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Ghost Bridal

Summary: Rumor has it that the mystical jungle spirit will only resurface if a sacrifice is presented. However, Leo is taken aback. A sacrifice bridal wasn't something he would've expected from the people he vowed to protect. But with his mind clouded by the heat of his mating season, he resolves to accept you as oblation.

WARNINGS: NSFW/ 18+ / MDNI/10 years after the 2007 movie, so Leo 27-29/use of the word slut once/light dirty talk/mention of sexual toys/dry humping /oral (fem receiving) /Xenobiology (knot mentions)/somnophilia (if you read between the lines, squinting) / penetrative sex/chafing, bleeding and bruising/ aftercare/mating cycles/ The reader is referred to with she/her pronouns and possesses female anatomy/ Leo being the best boy despite the situation :')

Word count: 4,522

A/N: I now have an Ao3 account! This, along with other pieces, will be there by tomorrow!

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"Quick, it's about to start!" Mikey exclaimed, gesturing with his arm, urging them closer.

Donatello arrived first, arranging the cushions on the couch for Splinter. Just as he finished, Leo assisted him in sitting down, and Raphael placed a bowl of popcorn in his lap.

"I'm glad my sons make time to watch dramas with their father," Splinter commented.

Observing them all seated, his expression softened. Despite their age, they would always be his boys.

"We'll always have time for you, Dad," Mikey returned the smile.

The drama began. Donnie dimmed the lights with a small wrist device. The room fell quiet, illuminated only by the old television. Leo leaned his back on the sofa with a gentle expression before an itch of incompleteness stinged him again, rough, and stomach-twisting.

“There she is,” Splinter voiced, “I bet she will confess her love for Ma-”

The channel changed. On the screen, the afternoon news.

"Michelangelo!"

Mikey jumped, searching for the remote long lost between the cushions on his side of the couch. Leo got up to help, removing the pillows while vaguely listening to the fast-paced voice of the reporter.

"The inhabitants are desperately sending smoke signals and performing spiritual rituals to summon back the ghost of the jungle, a vigilante spirit who guarded the village ten years ago."

Leo's eyes snapped back to the screen.

"The situation is unsustainable. The factory is damaging the ecosystem. Losing it would signify the beginning of a collapse for humanity," said a doctor with exasperation. He pulled the mic from the news reporter as he approached the camera.

"If somehow you're listening, please come back. The jungle needs you. We need-"

The channel changed back to the drama.

"Found it," Mickey said, waving the remote.

No one cared anymore. Every pair of eyes was fixated upon Leo, whose heart pounded within his chest, echoing throughout his shell.

"You must go," said Splinter.

He tensed, sensing Raph’s gaze over him.

"We must go,” he said, turning to his brothers. “All of us."

Donatello sighed. "I'm allergic to mosquito bites."

Mikey grimaced. "Since when?"

"Since now."

Raphael gave Leo a barely noticeable melancholic smile.

"We aren’t kids anymore. It ain't the end of the world if ya gotta disappear for a bit," he said teasingly.

"Oh, I get it. It's a solo trip," Mikey said, lowering his gaze.

"I won't be far for too long," Leo remarked as if it were a promise.

Donatello scoffed. "We'll survive without you for quite a while. Don't rush to commitment. We know."

At that moment, all he could offer Donnie was a smile. However, as Leo descended from the cargo ship and stepped into the border of the jungle, he finally understood what his brother meant. Taking a deep breath of the fresh, humid air of the greenery, his gaze danced along the flora surrounding him. This was it—the missing piece: nature. The sensation of embracing a certain aspect of himself that could not find fulfillment in the heart of a bustling city.

— – -

It took Leo no more than two months to gradually dismantle the construction site. An appearance here, a couple of blows there, a few noises at night, and a town full of people who convinced the businessmen responsible for the project that the jungle ghost was as tangible as the machinery stripping the trees. And that was it. He could go back after completing the mission.

However, akin to the first time, he stayed. This time not out of fear of not meeting his father’s expectations, but because adulthood had taught him it was okay to take breaks. It was okay for him not to be a leader, an elder brother, or a ninja all the time. It was more than okay to just be Leo.

After another couple of months, plants had claimed the machinery's remains. Some metal pieces still exposed to the sun sparkled, giving it an almost magical touch. The town's inhabitants built a statue resembling an anthropomorphic monk. It wasn't exactly cute, but Leo supposed it was better than revealing his true identity.

Living in the wild brought a new adventure every second, and Leo couldn't stay still. During the day, he collected food and brought it to his old underground hideout, a sort of cenote reflecting sunlight by day and stars at night, with enough space to exist in peace.

With the moon as his guide, he took care of various issues entrusted to him by the community. More than anything, moving heavy objects or patrolling certain areas. Given that most people were elderly, it was understandable.

Feeling free was satisfying. It was nice having a personal sense of purpose, liberated from the weight of carrying a team, and away from the possible repercussions of his decisions. There were no external pressures, no responsibilities beyond those self-imposed, and although there were nights when he missed his brothers, video calls were more than enough, as Donnie had gifted him a high-tech device before he left. Things were far better than alright… until winter wore off.

On the first morning of spring, Leo awoke to a familiar heat rising in his lower belly, prompting a strong urge to relieve the discomfort. He groaned. It only worsened with time. Regardless of the hour of day, he found himself suddenly lost in thoughts about his sexual toys, and all the ways he could be using them. The more he tried to distract himself, the more the memory of the relief they provided infiltrated his every waking moment.

Leo hummed, pressing a hand down his plastron, over the area that ached the most. It was beginning to get pretty sensitive. Bad sign.

Perhaps the villagers wouldn't be alarmed if he missed work for just one night, but as the next night came, and the next, and the next, things showed no sign of improvement. Leo began to feel more than just anxious. To make matters worse, at this point, not even fucking his fist was enough. It helped get his mind clear for the day, but the underskin burning never quite faded.

Leo turned over his leaf-makeshift bed, which now seemed ten times more unpleasant, and tried in vain to suppress the urge to go out and figure out how to make it more comfortable for himself and his ma– Leo snorted at the thought. It was horrible to endure instincts conflicting with rational thought. There had never been such a thing as a 'mate' in his life. A couple of partners, sure, but nothing close to someone who saw him like this. The mere thought of being unable to hold back or keep composure twisted his stomach.

