Leo had been. He couldn't believe that you actually asked him to marry you before he could mostly. But in the end he was just glad you hadn't actually cheated on him.

DONNIE

This is Dontron we are talking about HOW can you possibly keep a secret from him at all. He can hack into anything including your search history or track your phone to see where you go if it's really really important. HOW could you possibly pull this off? Easy. Ask a friend in a sound proof room with no electronics in it.

So you had done just that. Your friend being the kind and generous soul they were decided to help you. So every So often they would come back to you will research they had gathered on rings and sizes and stuff. And you almost got busted one time by him.

"Why were you measuring me in the middle of the night during out sleep over last Tuesday? Specially at 3:45."

"I had a hubba Bubba gum string and wanted to see how many I can wrap around you to make you a giant bubble gum mummy."

"You know you could have just asked me to calculate that instead of just doing it at 3am?"

"Whats the fun in that?"

Not only did you lie out your ass but you made it damn good realistic ish. And he believed it. Mostly because he was half playing a game on his phone but you still managed to get past the Donnie lie detectors.

But ofcourse since he is a mutant with strange hands it was getting harder and harder to find a ring for him. So you had to meet up with your friend more than preferred. And enough that Donnie notices.

First thing he does? Detective research. He searches at where you go to and finds out You've been going your friends house alot more than normal. Especially since you two only ever talk in your friends sound proof studio room. So he can't hear shit because his sound proof breaker had been borrowed and broken by Leo the other week so he was left up to his genius imagination.

So once you got the ring you visited him very veery happy because you wanted to get the lies out of the way immediately knowing Donnie would find out in a matter of time.

"Heyyy Dontron."

"Greetings my not so lovely s/o"

"What do you mean 'not-so-lovely'"

"You don't think I know your hiding something from me?"

Oh your fucked. Your screwed.

"Okay Donnie before you gon on your normal tangent I have something for you that will explain everything!"

"SIGH. Go on.."

You cleared your through and got down and one knee and pushed forward the ring you had bought for him.

"I know your not one for big boring speeches and I also know you like to cut to the chase of things so I'm just gonna say it. Donetello Hamato will you Marry me?"

"Okay."

"YIPPEEEE"

RAPH

You see raph is clueless when it comes to things so hiding a secret proposal from him was pretty easy. You know what wasn't easy? Finding a fitting ring for his big mutated turtle finger. It was HARD. Anything that was close to the side was sold out for inappropriate use. And the rest were WAY out of your price range so you were running a bit low on chance.

So you decided on one however you had no money for it so he took the initiative to bust your ass till you finally got enough for it. You worked day in and day out, taking longer shifts, you did some side gigs and did weekend jobs. You were working and working on the clock that you accidentally forgot your darling boyfriend Raph.

He had been noticing you had been not really cold but more exhausted and closed off. You seem to be tired and you barely ever have time for him which hurts alot if he's honest. Your always busy even in the late hours for work but he knows for a fact that you never work that late. So he began to get paranoid. Especially since he wanted to surprise you with something special he knew you would have liked.

So after weeks of miscommunication and work you finally had enough and more for the ring for Raph. So you decided to treat him to a rooftop picnic as an apology. He accepted it ofcourse and you two just sat on a random apartment building just star gazing and eating pizza. That's when you released his arm from your shoulder and stepped back making him look at you in confusion.

You step back and get on one knee bringing his ring from behind your back.

"Raph I have a very imp-"

"WAIT! Before you do there something you should know."

He shyly pulls out a gorgeous ring for you. Oh my god he was going to propose to you aswell.

"Oh raph...you shouldn't have."

"Uh Raph has been planing this for a while but everytime Raph gets a bit nervous."

"I'm sure you have nothing to worry about now because I guess we both accept. So Raph will you marry me?"

"Only if you would marry me"

"I do"

"I do too"

MIKEY

This poor baby boy is easy to hid things from. Like you could hid a rubber duck from him just by putting it on his head and he wouldn't know a thing. So when you decide to marry him because he had always been there for you. He was the reason you woke up every morning a trudged through the stinky sewer. It was all just to see him face lighten up with joy whenever he spotted you.

So you immediately thought of marrying him after 2 years of bliss. And so due to him kor being a human it took you quite a while. But due to his cluelessness you don't really try that hard to hide it. You just research when your in your house.

However it took you longer than you liked to find not only the perfect size but also the perfect design for your artist boyfriend. So you searched far and wider you took trains after trains to travel to different jewelry stores to find the perfect ring for Mikey because he deserves a proper ring.

However against your better judgement you had no choice but to put your focus on the ring rather than your Mikey. And although he might not be that good at catching onto things he would notice your not as close with him as you were. And it just made him sad that he thought his favorite person hated him.

So one day as you two finally get some alone time as he is painting a wall you decided now is the perfect chance to do it cause you hated lying to Mikey even if it was easy to get away with.

So as he had his back turned, you had gotten on one knee and held his ring out.

"You think that dot of red- OH MY GOSH!!"

"Michelangelo Hamato will you-"

"YES YES YES YES A MILLIONS TIMES YES!!!!"

"I didn't even-"

You were engulfed in a suffocating hug but honestly you didn't care as you hugged back your now fiancé.

Hope that was good and I realise know I accidentally skipped a req whoospie sorry diff req I'll do it eventually.

But I hope you enjoyed and don't be shy to request something from me and my diff fandoms. Just know that I will get to them when I can.

Stay healthy and stay safe!!!!

~Tammy<3

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