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Raph x FemReader By: PheraDream-15

Idea: Raph is under the truck working on it (helping Donnie) and y/n walks in and is blissed out looking at his body hard at work—touches, kisses & blowjobs, etc.

A/N: honestly can’t remember if I ever posted this one, if I did, there’s a few changes, if not…it’s probably still trash. Finally had a little time to write before I head off to work…I hope you enjoy it! *ps…SPICEY!*MINORS DNI*

Clutch

“Yo, Don! I need the –,” his loud request was cut short by the feel of metal tapping against his knee. He rotated, putting more weight on his right side to see a red swoosh of fabric, a pale set of shins that led to a small pair of sandals strapped over black-painted toes.

“Here ya go, big guy,” her words came with more gentle taps against his knee, signaling for him to move from beneath the large vehicle above him. Rolling out from under the truck he was welcomed by an ornery smile, her eyes gazing down at him with that familiar twinkle that had his mind racing. His eyes trailed down, tracing the dip of her shoulders, the curve of her waist where her hips jutted to one side. His eyes continued to roam until she held up a bag filled with snacks.

“Don’t get too excited, Mikey caught me and took the two cases of orange Crush,” she explained, attempting to be deadpan but he could hear the smile in her voice as he grabbed the bag and wrench from her hands, setting it down before gripping behind her knees and pulled.

With a surprised gasp, she fell with his grip, landing exactly where he wanted her, straddling his hips as his feet lay solid along the concrete floor to stop the sled from shifting with the added movement.

“Too late, already am,” He gruffed, hands sliding up to grip the fold of where her ass meets her thigh and the thin layer of her dress falling deliciously on either side of her spread thighs.

“C’mon, your hands are all greasy!” She giggled, thumping his chest in fake disdain but made no move as his hands began to tickle with swiped stripes over the smooth expanse of her inner thighs.

His only response was a growl as he tipped her hips and she came crashing into him which granted him access to the pulse point below her ear and the sensitive skin along her jawline. Her immediate response had him growling his want into her ear before sucking the gentle lobe between his teeth.

“Ooh,” her breathy gasp paired with the way her body wiggled atop him had all the blood rush south, his vision going foggy. Especially when he shifted for better access and a familiar wetness settled upon his hard member that was still sheathed below his thin shorts. With that knowledge he crushed her to him in a searing kiss, his fingers grazing along the crease of her knee before traveling up in rushed swirls before tickling her lips with the back of his knuckles. She was already a gaspy, twitchy mess atop him, and the way her body reacted to him so freely caused his heart to race even faster.

“Actin’ all innocent,” his voice was so deep and scratched that itch she’d been craving. She wasn’t about to squander this because this was the first time they had been alone for longer than five minutes in just over a month.

“Yet, you show up here,” with every few words his hands moved even slower in longer, intricate swirls along her soft flesh, spiking her heart rate, and causing her breath to catch in her throat.

“With no–,” he didn’t have to finish his sentence because he made his message clear by swiping over her slick heat and she failed to keep her hips steady. She rolled atop him and it must have been the final straw because before she knew it, she was horizontal with the large brute atop her. His shell provided a shield yet the desire in his eyes burned brighter than the surrounding garage lights.

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“Are you crazy?” Her hushed words were immediately swallowed as he pushed her back against the side of the truck. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t fucking enjoy it when he used his immense size to cage her in before he did what he pleased. Especially with the way his eyes would darken and that god-forsaken smirk would utterly ruin her resolve and her body would go limp and act like clay in his hands.

“For you.” He pushed his body further into hers, hips tilting to allow her to feel the answer rather than hear it from his lips. The smirk was permanently plastered to his face as he leaned forward and they both knew that they wouldn’t be leaving the garage without getting a taste of each other. It was an unspoken, unanimous decision and her fingers were itching to touch him, to drag along the edge of the waistband of his shorts before diving just below the taut fabric over his stiff cock. Feverish hands moved as clothes fell away and their inhibitions fell to the wayward side. Before her overheated brain could process what he was doing, her dress was bunched up at her waist, thighs spread over his hips as she felt his slick tip push past her opening. Her body lurched forward, her arms wrapping tight around his neck as she felt his hips adjust then begin to move.

“Fu—,” her teeth sunk into her closed fist in an attempt to muffle her moans as she felt him bottom out and they both froze as the door leading into the garage from the main area scrapped open.

“Raph?” Donnie’s voice echoed in the open space as his boots moved closer to the vehicle. Raph was thankful that they had moved out of sight from the door.

“Uh, yeah. What Don?” He had to grit his teeth as the little minx he was fully engulfed in started to grind and wiggle her hips, her walls tightening like a vice around his engorged dick. He could hear his brother asking a question but he wasn’t completely following along as the woman tested his patience and self-control. Her movement began to slow, hips rolling slowly then she’d grind one, two, three times then back to rolling. She knew what she was doing to him by the smirk that was plastered on her face as her grip tightened around his neck to keep herself up. He could tell she was getting close, especially holding herself up against him so he needed to think of something to get rid of his brother, fast.

With gritted teeth, he pulled agonizingly slowly from her body with a subtle pop, rotating her in his arms until she was back on her feet, facing the truck wall. His hand covered her mouth, but not before she took his middle digit into her mouth, teasing the bed with her teeth before giving a deep suck. Before he allowed her to think she had the upper hand, his other hand trailed down to the apex between her thighs and began to swirl her swollen pearl, loving the way she’d flex when she thought his finger was going to slip back past her opening. Donnie was still rambling on about something and Raph heard the familiar sound of Don rummaging through tools and papers; so he took that as his cue to tilt her hips, her back arching as both her arms braced against the truck wall, the angle allowing his still-hard cock to be sucked back into her welcoming heat. It took all of his control not to growl at the way her teeth sunk into his finger in an attempt to stifle her moan.