“Fuck—” he sighed under his breath.

His hand closed around his shaft, gripping it deliciously as he moved it fast-paced. Small whimpers fell from his lips, heat spreading through his body. The peak of the season was the worst part of it.

His head fell back as he hissed, hooded eyes locked in the sky as he chased his release. His voice rose more than he'd like as he came loud and long, spilling hot loads all over his plastron.

Leo coughed before catching his breath. He cleansed himself with a rag dampened in cold water, the sensation leaving him slightly dizzy. Every inch of his body ached. As he focused on the soothing coolness, a faint sound of footsteps reached him. He sharpened his hearing; an agitated breath came with it. Someone dared to trespass into his territory.

The mere thought sent anger coursing through his veins, propelling him hastily toward the origin of the sound. He landed with a resounding thud, causing the scattered branches on the ground to snap beneath his weight. The intruder staggered backward. His katana reached their throat, halting mere inches before the tender flesh.

As the moonlight cast its glow, clarity washed over his vision: a woman, draped in an ethereal white fabric, lay sprawled on the ground. The wind carried her scent to his nose, and he instinctively covered his snout with his forearm before retreating, concealing himself behind a sturdy tree. His pupils dilated, taking her in.

"What are you doing here?" Leo rasped.

— – -

You gasped a couple of times before digesting that what you just saw was not human.

It’s okay, you said to yourself, It’s him. It's the same voice, steady, gravelly, and with a hint of sparkle. He who had rescued you so many years ago. He, who took care of everyone in the village. He, to whom the elders held respect and affection. Once you caught your breath, you began to recite long-memorized lines.

"Mighty spirit of the wild, protector of the jungle, I— I have been sent as an oblation for you to do as you please. If that brings you back to our aid."

Leo scoffed, disbelief evident in his expression. "They forced you here?" Anger was palpable in his voice. Perhaps he had been protecting the wrong kind of people.

"No!" you quickly clarified. "I offered myself.”

Your scent was intoxicating: sweet with a hint of spice. He focused on breathing through his mouth.

“Why?”

You gave one step closer, cautiously. “Consider it a payback. For your help to everyone in the village.”

"Payback?" he sneered. “I came back of my own free will. You owe me nothing.”

The urge to approach and tap your cheeks was gnawing at him. Fuck, he hated not to be in his freaking right mind. Hold it, Leo chanted in his mind. Hold it just for one more minute.

"I still want to lend you a hand,” you mumbled. “I- I have worked customer service, so I understand that taking care of other's needs constantly drains energy. I just thought you might want an extra hand."

Why was your voice suddenly so alluring? He huffed, exhausted.

"You offered yourself as a sacrifice bridal because you think I'm burnt out?"

You could hear a certain tension in his voice, stitched with a hint of sass—although, he seemed to be speaking through gritted teeth. Was he in pain?

His tone was harsher than he intended, perhaps due to the embarrassment of enduring his heat in the worst possible way. The branches and dirt cracked under your weight as you approached. Leo tensed, gripping his katana tightly.

“I know I may not have all my screws in place, but I wanted to return the favor for all the times you’ve saved us, that’s all. Help around in any way you see fit, whether it's assisting with chores you're too tired to do or whatever else you wish."

Your voice was as soft as a velvety touch wrapping around him, sensually caressing him like the finest silky fabric. It sent a shiver down his spine. He swallowed a gasp when you reached his side. His heart rate surged, echoing through every blood vessel. Leo moved back, the sharp katana once again mere inches away from your face, yet this time, trembling like he wasn't strong enough to hold it.

You raised your hands, palms showing. "But it's up to you. I really don't want to disturb you further."

You observed him wrestling with inner turmoil, his face taut, burdened by indecision.

"You don’t understand what you’d be getting into." His gaze matched the depth of his voice.

"Tell me."

Leo exhaled heavily, whispering, "I'm burning."

He sounded like he was dying.

“Are you sick?”

You took a step closer, and his face became much clearer.

He let out a sort of sardonic laugh. “No.”

Then you saw it: desire blazing bright in his eyes. You took a deep breath, considering. He remained as still as if he was another three in the green landscape. It hit you right there.

"Spring is when the reproductive cycle of life forms begins, isn't it?" you were searching for toned-down words so as not to make him uncomfortable. “That's what's happening to you," you stated, half matter-of-factly, half realizing it.

"Then you understand what it would mean to stay and help me," he said. "So leave. Run back, I'll guard your flank."

You stood your ground, despite your shaky legs. “I'll help.”

“What?” he gasped in disbelief.

“I won't go back as a failure, and I won't let you suffer when you've broken your back to keep us safe. I will help you.” you stated. The resolution in your voice made him shiver.

"You don’t get it," he said, feeling every ounce of self-control slowly dropping off his body.

Shit, he wanted to just accept. Why was he even holding back? Bet you were such a slut, bet you were thinking how would it feel to have your pretty cunt so fucking stretched by his knot.

“I do. You need reli-”

"No, you don't," he snapped. The blue mask framed the gravity of his expression. "When I start, I won’t stop. Not even if you beg, not even if you cry. Is that clear?"

You swallowed hard, your voice carrying a slight tremor as you responded, "Yeah."

"For as long as it lasts, I won't let you leave. You might get hurt... do you understand?"

"Yes," you muttered, finally mustering the courage to slowly push the sword out of the way. He allowed it, his eyes guarded.

You aimed closer, taking one steady step after the other. Your hand reached out until the tips of your fingers finally grazed his plastron. You slid them until the full palm pressed against it. He shivered under your touch, a faint sound escaping his lips. A moan?

There was a different glow in his eyes when he settled them back on you. They shone like he was seeing something beyond. His hand closed around your wrist, pulling you. Your chest crashed against his front, knocking the air out of you. Another mutant hand gripped you tight on the opposite side. His face landed on the crook of your neck. He growled as he took a deep breath before letting out a sigh. You held your breath.

Leo stopped, his agitated breathing inches away from your ear. Raspy, desperate, needy.

"Wait here. I'll come back for you in an hour," he instructed, reluctantly breaking the embrace to hold your face. You moved with him as he seemed to rock you. His forehead was inches away from yours. "This is your chance to flee."

