Hello, welcome to my catch-all blog! You can just call me T'Witch! (Nickname curtesy of @thelaundrybitch) She/her and almost 30
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My main hyper-fixation right now is TMNT (Specifically Bayverse, but I reblog all iterations). I have not WATCHED Rise!TMNT or TOTTMNT yet, but I reblog and enjoy it still.
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I reblog and create NSFW content, so minors please DNI
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ALL NINJA TURTLES ARE OF AGE IN ALL NSFW CONTENT
Art requests
As of right now, I am a little slow with art, so I will not be taking any art requests.
Writing requests
WILL DO
- Canon x reader fluff and smut (mainly feminine/gender neutral reader)
- Canon x OC (As long as a good example is provided)
- Lighter side of BDSM (spanking, light bondage, dom/sub etc.)
- Headcanon, scenarios, prompts
- Light angst (example: depression/anxiety episode or injuries that don't kill the injured)
WON'T DO
- Non-con/dub-con
- T-cest
- Yandere/yangire or whatever the specific names are
- Hard/extreme angst (Death/murder, abuse, or toxic scenarios)
- AU's I don't own or have no knowledge of
- DDLG/Age regression
- Mutant Mayhem/Tales of/Rise TMNT (I reblog them only)
Below are links and my taglist! If you want to be added, please message me
♡Original OCs♡
Myrtha
♡Nucleotidal-wave AU♡
Art
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♡Headcannons♡
Boggle! - (Bayverse) Rats do this thing called 'boggle' when their happy, here's how the boys react to Master Splinter doing it
Unfrosted poptarts - (Bayverse) Unfrosted poptarts are BULLSHIT! (co-wrote with the amazing @thelaundrybitch )
Pizza rolls/hot pocket - (Any iteration) Mikey doesn't like pizza rolls or hot pockets, that is all.
Amnesia headcanons - (Bayverse) How the boys react to the reader having amnesia (slight angst, happy ending)
♡Every Path has a few Puddles♡
Chapter 1
♡Oneshots & Short fics♡
Protecting his Peace part 1 part 2 - (Bayverse) Reader protects Raph's peace when no one else does, simple fluff and random plot idea.
Boxing therapy - (Bayverse) Reader has a terrible day and Raph suggests boxing it out (Inspired by a quote by @thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos )
Weapon accessory gifts - (Bayverse or can translate to any) The turtles get reader a weapon/accessory to keep them safe. Feminine reader.
Sincerity part 1 - (Bayverse) Shy reader with a nervous stutter is never sure Mikey truly means it when he flirts with her, so he figures out a way to prove his sincerity.
Tricks, treats, and turtles, oh my! (Bayverse) Short Halloween one shot. April and Casey throw the work annual Halloween party and of course the turtles attend, but then four more turtles show up?
Magdalene and Orion - Two fankid OC's I made for two of my close friends.
I am back with a slightly delayed prompt of the month from @thelaundrybitch this one for the month of May.
**The accidental kiss** - maybe feelings finally take over. Or maybe you/TOC leans down and gives you a big ol' smooch before leaving one night. Maybe it means something, maybe it doesn't.
Now, the Red One seemed to be insistent that I use him as the TOC for this prompt, so you all get the big grumpy turtleman Raph for this one.
For this one we have Raph x female reader, friends to lovers, everything changing on the night of that kiss.
Note: This one-shot is 18+ it does contain smut, characters are all aged up, her appearance is up to you. Smut contains oral, female receiving, and male receiving, hands and mouth, no actual penetrative sex, my writing muse decided that this story needed a dose of realism and logically, they'd have to work up to it...because Raph is massive 😉
If you enjoy my work, please consider leaving a like, commenting or reblogging!
Special thanks to @adebauchedsloth for beta reading!
You hadn’t meant to…but the moment your lips met his, you knew you were done for. The softness of his mouth was unexpected—firm and lingering just long enough to stir something within.
Friends didn’t kiss friends and inadvertently catch feelings for said friend, did they?
Let’s go back to the beginning.
Raphael—a one-turtle wrecking ball of muscle and power, standing six feet tall or more—was your friend. Your best friend for over a year. It was difficult to pin down exactly when you two became friends. Introduced by your mutual friend, April, you were lucky enough to gain their trust, especially his.
In the beginning, you were quite sure that Raph really disliked you. True, the big, red brute didn’t exactly exude a friendly demeanour, and it appeared as though he was actively avoiding you whenever you’d come to visit. If the gathering was at your place, he remained quiet and moody, his replies reduced to one-word answers whenever you tried to engage with him, yet still remembered his manners whenever you gave him something.
Then, he’d tried your cooking and visibly appeared as though he was enjoying it. You’d actually got five words from him that day, all strung together.
“Thanks, this is really good.”
In the following weeks, whatever hangups he’d held concerning you had seemed to dissipate, and he finally began talking to you a little more. From these small conversations, you’d discovered that you both had a lot in common, such as similar tastes in TV shows, movies, and video games. It was a downhill slide into friendship from there.
You surmised that his hesitancy to get to know you during those first few weeks was simply his tendency to be slow to trust new people. That was the explanation his brothers had given you as an attempt to dissuade you from giving up on him. If you were honest with yourself, the thought had crossed your mind. If he had been determined to dislike you, you would have accepted it, despite the hurt that came with it. Like him, you were not everyone’s cup of tea either.
You’d never been so relieved to be wrong about your assumptions. It felt like a privilege and a gift to be welcomed into his world because he was exceedingly more interesting than you’d originally realized. Raphael was wrapped up in many layers of complexity, and you’d barely scratched the surface. It was only through many repeated meetups and group get-togethers that you two had really gotten to know each other and transcended into ‘best’ friend territory.
For all the curveballs life decided to mercilessly bestow upon you, Raph was there, and for every less than favourable moment he endured, you were there for him in turn.
You lost your job? Raph had been there with your favourite snacks and had already asked Donnie to search for replacement jobs for you.
Another patrol gone wrong for him? You baked his favourite cookies (peanut butter chocolate-chip) and told him to come over so the two of you could watch something loud and action-packed.
You were sick, on your period, or otherwise not at your best? He wouldn’t come over unless you gave him the green light to do so. He respected that you sometimes needed your space, offering quiet support from afar.
Likewise, you understood his need for alone time as well and never pushed for him to grace you with his presence, though he never stayed away for long. Something about you always drew him back, and out he would emerge like a hermit crab from its shell.
Recalling the most recent breakup, he’d been there for that, too. When you’d first started the relationship, Raph had become grumpier and quieter, leading you to believe he wasn’t really okay with it, or with the person you were dating, for that matter, but never once did he tell you to break up with the guy or offer any unsolicited advice.
He had his reservations, of course, ready in his back pocket for the day you asked his opinion, because fuck, he really didn’t like that guy. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to be happy, but he’d known the guy was bad news from the moment you’d told him how the first date had gone. He’d held out hope that you’d be smart enough and have the awareness to see for yourself, but the second that guy got out of line and hurt you, he’d make him wish he’d done anything else but.
The day the relationship broke down, he waited, hoping you’d reach out, and true to form, you did, sobbing in such a state of self-pity that you kept repeating how stupid you were. The second you’d asked for him, he’d dropped everything and left. Once there, he first made sure you had something to eat and drink, ordered your favourite takeout, and asked if you wanted to talk about it.
Never once did he say he told you this would happen or make you feel that any of this was your fault. Instead, he reminded you of your own inner strength and how you were free now from someone who’d been treating you badly. At one point, you asked for a hug, and no force on Earth could have stopped him from taking you into his arms.
“I gotcha, yer gonna be okay, don’t waste another thought on that asshole.”
Though you hadn’t seen it then, perhaps the connection you shared had always been there, hidden and dormant, waiting for just the right moment to evolve.
Both of you just needed a little push—a series of events perfectly orchestrated by the strings of fate itself.
It all started innocently enough. You’d just finished cooking dinner for yourself, and there was much more than you could possibly eat. Even if you saved it, you’d have leftovers for days, and if you were truly honest, you’d only want to eat them a day or two later, before the rest spoiled in your fridge…unless…
“Hey, Raph, you should come over. I made too much food again.” It wasn’t as though you planned to cook for him. The recipe for these Hawaiian meatballs called for an entire box of meatballs. “I got dessert too.” You added with a grin.
“I’ll never say no to a free dinner,” his gravelly voice replied.
Raph was more than happy to hop over for food, especially your cooking. It was one of the first things about you that made him lower his guard and let you into his world. He was very slow to trust and initially hesitant to get close to you because he was sure you’d find him unpleasant to be around. Foolishly, he assumed you’d gravitate toward his brothers instead, so he didn’t see the point.
After that first bite, it hit him just how wrong he was. You were kind and funny, and your cooking never disappointed. As things progressed, he found acceptance in himself with the fact that you really did like him.
For whatever reason, you wanted to be around him, and he, in turn, found he really enjoyed your company as well. It was a done deal; he craved your attention and found every reason he could to be in your presence.
Of course, he was in complete denial about the development of his romantic feelings for you. There was no way he could like you more than a friend, and he was absolutely sure you’d only ever see him as such.
Despite everything, it warmed his heart greatly that, in events like this, you always thought to call him first to share your cooking.
This had been going on for months. Just the two of you having weekly dinners together. Occasionally, you cooked for his brothers as well, but that meant doubling your recipes and leaving absolutely no leftovers. They often defaulted to ordering pizza because each of them could finish one on their own, and it was an easy way to feed them all. As your best friend, Raph was always your first choice for an impromptu dinner date.
After the call, you bustled about, preparing the plates—a modest portion for yourself and a much larger one for him. This turtleman was over 200 pounds of muscle, and that kind of power required a lot of fuel.
Luckily, you liked to cook and usually ended up with way more food than you could eat.
Just as you were placing the food on the table, you heard the distinct tap of his knuckle on the glass, his way of not startling you. Quickly, you waved him in, and the soft slide of the window preceded his entrance. Despite his size, he could be as silent as he wished, his footfalls barely audible as he closed the window and drew the curtains.
“Smells amazin’,” he commented, stepping into the kitchen. “Ya sure ya ain’t hidin’ Guy Fieri round here?”
You snorted softly at the light teasing, rolling your eyes before giving him a smirk.
“If anyone needs his help, it’s you, he who tried to microwave a boiled egg,” you sassed.
Raph huffed in playful indignation. “That was one time!”
You just laughed, poking his massive bicep. “That’s all it takes, one time.”
“Har, har,” he deadpanned, looking around your kitchen and automatically using his superior sense of smell to see what you cooked.
“Hawaiian meatballs and rice,” you replied, handing him a fork. “Easy, meatballs in the Instant Pot and rice in the rice cooker.”
It was almost funny how fast he moved to the table to sit, barely remembering to use his manners and eking out a quick thanks.
Raph was adorable when he really liked something. He eased his bulk into your small kitchen chair and dug in right away. His sounds of enjoyment, how quickly he cleaned his plate, and his request for more were endearing. By the time you’d finished your own plate, he was already polishing off his second helping.
You couldn’t help but giggle softly at his antics. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“You kiddin’? Yer an amazing cook, I should be so lucky that I’m the one who gets to eat with ya. Hell, I’m still thinking about that stir fry ya made last week.”
A soft blush colored your cheeks as he spoke, praising you like you were a Michelin-starred chef. It was enough to make you babble out an answer, humbly downplaying your skills in the kitchen. “Aw, I’m just trying not to have a ton of leftovers.”
“It’s good, better than Mikey’s cookin’, don’t tell him I said that.” That was high praise indeed because you’d tried Mikey’s cooking and it was very good. Mikey did most of the cooking in the lair after all, but he liked to experiment with interesting ingredients and spices, though, and sometimes it ended up being too much for your palate. You preferred simple, yet hearty recipes. Soups and stews were your favourite.
Apparently, they were Raph’s as well. He’d had three bowls of beef stew the last time you made it.
Despite having a fairly good appetite, Raph never finished your food completely; he only ever took enough so you’d still have leftovers for the following day.
He was thoughtful like that. His kindness manifested itself in other ways as well. Sometimes you found little presents, secretly stashed where he knew you’d see them.
Much like a dog bringing a special stick for its preferred human, Raph was thoughtful in a way that reminded you a little of a crow. He would take the time to leave your favourite drink or a chocolate bar you liked on the fire escape during his patrols, or leave a little something in the lair for you to find.
It was very sweet of him, and over the course of your friendship, you found yourself contemplating what it would be like if you were more than just friends. Surely it was just wishful thinking on your part; you’d been friends for about a year, and Raph would’ve made a move if he was interested, right?
On this particular night, however, the veil of uncertainty was not only lifted but completely tossed out the window.
It was during the cleanup after dinner. You’d packed up the rest of dinner in one of your glass containers while Raph was gathering the plates and rinsing them in the sink before loading them into your dishwasher. As you put the container in the fridge and turned to gather the inner pots from the rice cooker and the instant pot, you slipped. There was a small puddle of water on the floor, and you’d lost your footing on the slippery kitchen tiles.
Before you could fall flat on your face in an embarrassing display of clumsiness, his strong arm shot out and caught you, pulling you flush against his very solid chest. Startled, you tilted your face up, and the momentum brought your lips together in a brief yet unexpected kiss.