“Then we still have to connect the–,”

“Donnie.” Raphael’s voice came out more strained and irritated than anticipated, but he’d apologize later. He loved his brother but with his current company, he just wanted to satisfy the woman whose vagina was pulsing from not being fully satiated…yet. The subtle, involuntary movements of her body were driving him insane and he was going to lose it if he didn’t get rid of Donnie soon.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. You just hit the communicator so I figured you needed something.” Oh shit, Raph blanked, glancing down to where his locator was fastened to the shorts in a heap near the back tire.

A grunt was his only reply as a soft intake of breath was all he could muster before he felt her hips start to roll up, down, and back again in such a slow way that left him swallowing back a groan by fastening his lips over the exposed edge just below the juncture of her throat. A flurry of names from the New York Mets roster over the past three years started to stumble and bounce around his brain, in an attempt to not have this end too soon.

“You’re good then? I’m headed out with Leo to grab another carburetor since the other blew and Mikey is with Master Splinter.” Raphael barked out his reply and played it off that he almost stripped a bolt which satisfied Donnie’s curiosity enough. His voice became more muffled and with a final farewell, the garage door finally closed again. Raphael unleashed a deep breath and with a thrust of his hips, his control slipping slightly as his cocked was sucked back fully into her needy cunt.

“Shi–,” Raphael’s words were cut off as she arched up, hips twisting before shimming off of his cock. His resolve faltered yet again at her breathy request, “please, I need to see you,” and with a brief pause, and a flurry of movements, they reconnected in a heated kiss, twisting their tongues as she fought for dominance. With a growl she pulled back, pushing his cheeks together to force his eyes to be completely on her as he watched her lick her teeth and grin with determined eyes.

“Fuck. Me.” Her heady words drenched in lust and despite not usually being one for orders, he couldn’t find it in himself to disobey. With a gurgled grunt and a needy smirk, he shoved her into the thick wall of the truck and began…

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A Little, Blue

Chapter 3: A Little Surprise

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“Mom!” Y/n shot up off the couch, her body instinctively moving to shield Leonardo to the best of her ability. Not because she was embarrassed but because she knew how much he valued secrecy. Secrecy led to security which was the key to him and his family’s survival; and here she was, jeopardizing that. He was frozen, completely thrown by what had just happened. He’d been completely enamored by the woman who was dozing off, cuddled against his arm, so much so, that he hadn’t sensed the woman on the other side of the door. He needed to leave. He needed to handle the situation and as he watched Y/n move in front of him, all he could do was strategize on how he was going to rectify this mistake. All he could hear was Raph’s snarky tone in his head, “What now, Fearless?”

Despite her intentions, there was no hope in trying to hide the large, green, mutant turtle that was lounging on her lumpy couch from her mother. By the look on her mother’s face, the damage was done. Y/n’s eyes shifted to her daughter who was tucked into her mother’s arms, sound asleep against her shoulder. Corey’s eyes were striking, shifting between her and Leo, then back again. Not a word was spoken as the tension in the air was becoming stifling but as Y/n felt Leo’s thigh shift, her knee buckled and she fell back into him. Startling the adults in the room, Y/n wished that a hole would open and suck her down as she felt her face heat as she avoided looking at Leo but felt his eyes bore into her. Her gaze never left her mother, the older woman standing in her doorway with an unreadable face and stoney eyes. 

“I am going to put her to bed and when I come back…I expect some answers.” The pointed look still shook Y/n to this day, even being a thirty-year-old, grown woman, seeing that look on her mother’s face spiked a surge of anxiety. Seconds passed and Y/n’s eyes never left the woman as she watched her walk through the apartment, turned down the hall and listened for the soft click of the bedroom door before she realized she was holding her breath. 

Her world snapped back into focus when realization hit that she had not moved from atop Leo’s thigh ,and as her back stiffened, she looked over to see his cheeks were darkened, eyes hard set, flashing indigo, breaking her resolve. 

“Uh, um…I don’t even know what to say.” The nervous giggle was choked as she thrumbed her fingers along the edges of his strong arm that was wrapped, protectively, over her thighs. 

“Y/n…” Leo’s eyes were dark and she could sense him pulling away mentally and emotionally just by the way he looked at her. The tension between them was palpable, neither knowing what to do and for Leo, it was frustrating to not know how to move forward. That was his job, to always have a plan, no matter the situation. 

“Hey,” her hands moved, her back twisting to get a grip of his face between her hands. This was the first time she’d been this close to him, and it took all of her power not to coast the pads of her thumbs over his surprising soft scales that littered his cheeks. But right now, she needed to figure out a way to fix this situation. 

“I know we’ve only known each other for a few months. I saved your life, you’ve saved mine and I have zero right to ask but I am going to,” Her eyes were focused, brimming with determination, “Can you trust me?”

His entire body was tense but once he saw the determinatio and the set of her jaw and, he realized that he already did. He trusted her the night she saved him with the help of his brother. He also trusted Donnie’s insight and there were no red-flags. There was no denying that, despite being in a situation he had worked so hard to avoid, he wanted to stay and figure this out. With her. This woman made his head spin and he cursed every non-Leo-like thought as he stared into her e/c eyes instead of lingering on the way she bit her bottom lip. His fist clenched against her thigh to ground him from moving to pull that plump lip from her teeth. 

“Alright.”

Her mother’s voice broke their trance as she came back into the room. Y/n eyes shot up and watched as her mother unwrapped the long scarf to toss it, along with her coat, onto the table before disappearing into the kitchen. The sound of clinking glasses and cupboard doors opening and closing were the only sounds that could be heard outside of her own ragged breathing.