He let go, and as if he were indeed a ghost, he vanished into the shadows of the night.

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You waited until the thin clouds finished traveling the night sky, clearing it entirely, allowing the stars to shine. For a moment, doubt crept in, making you wonder if he would return.

"You stayed," he muttered in disbelief.

You snapped back, scanning for the source of his voice. He landed before you, a smoother descent this time. His demeanor underwent a subtle change, softer and tinted with a hint of nervousness.

"Follow me," he instructed.

You stood up, shook the dirt off the white cloth covering you, and trailed behind him through the vines and bushes. With his sword, Leo skillfully cut through some overly dense branches, making a path for you.

"Where are we going, ghost?"

"To a secluded place," he said. After a brief pause, he added, "My name is Leonardo."

You snorted. He halted, casting a quizzical look over his shoulder.

"Sorry, I was expecting something less... ordinary," you chuckled. "It's a beautiful name; a bit too formal, tho. Can I call you Leo?"

He smirked, resuming his pace. You were easy to talk to, a quality he found comforting. "Sure. So, what's yours?"

You shared your name, and he said it back. “Pretty.”

His voice, along with the praise, made your belly tingle.

He took you to a kind of cenote a couple of meters below. The surroundings stole your breath. Various shades of green foliage reclined on moss, bathed in the glow of a mellow fire dancing near the shore. The light cast the reflection of the water swells upon the walls of earth and rock.

Beyond the flames of the campfire, there was a makeshift… nest? —more resembling leaves intertwined over the mushy moss— stacked beneath a rock bowl. The scent of flowers lingered heavily. There would likely be more than a couple on the seemingly soft pile. It looked like he had been living there for a while.

The feeling of his hands on your sides jolted you. You turned. He was looking down at you, his gaze intense, silently conveying a question, hungered for answers. His teeth clamped together, still in pain, it seemed. You placed your hand over his.

"It's okay. I'm not afraid."

"No?"

Leo cupped your cheek, his fingers gently tapping. It seemed like something he couldn't suppress any longer. In an attempt to reciprocate, you did the same to him, using both hands.

“No.”

It must have struck a nerve because he yanked you from the spot where you stood, practically tossing you into the heap of leaves. He landed above you, a hand behind your head. It was so sudden that it made you dizzy. You clung to the edge of his plastron as he pressed you against it.

Leo caught your mouth. His kiss was deep, fervent, demanding, exuding an almost fuel-ignited heat. His tongue interlaced with yours, and he moaned when you kept up with him.

You gasped for air when he let go. A pang of bolt-like tickles sprouted and spread from your belly through your veins, and they reverberated through every place he explored with open, calloused palms. He dragged his hand across your side, all three fingers groping your breasts ravenously, pinching your nipples above the fabric. You gasped.

Leo carried his kisses to your neck, nibbling at it right over your pulse line, sucking the soft flesh hard enough to make you yelp. That would leave a mark. He grinned over the bruise before finding another spot near it to make another.

You felt his grip over your thighs as one of his hands had somehow found out how to go past that ridiculously long bride-like dress. You embraced him with your legs, pulling him close to your core and arching your back as if you were in heat alike upon feeling his front so tight against your cunt.

He humped over your clothed slit, pushing your legs wider to accommodate himself, after which he thrust again, this time letting out an earnest groan right into your ear. His hot breath against your skin gave you goosebumps.

You whimpered, seeking a place to anchor yourself. Slipping a hand through the top of his shell, you secured yourself to his broad shoulders as he kept grinding on you frantically.

You spread your legs wider in an attempt to feel the friction better. The lower part of his plastron was soaked, and the slimy moisture seeped through your clothing smoothly. It felt so good that you started clenching and unclenching to increase the sensation.

His voice quivered as a hot liquid damped you down, sticking to the clothes. You remained there, fixed as he caught his breath. Leo got up on his knees. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. You could then notice every perfectly formed muscle on his body. Below his belly, his cock was glistening with the slick of the previous cum. His size was not as intimidating as the knot at the base, swollen and somewhat red. He looked almost immaculate.

Leo removed the blue bandana in one swift movement, and in the next, he ripped off the ruined dress off your body. He panted, gaze lusting over your nakedness. His predatory gaze sent a shiver down your spine.

"Such a pretty little cunt," he said with a half-grin on his face. "Not wide enough to fit me, tho. Gotta fix that first."

He pushed your labia open with raspy thumbs before leaning down. You breathed in sharply upon sensing his snout so close. Leo licked a stripe over your slit, steady and soft. You gaped, holding his head with trembling fingers. His tongue was thick, mushy-like. You moaned when he circled it over your clit, before sucking on it. Your hips snapped up, offering as much of yourself as he was willing to take.

Leo lingered there, feasting on your puffy nub. You closed your eyes, head falling back. Soft whimpers and sighs echoed through the place as you squirmed between his arms.

He slid back to your entrance and pushed in, moaning at the taste. After a couple of testing thrusts, he began fucking you with his tongue: sleek, hot, and skilled in a way you weren't prepared for.

You pushed his head deeper into you so your clit would rub against his snout, building an exquisite warmth inside your belly. Leo sensed you tensing under his grip, and he gave until the hot, sweet spasms of your walls told him you were satisfied.

His cock pulsated more with each passing moment, aching to get entirely sucked by your hot insides, and move. But fuck, if Leo retained yet one ounce of self-control, he committed it to ensure he wouldn't harm you that much.

A fine line of saliva followed him for a fraction of a second when he pulled away, panting. He cleaned his face with his palm to then fist his cock, right above the swollen knot. You lifted your legs by pulling them towards you from behind the thighs, gaze thoroughly hypnotized by the sight of him lining with you.

Leo let out a breathy moan as he pushed into you, the heat, the softness, and the sight taking away the last drops of his rational thought.

The stretch stung slightly, but god, other than that, it was heavenly smooth. He bottomed out. Before he even moved, Leo spilled one hot load after the other, brimming you with cum.

“Fuck—,” he panted.

His chin rested on the crook of your neck. Your hands flew to his back, and you caressed his shell lovingly. His breathing evened with each controlled exhalation, yet the grip of his fingers over your flesh hadn't relaxed one scrap. It gave you the impression that he was holding back. Despite his feral desires, on the verge of losing his mind to pure instinct, he remained steadfast in his commitment not to harm you. Your heart melted.