His mouth, of course, was larger than yours, but far softer than you imagined. It nearly enveloped yours before he quickly pulled away. A myriad of expressions crossed his face as he released you. Shock, realization, and panic were most evident as his alarmed gaze darted around the kitchen. He was trapped.
“S-sorry, fuck, I didn’t mean ta…” he stammered, backing away as he tried to make his retreat, his eyes wide. It was reminiscent of a caged animal, looking for a way to escape a dangerous situation.
Did he really regret kissing you that much? The thought sparked a flicker of uncertainty, but if there was ever a time to be honest about your feelings, this was your chance. It was now or never.
“Raph…it’s…it’s okay. I didn’t mind.” Your heart was pounding in your ears as you waited for his answer. No longer trying to run, he seemed to be trying to form something that resembled a coherent answer.
“…Really?” The tiny amount of hope in his voice made you want to reach out and hold him, especially with the following comment of, “But I’m…not human.”
He was so sweet and clueless, thinking that mattered to you. Taking a deep breath, you continued, “I’m okay with that, in fact, I like that about you, Raph.”
He looked as though you’d cracked the code to his innermost workings, but was still trying to process what you’d just said.
“Ya like… me?” he was dumbfounded. How could someone as pretty and perfect as you possibly like him? He still seemed to be in fight-or-flight mode, so you spoke a bit more gently.
“I do like you, Raph.” Your voice was stronger now, your confidence growing. “Please don’t run.” Carefully, you placed your hand on his chest to ground him, and felt him release a shaky breath.
“I… like ya too…” he laughed softly, relieved and still in disbelief that he’d somehow caught your eye. He’d spent all these months thinking something like this would never happen for him. In his mirth, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you, properly this time.
You smiled into the kiss, your lips sliding over his slowly at first as your arms slid around his neck. Just a taste of you was not enough, apparently, as he opened his mouth and, with careful insistence, demanded entry to yours, and you were unable to deny him.
His larger tongue swept into your mouth, and you moaned, tangling yours with his in an age-old dance that seemed to come naturally to both of you.
Raph tightened his hold on you, pressing you closer as the kiss grew more heated and he plundered your mouth. Reluctantly, you pulled away to catch your breath, and you laughed softly as he pressed his forehead against yours. His chest heaved lightly as well, and, pressed so close, you could even feel his heart beating rapidly beneath the firm plastron.
“Is this real?” he husked, his green eyes boring into yours with a soft warmth reserved only for you.
“It’s real…I’m real.” You whispered, reaching to cradle the back of his head. “Stay with me.”
“Always.” He answered fiercely, cradling you close, protectiveness emanating in waves.
The intensity of the moment had you shying away a little. With a nervous giggle, you planted a quick kiss on his snoot before hiding your face in his chest. “Good…” you murmured, “cuz I’m not gonna let you go.”
Raph rumbled with a low chuckle and wrapped his arms around you just a bit more tightly while he kissed your head. Now more at ease with the brand new concept of having you as his girlfriend, he continued to hold you quietly for a moment. “Gotta say, feels real nice havin’ ya in my arms like this.”
Warmth bloomed in your chest as you smiled. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he husked, “but it also makes it easier ta do this.”
Without giving you time to react, Raph attacked with gentle, tickling fingers, intent on making you laugh and squirm.
“Raph!!” you squealed, writhing around like a noodle in his arms, trying to escape. “You jerk!”
“Whatsa matter? Why ain’tcha runnin’?” he teased, still tickling you while holding you close.
Finally, you managed to slip through his arms and duck out of his grasp as you made a mad dash for your room. A gasp escaped your lips, your adrenaline spiking as you heard his heavy footsteps behind you, chasing you like you were his prey. Still cocky though, you breathlessly called behind yourself, “Can’t catch me!”
“That’s what you think, sweetheart.” Of course, he caught up with you, scooped you up, and pulled you onto the bed as you shrieked in surprise. Not giving you a moment to breathe, he sealed his mouth over yours in a deep kiss and planted ticklish pecks all over your neck and the exposed skin just above your breasts.
You were still catching your breath as your eyes met, the playful situation now more of something heavier, deeper, an unspoken agreement between you both that you needed something more.
With his weight carefully distributed on top of you, Raph captured your lips desperately, a low groan rumbling out of him as you returned the kiss just as passionately.
He broke the kiss moments later, looking as if he really couldn’t understand how he got so lucky to be in this position with you.
“How can ya kiss me so sweetly when I’m lookin’ like the creature from the black lagoon?” he wondered, taking a moment to caress your cheek.
As off-putting as he found himself, his turtley features made him all the more attractive and handsome in your eyes.
You were, after all, a reader of non-human smut-based romance novels with an affinity for big, grouchy creatures with a soft side reserved only for the ones they choose to be with.
“Raph, I don’t know how you don’t see it, but you are a very attractive guy. You are to me, anyway, and anyone who told you otherwise just doesn’t understand how special you are.” Speaking from the heart, you cupped his large face in your hands, rubbing your thumb over the scar above his lip. It was your hope that your words really hit home because this man deserved to feel confident about himself.
He made no attempt to refute your claims; instead, he seemed to swell with pride, smiling as he dipped his head down to yours, kissing you with a renewed sense of need.
Dear Lord, this man could kiss. Despite the fact that his mouth was huge, he’d had enough practice to know exactly how to move his lips over yours, gently sucking your bottom lip and coaxing you into opening your mouth as though it was an effortless feat.
Thus far, he’d restricted himself to nothing more than respectful touches, smoothing his hands over your arms, tangling his fingers in your hair and brushing his knuckles against your cheek. Hearing you groan with the onset of deeper kisses seemed to unleash a slightly more feral version of himself.
He stole the breath from your lips, first by tightening his hold on you and sliding his hand down your side with purpose to grasp your thigh, hiking it up.
One roll of his hips on yours had heat pooling in your core. You grasped at his shoulders, your desperation matching his as the scent of your arousal quickly became evident, especially to him.
Raph tore his mouth from yours, looking positively feral, a growl rumbling in his chest as he tried to regain some sense of control.
“I’m…tryin’ not to throw too much atcha at once, but fuck, baby, you smell amazing…”
“Of course you can smell that…” you answered breathlessly, while raising an eyebrow at him. “What does that tell you?”
He smirked, his deep chuckle belying a longing to have more of you. “Tells me, I should never doubt you again, but also fuck me, this is moving faster than I thought it would, and I wanna touch ya, baby…can I?”
You were quite certain that, aside from lightning striking you down, nothing he could say would make you deny him; you’d stamped your approval of such a thing long ago, on the slim chance the stars would align and your relationship might develop from friendship to something more. You’d imagined countless interactions like this one, and you knew Raph would take care of you in the most intimate of ways.
“Yes…Please, Raph, I need you to touch me, please.” If it sounded as though you were a little too desperate, there was no shame in it. You could tell by the way his gaze darkened with need that he wanted this just as much as you did.
Rolling to his side, Raph released his hold on your thigh and gently brushed his fingers over the thin expanse of skin between the waistband of your pyjama shorts and the hem of your tank top. The rough pads of his fingertips on the softness of your belly made you shiver, and then he carefully pushed the fabric up, watching you for any sign that you might tell him to stop.
That was the last thing on your mind; instead, you were wishing you hadn’t worn a bra, but an hour ago, the thought would’ve been incomprehensible since he was just a friend then.
He didn’t seem to mind, however, carefully taking one of your covered breasts into his large hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Perfect…” he murmured, doing the same to the other one. “This ones a bit smaller.”
You laughed, despite the fact that he was feeling you up like this. Of course, his ninja hands would be able to pick up the slight difference in size between your breasts.
“How very astute of you, gonna give me a breast exam next?”
Your sass earned you a very deliberate brush of his thumb across your nipple, and then he was pulling the bra down to give you a small pinch, making you gasp.
“Behave yaself, I’m just gettin’ started. Arms up.”
You did as he asked and your top was pulled up and off. Then he turned you gently to work the back clasp of your bra. That too was removed, and he kissed his way between the valley of your breasts while caressing one with gentle squeezes.
“This one seems alright…” he kissed your nipple and moved onto the next,kissing that one too, but this time his tongue swirled around that nipple with the purpose of making you moan before he released it, blowing a soft puff of air on the damp skin. “That one is real good.”
“Fuck…” you breathed. “Please more.”
Raph was more than happy to spend some time worshipping your breasts, alternating between them and sucking each nipple until they appeared perfectly firm. All the while, you were practically squirming beneath him, groaning in pleasure as the pressure between your legs grew.
“Raph…fuck, go lower…”
Your shorts and underwear were both removed a bit roughly while he nudged your legs apart. Your heart was pounding as you watched him slide a large finger through your folds.
“So fucking wet…all cuz of me.” His expression, while positively carnal, was laced with pride at the fact that he’d been the one to elicit such a response in you.
You trembled from both his touch and the reverence in his voice.
“Don’t worry, sweetness, I’m gonna take care of ya.” His finger was doing long strokes from your clit, through your folds to your opening as though he was playing you like an instrument, and your body came alive. No one had ever made your body respond quite like this like this. Already, Raph seemed to know you intimately, learning for himself all of the ways you liked to be touched.
“That’s…ah…right there…holy shit!”
After working your clit with his thumb, he’d gently prodded your opening with his index finger before pushing inside.
“This okay?” he asked, only slightly concerned that this might be painful for you.
“Yes! Yes, okay…yesss.” You hissed in pleasure as he curled it within your depths, finding just what he was looking for to amplify your impending release.
His finger and thumb never stopped moving, even as he moved to kiss you, swallowing up your desperate sounds while your hands grappled for his shoulders, squeezing tightly.
It was when your thighs began to shake uncontrollably that he finally broke the kiss, his deep voice in a husk, “That’s it…you’re gonna cum so beautifully for me, darlin’.”
A strangled whimper was your response as you felt him shifting his body, moving his bulk down between your legs and settling himself there.
“Never did get to have my dessert,” he noted, removing his thumb to replace it with his tongue.
With the combined stimulation of his tongue on your clit and his finger buried deep, you were beyond words, your body snapped tight like a rubber band at the very edge.
“C’mon sweetheart, let go for me, I gotcha…” he applied more pressure with his teasing tongue at just the right spot.
To say you cried out his name was an understatement as you nearly screamed it in the throes of your release. Raph worked you through it with every intention of prolonging it as long as possible. It was only when you finally relaxed, shuddering from the onset of sensitivity, that he finally drew his hand away, but not before tasting the essence of you by sucking on the finger that was inside of you moments ago.
“Lookin’ forward to doin’ this with just my tongue next time. Ya taste so sweet.”
Your entire body was flushed pink as you drew forth a breathless laugh, watching him adjust his shorts.
At just a glance, you could tell it was something impressive. Your intrigue at what lay beneath had you moving to your knees and reaching for him.
“Wait…” he stilled your hand while putting forth a sense of uncertainty you were sure probably had something to do with his anatomical differences compared to your own.
“It’s okay, Raph, you’re not gonna scare me with whatever you have hiding in there. Let me see?” you implored him gently while rubbing his thigh.
Some of the tension he’d been holding onto seemed to dissipate as he moved his hand, allowing you access to a part of himself that very few had been granted the privilege of seeing.
Wordlessly, you guided him to sit back against the pillows and cushioned headboard of your bed and placed your hands on his shorts before gently pulling them down.
“Just… I’ll understand if ya wanna take things slow, it’s…it’s a lot.” He was still speaking a bit too fast as you revealed an absolutely massive cock, the likes of which you’d never seen before.
“Oh…” you softly exclaimed, pulling his shorts down and off so you could really get a good look at him.
You’d seen what an actual turtle penis looked like; the cloaca anatomy was the same, but his manhood was definitely not. The head of his cock flared outward with an almost flower-like appearance, blush pink before tapering off to a darker green at the bottom. He was thicker than anything you’d experienced before and longer, too. You estimated over eight inches; only about seven would be feasible to fit inside of you.
“Um, wow, you weren’t kidding…” His cock was as intimidating as the rest of him, and taking it was going to require a lot of careful stretching over quite a few sessions for you to get used to him. With a sinking feeling in your stomach and a flash of disappointment, you realized that tonight you probably weren’t going to be able to manage it.
It wasn’t difficult for Raph to sense the turmoil in your thoughts as he drew your attention back to him. “Hey… sweetheart, listen, we don’t gotta shoot for a homerun tonight, it’s gonna take patience, and a lotta lube plus me getting you ready before you can take even half of this, I’m just happy to be here with ya, however ya wanna do this, I’m game for it.”
Now it was your turn to feel more at ease as you let out a breath of relief. “Time, patience, and a lot of lube,” you agreed, “and maybe the purchase of some larger toys to help with the stretch.” It was okay that you were unprepared for this sexual encounter. Neither of you had been expecting a kiss, let alone being in your bed with not a stitch of clothing between you.
“Anything you need.” He said, briefly touching your arm with a feather-light caress. “I got stuff back home, even rings that’ll stop me from going too far into you.”
Your heart swelled from his thoughtfulness in this manner, and you rubbed his chest lovingly. “I am one hundred percent on board with that. For now, though, can I try a different way to make you feel good?”
“Absolutely…” He was trying not to appear too eager for your touch, but he craved it, had fantasized many times about this exact situation, with you in control, just like this.