A subtle tap was felt along the inner curve of her waist and she realized that she still hadn’t moved from her spot but now as everything began to settle around them, she was afraid to. Afraid to move and give him the opportunity to disappear and have to explain what her mother saw all on her own.

“I’m here.” Leonardo’s words were heavy, gruff, and filled with an unknown tone she wasn’t sure how to judge but, she believed him. With a nod she stood, his hand shifting to splay at the base of her back before pushing gently in an unneeded assist but his touch was grounding and helped her courage as she knew she wasn’t alone.

Once standing, her mom made her entrance, rejoining them in the living area, a glass of bourbon clutched in a grip as she stood, arms crossed and leaning against the kitchen island. Her eyes never left Leonardo as he stood, turning to face them woman in front of them, staying by Y/n, bracing for the inevitable. 

“So you’re the one who’s been taking all of my lil bunny’s time.” Her words were clipped, to the point as she brought the short glass to her lips, not once blinking. No one spoke as she took a slow, deliberate sip, the silence enveloped the room. 

“Mom, please. I need you to listen–,” Y/n’s hands slowly moved to brace in front of her as if in surrender as she slowly stepped towards her mom. 

No sooner had her name left her mom’s lips did Leonardo’s familiar commanding voice rock both women speechless. 

“Miss L/n, my name is Leonardo…it’s nice to meet you.” He bowed, hands fisted at his sides, and Corey’s eyes watched as if peeling away his layers to get to the man below before he lifted to stand at full attention. Y/n heard his jaw click as his entire body tensed to resemble an unmoving wall. He held himself as if he was preparing for war and by the tension she sensed between her mom and him, it was going to be a close one. 

“Alright big boy, I see you, I hear you, but now,” her gaze piercing and Y/n unconsciously shifted closer to Leonardo, and Corey quickly picked up on the movement with slight of her brow.

“It’s time to get to know you.” 

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It took two hours but there had been no screaming, running, or signs of high blood pressure. Y/n realized quickly that she truly had almost nothing to worry about. Leonardo was a natural and Corey was a woman who could see through any false pretenses. 

He started off strong, guarded, and overwhelmingly stoic to when Corey commented and asked if she was speaking to a wall with a sound recording. Her mother’s bluntness worked because as the ice broke, any high tensions eased and Y/n’s anxiety ebbed away. Almost. She couldn’t stop looking at Leonardo who, sat across from her, seeming so far away despite being within reach. 

They were all at an impass and the silence was comfortable enough that Y/n had to stand, but she hadn’t relaized her legs had fallen asleep and as she stood, she stumbled. She hadn’t heard him move but a strong arm wrapped around her hips, as her hand smacked the table in a feeble attempt to steady herself and if that wasn’t enough, she was caught off guard again by looking up into his intense blue eyes. 

“Oh,” Corey gasped as her hand moved to play with the collar of her crewneck. “What’s going on here?” Her teasing jest and maddening smirk made both Leo and Y/n tense, eyes glued to each other. Y/n’s eye drifted, noticing thin stripes that drifted down his neck begin to darken in shade before he gulped and she’s never wanted to nip at his Adam’s apple too see if he tasted as sweet as he looked. Down girl, gawd. That was a sobering thought as she felt her head drop before gently tapping against his arm to set her back down as she had regained her balance. 

“Leonardo.” Her mother’s voice was stern, demanding attention from the blue-banded terrapin. “Do you respect my daughter?” 

“Mom,” Y/n groaned, feeling like a teenager whose been caught with her first boyfriend as she felt the heat creep up her neck, eyes became hot in embarrassment. 

“Yes Ma’am. She’s an amazing woman and I owe her my life.” Leonardo bowed again, displaying his sincerity along with a vulnerability that made Y/n’s heart squeeze. 

“Well,” Corey stood, slapping her thighs as if to end this long winded conversation, “take care of my lil’ bunny, Blue. Or momma bear is gonna have to kick your ass.”  Corey playfully growled and shook her fist at the ninja and Leo couldn’t help but crack a crooked smile at the older woman’s antics. Only then, had he realized that his arm was still protectively wrapped around Y/n’s waist as his fingers flexed; causing a single digit to break past the edge of her loose top, connecting with soft, warm, pliable flesh. 

“Ugh, Mom!” Y/n groaned again in exasperation, “I’m a thirty year old woman, I don’t need—.” She broke off as she felt the gentle caress along her hip and couldn’t bring herself to lose sight of the woman in front of her. She knew, deep in her bones, that if she looked at the man who was wrapped around her in the eye, she’d forfeit their little acquaintance and risk it all. 

“Oh hush, you. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t care if you’re thirty, sixty or ninety five. As long as I’m around, you’ll always be my lil’ bunny and I protect my baby.” Corey cut a quick look at Leo as a warning. 

Despite Y/n’s slight irritation, there was no use in denying her mother’s love. She knew she was blessed to have a woman who she could confide in, especially with the unusual, or rather unconventional situation that they have been caught in. 

After about twenty minutes, a quick check up with Luna, Y/n and Leonardo bid Corey a good night. As soon as the door closed leaving behind just her and Leo she turned to notice taht he was already securing the swords across his back and moved towards the balcony door. Y/n hated to see him leave, well, metaphorically; because realistically, that man has an ass that would make Captain America cry. 

”Um…so, did we scare you off?” Y/n knew she hadn’t hidden her slight discomfort well as she fidgeted with the hem of her sweater as she tried to make eye contact as he had turned to face her. She could still feel the faint trail of his fingers along her waist and that had her blushing even more. Why was she so nervous? Yes, Leonardo was attractive, honest, honorable, strong, intelligent, kind, caring and just overall one of the best people in her life. She couldn’t risk it. She wouldn’t. 