“It's okay. I can take it,” you whispered tenderly, leaning your head over his, embracing him further.

“No, this is— this is enough.” he gritted, voice sore.

“Hey, I don't like giving half-heartedly. I told you it was alright," you told him, but it didn't seem like it was going through his stubborn head. So you changed the tone to try your luck. "Besides, I like how you feel inside me. I bet you'd fuck me so good."

His breath hitched.

You grinned, clenching around his cock. “I bet you’re wondering how it’d feel, if you pushed your cute knot inside me.”

“Stop it.”

“Why?”

“I can’t— “

“Say you don’t want to.” you pulled his face to make him look at you. Hooded eyes bearing such a delightful dark gaze. He was about to snap, just one more small push. “Say you don’t want to breed me so fucking much it drips off my cunt. Say it, and I’ll shut up and let this to your own devices.”

His pupils dilate entirely. "Say that again."

"Breed me so good."

He kissed you at the same time he thrust, setting a frantic pace. His dick felt heavenly. It effortlessly reached the best spot inside you. You kept him pinned in the right place with the clasp of your legs, getting friction over your clit.

He forced the pulsating nub inward, the stretch sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Ah— shit, yes. Yes.” he gritted, his voice drunken-like.

Irrepressible moaning streamed like a pretty song as his pace quickened. Leo sounded so fucking hot, relishing the instant. His orgasm triggered your own. Your back arched, and he slipped his arms underneath you, bringing you impossibly near to him as his dick pulsated deliciously, spreading the warmth within him through you.

Leo didn't stop after that. He continued to fuck you until your inner thighs bled from the continuous chafing against the edges of his shell, babbling something about pretty babies with your eyes. He was thoroughly unbound, mind spinning, burning as much as his passion for you.

At some point, reality became a vaporous reflection on tempered glass. You were facing him at one moment, and then next, Leo held you by the hips as he ravished you in doggy style. His groaning, along with the lewd sound of wet skin slapping, anchored you to consciousness just enough to feel him spilling another hot wave of cum.

— – -

You woke up to the soft symphony produced by the combined sounds of the jungle—small animals rustling their wings, the wind whispering through the branches, a distant echo of a bird's song. The sun bathed the water in light, creating small waves that reflected the tranquil movement of the water all around.

Every inch of your body ached so intensely that the mere contemplation of movement welled tears in your eyes. Perhaps it had been too much. When you tried to shift, you felt something wet adhering to the skin of your thighs. Looking down, you found seaweed moistened with a scent that resembled a subtle mix of herbs.

A firm hand caressed your arm, and you tensed. However, the grip was gentle, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid to touch you. Slowly, you turned around. There he lay, gazing at you with bright, guilt-filled eyes.

"Good morning."

“Hello,” you greeted back.

"I'm sorry. It was-"

It's okay," you interrupted, placing a hand over his own. "I signed up for it. I told you I'd tough it out. Don't be too hard on yourself."

His gaze softened.

"Yet, I'm sorry I hurt you."

"You followed his gaze toward the area closed off with herbs. Bruises spread underneath. Then you noticed that, except for those bruises, you were pristine, and so was the place where you slept.

"You cleaned me up?"

"I had to do something for you. Although I know it's not enough, it’s a beginning," he said, fluttering the tips of his fingers near the damaged area.

"Thanks. So, is it over, or…?"

"The worst part is, we should be okay as long as someone keeps her mouth in check," he teased.

You chortled. "Sorry, not sorry."

He shared a laugh with you. Just as it subsided, Leo drew you into a tender embrace, snuggling you in a way that set your heart aflutter.

"I'm gonna keep you safe," he whispered.

You froze, a touch overwhelmed by the unexpected affection. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. The moment lingered until a rumble from your stomach shattered the magic. Your cheeks burned bright red. Leo chuckled softly.

"What would you like for breakfast?"

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Could I get 1 and 12 sautéed with ‘12!Leo and fem!reader? (I hope I filled all the blanks. I kept repeating it to myself lol)

"Teach Me" - 2012!Leo x Fem!Reader

Let me preface this by saying I wrote and rewrote this fic so many times trying to get it all right lol. It came out so angsty at first and I didn't want that, so I hope I did alright with the final product (let me know if I missed something or something doesn't make sense).

Also, this Leo is aged up even though I kept it SFW ♥( ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

Sweet 1. "please don't go... I don't want to be alone" and Spicy 12. "can you keep a secret?" [ sauteed ] a night in alone together

Summary: Annual celebrations are often reminders for the many things we gain and lose in our lives. Feeling the sting of loneliness with his birthday approaching and the Lair empty, Leo resorts to calling you in hopes that you might fill the hole.

Tags: 2012!Leo X Fem!Reader, fluff/comfort, sharing a secret/confessions, minor angst, mentions of character death/tauma, spoilers for 2012 series season 4, Aged up TMNT, mutual pinning, confession, SFW

Word count: 2953

It was just a few days before Leo’s twentieth birthday.

The memory of his fathers passing only intensified the feelings Leo had been experiencing as of late. His brothers were out of town; Raphael off somewhere with Mona Lisa, Donatello spending the weekend away with April, and Michaelangelo was away on some adventure with Rennet somewhere in time. Casey was babysitting his little sister. Even Karai and Shinigami weren’t around as they both had taken a trip back to Japan for the month.

He was alone.

Leonardo’s brothers would all be back in time for the celebration of course, but the ache of loneliness was not unfelt. He looks down at his phone and scrolls through his short list of contacts. His thumb lingers over your number for a moment before he hits the dial button.

You answer in that casual voice of yours that always brought him comfort.

“Leo! What’s up?”

“Uh… hey, (Y/N),” he says, wishing he had rehearsed something first. How could he ask you to come over without sounding too needy? “What are you doing right now?”

“Oh, nothing much,” you say, “just doing some homework and reading for classes. You are so lucky you don’t have to worry about things like this, Leo. College really sucks sometimes.”

“Ah-ha, right,” he says. Reading some boring college text might just be the thing he needed to get his mind busy. “What kind of reading is it for?”