After moving to straddle his massive thighs, you reached to grasp him firmly and stroked him gently as a hiss of air escaped his lips. He was impressive, quite thick, your thumb and forefinger barely able to touch as you worked him slowly.
“Just like that, baby…”
You were growing more confident with each deep stroke of his length, and it was apparent that Raph was enjoying it as well, with how he was trying hard not to thrust up into your hand. Tightening your grip just slightly and rubbing your thumb over the frenulum and his unique tip made him groan and buck his hips.
“Shit…” His control was fraying. He was now fisting the sheets and biting his bottom lip, his huge chest heaving; it wouldn’t be long.
You simply smirked, stroking him faster. “Feels good?” With your voice pitched lower, you added, “I want to see you finish for me, Raph, I want you to cum on my hand, make an absolute mess of things.”
He growled, his body tensing up as a precursor to his release, “I’m fucking close… keep stroking me, baby, just like that…”
It was surreal, seeing how much of an effect you had just by using your hand to pleasure him. Licking your lips, you peered down at his very unique tip, fluttering and pulsing slightly from your touch.
While maintaining your pace, you decided to run your tongue from the frenulum to the small slit that was very generously leaking pre-cum onto your hand and swirl it around.
The effect was instantaneous as Raph’s entire body jerked and he swore loudly, “FUCK!” The finishing move, the teasing touch of your tongue on his cock had led to an absolutely explosive release.
Hot liquid shot out in spurts, coating your hand and dripping down onto his lower plastron as he shuddered in pleasure.
“Fuck…fuck…” he breathed, basking in the moment before the absence of your touch brought him back to himself, his softening length now lying in a pool of his cum on his lower plastron.
You were shuffling around on the bed looking for something to clean your hand with.
“Shit, baby, I’m sorry, here, use these.” He was tossing his gym shorts over that you caught in your clean hand.
“Then they’ll be messed up.” You protested gently, “What will you wear?”
He laughed, deeply and full of reverence for what just transpired between you both, “Sweetheart, I don’t plan on wearing much after what we just did. Clothing optional.”
You snorted with laughter, using his shorts to clean your hands and the mess that was left over on him before tossing them into your laundry basket. Satisfied with that and noting how quickly his cock had retreated back inside his tail, you had little time to react before Raph had taken hold of you and gently pulled you back down into his huge arms and warm embrace.
“You are fucking awesome, baby, fucking best hand job of my life.” He praised, kissing you more than a few times to show just how much he appreciated you. “Ya didn’t have to, but ya did, and I’m really grateful ya liked it.”
“I wanted to.” You giggled between his kisses. “That’s what girlfriends do, right?”
He grew quiet then, fixing you with an intense look that made you nervous because neither of you had placed a label on what this was now. Best friends, yes, girlfriend and boyfriend? Partners? You hoped he was on the same page as you.
“Only the best girlfriends will put their mouths on a mutant turtle cock willingly.” He said, making you blush. “You’re more than just my girlfriend, you’re my best friend, somethin’ real special, and I can’t believe I got so lucky.”
You kissed him as the tension eked out of you like a slowly deflating balloon. His resolve was solid, just as unmoving as he was when he’d made up his mind about something.
In that moment, you’d become the single most important person in his life, and he had needed you more than he’d ever thought possible.
You needed him, too. You always have. He was your best friend and everything you wanted in a partner. You thanked whatever deities had brought you together in this moment. Who knew it would take only a near-wipeout-turned-surprise kiss for you both to confess your feelings?
Given how much this man loved to eat, you had a sneaking suspicion that this would lead to many more dinners, just like this one.
Apologies, my lovely readers, I had intended this to be posted last night, and then I started to have cold symptoms, and then I had to work a full day today. Also I know I have a few asks in my inbox I haven't had a chance to get to yet, but I will!
Here it is, though! The long-awaited part 2 of this story. This is the one with the smut 😉 Leon finally gets his chance to make things right with our Reader. What did he end up doing with the help of Shelldon? Is the 'grand romantic gesture' going to work out for him? Click 'keep reading' to find out!
Thank you to everyone who left likes, comments or took the time to reblog the first part of this. You are all wonderful!
Link to Part 1
Thanks again to everyone who helped me make this story a reality. You know who you are and I appreciate you so much.
Note: All characters are aged up and in their early thirties. This chapter does contain smut - consenting adults participating in sexual activity that will include oral, female receiving, and p in v sex. Also, it does contain a description of Leon's non-human anatomy.
This is the song I picked for this story and the one Leon uses in his 'surprise'.
It was Saturday night and you had no plans, no one to see, nothing to do except laze about in your pyjamas with your favourite takeout. It was the kind of relaxing evening you loved, yet you couldn’t reach the contentment you usually felt. You were lonely, simply put. In the past, Leon had always found some reason to contact you on Saturday nights. He’d once asked for your opinion on which socks to wear on Monday morning, clearly looking for any excuse to talk to you. At the time, you’d felt so irritated. Why couldn’t he leave you alone? Now, however, you’d welcome the distraction if it meant hearing his voice again.
Still caught up in your thoughts, you barely missed the sound of something tapping on your window. Was it a bird? Some wayward woodpecker lost in the city?
No, you were more than a little surprised to see it was…Shelldon?! Donnie’s little turtlebot son of all things. You’d seen the little bot flitting around between the floors, either delivering messages or dropping off packages. He always asked for skritches upon completing a job, and you always obliged.
Now, he was outside your window with a sign in his mouth that said ‘LOOK DOWN’.
Look down? That wasn’t ominous at all, but you nodded to the little bot and went out to your balcony to look down at the street. Shelldon whizzed away happily, his job complete, while your gaze fell on none other than Leon holding…a boombox. He was impeccably dressed in one of his nicer-looking suits, a deep navy blue with a tie in a swirling pattern of ocean colours. Beside him on the ground were two items: a bouquet of flowers and some large, flat panels that you could assume were signs of some sort.
A song came belting out of the boombox, and heat flooded your cheeks.
“What are you doing?!” you questioned as the song began to play.
“What I should’ve done a long time ago!” he called back, smiling like a loon.
I gave up a long time ago
Trying to find love
TV told me it was like the movies
But it never was
And I couldn't beat it or join it
So, I just avoided it
Come what may
Then you came
The lyrics hit more deeply than you expected them to, and the embarrassment of what he was doing seemed to melt away.
And I wanna hold you in my arms
I wanna let you break my heart
I wanna feel the way it feels to make you stay
And I know you'll bring me to my knees
I know you're way out of my league
I know I can't afford the price I'm gonna pay
But I want you anyway
Leon was…doing the stereotypical grand romantic gesture—the kind a male lead would make at the very end of a romance movie to profess his love for the female lead. Because of course he would. Leon never did anything halfway; it was go big or go home, as far as he was concerned.
As the music crescendoed, he placed the boombox down in front of himself and went to grab the signs. As though he came straight out of Love Actually, he held up the first one.
I’M SORRY
The second sign read:
I WAS AN IDIOT
At that one, you nodded enthusiastically in agreement, throwing your hands up for good measure.
I WAS SCARED
I DIDN’T WANT TO LET YOU GO
I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE BETTER THIS WAY
IT WASN’T RIGHT AND I KNOW THAT NOW
I MISS YOU
CAN WE TALK?
You contemplated this, turning around as though you might refuse his request. He had embarrassed you after all, and made you question whether he had ever had feelings for you. You didn’t want to be completely sucked in by this grandiose gesture without considering all the facts.
Yes, Leon was an idiot, but perhaps he deserved one more chance to prove himself. Turning, you waved him up and watched as he quickly switched off his boombox and pulled one of his katanas from…somewhere before cutting a portal right up to your balcony.
He stepped out right next to you and quietly handed you the flowers. It was an absolutely gorgeous bouquet with white roses, blue hyacinths, baby’s breath and white tulips. There was some lily of the valley tucked in there as well. The flowers were emanating a lovely, sweet scent that you inhaled deeply.
“Donnie and his girlfriend helped put this together for me. It’s an apology bouquet,” he quietly explained, then added, “Yes, I did finally apologize to her.”
“They’re beautiful.” You offered him a small smile.
Leon, who’d been tense but unwilling to admit that, relaxed a fraction. Relief was etched on his expression as he settled into his default, cocky grin.
“The white roses are for sincerity, the tulips symbolize forgiveness, and the blue hyacinths are…for peace, which I am hoping to give you.”
You could feel your emotions starting to get the best of you, with the lump forming in your throat and the shaky breath you drew. You did have feelings for him, this much you knew, but he needed to know what he’d done to you before you allowed this to go any further.
“You…hurt me.” You began, trying to keep your voice strong. “I couldn’t understand why you pushed me away. I thought you’d be happy for me.”
Leon did have the decency to look very regretful of that fact and set about explaining himself. “I am sorry for that, and I am exceedingly happy for you.” He took a deep breath then. “I didn’t want things to change, and I did not handle myself well when you announced you were leaving. This does not excuse my actions; it was wrong of me, and you did not deserve that.”
You listened to his words and felt the beginnings of acceptance, forgiveness, and understanding forming within you. “You pushed me away before I could leave you.”
“…and,” he added softly. “I didn’t want to stand in the way of your dreams. The longer you stayed, the harder it would’ve been to let you go.”
The heaviness you’d been carrying since starting the job seemed to dissipate in that moment. This was what you’d been waiting to hear: a genuine apology. Leon showing some real vulnerability and admitting he was an idiot sat very well with you. More than that, he was pouring his heart out, laying everything he had on the line. This was the real Leon, and the latent feelings you’d held at bay for him came flooding back.
“You’re forgiven.” You laughed softly at his immediate look of surprise, “That was a pretty damn good apology.”
It looked as though his entire body sagged with relief, and he stepped closer to you with a shaky huff of a laugh. “Permission to hug?”
“Granted.” You placed the flowers on a small patio table, opened your arms and, subsequently, your heart, to the possibility of something more with him.
Leon gently pulled you in—his strong arms sliding around you as he tucked his face into your neck. You felt him breathing you in with a shaky exhale, then tightening his embrace a little. “I missed you so much, querida…”
It was almost funny how quickly you relaxed—the comforting familiarity of him washing over you like a warm blanket fresh from the dryer. You both lingered for a long moment. It was more than just a simple hug; it was a moment of healing for both of you.
“I missed you too…Leon.” You murmured against his shoulder before pulling back a little to look at him. He was content to keep his arms around you in a relaxed embrace, his expression soft and contemplative as he smiled.
“Nice to finally hear my name on your lips.” There was a bit of his usual cockiness as he rubbed his hand up and down your back.
Leon was not going to presume you were going to invite him in after all of that. He was committed to giving you peace and all the space you needed to. Regretfully, he released you, his hands finding your shoulders instead as he spoke.
“So…now you know. The rest is up to you.”
Slowly, he leaned in, just enough to kiss you but not enough to close the gap. “I’m happy to have you in my life again, hermosa. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” His lips finally made contact against your cheek before he stepped back completely to allow you the freedom to go back inside.
“What changed?” You had questions and expected honest answers; he did owe you that much.
“Me, I changed. I knew what you thought of me and my ‘lifestyle choices’.” There was no bite to his words, regret possibly for how he used to act around you, but that was it.
Your face grew hot as you were unable to defend yourself or argue back at him. You had thought of him as, well, a fuck-boy, a player by nature. Everything in your life had told you that people didn’t change, so you’d nearly written him off as a potential romantic partner.
But then he had shown you, in small ways, that he was capable of change. The fact that he was present, pouring his heart out to you in the most honest display of affection you’d ever seen, was proof of that.
He took your silence as a means to continue. “…And I began to care for you…as time went on, I realized I didn’t want to be that guy anymore. I wanted to commit to one person and one person only…and I wanted that person to be you.”
You appreciated his honesty on the matter as you felt yourself melt inwardly. Finally, after all this time, he was learning; the small changes you’d noticed had all been leading up to this one moment. All of it depended on you, and the choice was clear: instead of heeding his suggestion, you found yourself saying, “Then there’s just one problem…you missed.”
Catching on immediately, Leon finally graced you with his signature smirk as he stepped in close. “Querida, I never miss…I—”
Cutting him off, you stepped forward, chest brushing against his and arms circling his neck as your heart skipped a beat before you brushed your lips against his in a simple, gentle kiss.
“You did,” you whispered, something you were not sure he heard with his hitching breath. Although from the arms that quickly slid around you, it was clear he got the message.
And he was all in. The next kiss that was initiated by him stole your breath away. You felt his hand tangling itself in your hair while he made a sound of absolute satisfaction. One kiss became many as he slowly coaxed you into opening your mouth for him. His tongue was just as demanding as the rest of him, drawing out a soft moan from you.
By the time you pulled away, both were breathing just a little more heavily. His blue eyes were nearly black with need as he offered a light chuckle.
“Would you like to come in?” you asked abruptly, going for your sliding door and pulling it open.
“I thought you’d never ask mi vida.” He said while gently guiding you in.
You uttered a nervous laugh as you closed the door behind the two of you. Now what? Did you both just get right down to it? Leon seemed to sense your hesitancy and gathered you close to place a soft kiss upon your lips.
“No need to rush into anything.” He kissed your forehead next, and you felt the tension lifting off of your shoulders as though it was never there. “What were you doing before my epic interruption?”
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
“Never.” He gave you a dramatic gasp as though the very idea offended him. “What kind of boyfriend do you take me for?”