“No, but if I’m being honest,” Leonardo’s brow creased, eyes cast down before returning back to her with an almost sad expression, “I’m not sure if this is the right decision.” 

“Oh…um, does this mean that we can’t see each other, or…” She was scared of his answer as her steps coming to stop a few feet away from him. She could still smell his vanilla and jasmine scent wafting over her, calming her frenzied senses. 

“I am not sure I can do that.” His words made her breath catch as her eyes shot to meet his. Blue met e/c in a charged gaze, her heart speeding faster as she couldn’t quite read his new expression. There was a sad, almost longing that she couldn’t decide whether to embrace him or give him space. They have worked well around each other but it has been the two of them up to this point. He hasn’t been introduced to Luna and he only met Corey by chance. 

“Good.” That was all she could muster but she knew she wasn’t going to let him leave without him knowing that, if it was up to her, she wouldn’t let him go. 

As Leo left through the balcony door, he was already calling Donnie, letting him know of the situation regarding the mom. He knew that Donnie would be the one to keep this under wraps long enough for him to devise a plan for moving forward. Because, the way that Y/n looked at him right before he left he knew that there was little in this world that would stop him from seeing her. She had wedged her way into his heart and he was going to protect her and her family. Despite never having met little Luna, he knew so much of the small child from Y/n’s motherly point of view. It was endearing and honestly, Leo was envious of the love that she’s expressed knowing that he would never be able to give her that. Woah, slow your roll, what the hell was that? Leonardo froze, he knew that Y/n was special but had been blissfully unaware of the circumstances in which she had made a heart shaped hole inside his soul. He wasn’t sure how much more he’d be able to take as he contemplated what his next steps were as he sprinted across the roofs before making a call to the one person who he knew, would give him the honest to gods truth and a reality check. 

“What ya want, Fearless?”

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A Little, Blue

Chapter 4 - A Little Guest

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“Um, Mommy? Did you get me a big dinosaur?”

Y/n’s eyes burst, locking onto her reflection in the bathroom mirror. What? 

“Honey, what are you talking about,” Y/n continued to unwrap her hair from the towel when her little girl let her know that a dinosaur named Leo was in their living room. Shit!

She had rushed from the bathroom so quickly that her feet slipped, causing her to slide into the wall that led out towards the living area. That is when she locked eyes with Leonardo. His stance was relaxed but his blue-flame eyes burned with uncertainty and something else.  

“Luna, love, this is my dear friend–” She should have prepared for this, she should have realized that this was going to happen sooner or later the longer she ignored the truth. But she wasn’t prepared for this soon, it had only been a few days since Leo met her mother and now lil’ Luna? The last man she tried to introduce Luna too had bolted and her heart broke at the inevitable. 

“Leo!” Her little eyes bright as she bounced from in front of the coffee table. She’d been coloring in her new dinosaur book. Her head swiveled and her eyes searched back and forth between Leo and her mom. 

“That’s what he said his name was.” Her little fingers snapped the marker lid back on as she stood, kicking the pillow she sat on out of her way as she bounded toward Leonardo. Y/n wasn’t sure what to do but stood and watched. This was unknown and probably uncharted territory and, ugh, there were too many unknown variables that had her head spinning and she clutched the towel tighter around her. Wait, towel? Y/n looked down adn realized that she was still wrapped in a towel and nothing else. Her naked, black painted toes the only way of coverage outside of the fluffy wrap around her. Leo watched as Y/n’s realization and averted his gaze to the little girl below him in an effort to stop the onslaught of heated, wet images of Y/n that flew through his mind. 

“How old are you? Dinosaurs are old old.” Luna’s small croaked as she gripped the fabric at his knees, looking up at him with a broad smile and quizzical eyes. 

“I’m 24, Luna.” Leonardo bowed with his answer but his confession caused a gasp to leave Y/n and their gazes locked again. She was thirsting after a man that she was six years his senior. She had just turned thirty in January. His eyes shot to her with a questioning glance and forced her to re-evaluate a few of her feelings. But as his attention refocused back to Luna, she knew that it would be a waste of time. She knew that her feelings wouldn’t change, and she, honestly, didn’t want them to. Luna was completely enamored by Leo that she was able to go and get changed into more appropriate attire. No sooner had she put her pajama pants on that a tiny chime from attop her dresser alerted her of a text from a certain blue ‘dino’.

Lee: Apologies for the drop in. I didn’t see anyone but the lights were and I was worried.

He was such a worry-wort, but she couldn’t help the slight feeling of dread that nestled into the base of her stomach at the prospect of him leaving now that Luna knows him. She quickly dressed and added a layer of moisturizer before heading back out into the unknown. 

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They fell into a comfortable silence, Y/n getting drinks and snuggling into the couch as Luna resumed her coloring but continued to ask Leo every single question under the sun before asking him to color with her. By the end of the second hour, Luna was dozing off but fought against sleep as she wanted to tell Leo all about her favorite dinosaurs but not after letting him know she was sad he was a turtle and not a dinosaur. 

“Love, I think it’s time for bed.”

“No! Mommy, I’m not tired,” tears were streaming, suddenly standing from her spot and all but collapsed in Leo’s lap. He froze, not quite sure what to do but grabbed for her tiny knee so she didn’t fall off. 

“I think you are,” Y/n sang in a near whisper as she watched Luna relax in Leonardo’s grasp, her head laying against the crook of his neck, her little hand wrapped tightly around the strap across his chest as her other gripped an open pink marker that continued to mark along the underside of her chin and some of Leo’s chest.