“Oh, nothing fun,” you reply, “just some stuff on Virtue Ethics.”

“Oh?” Leo says, raising a brow. “Sounds interesting. What’ve you read so far?

“Not much,” you sigh, “it’s been hard to focus.”

“Oh, well… maybe I could help?” Leo offers. “I could… Come over if you like?”

You laugh awkwardly on the other end of the line. “I don’t know, Leo… my family’s all home tonight. I have a feeling my parents might freak out if they see an anthropomorphic turtle talking with me about Virtue Ethics.”

“Oh… right,” he says, feeling a bit dejected. Maybe he should have called the Mighty Mutanimals first. He would have liked to see you, but all he’s done is bother you while you were busy. “Then… I’m sorry I-”

“But I could come to you!” You blurt out, a bit too loudly.

It takes him by surprise. A smile grows on Leo’s face at the idea, especially since it was you who offered. He would feel bad asking you to leave if you had family to be spending time with yourself.

“Great!” Leo exclaims, “I’ll meet you at the usual manhole and walk you in?”

“Be there in half an hour,” you agree. “See you then.”

“See you soon!”

Leonardo hangs up the line and his smile grows impossibly larger. He can’t contain his excitement, and taking advantage of the Lair being empty, he throws his fists into the air and cheers loudly. He could make you dinner, then maybe you both could watch a movie when you were all done.

Would this be a date? He thinks. Though he had never actually asked you out or told you how he felt, Leonardo couldn’t deny the attraction he had towards you. Maybe this would be his chance to tell you how he feels.

You meet him at the usual manhole, as promised, and not a minute later. Leo appreciates your prompt timing. He leads you back down the sewer pipes towards the Lair, the small talk between you both doing what little it could to ease the awkwardness between you two. It wasn’t often that you got to hang out alone without Leo’s brothers around to cause fuss and fill in the silence with their excessive noise. The conversations Leo would have with his brothers often seemed to make you laugh and smile. He was a one man show without them.

Maybe this was a bad idea, he thinks, sensing the tension between you both as he tries desperately to make you feel more at ease.

“So, uh, what else has been new?” Leo asks.

“Um, not much,” you reply, adjusting the strap from your bookbag on your shoulder. “Like I said before. Focusing a lot on college and assignments.”

He laughs nervously, feeling foolish that he had already asked you that question earlier.

“Have you made many college friends?” He asks and clears his throat. He actually wants to ask if you’ve met anyone special yet.

“Not really,” you sigh, “there’s not many people that I really want to hang out with. If I’m being honest, I think the whole experience would just be more fun if you guys were there with me.”

Leonardo smiles in response. He too wished he could go with you each day to classes, sit with you at lunchtime, and hang out in the open like normal young adults. He tries not to dwell on the idea or talk about it more, knowing it would only stir up those feelings of loneliness he had felt before.

You both settle down on the lounge in the Lair, Leo keeping a comfortable distance away from you so as to not seem like he’s invading your space too much. He taps his fingertips against the couch in a rolling manner and watches nervously as you pull out your textbook and open it to the chapter.

“So, uh,” he says, trying to scoot a bit closer, having realised he’s sat too far away to actually see what’s on the page, “what’ve you read so far…?”

Leo feels his shoulder brush against yours as he leans over to read the page with you. The warmth of your body travels through the point of contact and sends a shiver through his shell. It sounded simple in his head, but now that you were really here in the flesh, he wonders if he can really muster the courage to tell you how he feels.

You read out the beginnings of the chapter and then into the body paragraphs, jumping over the citations and in text referencing. Leonardo tries his best to maintain his attention and take in all the complex words and intellectual jargon spewing his way. He repeats the ideas back in his head as he tries to understand what you're saying, not wanting to seem like an idiot in front of you.

You glance his way after you finish reading all it is you have so far. Taking wind of his silence, you clear your throat with a cough and paraphrase.

“So, pretty much, it talks about how virtues are excellence in character or ability and are unwavering,” you say, giving a thoughtful and knowing look to the blue banded turtle.

“Right,” Leo says with a false grin, “totally got that.”

You giggle from his sarcasm. Leo smiles, glad to finally hear your laugh. He loves the way you look when you smile.

“How about you read parts of it and then summarise it to me like you’re teaching me?” He asks, “Master Splinter once said sometimes being the teacher helps the student become the expert.” His heart stings from the mention of his father, feeling that twinge of loneliness pinch at his mind once more. But the sound of your voice numbs the pain again.

“Sounds good!” You say.

You continue reading the chapter aloud, stopping every once in a while to summarise what you said in a more understandable manner for Leo to follow. It gave you time to think about the words on the page in more detail to try and put them all in your own words. Leo relaxed into the seat next to you as you read, feeling his body press more against your side as he watched you with soft eyes. He loved how beautiful you looked when you were deep in thought. The way you licked your lips as you scanned the words on the page, and the way you tucked your hair behind your ears whenever a strand fell rebelliously out of place and into your face.

“Leo?” The question snaps him out of his trance, causing him to sit up straighter.

“Huh?”

“Did you get all that?” You ask.

Leonardo realises you’re referring to the passage you just paraphrased for him. Embarrassed, he confesses.

“Sorry, I think I zoned out for a bit there,” he says, rubbing the back of his head with one hand.

“It’s okay,” you say, “I know it’s not all that interesting to listen to.”

Not at all, he thinks. If he could, he would love to listen to your voice forever. It was so soothing. The way your voice filled the empty space in the Lair brought him comfort from the loneliness he had felt earlier without you here.

“How about I get us something to drink?” He offers.

“Sure,” you say with a smile.

Leo goes into the kitchen. He retrieves a kettle from one of the cabinets, then selects two mugs. After filling the kettle with cold water, he places it on the stove. He lights a match and turns the dial on the side. The stove clicks twice before the gas catches the flame of the burning match. Leonardo stays there watching the kettle as it comes to a gradual boil, his palms pressed against the kitchen bench as he leans over the sidebar countertop. Once the water’s boiled, he drops a tea bag into each mug and takes the kettle off the stove to pour the water into the mugs. He carries these carefully back to the lounge and offers you one, cautioning you that it would still be hot. You put aside the textbook and take the offered mug with a smile and thank him.

There’s a momentary silence between you both as you blow over the rim of the mug.