“Watching this.” You smirked while clicking on the cheesy romance movie you had on earlier.
It was amusing how fast Leon had migrated over to your couch, excitedly pulling on his tie to loosen it. “This is one of my favourites!”
This time, you laughed, following him over. “Well then, by all means, please join me.” You eyed him again in his swanky getup and raised your eyebrows. “Aren’t you a bit overdressed?”
“Working on it, querida.” The tie was off and tossed to the ground along with his suit jacket. Then he began unbuttoning the shirt underneath, and your mouth went dry.
Was he…going to strip naked right then and there? You couldn’t say you weren’t intrigued by what lay beneath, but he’d just said—
“There were go.” With the shirt off, he revealed a white tank top underneath, and with the removal of his pants, you saw the most ridiculous pair of boxers in your life.
They were black, dotted with… little tiny cucumbers, and the word ‘fresh’ scattered all around, but what drew your gaze in completely was the one big cucumber right on the crotch, styled in quite a suggestive way.
“Leon…those…” you snorted, trying hard not to laugh. “Those are…” You couldn’t help yourself; the hilarity of his underwear had you bursting out with peals of laughter. “They’re so stupid!” You squeaked, your voice pitched higher from how funny it was.
Leon stood proudly, a smile on his face, as he watched you collapse onto your couch in breathless joy. The kind that could only come from a good laugh. He sat down next to you and gently gathered you close.
“I knew you’d like ‘em.”
Of course, he planned to wear those. You suspected it was a way to ease any awkwardness and/or nerves between the two of you, and it worked. You cuddled up close, throwing a blanket over both of you to stay cozy as the movie played.
Somewhere near the end—the final scene where the two main characters were deep in their dramatic confession of love—you glanced up at him, his features calm for once, and you couldn’t help but trace your fingers along his strong jaw.
He melted a little under your touch and arched his neck a little, hoping you’ll transform your touch to a chin scratch. You were rewarded with a happy rumble as you gave him some skritches there. His arms wrapped around you a little more tightly as he planted a kiss at the corner of your mouth in appreciation.
That wouldn’t do; you wanted a proper kiss. As he turned toward the TV again, you cupped his cheek, guiding him back to your waiting lips. That simple kiss, initiated by you, quickly turned into a heavy makeout session initiated by him.
How had you ended up in his lap? When had you become so embarrassingly turned on? You heard him groan into your mouth, pulling you in more, your hips flush with his as he slid a hand down to squeeze your ass.
That one move elicited a moan of surprise on your part, but you didn’t tell him to stop. If anything, your touches became a little bolder, and you used your hands to explore his unique physique.
He rumbled in appreciation, pulling his mouth away to scatter hot kisses against your neck while also taking in your scent with a deep inhale.
“You are so soft and sweet, mi amor…” he added a few more kisses before he husked, “and I can smell how much you want this…”
Your cheeks turned pink as you buried your face into the spot between his neck and shoulder. Of course, he’d be able to smell that, and you did want this…badly, in fact. You’d wanted him for much longer than you cared to admit.
Still, he needed to hear you say it.
“Querida? Still with me?” he asked softly, pausing his movements while he kissed the side of your head. “Should we stop?”
“No,” you replied softly, lifting your head to meet his somewhat concerned expression. “I want this…I want you, and I’ve waited long enough to have you.”
There was pure admiration in his gaze as he kissed you softly, his hands beginning to wander again, this time, sliding under your shirt to find hidden skin to explore.
“Then you’ll have me, and anything your heart could possibly desire, and then some.” The smirk he was giving you revealed so much more than he was willing to provide. “Permission to make you feel…incredible?”
The suggestive intonation from his voice alone was enough to make you shiver as you nodded, but you still needed to give him some snark. “Big talk from the man who couldn’t even pick out his own ties.”
Leon paused, his expression serious as he requested this of you, “Say your name.”
You spoke your name aloud to him, a bit unsure as to where this was going.
“Say it one more time.”
Squinting, you did as he asked, but a little slower this time.
“Good. I want you to know that’s the last time you’re gonna remember how to say it. Because after I’m through with you? My name is going to be the only thing you remember how to say.”
He chuckled darkly at your shocked expression, standing while scooping you up at the same time. “Trust me, hermosa…”
“Okay, that was pretty good…” Your face was aflame as he carried you down the hall as though you weighed nothing and laid you down, gently, of course. His look was almost predatory as he took his time crawling over you, bending to kiss you deeply first before sitting up and sliding his way back to slide your shirt up and kiss the area just above your waistband.
“In order to make my point, these are going to need to come off…” he looked up at you to see you nod in the affirmative, still blushing, but eager to see if his claims were true.
“Yes, you seem so sure of yourself, Mr. I’m-always-right.” Your teasing him was helping to tamp down your nervousness. It had been a very long time since you’d had a man pleasure you in this manner, and although you did trust Leon to take care of you, it was still slightly difficult to ignore those insecure thoughts of yours.
Leon was already sliding your pyjama shorts off, along with your underwear, as he grinned. “Oh, my sweet, little chiquita, this is something I pride myself on and just look at you…” He gently spread your legs, opening you to him, “All laid out like my favourite dessert.”
“Yeah…?” Still feeling the need to challenge him, you huffed, “It takes me a long time to cum like this, just saying, you might have your work cut out for you.”
You watched as he settled into his front, hooking your legs over his shoulders and placing his hands on your thighs. “Bet I’ll have you screaming in five minutes or less.”
You trembled a little, trying to keep your voice steady. “You’re on…” You glanced at the clock quickly, noting the time as Leon pressed kisses on your inner thighs.
Then he dove in completely, and you gasped. His hot tongue began circling your clit, just carefully at first, taking in your scent, your taste, everything about this most intimate part of your body.
“You taste even better than I imagined.” He murmured, going back to your center, licking and circling relentlessly while you groaned in pleasure.
“Fuck…” You had a feeling you were going to lose this bet. Your thighs were already beginning to tremble, and you gently bit your lip in an effort to keep yourself from whimpering.
He rumbled a soft laugh against your sensitive folds as he brought one of his hands down to caress your opening while his tongue continued its assault on your clit. “May I?” he whispered, his finger poised to enter you.
“Yes…please…” you managed, completely trusting him to be gentle with you.
He slid his finger inside of you slowly. “Good girl…” He hooked it to find that sensitive patch within that made you gasp. With both his tongue and his finger working in tandem, you were rocketing toward your release and trying to clamp your thighs around his head.
You were openly whimpering now, gripping the sheets of your bed and shoving your tank top down to grab your breast and brush your fingertips over your nipples. “Please… please… Leon… I’m so close…” You were breathing faster now, wound so tightly, your release was imminent.
His tongue had found the exact spot on your clit to drive you past the point of no return. He’d also managed to insert a second finger inside of you, stretching you a bit for what came next. “Cum for me, querida…scream…”
Moments later, you were crashing over the precipice with one of the most intense orgasms of your life. You came loudly, unashamed and uncaring of anyone who could possibly hear you, while every muscle in your body tensed and jerked uncontrollably.
Leon lifted his head, looking as smug as he could possibly be while caressing your thighs. “Speechless, mi amor?”
Glancing at the clock, you could see it just hit the five-minute mark, and you groaned, “lucky…shot…” Your breath was still returning to normal as you felt all warm and relaxed, your clit still tingling slightly.
He wiped his mouth with a light chuckle before sitting up completely to cast his gaze upon you. “You are absolutely gorgeous, mi vida…especially like this.” The sight of your body, flushed pink from your recent orgasm, had already caused him to drop, and his erection strained against the fabric.
You watched as he slipped his tank top off and then placed his thumbs into the waistband of those comical boxers, smirking at you. “Would you like to do the honours?”
Having gained back some of your energy, you nodded, curious as all hell to see what he was packing. Although you’d seen him in some ‘questionable’ situations with little to no clothing on, you’d never actually seen his cock. At a glance, you could see that the outline of him was significantly featured against the adjacent cucumber printed on the front of his boxers. He was above average, not surprising since he was a mutant turtleman. Those mutant genes had made him very well-endowed.
Softly, you traced the length of him through the fabric of his underwear and saw him trying to repress his shudder.
“So, this is what you’ve been hiding…” You murmured, pulling the waistband forward a little and then sliding his underwear down and off.
Now, that was a sight to see. His cock curved upward from a slit located at the base of his tail. You’d seen his tail before—his tail and his ass in one of his more ridiculous clothing mishaps. He usually kept it hidden under his clothes, but you could now see that it also housed this. Turtle/human anatomy was fascinating.
The cock itself was a deep purple from the spade-shaped tip to the base as it faded into the green of his skin. It also seemed to have its own natural slick and tapered beautifully into the slit in his tail. Lucky for you, because there was no way he was getting all of this inside of you at once.
“Impressed?” he teased. “Every inch is for you.”
You gave him an experimental stroke, wrapping your hand around him to see that your thumb and forefinger were able to just meet. Instead of offering a clever retort, you were stuck on the sheer size of him. “I…wow, actually, yeah…”
He groaned softly while you touched him, familiarizing yourself with his length.
“All for you…” He breathed. “I can’t wait to be inside of you…”
All of a sudden, you were struck with a sudden thought as you stopped, his cock still in your hand, as you looked up at him with your expression being slightly worried. “Leon…? What about…protection and pregnancy prevention?”
“Huh?” For a moment, he had difficulty processing what you just asked, the pieces slowly falling into place as he noticed how serious you looked. His lust-filled gaze lifted as he gently removed your hand and moved to sit next to you.
“Cariña…I would never put you at risk for anything like that. One of the perks of being a mutant is that nothing sticks—no human illnesses or STI’s to worry about, and next, we likely aren’t capable of fathering children. I know none of my brothers have been able to achieve it with their girlfriends, and they’ve been together for a lot longer.” He paused with a slight smirk, “and in case you haven’t noticed, there aren’t any little me’s running around either.”
You nodded, digesting the information as you leaned into his embrace. “Thank you for being honest about it.” He waited while you cuddled in, mentally sorting through your options, and it wasn’t long before you’d made your decision. It took a lot of trust to let someone in like this, and you felt the very essence of comfort and safety in his arms. “That’s good enough for me.”
He kissed your brow with a contented hum, silently thanking the powers that may be. “I can be more careful if you’re worried, I can get condoms or pull out instead of—.”
“No, I want you to…” You said, stroking him gently again.
“Want…me to what?” He was finding himself getting distracted by your touch again as he exhaled sharply.
“To…to cum inside of me…” you whispered, blushing again.
The look he gave you then, as he cupped your face and kissed you, was one of pure admiration and love. It warmed your heart and made your stomach flip deliciously.
“Your wish is my command, cariña…” he kissed you again more deeply as he gathered you onto his lap before leaning back against the collection of pillows and the headboard of your bed. His hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, and squeezing as he practically devoured your mouth. Using his strength, he lifted you slightly just enough that you were hovering right above his cock.
“Tell me if anything hurts?” he requested, sensing a slight case of nerves on your part. “If you want to stop at any time, just say the word. Any. Time. Doesn’t matter if I’m ‘balls deep’ inside of you, if you want to stop, we’ll stop.”
You were slightly nervous, but very relieved with how serious he seemed about consent. Underneath it all, there was the thrill of excitement, too. You smiled, giving him a nod. “I will. Go slow.”
Leon slid one of his hands down to your center, circling your clit while he lined himself up with your entrance. “Relax for me, querida…don’t think, just let yourself feel.”
You nodded, hands tight on his shoulders as you carefully lowered yourself down. The tip of him breached your entrance, pulling a soft gasp from your lips. So far, so good, feeling a little more confident, you sank down further and felt the stretch. Wincing slightly, you paused.
His gentle encouragement was right there, helping you along. “Relax…I got you…you don’t have to take all of me at once.” He could see you were trembling, your thighs quivering as you breathed.
“Okay…I’m okay…” slowly, you took a little more of him, moaning softly while his thumb worked, sending small sparks of pleasure to help further relax your inner muscles.
“That’s it…mi amor…you are doing so well, taking me so well…” he groaned something about how tight you felt, and how incredible you felt around his cock.
As the pain from the stretch dissipated, you felt him nearly bottom out inside of you and gained a sense of pride. “I did it…” You leaned to kiss him as you shifted slightly on his lap, his cock buried deep as if it belonged there.
Your turtle lover moaned into the kiss, finding your hips and working them into a slow grind. “Do you know how incredible you are? I’m going to make you feel so good, querida…”
Just the slow, tentative hip movements had you making soft sounds of appreciation. You rolled your hips with his, relishing the shallow thrusts until you felt the need for more.
“So good…” You moaned. “Leon…you can go a little faster…”
His grin was positively sinful as he husked, “If my queen wants more, who am I to deny her?”
His next thrust was deep enough to elicit a cry of surprise from you, as you dug your nails into the tough skin of his shoulders.
“Too much?” he asked, gauging your reaction.
“No…keep going!” you wiggled your hips impatiently, hearing him laugh softly.
“Better hold on tight, querida…” Leon began a series of powerful thrusts, harder and deeper than anything you’d ever felt from a man. It was almost life-changing; you never knew sex could feel like this.
Your cries became louder, your grip on him tightening as your entire body grew warmer and your thighs began to shake.
“Fuuuck…” you gasped, your breath quickening. This was happening faster than you would’ve liked. You were dangerously close to another orgasm, but you didn’t want this to be over yet.