Leonardo’s eyes fixated on the small child who clung to him. He’s saved children in the past but not one had clung to him with such persistence. Y/n’s heart was about to explode. Something about seeing him there, her daughter wrapped protectively in his arms made something primal scream for him. Both remained silent as Luna’s tired eyes closed, and her breathing evened and the grip along the marker slacked. Y/n felt that wire in her belly tense as thighs rubbed together, the slight friction frustratingly unsatisfactory before standing in a feeble attempt to some relief. It has been to long since another person has made her feel this way. She motioned for Leo to hand Luna over but what he did next surprised her. It shouldn’t have, but she wasn’t used to someone taking the lead and helping without being asked. He stood, Luna tucked in one arm, and nodded towards the hallway as if silently asking for her to take the lead. Her heart was going to burst because once again, there he goes and does these little act that causes her heart to melt and brain to fry. Then the man had to look at her daughter with such care as he stopped in front of the pink and green painted door. 

She pushed open Luna’s door and watched as Leo ducked into the small space, taking in the pink dino bedspread covered with stuffed animals of all kinds and the sticky stars that covered her ceiling. He looked so out of place that his large stature was almost comical but her laughter died as she watched him tuck her lil’ Luna-star in with such gentle care that Y/n’s heart squeezed tight. He patted her shoulder as she snuggled in with Mr.Binx and bid Leo goodnight before she drifted off in tiny snores. The room was silent as both Leo and Y/n took in the peaceful innocence before his striking blue eyes shifted back to her. They were unreadable and she felt her stomach tighten for a completely different reason than it had a few minutes earlier. 

Y/n softly closed the door when she heard the familiar scrape of the kitchen stool that signaled that Leo hadn’t left. That was a good sign…right? She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little nervous as she walked into the kitchen to see his arms folded across his chest, eyes set forward and completely still. 

“Lee–,” she began but by the look he gave her, she decided to hear what he had to say before she would jump to any conclusions. He’s surprised her more times than she could count so why would this be any different? Ever the optimist. 

“How old is she?” 

“Six.”

“Where’s her father?”

“No idea.” But by the look he shot her, his expression flashing before his face set in cold indifference. She knew that she needed to explain because she couldn’t handle the intensity of his deep cerulean eyes. He deserved the truth. He has taken all the surprises in stride and not once left her feeling alone and now it was her time to lay everything on the line. She knew that this was it, he’d know the truth and leave, just like…Y/n shuddered and with a sigh, she moved to grab a water bottle for each of them knowing that she was going to need something to do with her hands as she told her story. It has been a long time since she’s had to drudge up the past but she felt like she owed Leonardo an explanation. 

“His name was Brian. We met my freshman year of college and were on and off until graduation when we officially broke it off. But, not before I got pregnant. It wasn’t planned as both he and I used protection religiously, she was my little miracle. I told him once I was three months along cause we ran into each other at a coffee shop and he freaked. Said that there was no way that it was his, how I was a whore, and so on.” She waved it off, not wanting to go into too much detail about that day, it had been one of the worst days of her life. Turning with a sigh, she hoisted her body up to sit atop her counter by the sink, right across from where Leo now stood at the island, facing her, arms spread, biceps flexing as his grip on the counter tightened. She averted her gaze and continued.

After taking a much-needed sip, her eyes downcast, refusing to lock with him, she continued. “After that whole confrontation, we had agreed that he would not be held financially responsible for her and would not be required to be a part of her life. He agreed and that was it. Or it was until I was going into labor.” She rolled her eyes in frustration thinking back to that day. 

Her mom had run into him while getting some supplies for the nursery when she called to let her know that she was going into labor. Honestly it was all a wrong place at the wrong time. Looking back Y/n felt bad for cutting her mom out of her life for a brief time due to feeling betrayed by the one woman she should have been able to count on. But, it wasn’t at all malicious, Brian was just there when Corey received the call and she had been so happy she shared the news and in all the haste, he seemed happy to hear that he was having a little girl. Her mother was a hopeless romantic, which usually is an endearing quality, but in that instance, it was beyond frustrating. Corey ended up driving him to the hospital and he walked right in like it was the most natural thing to do. It was infuriating beyond belief. Y/n’s blood began to boil recalling how she screamed and yelled for him to leave but he was playing the victim. After her mom had talked her down, with the help of some of the nurses, she decided to give him one last chance to be a part of his daughter’s life. He accepted the offer but only lasted a total of four days before claiming that he couldn’t handle being a dad, stayed around long enough to sign over his parental rights and left. She hasn’t seen or heard from him since.

Leonardo stood patiently, listening to every word and holding on to them like a lifeline. If she hadn’t seen him from the corner of her eye, she’d have thought he left, his large, rigid body made no movement which was more proof of his ninja training. The longer she stared at him, waiting for something, anything, a movement or a list of questions or waiting for him to turn and disappear from her life. That last thought worried her but knew that she’d respect his decision and play the night out as if it were simply a dream. She had to be prepared, her defenses were building stronger and taller with each passing second as her breathing evened in an attempt to feign poise.  

“Does she know him, in any capacity?” 

That wasn’t what she had expected. Once again, being pleasantly surprised and despite his flat tone, she had a feeling that it was going to take a little bit more for him to get up and leave. She hoped. 

“She knows of him, but not him in any regards of being a dad. She’s never met him and she’s never asked, so I decided that I’d leave it up to her to ask when she was ready. I’m not going to bad mouth him because I want her to be able to formulate her own consensus.” Her mother thought she was crazy for that kind of thinking. Corey had been beyond pissed and upset that he’d just abandoned her daughter and granddaughter and couldn’t understand why Y/n didn’t rake him through the coals when she had the chance. There had been no fight, he had signed off his parental rights with a simple signature and a ‘see ya,’ on a random Tuesday afternoon six years ago. 