“So,” you say, glancing towards him over the rim of your mug, “what’s been new with you lately? It’s your birthday soon right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Leo says, taking a sip of the hot tea.

Leo tells you all about Raphael and Mona, and how the red terrapin has got plans to propose to her in the coming future. He goes on about how Rennet and Mikey have upgraded their long distance relationship to spending more time together and going on time-travel adventures every other weekend, and how Mikey has slowly grown into maturity, although still very much being his goofy self. Finally he mentions how Donnie had been helping April with her own things with college, and how being the smartest turtle of them all, he would have probably been a bit more help with your college work.

“Not at all!” You say defensively on Leo's behalf. “I really enjoyed coming down here to spend time with you, Leo. Even if it was just keeping me company and listening to me teach you, I’m glad I got to spend this time alone with you.”

Leo blushes from the boldness of your comment, sensing you didn’t realise the hidden meaning that could have been read from that last part.

She’s so perfect, he thinks, feeling his heart flutter. Leonardo had always felt a bit of an attraction to you. Perhaps because of your magnetic smile, or your intellect, or the way you bounced off the energy of his brothers and everyone else around you. He wanted to tell you how he felt, but the longer he seemed to sit here beside you, the harder it was becoming for him to think of the right words.

“I… really enjoyed spending some time alone with you too (Y/N),” the blue ninja says with a soft smile, his cheeks slightly pink. He feels comfort in the way you return the smile, your pupils dilated and welcoming. As if pulling him in, Leonardo feels enchanted by the way they look at him and he feels as if he could get lost in them forever. A faint vrr-vrr emanates from your pocket. Your phone vibrates in the space where Leo's leg and yours had connected. Blinking, you shift your attention from him to glance at the incoming message on your phone.

“Oh my god!” You exclaim.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“It’s already so late!” You say, setting down the mug and scrambling to put away your textbook and get hold of your bookbag before getting up from the couch, “I better get home. My parents are worried.”

“O-oh… right,” Leo says, snapping out of the trance you had had him in.

“Walk me out?”

“Sure,” he says hesitantly, feeling a bit glum.

Leonardo accompanies you to the exit, mirroring your movements behind you. Just as you're about to touch the revolving bar to exit the Lair, a gentle force restrains you. It seizes your free hand, offering a tender squeeze. You look down to find a green hand holding yours, and a perplexed expression shows on your face as your gaze trails up to meet his.

“Leo…?”

"Please… please don't go... I don't want to be alone,” he says softly, eyes locked on your hand and unable to meet your gaze.

“Leo… I have to go home,” you reply. “What’s wrong?”

“I just… I don’t want to be alone,” he confesses, “not tonight… I…” His words falter.

You glance back down at the hand holding yours as it begins to tremble around you. Lips pull to a thin line as you contemplate your options. Your family would only worry more if you didn’t come home. Though you could call them and let them know you would be staying out. You were, after all, an adult. And now so was Leo.

“Let me call home first,” you finally say. Grateful, he smiles at you. But something behind his smile is full of pain and longing.

After you call your family and let them know you won’t be home for the night, Leo appears to relax a bit.

“Is… everything okay, Leo?” You ask again.

The blue terrapin hesitates to answer.

“I’m turning twenty soon,” Leonardo begins, “and lately I’ve just been thinking… about my dad. It’s been years since he passed, but I always thought he would one day get to see me grow into a man. My brothers are away at the moment, and I know that they’ll be back soon… but I think… I feel… lonely somehow.”

He shuts his eyes tight, feeling shame for what he’s confessed, as if he isn’t allowed to feel such vulnerability and weakness.

“Leo…”

Leonardo swallows the lump in his throat, feeling like a massive weight has been lifted from his chest after saying those words aloud. If there was anyone he thought he could confide in, he hoped that it was you.

You reach out to take hold of his hands and squeeze them gently. The sudden contact makes his eyes snap open and his breath hitch, the feeling of butterflies filling his belly as you step closer. The feeling of your body warmth transfers into him from the touch. You’re so close. Standing face to face with him. His heartbeat quickens ever so slightly, gradually beating louder in his chest.

“Thank you for trusting me, Leo,” you say, rubbing small traces over his hands with your thumbs, “I’ll stay with you for as long as you need. You don’t have to be alone anymore. I’m here.”

Leonardo's heart beats loud like a drum. Electricity flows through him under your touch, sending his nerves alight. His palms sweat and pupils dilate. The rise and fall of his chest becomes uneven from the shallow breaths, the anticipation building a giddy excitement within him.

“Can I… can I kiss you?” The words escape quietly.

Surprised by the unexpected question, you instinctively retreat a small step, needing a moment to grasp the weight of his inquiry. Fear flickers across Leo's face in response to your reaction, causing his mind to seize as he grapples with the realisation of his audacious question. Here you were trying to comfort him, and he was greedily wanting more. He opens his mouth to form an explanation or apology but is silenced when you respond with a subtle nod. You take a step back towards him, closing the distance you had made.

You lean in slowly. Leo shuts his eyes tight and tenses as you press your lips gently against his. His lips remain tightly closed as his head spins madly at the feeling of your soft lips on his. You pull back slowly to look at each other.

“Is… is this okay…?” You ask, a hint of fear in your voice at his stiffness.

“Y-yeah…” Leo says, “can we… Can we do that again…?”

Your face brightens into a smile as your cheeks turn pink. You nod eagerly in response.

"...Can you keep a secret?" Leo asks, his body feeling ever so warm. “That… was my first kiss. I know it’s pathetic… I’m turning twenty soon. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do.”

You glance away, something on your face telling him you’ve thought of something embarrassing. You look back at him through your lashes. The seductive look in your eyes makes his knees feel weak.

“I could… teach you?” You offer, sinking back into yourself from the boldness in your voice. “I mean… I’m not an expert. I haven’t kissed much either… but we could get better together?”

Like a punch to the gut, your words leave him breathless. He imagines what getting ‘better together’ with you will feel like. What will you taste like when he’s confident to kiss you properly, he wonders. Daringly, he wonders what other first experiences kissing you may lead to. After a moment of letting his mind wander and entertain fantasies, he finally says softly.

“I’d like that very much.”