Leon seemed to agree, driving you down onto his cock was deeply enjoyable, he loved the way your breasts bounced and leaned to capture one of your nipples, sucking it with a very slight pinch of his teeth.
“Shit, Leon…I’m…!”
He released it with a slight pop. “Yeah, baby…?” he sounded a bit breathless while maintaining his rhythm. “I don’t want you to cum yet…not yet…”
It was seconds later that he was changing the position, lying you back on the bed while swiftly throwing your legs over his shoulders and kneeling with his hands on your thighs. “Gonna fuck you like this, watch you cum beautifully for me, just like this…”
He began again, driving into you impossibly deeper, watching with a dark-lidded gaze as you fisted the sheets, moaning with abandon.
The way his unique cock was kissing the most intimate parts of you, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves within and hitting it over and over, was indescribable to say the least.
You were crying out with each thrust now, your body flushed and trembling. Release was imminent, and every muscle in your body was beginning to tense.
“I can feel you, querida…I know you’re close…cum on my cock, baby…let me see how beautiful you look…” Just then, he brought his thumb back to your clit again, rubbing it in quick circles to tip you over the edge completely.
Your vision grew white as you screamed his name. You arched right off the mattress, your legs shaking as you rode out waves upon waves of pleasure. Your inner muscles had clamped down on him like a vice, and Leon growled, thrusting hard.
“That’s it, mi amor…now I’m going to fill you up…show everyone that you’re mine…beautiful…perfect…mine…”
Leon came with a groan you could feel, the warmth of his release filling the depths of your inner workings, making you gasp softly. He delivered a few more weak thrusts, keeping all that essence as deep as it could go before he sagged, collapsing on his forearms.
Both of you took a moment to breathe with you laughing softly and he with a stupidly smug grin on his face.
“So…how would you rate your experience? Amazing? Incredible? Outstanding?” he waggled his eye-ridges teasingly, making you laugh more.
“Not humble at all.” You snorted. “I would say that was…adequate.” You smirked as he scoffed in mock offence.
“Adequate? Cariña, if this wasn’t up to your standards…” he bent his head to speak directly in your ear. “I’ll just have to try even harder to fuck you next time.”
His deep husk and lascivious words made you shiver, and you gave an involuntary squeeze on his softening length, slowly retreating from your body.
He hissed softly, moving to kiss you. “You like that kind of talk, I’ll keep that in mind.” He looked like he’d just discovered something that was both fun and illegal, clearly planning out your next encounter as he pulled out of you.
“Breathtaking,” you said finally, as he gathered you close, neither of you paying any mind to the mess between your legs yet. “I can’t put it into words, actually, it was the best sex I’ve ever had…” But you were sure he had, and the thought made you kind of sad, how so many women before you had experienced this exact moment.
Leon had paused, his features becoming concerned as you’d gone quiet and contemplative after that.
“Then why do you look sad, hermosa?” he cupped your cheek, gently turning your face toward his.
“It’s…nothing. It’s silly,” you said, averting your gaze.
“Talk to me, tell me what’s happening in that pretty little head of yours.”
Blowing out a breath, you did turn to look at him. “I’m just…thinking about how I’m not the first, third or even the fifth woman to experience this with you. I’ve had other partners too, but none that could ever compare to you.”
The next words were left unspoken, but Leon knew what you meant. You believed that you weren’t anything special; there had been plenty of other women who’d been in this exact position with him. Reacted like you, made the same sounds as you, and likely said the same things as you. What made you stand out? Why did he pick you?
“Querida…” he spoke softly, reverently as he ran his knuckles down the side of your face. “Yes, I’ve had quite a few partners…and I can’t say every one of those encounters was meaningless, but ever since you came into my life, I knew you were special and it was all I could do to distract myself. I knew you weren’t interested. I thought my feelings of infatuation would fade either by taking other partners or just being content with having you as my friend and assistant.”
“But that changed,” you said, running your thumb along the edge of one of the red crescent markings framing his face. “It was the elevator, wasn’t it?
“Yeah…it was the day that I realized I might be falling in love with you.” The words were said softly and honestly, him maintaining eye contact while he stroked your hair.
Your heart skipped a beat, hammering in your chest as you felt the warmth of his confession deep within your soul. You held strong feelings for him as well, but did not feel ready to declare your love for him in return just yet.
Luckily, he seemed nonplussed by your lack of a response and kept going. “But I knew I wasn’t ready, I needed to make some changes, starting with myself. I thought perhaps I could give you a better job within the company, a better position where I was no longer your superior.” He chuckled softly, “but you, the clever woman you are, solved that issue yourself, and I was just too stupid at the time to see that.”
You clicked your tongue, tsking at him playfully. “Yes, you were, you may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”
He snorted softly, smiling as he continued, “I thought I’d completely blown my chances with you. Don was the one to convince me otherwise; now I owe him one.” He laughed ruefully.
“Don’t make him wait,” you said. “I think I might need to offer my own thoughts and appreciation.”
Leon gathered you close again, kissing your forehead and sliding his hand down the curve of your back. “I chose you because you’re smart, strong, and you challenge me in ways I never thought possible. No one else could call me out on my bullshit as you do. In my time as your boss, I know I asked more of you than I should’ve, it was selfish, and I vow never to take advantage of you like that again for as long as I have you.”
You were not going to cry, damn him; still, your voice was a little shaky and thick as you tried to form a response. “In the beginning, I…probably wouldn’t have thought I could go off on my own to get a career. It wasn’t until I started working with you that I realized I was meant for so much more. It also meant that I would need to separate myself from you, and I thought it would be a clean break; we’d wish each other well, and that would be it. Then we had to get stuck in that damn elevator together.” You laughed softly. “And then you made me fall for you, taking care of me when I was sick? Making sure I didn’t make the mistake of being with that guy at the conference? I knew you were jealous, and I was going to follow through anyway, and then I couldn’t, and you weren’t going to follow through with that woman either.”
“No,” he admitted. “It was already too late for me at that point.”
“I realized you were changing, but at that point it was too late, I’d had my interview and gotten the job.” You almost sounded regretful, and Leon was not about to let you think like that.
“Cariña, don’t you see? Everything happened as it should. You had to take that job, and I needed to let you go so you could chase your dreams. I am so proud of you for going after what you wanted, and once I got out of my head, I wanted to be everything you needed, even if it meant supporting you as a friend. I stand here as a lucky man, grateful to have been given another chance with you.”
This time, you couldn’t suppress the light sob building up in your chest with the onslaught of emotions you were feeling and buried your face in his neck while hugging him as tightly as you could.
I love you.
It was unspoken, but it was there, and he felt it deep within his soul. No matter the hardships he’d endured, the trauma of saving the world, or the difficulty of integrating himself and his brothers into regular society, he’d gladly do it all again if it meant being led to you. You, a positive force of nature, spreading your light and warmth wherever you went. Having you be the one to hold his heart was by far one of the best decisions he could have ever made.
He felt your love in your actions, your voice, and the way you carried yourself a little higher, with all the confidence you possessed, when he told you how wonderful you were.
Yes, Leon had been the death of you, but in such a way that actually meant you’d been reborn, now a stronger, more capable, and confident version of yourself, ready to take on the world with him by your side.
There was nothing the two of you could not handle. You’d be a power couple by default, but a loving and supportive one by nature. Logic dictated that, throughout their lives, most people remained who they were, and yet Leon was solid proof that change was possible. All it had taken was a little push, and you’d been more than willing to shove him in the right direction. You’d challenged him to confront his flaws and softened him into someone he could truly be proud of. In return, he was going to love you for the rest of his days, and you were committed to loving him fully and completely.
This was how your story of finding romantic love had come to be, not the end but the beginning of something beautiful.
Finally, the culmination of months of work. The elusive Rise Leonardo oneshot. This arrogant blue jerk had me writing so much that this is the longest one by far, and needed to be split into two parts. 41 pages and 17K words. This does crossover a bit with 'Florally Obsessed' but you don't have to read that one first in order to read this one.
I am really excited to share this with all of my readers. I appreciate each and every one of you, you are the lifeblood of fanfiction. I do take the time to look at every like, comment, and reblog and however you choose to interact with the story is good with me. It all counts.
Quick shoutout to @adebauchedsloth @sophiacloud28 and @thelaundrybitch for all of your help on this one!
Now to the story summary: You are the assistant to Genuis Built's head of the marketing department and face man of the company, Leonardo Hamato. It is a highly respected position with great pay. There's just one issue: your boss is Leonardo Hamato. This 'Playboy' frustrates you on a daily basis. If romance was possibly in your future, you had a very difficult time seeing it...until he proves you wrong.
TW: Slight angst, Leon is a jerk at one point, this story couldn't happen without him somehow being a jerk but rest assured, happily ever after guaranteed.
Note: All characters are aged up. Reader is female, her appearance is up to you, I allude to her having nice legs and curves. Both characters are in their early 30s.
Enjoy!
Leonardo Hamato was going to be the death of you.
When you first applied for this job, you had no idea exactly how it would play out. Oh, did you quickly learn.
Leonardo, brother of Donatello Hamato, CEO of Genius Built, was head of the Marketing Department. With his silver tongue, he oozed charisma and charm, setting up important meetings and closing business deals. He was the obvious choice for such a role. He was also downright full of himself, cocky as all hell, self-serving—most of the time—and completely insufferable.
You swore he sometimes tried to make your life more difficult, and that man never missed a shot.
Calling you at midnight because he couldn’t find his favourite shirt? You knew exactly where it was. Covering up the latest scandal he’d gotten himself into? You had the legal team on speed dial. Even completely ridiculous requests, such as finding this very specific brand of sparkling water. You’d had to go to three stores to find it, but you did—you did it all, and through it all, you wondered how in the heck someone like him was in such a highly respected position.
The thing about Leo, or Leon, as he preferred to be called, was that despite his carefree attitude and unrestrained nature, he was entirely competent when he wanted to be, scarily so. He did the job, and he did it well. Genius Built had skyrocketed in popularity under his leadership, and you couldn’t begrudge him for that.
You could, however, begrudge him for the number of women this man seemed to rake in. It seemed like every other week there was someone new. Girlfriends never lasted long with him. As soon as it came time for him to commit, he’d bail. There had been at least ten women (that you’d seen) in the year since you’d come to work for him—not that you were counting, because of course you weren’t. You’d rather not know at all, but he had no qualms about showing off how ‘popular’ he was
The man may have been a mutant turtle, but he was devastatingly handsome, and he knew it. Charm and good looks were his tools of the trade, and very few people were immune to his beguiling ways.
Not you, though. When you first got hired, he’d tried, just like Flynn Rider with the smoulder. Leon had tried flirtatiously sidling up next to you with promises of wining and dining you so the two of you could ‘get to know each other better’.
You shut that down immediately. You were there to work, and fraternizing with your boss was a complete faux pas. At first, you were offended that he’d even tried that with you. It took a few serious conversations for him to finally concede that he might be wrong. To his credit, there were no further attempts at ‘seduction’ from that moment forward.
He still infuriated you on a daily basis, though. Not only did you have your daily tasks, but you were also essentially babysitting a grown-ass man who somehow was stumbling his way through life in a very prestigious position.
For the most part, you were content with your work despite his ridiculous demands. It was temporary, after all.
This job was meant to be a stepping stone for you anyway. You were trying to climb the corporate ladder to a position of power and respect. You were a highly educated woman, and it was not your life’s dream to be an assistant to the one Leonardo Hamato.
You had no idea how much he admired you.
*****
Leonardo liked comfort and familiarity. Once he became comfortable with something, he wanted to hold on to it and never let it go. Not the most rational notion, but after the complete chaos of events leading up to and following the attack on the city, he needed something that did not require him to think too much.
You were an enigma, challenging him in ways he hadn’t expected. He was actually ashamed of himself for how he’d acted on that first week you were hired. Very quickly, he’d learned that you were not going to take any shit, especially from him.
…And he loved that about you.
But he knew your opinion of him wasn’t the greatest, so he did what he did best: he deflected, threw himself into his distractions, which more often than not happened to be other women.
It wasn’t his intention to have you believing he was a complete rake; it was easier for him to cast his mind to thoughts of you while being in the arms of another.
While he did occasionally send you off on a mundane task once in a while, he preferred the ones that made you come to him, especially in the off-hours. He relished in creating interactions where the two of you could just talk, and he’d tell you anything if you so much as asked about it.
Currently, he was pacing about his large walk-in closet in nothing but his white button-down and a pair of black boxers. You should consider yourself lucky he was clothed; you’d seen him in far less. You were tasked with choosing the perfect tie for him to wear at the upcoming conference, in which the two of you would be in attendance. Secretly, he believed having you there would bring him luck in closing the deal with a few key individuals.
You were asking him about the recent gala where he’d served as the bartender, and you nearly dropped every single one of the ties you had lined up on your arm when he told you what he’d said to his brother and his potential new girlfriend.
“Sir, you didn’t!” you’d gasped, “in front of Donnie and his date?! You have a death wish, don’t you?”
Leon laughed, completely disregarding your question while plucking a tie from your arm and holding it up to his neck. “Is this one too green? I feel like it will deflect from my natural emerald, don’t you think?”