Y/n hopped off the counter, tossing her water bottle before turning back towards the cupboards, looking for something a little stronger. She was so much in her head that she hadn’t realized that Leonardo moved until her back bumped into the wall of muscle that braced against her back. 

Neither one moved, only a hitched breath could be heard as she felt the ghost of his cool breath tickling the hair at the nape of her neck. The sensation sent gooseflesh down her arms and prickled down her back. What she wouldn’t do to feel his arms wrap around her and fantasize how his lips would feel if they grazed at her nape. It had become so hot. Stifling. So much so that her brain clouded and her body relaxed back into his; her movement causing his hands to steady along her hips. Strong, calloused fingers grazed the exposed flesh just above the waistband of her sleep pants. 

“Y/n,” Leo’s voice dropped an octave and his breath ghosted over her sensitive ear lobe as she felt him bend to her height. She took a deep breath to clear her mind when she felt his lips almost graze her ear as he continued to speak. 

“I understand why you didn’t tell me.” His voice was genuine, and his words held no malice and she gasped as the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Her face heated as his fingers flexed so subtly along her hips that if she wasn’t so turned on right now, she may not have noticed. 

“She was a shock but,” a soft chuckle rocked against her back and her body relaxed even further into him, “it all just goes to show how amazing you are.” His head came to rest atop her crown as he held her close

Watching him play with Luna was heartwarming and genuine. He was so natural with her and it made her care for him all the more. She honestly felt ridiculous, standing here, pining after a man who was six years younger than her. 

“But,” her eyes widened, focused on their faint reflection in the stainless steel fridge door, and his grip tightened just a fraction. 

“I’ve met your family… I think it may be time you met mine.”

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A Little, Blue

Chapter 5: A Little Taken

*Warning: angst, blood, sexual innuendos*

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 “Who are you talking to?” Corey leaned across the counter, coffee clutched in one hand while the other points accusingly at her daughter’s phone. 

“Is it Mr. Blue Eyes?” The smirk on her mother’s face made her groan. Ever since she had met Leo, Corey has been borderline obsessed and wanted nothing more to see her daughter happy. 

“I will have you know–,” Y/n’s words were cut short as Corey snatched the phone and her eyes lifted, gleaming. 

“Meeting the family? This is pretty serious…” 

“It is platonic,” Y/n said, turning to distract herself, “he’s met both you and Luna and felt that it was customary since I already know of at least one of his brothers,” she continued, scanning the newly released books and placing them back onto the cart. 

“I’d believe you if you could say it while making eye contact and not have a blush crawling up your cheeks darling.” Her mother fixed her with an all knowing glance before nonchalantly taking an obnoxious sip from her chai latte. Corey was right. There was no use in denying that she had feelings for Leo but, she wasn’t sure if it was completely one sided. Sure, Leo has been more open since meeting Corey and then Luna. Their friendship for the past seven months has been so cherished yet she wasn’t sure what their ‘label’ was. If there was even a ‘label’ to be placed. Leonardo was a dear friend and she felt so incredibly blessed to have him in her life but… was there more going to come from this or was she beginning to get her hopes up? Was this too fast? What she falling in love with blinders on? Should she be cautious? What about Luna? There were so many ‘what-ifs’ that it made her head spin. 

The bell chimed above the door and made Y/n jump out form behind the desk in an attempt to greet the customer and get away from her hovering mother. 

“Hello, is there anything I can help you find?” 

A gruff, heavily tattooed looking man stoof before her, leather jacket, bared arms and overly tight leather pants as he gazed around the quaint shop. 

“Ya, got anythin’ on reptiles?” 

“Yes, towards the back half of the store just past the history section,” she pointed towards the signs labeling each designated section. 

“Cool, and dragons?” There was something off in the way he eyed her up and down as he said it, his hands leaving his pockets before clasping in a tight grip, cracking his knuckles in the process. The movement exposing an intricate purple dragon wrapping around his arm like a snake, from bicep to forearm, the fangs spanning between his thumb and pointer finger. Overall, intimidating. His smirk shown a golden tooth filed to a point. 

“Um, yeah, just around the corner in fantasy,” he grunted with a nod and moved towards the back. 

“Watch yourself with that one babe, I’m not leaving until he does.” Corey mean mugged the customer, Y/n was surprised he didn’t turn by feeling his back on fire. 

“Mom, you need to go pick up Luna, today is only a half day–”

“Yes, I’ll see you later tonight. When is Leo coming?”

“He said around eight or so,” 

“What are you wearing?” Corey teased, waggling her eyebrows as she sipped her latte and feigning ignorance at her daughter’s expense.

“Mom!” Y/n could feel the heat spread up her neck and cover her cheeks as she once again attempted to distract herself with adding sale stickers around the displays. 

“Make sure to pack something sexy.” Corey whispered into her cup before winking towards her daughter, loving how easily it was to get her thirty-year old daughter all flustered and embarrassed. 

“Honey, I think you need to get la–,” a finger was suddenly shoved in front of her face, silencing her opinionated statement. 

“If you love me at all, you will not finish that sentence.” Corey was fixed with a cold glare from her daughter before the feisty woman turned with a wink, strutting from the bookstore. Her mother was going to be the death of her one day, she swore it. 

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“Mommy! When is Leo coming?” Luna jumped up from her craft table before skipping to hang up her newest masterpiece on the fridge. Casper hissing as Luna accidentally stepped on his tail. 