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Not a shipper! (or a schipper? Heh heh heh))) >:3

I thought it was funny that Pinterest gave these guys away like that.

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Hello I wanted to request a Tmnt oneshot

Soooo if it is okay I would like well 2012 Tmnt all having a crush on the reader and they kinda have brotherly fights over her

Four Brothers and One Crush (Fluff/Crack)

2012!Turtles x reader

A/N: I love this idea! Sorry it took so long, but it’s finally here💚🐢

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All four of the Hamato brothers have developed a crush on you, but none of them can agree on which one of them you have a crush on💙❤️💜🧡

Warning: Spelling, siblings fighting, a few strange insults, the reader is not so oblivious.

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It started the day they met you, as cliche as it sounds, but it was true. From the moment the four Hamato brothers laid their eyes upon you, tension started rising. At first it wasn’t so bad. None of them seemed to notice their brothers developing a crush on you, only keeping their eyes on you and being totally blind to what was happening around them. But even though none of them seem to notice, you most certainly did.

Leonardo was constantly checking up on you, texting and calling, asking if you got home safe, or if you had heard about that horrible natural disaster in that one country, and if you were okay. The few times you had told him to relax a bit, he started offering to train you, citing that it would calm him down, knowing you would be able to defend yourself.

Raphael always hung around you, training and acting as if he didn’t see you there, showing off his muscles in the most unnatural way, yet acting as if it was. And he poked. He could never walk past you without poking you in the side, or having to say something mean. Yes, it had caused fights between the two of you, often with Raph refusing to say sorry to you, saying that you took it too seriously.

Donatello rambled a lot when you were around, either about something that he was working on, or something he had spent some time researching, often about things you knew absolutely nothing about. Often he had a tendency to talk himself into a corner, almost admitting his crush on you several times, only to bite himself in the tongue mid sentence and run for the hills, leaving you back in confusion.

And then there was Michelangelo, who had flat out admitted his crush on you, several times to your face. Yet for some reason, you did not believe him. There was no way that was true. If it was true, he would not be so calm while telling you so. No, he would be as nervous and subtle as his brothers, feeling as if he had something to lose.

But you could not deny it. One of the four turtles had managed to catch your heart, making your cheeks burn with his funny ways of showing he cared for you. You had to admit it to yourself. You had developed a crush on the terrapin, and now, you were just looking for the best time to tell him.

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It was like any other day in the lair. Leo was glued to the TV screen, watching an episode of Space Heroes, Raph was punching his punching bag, so hard it was almost flying off the hinges, while Donnie tinkered away with whatever project he had going on in the corner. All of them caught up in their own things, as Mikey wandered into the room, a happy skip in his walk, humming as he went, causing all of his brothers to look at him strangely. It wasn’t uncommon for Mikey to act like this, but there was something different about it today. It was as if he wanted his brothers to look, so he could tell them what had gotten him into such a good mood. But they did not have to ask. One questionable look, and he happily told them.

“Today’s the day, boys”, Mikey said, almost sliding across the floor with a smug smile on his face, daring them to ask further. “It’s finally happening”.

Donnie was the one to take the bait, mainly hoping to get some peace from his little brother. “What is happening?”, he asked.

“I’m getting a girlfriend today”, the young turtle said, turning as he basked in the imaginary sunlight

“A girlfriend?”, Raph asked, giving the punching bag one last hard punch, before fully turning his attention towards the youngest turtle. “How the hell do you expect to be getting a girlfriend today? I mean, look at you”.

“Hey! That was not nice”, Mikey grumbled. “Leo, tell Raph to be so mean to me”.

“Just answer the question, Mikey”, the oldest turtle sighed, pausing Captain Ryan, before he could get to his speech of the episode. He did not want to miss it, just because of Mikey’s strange ideas.

“Fine”, Mikey said, a pleased smile presenting itself on his face once again. “I’ve just invited (Y/N) to come down and watch a movie, and tonight I’ll finally ask her to be my girlfriend”.

Raph, who had started punching his punching bag once more, almost fell over by the sheer force of his swing. Leo almost dropped the television remote, and Donnie yelped as he accidentally shocked himself with the wiring of whatever he was making.

“Wow”, Mikey mumbled at their shocked reactions. “Is it really so hard to believe I have a crush on her?”, he asked, scratching his head, thinking back to all the times you had seemed to not believe his admissions to you.

“No, it’s not that”, Leo said, walking to his brother to put a hand on his shoulder. Oh, how was he going to tell him this? “It’s just because you can’t do that, Mikey”.

“And why not?”, the orange clad turtle asked, raising an eyebrow.

Leo sighed, fearing what reaction he would awaken within the young terrapin. “Well, you see… she isn’t interested in you that way. She had feelings for someone else”.

“Leo’s right”, Raph butted in. “It has nothing to do with you, little brother, but we’ve known for some time she has had some pretty strong feelings for me”.

“Wow, no”, Leo said, crossing his arms. “You were definitely not the one I was talking about”.

“Yeah, Raph!”, Donnie exclaimed, joining the argument. “Leo was obviously talking about me!”

“What? No! I was talking about me!”, Leo said, growing slightly frustrated.

“Really? You?”, Raph asked, cocking his brow. “She has eyes, Leo. She obviously likes the best looking one”.

“Yeah! Me!”, Mikey yelled, throwing his hands in the air.

“Mikey, have you been playing with chemicals in my lab again, or are you really being serious?”, Donnie asked, hands on his hip.

“Oh, you think you’re the better looking one here?”, Leo asked.

“Doesn’t matter if I’m the better looking one - even though I am - but what matters is that (Y/N) has a crush on me”, the purple clad turtle said.

“Just because a few girls on the internet say they like a tooth gap, it doesn’t mean that any of them would find you attractive”, Raph said, his frustration growing with each passing second.

“Says the guy with a cracked plastron and a battered ego”, retorted Donnie. And that was when all hell broke loose. Raph, who now saw fire before his eyes, jumped on Donnie. Leo and Mikey tried to pull the fighting brothers apart, but it didn’t take long before they two were sucked into the fight, screaming and yelling over which one of them you had a crush on. But with their focus being on their fight, none of them noticing you in the entrance, with a stack of pizza boxes, slowly fishing out a piece to eat while watching the unfolding chaos in front of you, wondering how long it would take for them to notice. But none of them seemed to do, being so caught up in their need to be right. It wasn’t until Raph was about to bite down on Donnie’s ankle, that you decided to speak up.