Sighing in quite the long-suffering way you did every time he said something stupid, you peered at him, examining his face for a moment. “Well…judging from the fact you don’t look bruised, I’m guessing Donnie didn’t maim you after that lovely comment.”
“Oh, come on, Chiquita, it was all in good fun! Ol’ Dontron knew I wasn’t actually aiming to steal his girl, I was just giving him a little push, and it worked, you should’ve seen how they danced.” For a moment, he waltzed himself around the room, humming to the classical tune that had been playing before stopping in front of you.
You quickly fought away your blush as he leaned in close for a moment.
“He was aiming to kiss her on that dance floor and would have if not for the speeches.”
His face was so close to yours you could feel the soft puff of his breath on your forehead, gently stirring up the fine hairs on your head that had managed to free themselves from your bun.
“And…they left together, and I know he stayed the night.”
Slowly, you drew back, coughing slightly from the awkward implication and bringing it back to your original point.
“Still, Sir, that is no excuse for what you said. Apologize to her.”
“It’s no big deal, she knew I wasn’t—”
You nearly whipped a tie at his face as you pursed your lips in annoyance. “You blatantly flirted with her, knowing that she was there with your brother, embarrassed her, and you're assuming she’s just fine with that? You'd better apologize, Leonardo Hamato.”
“Ooh, I like it when you get feisty…”
That comment earned him an eye roll and a disapproving click of your tongue. Much like a parent with their child, you fixed him with a pointed stare while crossing your arms expectantly. This was your superpower: he rarely listened to anyone, but he would listen to you.
“Fine! I’ll apologize…” he huffed. “Eventually,” he added quietly.
Nodding, you presented him with a blue tie, his favourite, and the one that went with everything. “This is the one. Pair with the grey, pinstriped suit.”
He beamed, taking it and placing it on the suit in question. “This is why I love ya.” He smirked, teasing you a bit.
You let out the faintest hint of a laugh as you reached to grab your purse and coat. “Will that be all for tonight, Sir?”
“…Yes.” Did you detect a hint of reluctance in his voice? “Thank you, and enjoy your weekend, do something fun for yourself.” Softly, he added, “You deserve it.”
With your back to him halfway to his door, you turned slightly and smiled, “Thank you, Sir.”
“Leon,” he corrected, though he knew you’d never call him anything but Sir as long as you kept the boss-and-personal-assistant dynamic. You’d drawn that line in the sand the minute you began working for him, but he still tried, hoping to hear his name on your lips. When he didn’t, he added, “Goodnight, mi querida.”
“…Goodnight.” You replied, softer this time, nodding before heading home to your apartment. Curse him for being infuriating one moment and sweet the next. He was still a complete rake, with enough scandals under his belt to make the National Enquirer blush. Another would seriously affect the company. No, you couldn’t allow yourself to be drawn in like those other women; you had more self-respect than that, and nothing was going to jeopardize your position at this company.
It was better to keep your head down. You could endure the Spanish terms of endearment and get the man his chai latte, not from the Starbucks directly across from the building, but from a locally owned coffee shop several blocks down the street, tucked neatly inside a little bookshop—a blink-and-you’d-miss-it place. You’d taken to leaving for work fifteen minutes early just to give yourself extra time to get his drink order from this place because Starbucks didn’t do it right.
Picky bastard, he was lucky you liked the extra walk and found the bookstore adorable. You’d gotten several good books from there as well.
When prompted, Leo would say he preferred supporting small business owners, which you did believe was true. Picky with a purpose, because you’d come to learn that behind every action appeared to be a well-thought-out plan. Some you still couldn’t verify, but with everything he did, there was some kind of ulterior motive.
It was as though he had a plan for every conceivable outcome. He liked to be prepared, taking everything into account before committing. He was the one who looked for all the possible ways to exit a room upon entering. At the same time, however, he could appear totally unhinged and nearly impossible to rein in. He was the very definition of "if he wanted to, he would."
There was so much more to Leonardo Hamato than what lay just below the surface, and though you didn’t know it yet, the walls were all about to come crashing down. A figurative tornado of emotions, ready to sweep you off your feet.
And it all began with an elevator.
*****
On top of being your daily pain in the ass, Leon Hamato was the self-proclaimed office prankster. Most of his pranks were juvenile annoyances, like unplugging all the USB sticks for the mice or taping air horns under their adjustable office chairs. No one was safe, especially not you, and anyone willing to retaliate by pranking him was praised. Leo loved being pranked almost as much as he enjoyed pranking others. Not from you, however, even though you were on the receiving end of many of them.
This particular day had begun with you fussing over his outfit and matching tie while scolding him yet again for pranking the Treasurer by swapping the ink cartridges in his fountain pens from blue to red. All those documents would need to be redone with the correct ink colour. He also encased your fob key in Jell-O. He knew it was your favourite flavour and probably assumed you could eat your way to it.
You and Leon were on your way to a board meeting a few floors up. The heads of the department were convening for the monthly debriefing to discuss how finances would be allocated over the next four weeks.
It wasn’t as if you had to accompany him; assistants were not required. However, in pure Leonardo fashion, he’d insisted on having you there with him. Since his twin brother was the CEO, he could pretty much get away with most things. His requests for a personal sauna for his office and the staffroom candy bar had been swiftly shot down, though.
When confronted about the fob key prank, he blew out a soft huff of air and shrugged. “Couldn’t have been me. What proof do you have?”
You gave him the most deadpan look you could manage. “I know it was you, no one else in the office knows blueberry Jell-O is my favourite.”
“You wound me, cariña,” he gasped, clutching his hand to his chest dramatically. “To think I would dare such a thing…it cuts me deeply.”
You were already pushing his dramatic ass into the elevator, ending his little display of amateur theatre with a sigh of exasperation. “Uh-huh, I feel so broken up at that notion. Now get in, or we’ll be late.”
This, he allowed you to do, straightening up once the doors closed and the elevator began moving.
“Aaaanyway, didja see that episode of So You Think You Can Dance?” He began rambling on about his favourite dances, seemingly completely unbothered, while crossing his arms behind his head as the elevator went up. He paced around, stumbling a bit on his black dress shoes, causing you to do your best to hide your smirk and soft snort of laughter.
“I saw that.” He smirked, presenting you with a particularly knowing grin, eyebrows raised, like a dog about to run for the stick that was about to be thrown.
“You saw nothing, Sir.” You replied, maintaining your composure as best you could.
“Uh huh…you think I’m funny, I knew it all along.” He chuckled to himself triumphantly.
Again, you rolled your eyes, giving him a small grin of your own. “Very well, Sir, considering slapstick is the lowest form of comedy, you’re hilarious.”
Although he didn’t say so, he loved it when you challenged him, craved it even. “Then I’ll just have to try a little harder,” He’d turned to you, looking down on you smugly, bringing his face a little closer to yours.
For a long moment, you held his gaze, a greenish-brown that was both warm and inviting. There was a certain softness in his eyes reserved only for you, and you feared you’d drown in them if you stayed a few seconds longer.
That was the exact moment you both felt the elevator stutter and stop completely with a jolt. In the shock of it all, you’d grabbed onto his upper arms while he laughed, resisting the urge to pull you closer to his chest.
The power had obviously been cut, leaving only the emergency lights on. Being the strategist he was, Leon was already assessing the situation as he gently patted your shoulders. “Calm, mi vida. It’s just a power outage. I’m sure they’ll fix it momentarily.”
“S-sorry, Sir,” you said, backing away from him, slightly embarrassed you’d reached for him at all.
“No need to apologize, it looks like we have some time to kill.” He was already removing his suit jacket and placing it on the elevator floor.
Assuming it was meant for him to sit down, you prepared to remain standing, unwilling to sit on the questionable floor of this elevator. “I suppose we do.” You crossed your arms and sighed softly to yourself. Given how long it could take to fix the elevator, standing for an indeterminate amount of time in your heels would not be a pleasant experience.
You jumped slightly as he cleared his throat. “For the lady, please sit.” He was gesturing like a gentleman, but, as with everything this man did, it was exaggerated to the point of being ridiculous, and your first inclination was to refuse out of pride for yourself.
“I’m fine.” You replied stiffly.
“Very well.” Shrugging, he sank to the floor beside his abandoned jacket. “Great view of your legs from here,” he noted casually, laughing when your hands found the edges of your skirt and your face coloured with a blush.
That asshole. You knew he wouldn’t stop until you listened to him, and you cursed yourself for the pencil skirt and blouse combo you’d chosen to wear that day. You groaned inwardly, carefully lowering yourself to the floor and gingerly settling on the smooth silk of the inner lining.
“That was easy,” he crossed his arms and leaned back in a more reclined position, settling in comfortably.
You didn’t note the way his eyes followed the curve of your soft thighs, and the way your skirt rode up just a little as you sat yourself down on his jacket. You’d busied yourself with getting as comfortable as you could while maintaining your professional demeanour.
After a few seconds of silence, you suddenly realized something in a moment of frustration. “Aren’t you a ninja? With powers? Can’t you get us out of here?”
That jerk just laughed, making no move to do anything. “…Mmmaybe, but I think it might be safer to wait it out.” Unbeknownst to you, he had an inkling that his twin was behind this, payback for the fact that he still hadn’t apologized for the gala yet. “I couldn’t very well ‘ninja my way out’ without taking off my suit anyway, and I don’t have my swords. You that eager to see me stripped down to my skivvies?”
“No,” you scoffed, muttering, having already seen him in such a state by accident in the past. “Some ninja you are.”
Leon didn’t respond, just remained completely unbothered while watching you with amusement.
“Great,” you groaned softly. “You’re definitely not making that meeting, and that’s going to push back your phone appointment, and then you have an interview…your lunch break will have to be pushed and—.”
“Whoa, whoa, be calm, querida, I’m the boss man, remember? I call the shots around here, and I say I’m indisposed for the next hour.” He relaxed again, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Very well…” You tapped the toe of your heel on the floor. “Now, what do we do?”
“We could talk.” He suggested, as if it were the most obvious choice. “You know, talking, the thing people do to get to know each other.”
“You know me.” You deflected, averting your gaze.
“Do I? All I really know is that you like blueberry jello and hate my pranks. You get this little grin when I make my appointments on time and the day’s events move in an orderly fashion. You also find me completely insufferable, and your nose scrunches up when you sass me.” He chuckled softly.
You tried not to outwardly sputter and turned to him slightly with a clear look of indignation on your features. “Because you are! You have no regard for your schedule; you just do whatever your little heart desires. You send me out on the most asinine errands and call me up at midnight for the dumbest reasons! And then there’s your personal life! I’ve had to call your legal team twice last month! Did you really need to be caught with the girlfriend of the CEO of our rival company in his limo?!”
Without meaning to, like a rubber band that had been stretched too tight, you’d snapped; you couldn’t stop yourself and poured out every last one of your frustrations as you were trapped in this stupid elevator with him.
“Sometimes I don’t even know why you hired me!” You’d crossed your arms and turned away again, cursing yourself silently. Now he was going to fire you, you idiot.
The elevator was uncomfortably silent for a minute or so until Leon started laughing, not just a chuckle but a full-on belly laugh, until he was practically crying. “That was great,” he said, wiping his eyes. “Do you feel better now?”
Once the shock wore off, you nodded. Strangely, you did feel better and released a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. “Yes, Sir…” pausing, you added, “I like…reading, I like that little bookstore you make me walk to every day for your chai latte. I like watching romantic movies and nerdy ones. I love reality shows like Dancing with the Stars and Nailed It. I have a cat named Bluebell, and prefer tea over coffee.” You shrugged slowly. “That’s the gist of it, happy?”
“Very.” He replied, grinning ear-to-ear, before leaning in close. “I feel very close to you right now.” Raising one eye-ridge flirtatiously, he continued. “I say we discuss this further, over dinner…happy ending guaranteed.”
This ass, you could smack him, “Sir!” You pushed gently on his chest while trying to hide your blush. “Please, that was not an invitation for…that.”
Pulling back, he rumbled out another laugh. “I know, querida, I was kidding.” Getting relaxed once again, he crossed one leg over the other before continuing. “And I am sorry, I don’t mean for you to always be the one to clean up my messes. I’ll do better.”
You peered suspiciously at him, looking for signs that he may be lying. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“You deserve it, and as for why I hired you? You’re the best.” He answered simply.
You hid your smile, nodding quietly. “Thank you, Sir.”
For the next forty-five-ish minutes, you talked, really talked. Leon was especially chatty, even letting certain things slip, making you privy to some of his innermost secrets. You’d had no idea the man had an affinity for romantic comedies—the cornier, the better. He now knew you liked watching them too—mostly because you enjoyed picking them apart and exposing obvious plotlines. It wasn’t just collecting Jupiter Jim memorabilia and bingeing those movies. Leon was a huge nerd in many ways.
“Don’t tell anyone, Chiquita, it could ruin my ‘impeccable’ reputation.” He said, placing a dramatic hand on his chest.
You snorted softly, rolling your eyes slightly, “Don’t worry, Sir. I’ll keep your ‘guilty pleasure’ under wraps.”
“This is why you’re the best.” He said it so easily, with confidence, expressing how much he appreciated you. Something within you began to soften. He really wasn’t as annoying as you’d originally thought.
You were so lost in conversation that he startled you by suddenly standing. “Yo, Donnie, I think you’ve had your fun. I’ll apologize, alright, I promise.”