“He’ll be here in less than three hours.”

“Hours!” Luna groaned, “why can’t he come now?” She placed her little hands and stomped her foot, fixing her mom with an attitude fit for a teenager and not a six year old. Where does she learn this? 

“We’ll see him soon enough, love.” She couldn’t help but feel relief at how much Luna adored Leonardo. He had stopped by before his patrol a few days ago and entertained Luna as she had been in the middle of hosting her weekly tea parties with all of her stuffies. Leonardo had been a champ, sitting across from her as he allowed her to place a crown atop his head and a fluffy, pink boa around his neck and draped a blanket over his shell as a cape. It was endearing and she couldn’t help but giggle as Luna called him out that he wasn’t drinking the ‘tea.’ She had even insisted that his pinky must be pointed as high as possible. Y/n’s heart squeezed at the implication that Leo demonstrated such a kind softness towards her little girl. Just making it harder for her to lie and say she wasn’t falling for him. 

That same night was when Y/n found that he actually loved tea, jasmine was one of his favorites and tea making was something that he did with his father on an almost daily basis. 

She was broken from her trance as Luna tugged open the fridge door with a strength of a linebaker saying how she was starving, despite already eating cut strawberries with whipped cream, a cookie and a sandwich less than twenty minutes ago. And that was when she saw Luna take a big yawn before rubbing along her eye. 

“I think someone is needing a nap.” Luna’s protest cut short as another yawn broke free and she dipped and picker her babygirl up before tucking her in for a quick nap before moving to get ready for the night. 

An hour later, Y/n was almost done with dishes as the lasagna had another thirty minutes left in the oven when she called out for Luna. 

“LuLu, c’mon babe, gotta get dressed,” Y/n called out as she finished up the dishes and glancing at the clock. They had about an hour before he arrived to pick them up. He said it’d be him and Donnie to pick us up and help carry the overstuffed lasagna that she had made. She’d be lying if she admitted that she wasn’t nervous. She hasn’t had to ‘meet the parents’ since her prom date junior year. Finishing up the last dish, she hadn’t heard Luna and called out but was answered with silence. 

“Luna, are you cleaning up your toys still?” Y/n heade down the hallway, drying her hands as she heard a scuffle coming from her daughter’s room. 

“Lu–,” a shrill scream broke the silence and Y/n was sprinting. The last thing she saw was a hulking figure in all black restraining her daughter in his rough grip before she felt something hit her from behind. The last thing she was her daughter reaching out towards her before she fell into darkness. 

“MOMMA!” 

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There was something wrong, it was too quiet. Leonardo was on alert as soon as he arrived and noticed the balcony door wide open, curtains blowing and Casper, Y/n’s cat roaming the alley below. 

“Don.”

“On it.” Donnie moved, both expanding through the apartment looking for clues. Leonardo’s stomach squeezed as he entered the kitchen to the scent of something burning. Turning off the oven and opening it to find the charred remains of what looked to be a lasagna had his heart picking up in tempo. He continued his trek towards the bathroom, then Y/n’s bedroom which looked to be untouched. He stood in front of Luna’s closed door, bracing for the worst before he steeled himself, pushing the door open. His throat went tight as air was sucekd from the room. Mr. Binx was on the floor, it’s head torn from its body. The window jammed open with a crowbar, coloring pages, markers and stuffies littered the floor. Blankets strewn everywhere and that was when Leo noticed a small splatter of blood at his feet. His heart stopped.

“Dee.” 

Donnie was there in an instant, his holodeck open, scanning as Leo’s eyes stayed locked on the small droplets of half-dried blood. 

“Purple Dragons.” His head snapped up at his brother’s confirmation. 

“Look,” he held out the crowbar from the window, a purple dragon was painted in the center. 

“Where are they.” Donnie began rattling off the two main areas that had the most activity as Leo made a call to Mikey and Raph. It was time to hunt. 

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“According to cell phone pings, Hugo is the one that stopped at the bookstore today and was in Y/n’s neighborhood earlier.” Donnie continued to spill more information but Leo was focused on the silhouette of the man who paced back and forth, on the phone. Hugo ‘Viper’ Von. Hun’s secondhand man. 

“Let’s go get my niece.” Mikey crooned, as he knocked elbows with Raph, both willing to go to battle for the woman who caught their oldest brother’s affection. Especially when they found out that she has a little girl. 

According to Donnie, there were only eight guards, two per entrance and exit. With further drone footage and building layout, there were less than thirty dragons. Guard switches every ten minutes, but with the help of Donnie’s drone, there was construction on the warehouse roof that allowed them to enter in undetected and gave them the upper hand as they could see the layout. 

No sooner had they entered did Leo’s eyes find Y/n and Luna. Luna was duct-taped to a chair sitting in front a television surrounded by at lest four guards. All four brothers groweld as soon as they picked up on the bruises that littered the girl’s arms and the tear tracks that stained down her smal face. Then, Leo found Y/n who was facing the opposite direction on the other side of the warehouse, placed similarly in a chair in front of Hun himself, her head hung limp, her fingers bordering on purple, face bruise and a dried mass of blood at the back of her head as Juego still paced on the phone. Don traced the call and the one known as Viper was busy arguing with a local pizzeria. Villains get hungry too. 

“Now.” Leonardo growled, and an explosion errupted on a cargo ship that sat alongside the warehouse. Chaos ensued as the guards ran around like their heads were cut off. Through the mayhem, Donnie applied another distraction by using his drone to drop mini hornets nest bombs as the guards exited the building. Raphael and Mikey worked to get lil’ Luna out as quickly and quietly as possible, Raph had already repaired Mr. Binx which was now wrapped up tight in her tiny arms as Leo watched them exit out where they came. 