“You’re right”, you chuckled, taking a bite of your pizza as you watched the four brothers turned stunned towards you, frozen in their actions, their eyes wide and their jaws hanging loose. “I have a crush on one of you”.

“Who?!”, they asked in a yell, almost jumping at your feet.

“Well, one of you guessed it”, you smirked, finding the whole scene of the four squirmin mutant turtles amusing. Was it wrong? Probably, but you could not help yourself. Having four guys fight over was the dream of many girls, so why should you not let yourself enjoy it for just a moment?

“Who guessed it?! Who guessed it?!”, Mikey yelled with an exacerbated gasp, his brothers looking at you in anticipation, hoping for their name to spill from your lips.

You shrugged, fighting a smirk. Damn you were mean, but you could not help yourself. It was actually quite fun. “That’s for you guys to figure out”, you said, taking another bite of your pizza slice, before walking past them, making your way to the television, leaving the turtles staring after you. “Now, where’s the move? I was promised a movie tonight!”

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Anger: part 1 (18+)

2007!Raphael x reader (past 2007!Leonardo x reader)

Part 2 Part 3 Leonardo's Ending Raphael’s Ending

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A/N: I recently rewatched the 2007 TMNT for the first time in a loooooong time, and this idea came to me straight away. So now I grace you with more smut. Is it the heaviest on the internet? Noooo. Is it the heaviest I’ve written? Hell yeah. Enjoy!❤️

Warnings: sex, sexual acts, angry revenge sex?

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Raphael was angry, and it was all Leonardo’s fault. Ever since Leo left for his training in South America, Raphael had been angry. Raphael had several reasons for being mad at Leonardo, and he had every intention of holding that grudge. Because as far as Raphael knew, Leonardo would never come back.

Raphael’s frustration towards Leonardo started long before Master Splinter ever mentioned anything about South America. Raphael had always had a little of a grudge when it came to his big brother, but it was the day Leonardo landed you that Raphael wanted to punch him for the first time. You were so beautiful. Everything Raph had ever dreamed of, yet Leo was the one that got you first. Leo was the one that got to hold you, kiss you and touch you. And Raph hated it. He hated watching you kiss Leo or hearing Leo talk about you, because he could only dream about you.

Then Master Splinter mentioned South America and Leonardo started thinking about it. You didn’t like it. You told Leo you didn’t like it. He would be gone for so long, and you feared that. You didn’t wish to be alone for that long. Yet you didn’t stop Leo when he decided to go. Raphael was outside Leonardo’s room, listening as Leo promised he would come back to you. He had kissed you, told you he loved you, and then left.

Even without Leonardo there you would still come to the lair. You would spend time with Raphael, Michelangelo and Donatello, but your main destination would always be Leonardo’s room. It would usually be in there that you wrote your letters to him, telling him how much you missed him. Leonardo would write back to you. He would tell you about his adventures in South America and compare the nature to your beauty. Raphael almost wanted to throw up when he heard you read it out loud for Donnie and Mikey.

But as time went on the letters from Leonardo became less and less. Not just for you but the rest of the family. You started to get nervous and Raphael could feel it. When you counted down the days until you could see Leonardo again, Raph saw it in your eyes. You feared what was going on. You became insecure in Leo’s apsense, and that only added on to Raph’s anger.

But when Leonardo’s training in South America ended, you were heartbroken when he didn’t come. And then came the letter. Raph could clearly remember the sound as you started crying in Leo’s room, reading the last letter he sent you. Leonardo wasn’t coming home. He had decided it. They needed him in South America. They needed the Ghost of the Jungle.

Raphael was mad. He was mad that his brother would leave him and his family like that. And he was mad that he would leave you. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen. First Leonardo took you and then he left you.

Soon your sadness started to grow along with anger. Raphael caught you in Leo’s room sitting silently on his bed, before punching hard into the pillow.

One day Raphael saw you in Leo’s room once again, anger boiling in his blood at the sight. Was he angry at you for still being sad over Leo, or was it still the anger from Leo’s decision to stay in South America? Raph wasn’t sure, but he knew that was what pulled him into Leonardo’s room. Raph closed the door behind him and took a seat next to you on Leo’s bed, you not meeting his eyes. It took some time, but finally the two of you started talking. And then you said the magic words. You were angry at Leonardo. You were mad. And then you kissed. Right on Leonardo’s bed.

That night Raphael took you hard on Leonardo’s bed. He wanted to ruin Leonardo’s room and every single memory you and him had in there, making him the only person you could think of whenever you walked in there. As he pounded into you relentlessly, he grabbed your face and turned it towards him. He asked you who made you feel so good. He would never forget the fucked out look on your face as you moaned out loud; “you, Raph!” In that moment he felt like he lived a dream.

But that dream didn’t last long. Everyday Raphael was reminded of Leonardo’s appsense, and everyday he felt that anger build up in him. Not even his self appointed role as the Nightwatcher could make the anger go away. It only kept building and building, until one day he had enough and he came to your apartment, still wearing his Nightwatcher attire. He stayed the whole night, fucking you on every surfuse possible. Every place he could think in every position possible. He kept going until he was sure he had fucked you in every place Leo had. On the couch in your living room, your coffee table, your kitchen counter, your bed, the bathroom, even on the floor in your hallway.

It didn’t even take a week before you asked him to come over again. And as he pounded you into your mattress, he could help but feel a little satisfied. You were begging him to keep going as your eyes rolled back. Raphael placed your leg over his shoulder making him go deeper, causing you to cry out in ecstasy. And as your third orgasm of the night rolled over you, Raphael started thinking. There was no way Leo ever fucked you as good as he was going right now. Leo would never be this rough with you. But there you were, drooling from your mouth and cuming around Raph once more.

After Raph had helped you roll out your high, he placed a long passionate kiss on your lips, before thrusting into you once more. And the sounds that came from you only verified Raphael in his suspicions. Only he had fucked you this good. Leo never did. Leonardo had never known how to love a person as perfect as you, but he did. And Raph was going to show you over and over again how good he was at loving you, even if he was angry.

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