The elevator abruptly began to move, still on its journey upward even though the meeting would’ve been concluded by now. Leo strolled on out like he owned the place, with you following close behind.
“Could you have said that at any time?!” you hissed.
“Yep, knew it was DonTron messing with me.” He was so nonchalant about it, heading to the boardroom to see his brother exiting. The two shared a knowing look, a silent understanding between the twins that you couldn’t decipher if you tried. Donnie handed him his notes, and that was it. He abruptly turned and handed them to you before heading back to the elevator.
“Welp, that’s that, a job well done!”
“B-bu—” you managed, quickly following after him. “That’s it?”
“Yep! Go ahead and take five.” He pushed the button and waited.
“O-okay, Sir.” You shuffled the papers in your hands and took a breath. Watching the numbers slowly illuminate floor by floor, the idea of taking the elevator suddenly became less than appealing. “Um, Sir?” You lightly tapped him, causing him to tilt his head down to look at you.
“Can we take the stairs?”
*****
Your head was pounding, and for once it wasn’t related to anything Leon had done. You were sick; your sinuses were sore, your nose was blocked, and your voice sounded unrecognizable because your vocal cords were red and swollen. You had already called in sick for the next few days and sent Leon your notes and the updates to his schedule. You told him specifically not to call you for anything; he either needed to be dying or the world ending.
He, for the most part, had been surprisingly respectful of your request. It seemed he recognized that you were genuinely ill and was giving you the time you needed to recover. It was nice… and yet you were still somewhat suspicious of how quiet he was being.
While sitting shivering on the couch, wrapped in a cocoon of blankets, you sneezed, wincing as the action made you feel as though you were swallowing shards of glass. This sucked. You could barely muster the energy to feed yourself, and moving in any direction made your head feel worse.
A knock on your apartment door made you groan. “Please go away…” You murmured.
A moment later, you heard the door unlock and slowly open. Blearily, you wondered who could’ve had your key. You’d only given it to one close friend in the case of an emergency and…Leon. Oh, no.
“Sir?” You squeaked out, slowly turning your head to see that it was indeed him. After closing your door, he started making his way into your small kitchen.
“Don’t talk, no need to strain your voice,” he said, placing several bags on your counter.
Instead of heeding his request, you shifted slightly to see what he was doing. “You didn’t have to come…I’m fine…just gotta wait it out.”
“Querida, what kind of boss would I be if I knew my faithful assistant was gravely ill?” He was pulling out what appeared to be a thermos, a box of tea, and a jar of honey. From the other bag, he removed cold medication and lozenges.
“What is all that?”
Putting on his best Lou Jitsu impression, he gestured dramatically to the little silver thermos. “Hooot SOUP! Courtesy of Mikey.” He declared proudly. “Chicken noodle, homemade of course and just the thing for this nasty cold to go bye-bye.”
Before you could protest, the man was filling up one of your bowls and bringing it over to where you sat. He was surprisingly gentle as he placed the bowl in your hands, helping you adjust before asking, “You got it?” Maybe it was the fever making you delirious, but the way he spoke was creating all kinds of nice feelings in your belly.
“Got it, thank you…” You rasped, taking the spoon to your lips and blowing off the steam before giving it a taste. “Mm…” the soup was good, really good. Thankfully, you still retained this of your five senses so you could enjoy every spoonful.
Leon looked pleased once you had eaten the whole bowl. You declined the offer of a second bowl, so he made you a cup of tea instead. “Now, you know I don’t like to brag…” You snorted at this, “but this little blend is what I like to call: The Coldinator.” He added a tablespoon of honey to the cup and stirred. “Did I ever tell you about Dad’s rat flu? This tea was a lifesaver.”
He hadn’t, and you shook your head at him, giving him the go-ahead to begin a tale, the likes of which you’d never heard before. The tea was actually quite pleasant, the honey added a hint of sweetness and soothed your throat.
“Don’t worry, Donnie created a vaccine a long time ago.” He snorted softly. “Can you imagine the onslaught of chaos if that were ever to hit the general public?”
You shook your head, unwilling to speak any longer since it was far too painful. You winced again as even turning your head caused you pain, and you closed your eyes in discomfort.
Not only did Leon notice, but he was also immediately up, rifling through one of the bags for something else. Moments later, a pill and a glass of water were being carefully pushed into your hands. “Here. Take one of these, and then it’s time for you to sleep.”
You took it, realizing it was an Advil cold and sinus tablet and realized you’d need to go to the bathroom first before sleep.
Gingerly, you moved to stand, and quick as a flash, Leon was right there, helping you stand and dutifully walking you to the bathroom. Thankfully, he did let you handle that on your own, but stood like a sentry on the other side, waiting for you to come out. After finishing your business, you were helped into bed and tucked in at that. Your body was shivering again at the sudden change in temperature. Your warm blankets on the couch had been swapped with room-temperature sheets, and you whimpered softly as a cool hand was placed on your forehead.
“You’re burning up, querida…the medicine should help.”
All you could manage was a nonsensical reply as your body finally calmed and you closed your eyes. With sleep on the horizon, you began to drift off. You could have chalked it up to a fever dream, but you swore you felt the press of a soft pair of cool lips on your forehead just before sleep claimed you.
You were out like a light for the next eight hours.
As you woke, you still weren’t completely recovered—not like you’d be magically cured after one night, like in the cartoons—but you did feel slightly better, your headache wasn’t as bad, and you were able to pull yourself out of bed and wrap yourself in a fluffy blanket before shuffling into the hall.
You half-expected Leon to be gone, but what surprised you more than seeing him sleeping deeply on your couch was that your main room was spotless. Everything was so clean; the mess he’d made on your counter was gone. All the cold medicine had been gathered in a neat little pile, your dirty dishes had been cleaned, and there was a fresh teabag in your cup, with hot water in your kettle on the keep-warm setting.
Just as you were about to pour water into the cup, a quiet snort from the couch made you jump. Turning—slowly because you still had a slight headache—you saw your boss, limbs stretched out, one leg on the couch, and one leg off, with one of your throw blankets wrapped haphazardly around his middle. He was softly snoring and still dressed in his rumpled shirt. A few of the top buttons had come undone, revealing a peek of his sunny yellow plastron beneath. His turtle anatomy had always been a source of fascination to you, and aside from the occasional clothing mishap…you did not see much more than his face or hands on a daily basis.
It amused you that he and his brothers used to gallivant around the city practically naked when they were teens. Nowadays, clothes were their standard way of being as they lived their lives as citizens of New York. There was something quietly intimate about seeing him like this, vulnerable, and his rambling mouth quiet for once.
He was also murmuring in his sleep, and it suspiciously sounded like your name. What could he be dreaming about?
“Please, mi amor…please put me out of my misery…”
A slow smile crept across your face as you stopped to listen.
“You always stack the papers so nice…oops, dropped my pen, get it for me…bend over…just like that…your ass is so pretty…”
Your cheeks were aflame now. Was he serious?! A fantasy that involved you picking up his pen?! His sleep talking would just get more ridiculous as you continued to listen.
“Gimme a slice of that cake…you’re like a sexy Viennetta.”
This time, you nearly choked on your own spit, trying not to laugh when you saw one of his eyes slowly crack open. Quickly, you turned to go back into the kitchen, hiding your face as he slowly sat up, yawning.
“Hey…feeling better?”
“Yep!” You answered much too quickly. “I’m much better…” Your voice still had a decent rasp to it, but you at least felt less like you were dying.
“Good, now, sit, I’m making you breakfast.” He rose, giving his body a good stretch that had you sneaking a glance, and then he was shooing you out of your kitchen, ignoring your protests that you could do it yourself.
“B-but, Sir! Don’t you have…” You’d been effectively sent to timeout on your couch as you peeked at your phone, gasping softly. “You have a meeting in five minutes!”
“Not important,” he winked back, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. “They’ll just have to wait.” He was searching through your cupboards and exclaimed with a quiet ‘aha’ as he found what he was looking for. Your bag of quick oats hit the counter with a soft thud as he went to search for a measuring cup next.
You were trying to quell your anxiety. Although you appreciated him coming over to take care of you, it wasn’t as if you wanted him to jeopardize important shareholder meetings on your account.
“Calm, chiquita, I already rescheduled it.” It was as though he’d sensed your discomfort, highly aware of how much you disliked the schedule being deviated from.
“…Oh.” You relaxed a bit, not expecting him to actually think ahead.
“Don’t sound so surprised, I can take care of things if I need to.” He said, slowly stirring the oatmeal on the stove.
“Of course.” You answered quietly. There were a lot of thoughts swirling around in your head currently, as you wrapped the blankets more tightly around yourself.
Minutes later, he was presenting you with a bowl of oatmeal that he’d already added milk to and topped with a sprinkling of brown sugar. He sat with his own bowl nearby and watched you begin to eat.
“I will need to be going soon,” he said between bites. “I know, I know, don’t miss me too much,” he teased.
“I’ll be okay.” You promised, giving him a smile. “Fine by Monday.”
He was smiling as he finished off his bowl of oatmeal. “If you aren’t, let me know. I need my assistant to be in top shape. We have that conference coming up.”
“Yes, of course, I’ll be good for it.” You ate more slowly, relieved he’d gone with something easy to swallow.
The meal was finished quietly, and Leon did the dishes before straightening up and preparing to leave.
“Arrivederci,” he bid you farewell with a swooping bow and added in a more serious tone, “Please take care of yourself, mi querida.”
You caught his gaze, answering back in your own tone of no-nonsense. “I will, Sir.”
He departed after that, and you were left alone with your thoughts, time to process all that had just happened. What was happening? Why was he suddenly so... caring? After all, this was Leon — self-absorbed, arrogant, and a pain in your neck. The man who had just dropped everything to take care of you for the past twenty-four hours revealed a very different side of him, one you hadn’t known existed. Clearly, there were many more layers to him than you'd realized.
You were going to need to keep a closer eye on him.
*****
In the weeks following your recovery, you’d watched Leon for any other odd changes to his behaviour. While not odd, per say, you did notice he’d been behaving himself and hadn’t done much to make your life more difficult; instead, he’d spent all of his time preparing for the business trip that was in a few days.
You’d been preparing for the trip as well. It wasn’t as though you could refuse, nor did you want to. The good behaviour had intrigued you, and you were curious to see how it played out on this business trip. In the past, he’d never really taken them seriously and always ended up stumbling back to his hotel room with some floozy on his arm. Somehow, he’d also managed to give his presentation perfectly, which infuriated you to some degree.
This time, it looked to be different, but you weren’t going to hold your breath.
The journey went smoothly enough. The flight was on time, you had first-class seats, and spent the better part of it with your nose buried in one of the books you’d brought with you. At one point, Leon had convinced you to watch a movie with him. It was another one of those cheesy romantic comedies, the type you could scoff at for how predictable it was. Like before, it became a sort of game with the two of you trying to successfully guess what would occur next.
From there, the cab ride to the hotel went relatively quickly. It was around 4pm, and you had the rest of the evening to prepare and rest up. Your room was clean with fresh, crisp sheets on the bed and the signature chocolate on the pillow. Leon’s room was right across the hall; he’d booked it that way on purpose, preferring to have you close just in case.
After freeing your top sheet and duvet from their tightly folded corners and toeing off your shoes, you’d flopped into bed and fell asleep minutes later.
A light tapping on your door roused you hours later, and you quietly made your way to the door, only to open it and see Leon with a tray in his hands.
“Evening, sleeping beauty, thought you could use some dinner.” His mouth quirked into a grin as he surveyed you. “Love the bedhead look, so chic, wish I had hair so I could replicate it.”
You blinked owlishly as you realized he was teasing you and chuckled softly. “I think you could pull it off.” Stepping back, you moved to let him set the tray on the table.
“Nah, tried it once, looked fabulous, but the hair was an evil kleptomaniac, which kinda put a damper on things.”
You decided not to question him further on that little tidbit of information and instead sat down to see what he brought you.
The smell was so good that it had your mouth watering instantly. It was a pasta dish, simple but delicious, with bowtie noodles in a creamy rose sauce, sliced chicken breast, and a triangle of garlic bread. You half-expected him to invite himself in to chat while you ate, but he didn’t. To your surprise, he left, citing the need to finish preparing for his presentation.
What was going on?
The real test would come the following day, after he finished his presentation—he aced it, of course, despite some xenophobia during the question period—and you both had the rest of the evening free. Typically, you’d both have a few drinks. Leon would find a piece of eye candy to latch onto, while you would eventually go back to your hotel room alone.
You were bracing yourself for it this time. Seeing him with other women was disheartening in a way you could not quite explain. It brought the feeling of something heavy settling in the pit of your stomach, a leaden weight that refused to be moved. You’d tried reasoning with yourself that he was an adult and that it was none of your business what he did in his spare time, but it felt almost like a slap in the face nonetheless.
One of these times, you’d be the one to take someone up to your hotel room.
Take that, Leon.
You were sitting at the hotel bar’s polished marble counter and on your second drink when she walked in. You recognized her right off as a member of the conference and exactly Leon’s type—tall, legs for days, and blonde with an air of sophistication. She’d already been eyeing your boss, still finely dressed in his pinstriped suit and tie, and was heading his way. The two of you weren’t sitting together at the bar by chance. He’d arrived after you and was now chatting with that woman.
Here we go.