“Turtles.” Hun’s voice rang through the warehouse as Leo stood less than six feet behind Y/n as Hun held a gun to her temple. She was now slumped, barely standing with Hun at her back, gripping her hair in a tight grip. Leo could easily see that one of her beautiful e/c eyes was swollen shut and he saw nothing but rage. 

“Let her go.” 

“Or what, mutant?” The sound of metal clanking as multiple guns came into view casting an illuminated glow from a flurry of tactical lights that casted Leonardo in a menacing shadow. His eyes flashed like twin blue flames, blazing with an anger so sharp it could cut though steel. 

“You’ve underestimated me and overestimated yourself. That’s going to cost you.” No sooner had the words left Leo’s mouth, his blades were drawn and a smoke bomb exploded allow ample coverage for him to disappear nto the shadows. Distant crunches, screams and the sound of men gurgling filled the smoke soaked room. Hun’s eyes widened as he dragged Y/n back until he found an exit and pushed the heavy metal doors aside. 

“LEO!” Y/n’s voice hoarse as she tried to fight with all she had left as Hun continued to drag her down the narrow dock. Hun had tripped over a warped wooden step and lost his grip on her hair. 

“Get up, you bitch!” He dipped to grip her but not before she turned and bit his outstretched hand, causing him to stumble and fall over a pile of broken machinery causing his foot to catch, twisting his foot in the opposite direction as his momentum push him back. A defining crack echoed over the still waters as he leg jutted out at a new angle. This allowed Donnie to reach Y/n and pulled her to safety as Leo stalked towards the broken man. The crime boss’ eyes alight with pain as he began to crawl backwards, eyes never leaving the mutant who loomed just a few feet back. Hun’s grip slipped as he met the wet edge of the dock, no where else to go as his head overhung the edge. 

“You’re just like me.” Hun spat as he attempted to sit up but he didn’t get far as the tip of a sharpened katana pressed into his chest.

“Your fate was sealed the moment you laid a hand on her. And now, you’re a broken man whose life ends here.” The memory of Luna’s tiny, innocent face and Y/n’s soft eyes covered in blood and bruises flooded his mind. 

“You’ll never hurt anyone again,” and in one swift motion, he brought both blades down, cutting the man in a single, decisive stroke.  

Rain poured from the stormy sky, washing the blood away as Leonardo stood, chest heaving. The first droplet struck his twin katanas, turning crimson stains into dark smears on the wooden dock. The only sounds were the gentle lap of water against the edge, broken by a thunderous crack as lightning split the sky.

In moments like these, the leader in blue was humbled. An empty, hollow feeling spread within him, soaked in shame, guilt, and a strange relief after the weight of life-altering choices. His thoughts blurred as cold rain streaked down his face. For a fleeting moment, he allowed himself to feel the sting of tears—not for Hun, but for the piece of himself now lost. The part that died the moment the blades crossed. The man who promised to protect his family now stood as someone he barely recognized. No amount of training, meditation, or failure had ever eased the truth: he held the power to take a life without hesitation, they all did. This was their world —his and his brothers'. They hadn’t asked for it. It was forged from instinct, determination, and survival. He never asked for this. None of them had.

But for now, there was only the storm above, the blood-soaked steel, and the silence that stretched between his heart and the sky.

“Leo.” Donnie’s quiet voice washed over Leo and he felt some tension relax from his shoulders as his family was safe. 

“Bro, let’s–,” Mikey’s plea was cut as Raphiel squeezed his shoulder, silently asking to give Leo a second before moving forward. Leo used Hun’s exposed pant leg to wipe his katana. Leaving behind the blood of his men on the man who doomed them. The silence palpable as he turned, faced his brothers. Luna asleep against Mikey’s shoulder, Donnie holding Y/n against his side as Raphael made his way towards him. 

“Get them home, Mike will go with you. Donnie and I will take care of this.” Raphael gripped Leo’s shoulder as if to ground him, an attempt to show that what was done is over. There was no other way around it. 

With a nod, they moved. Leonardo and Mikey heading back towards the truck with Y/n and Luna while Donnie was making contact with Chief Vincent and Raphael began the heavy lifting. 

The moon hung above, its pale light casting long, eerie shadows over the water. Like phantoms, the brothers melted into the night. The dark swallowed them whole, their presence dissipating like smoke carried away by an unseen wind. The docks soon empty, save for the stillness, and the city, unaware, continued to hum its nightly ritual.

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A Little, Blue - In Progress

Leonardo x FemReader: Leonardo had found himself injured, bleeding, and stuck on a balcony in the middle of winter. Y/n tries her best to save him but nothing ever goes to plan and sometimes you get more than you bargained for. Even the strongest need saving sometimes. (Can also be read on Ao3 & FanFiction)

Ch. 1 - A Little Meeting

Ch. 2 - A Little Time

Ch. 3 - A Little Surprise

Ch. 4 - A Little Guest

Ch. 5 - A Little Taken

Ch. 6 - A Little Questioning - WIP

Ch. 7

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Donnie & April

- AU sketch of Donnie & April

- Shitty sketch below 👍🏻

- his face looks fucking dumb

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🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

📷 What's set as your phone's lockscreen?

🥤 What's your go-to Starbucks order?

I grew up having dogs but now that I'm older & bitter, I think I prefer cats (despite being allergic)

My lockscreen is going through construction right now as I am creating a halloween aesthetic (I have an iPhone)

Not a fan of Starbucks, but the few times I've gone (or been dragged along) I get the Pink drink. I like coffee but I prefer iced coffee with loads of creamer/ caramel. I don't care if its -20º outside, I'm getting iced coffee.