Turning away, you sighed softly as you swirled the contents of your cocktail and took another sip.
“May I join you?”
You swallowed a gasp as a smooth-talking man slipped into the seat beside you.
“Um, sure.” You replied, giving him a smile.
He ordered you a drink, and the two of you got to talking. He was also attending the conference, and his business was based elsewhere in NYC. You couldn’t help but notice how sweet and charming he was, and thought perhaps this was your chance.
You did not notice Leon sporting a menacing glare in his direction from across the bar. He was barely able to attend to the leggy blonde in front of him and was practically grinding his teeth as you stood with the man at the bar and accepted his invitation to dance.
The blonde was trying her hardest to bring his attention back to herself. “I like dancing.” She declared in hopes that he’d say something along those lines instead of watching his eyes follow his assistant and the man from the bar.
“Let’s dance then.” His answer was clipped as he abruptly stood and took her hand.
“Oh!” She gasped, practically being dragged there. She had already surmised that this was his eagerness in trying to close the deal with her, and was more than happy to comply.
Leon just wanted to get as close to you as possible.
Now, it’s possible you were a little tipsy at this point, with three drinks under your belt and not in the greatest of headspaces. You got caught up with the fact that someone was giving you attention for once. You were inadvertently making Leo jealous, too. Good, see how he liked it.
Within an hour of meeting this guy, you were allowing him to pull you into his embrace as you slowly danced around with the other couples.
Softer, jazzy type music was playing from a live band, and you were quietly chatting with Guy while you slowly moved around the dance floor. He seemed nice enough and genuinely interested, and it didn’t take him long to slip you an extra room key in hopes you’d make your way up there.
Your heart was pounding as you watched him walk away and clutched the little card close while marvelling at the opportunity suddenly presented to you. An invitation for sex that might as well have been served on a silver platter.
None of this went undetected as Leon was following your every move. The moment you left the lounge, he was hot on your heels. Jealously and protectiveness had outweighed all sense of logic at this point, and soon he was stopping those elevator doors just as they were closing to get on with you.
“Heyyy, chiquitita, off to bed? I’d be more than pleased to escort you.” His jovial nature this time seemed a bit forced, and you narrowed your gaze slightly.
“Actually…I’m heading somewhere else.” You hedged, raising an eyebrow at him. “What happened to Miss tall, blond and ditzy?”
It was a challenge, and he knew it; still, he tried to play it off. “She was fine, not my taste today.”
Time was running out for him to stop you as the elevator doors opened. “Oh, what a shame, well, here’s my stop.” You were ready to step around him when his arm shot out next to your head while his forearm pressed against the cool brushed aluminum wall, effectively caging you in.
“Wait.” He implored softly, now showing you the barest hint of vulnerability. “Don’t go to him. If a release is all you’re needing, then—”
You pushed hard against his chest, suddenly furious with him as the elevator doors quietly slipped shut.
“You are unbelievable! The one time a guy notices me, and you pull this shit? Screw you, and this stupid, jealous crap you’re trying to pull.”
His expression conveyed both shock and awe as you laid into him, but he did back up to give you space while the elevator climbed to the next floor, both yours and his.
“I was just looking out for you.” He tried, the excuse was weak, and you both knew it. It did very little to quell the flames of discontent within you.
“No, screw you and the stupid, fucking double standard. So, it’s fine if you go off screwing every pair of legs that gives you the time of day, but the one time—the ONE time I try it, you—”
“That was before!” he interjected, finally losing his cool and throwing his arms down.
“Before what?!” you demanded, and when he didn’t answer you right away, you asked again, louder this time. “Before. What?!”
“Before I started to care about you!” he finally exclaimed, and the doors opened on a little old couple trying to get down to the lobby. Neither of you had gotten off at your floor, so the elevator had gone back down again.
You and Leon had fixed each other with tense expressions while the little old man and woman chatted sweetly with each other. You were still trying to process what he just said. Maybe he was messing with you? He’d had a few drinks up until this point; was it a drunken mistake? No, drunk words are sober thoughts after all, and you were forced to consider that maybe, he might possibly be telling the truth.
Leon cared about you. He didn’t want you going off to some random man’s room when he was right there to give you what you needed. That still didn’t excuse the fact that he was being a complete asshat about it.
You huffed softly, crossing your arms as the couple walked off, and Leon quietly pressed the button for your floor again. To your surprise, he also pressed the bottom to the floor your ‘date’ was waiting on.
“I’m sorry.” He finally said. “You’re right, and it’s none of my business who you decide to spend your off-hours with. My suggestion was callous and fueled by unfounded jealousy,” he sighed softly and continued, “I want you to be happy, but please be careful, you don’t know this guy, although I would hazard a guess that he’s not a bad guy.”
You relaxed, visibly as you nodded. “Thank you, Leon.”
He smiled then, “That’s the first time you called me Leon instead of Sir.”
Blushing and scrambling for an excuse, you said, “Ha, it’s just because I’ve had a few…don’t read too much into it.”
Once again, elevator doors opened, and this time, Leon stood aside. He said nothing more as he watched you finally exit the elevator. His gaze never wavered even as the doors slowly closed and you glanced back, one last time.
You huffed softly to yourself as you slowly walked down the hall. Stupid Leon…who does he think he is? How dare he? He thinks he can just…
In the midst of your fuming, you’d ended up right at the door of your supposed date. Your heart was pounding; the key had been retrieved from your pocket, yet you were unable to complete the final motion of tapping it against the sensor to unlock the door.
This is stupid, just do it!
You were still in the same spot a minute later, frozen and becoming increasingly self-conscious of anyone seeing you.
Swallowing a groan of frustration, you had to admit, the thrill of engaging in a one-night stand with a perfect stranger was less than appealing, and when you pictured yourself in a lover's embrace, someone else came to mind. He had a cocky grin, emerald-green skin and two red crescents cutting across each eye.
You were doomed, but you felt guilty about not going, so instead you went back down to the hotel bar to find the blonde from earlier. You slipped the keycard into her hand on the pretense that it belonged to Leon and dropped the floor and room number for the man you were with earlier. Someone might as well be getting laid tonight.
Five minutes later, you were knocking on Leon’s door. It was dumb, and you certainly didn’t need to do this, but you felt compelled to let him know you’d changed your mind.
He opened the door with a look of concern, shirtless with a pair of grey sweatpants on.
You spoke first, complete with a dramatic shrug. “I didn’t go, alright? Are you happy now?”
He was more than happy , so much in fact that he crossed the distance between you, slipped his hand around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss with enough passion to make your head spin.
Your first instinct was to wrap your arms around him and try to take control of the kiss, and he was more than happy to oblige, angling his mouth to kiss you more deeply. You just wanted to feel something good for a change, a choice that was more or less influenced by the alcohol you’d consumed earlier, but also sheer stubbornness.
Unfortunately, logic had to rear its ugly head as you felt Leon trying to guide you into his room and close the door behind you. The click was enough to make you pull back and take a breath, catching his lust-filled gaze with your own. This…couldn’t happen, you’d fought so hard to maintain a professional relationship with him, and now here you were about to toss it all out the window.
This couldn’t happen…
But fuck, you wanted it to.
“Something wrong, mi amor?” he brushed the side of your cheek with his fingertips and cradled the back of your head with his other hand. Those hands held so much promise, the hidden pleasures they could bring and yet you were about to refuse him.
“I…can’t, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…kissed you back.” Gently, you pushed on his chest, and he released you. Let it be said that Leon was a man of his word and would never coerce a woman into sleeping with him. He didn’t need to. Still, there was a hint of regret in his eyes as he let you go.
“Querida?” He questioned, looking concerned. “I’m sorry, I’m the one who shouldn’t have—”
You didn’t blame him, but you also didn’t give him much more time to explain himself; instead, you backed out of his room quickly – a soft blush covering your cheeks as you made your retreat. “Goodnight, Leon.”
Back in your own room, you flopped on the bed with a groan. “What is wrong with you…?” Now you had no one to warm your bed. Stupid Leon for making you feel all conflicted, and damn him for being a good kisser and making you question everything.
Try as you might, you couldn’t shake the fact that you found him attractive and, dare you say it, actually liked him. He was still a pain in your ass, but he’d sort of changed lately. He didn’t even entertain that woman who’d been flirting with him.
It was not typical behaviour for him, and now that kiss…you felt all twisted up inside. A month ago, you’d decided that enough was enough and you needed to take that next step up the ladder, so you’d started applying for jobs and had actually gotten an interview. This potential job would be a game-changer, a chance to really show off what you could do. And it wasn’t as if you could have a relationship with Leon anyway in your current state, and he was not the type of man you’d typically go for.
Now, your rational mind was pointing out the hard facts you simply could not ignore. He couldn’t possibly have feelings for you; you weren’t his type, either. You’d both been drinking, caught up in the moment, that was all it was. You were colleagues, work partners, and that’s all you ever would be.
All you ever could be.
**
“You’re hired, you can start as soon as your new hire paperwork is submitted.”
Hearing those words filled you with a sense of elation. You couldn’t believe you’d gotten the job. Out of all the candidates, they’d chosen you. Now all you had to do was complete the paperwork and submit your two weeks' notice…to Leon, who had no idea you were going to be leaving him.
You couldn’t afford to be weak now. This was your career, and nothing was going to stand in your way, not even him.
You pondered the best way to broach the subject as you began typing up your letter of resignation.
There would be no easy way to tell him. Better to rip the band-aid off and leave it on his desk Monday morning, along with his morning latte. He’d understand… wouldn’t he? Would he even care? Would your absence be felt, like a wound needing to be stitched and bandaged? Would he be happy for you, hiding a deep ache every time he walked by your empty desk?
His reaction was far different from what you’d expected. The look of confusion when he was presented with the letter had quickly been replaced by a cold sort of understanding he wasn’t adept at hiding.
He was happy for you, he said, barely reading it before tossing it back on his desk. You could no longer read him after that, but you could glean from his tone that he was not as pleased as he appeared. His responses were a little too quick and clipped for your liking.
“This is…great, it’s good, so good in fact that you shouldn’t even bother coming in for the remainder of your time.”
Now, you were confused, protesting softly as you tried to decode his ‘Leon speak’.
“But, Sir…I’m not sure I understand…”
“Oh,” he waved a hand dismissively. “You’ll still be compensated for your time, but I need to start training your replacement. I’ve had my eye on Miranda; she’ll do nicely.”
His words stung. To be told that you could be replaced so easily might as well have been a slap in the face, but by Miranda? Really? She was eager to please, but there weren’t many thoughts bouncing around that blonde cranium of hers. What was he playing at? She’d never be able to work out his complicated schedule, let alone all the other ridiculous things he asked for. Was this because of that night at the conference? He couldn’t get you, so he was now jumping at the chance to replace you with someone more... accommodating?
“But don’t you need me to—" You try not to stammer, shocked as you are.
“Nope! I got this.” He didn’t even know what you’d been about to say, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t need you—for anything anymore, apparently. “Better go clear out your desk. You can pick up your severance cheque on the way out.” There was a finality in his tone that you knew would be impossible to contend with.
You’d heard it before, when a business deal had gone south and he had ended negotiations right then and there. Now he was using it with you, and all you could manage was a stiff nod and a softly spoken, “Yes, Sir.” You would not let him break you or see your tears. You would keep a stiff upper lip and clear out your desk over the next hour.
If that was the way he’d like to end your partnership, then fine. Go ahead and burn that bridge, Leon.
You were glad you never did end up sleeping with him. It would’ve made this even more difficult.
You cast one last glance at his office, only to see him in the same position as when you left. You said your goodbyes to your coworkers and exited the office for the final time.
It wasn’t until you stepped out onto the street with the box holding all your belongings that tears stung your eyes. How dare he? After everything you’d been through? How could he so easily discard you like a piece of trash? You’d thought he’d changed, but he was still the same jerk he’d always been. Unfeeling and uncaring, selfish and concerned only with self-preservation, all wrapped up in a cold, calculating demeanour.
Jerk
Little did you know that Leon was anything but fine. Panic gripped him as he watched you walk out of the office and subsequently out of his life because, like an idiot, he’d pushed you away. Easier to leave someone before they leave you, after all. That fact hadn’t even registered with him. It wasn’t until the day was long over and the workplace empty of all employees that he dared walk by your old office.
You’d left your desk light on, forcing him to go in and click it off. Realization hit harder in that moment as the room was bathed in shadows. It was too large, too empty, devoid of you and all the warmth you carried.
He leaned over your old desk, gripping the edge slightly. You were gone, and he only had himself to blame.
Just when he’d come to the realization that he did indeed love you.
**
Weeks passed, and you settled into your new job. Leon stayed silent on his end, and you’d assumed he was absolutely done with you. Despite how he’d acted, an obviously terrible reaction to your leaving, you missed him. You missed his stupid face and the way he always smiled like the sun shone out of your ass whenever you’d completed a task or provided him with something to sign. You were still furious, of course, and in no way ready to forgive him, but still, you found yourself reminiscing about the times you’d enjoyed yourself.
You missed his warmth and the calm contentment of working alongside him. Damn him for making you care, especially in the last few months of working for him. There was a deep ache in your heart whenever you thought about him. He’d hurt you, and there was no closure to be found as long as he seemed intent on maintaining a closed line of communication.
Very well, you might need some time to heal, but you would be strong and move on from him. You wondered how he was faring in your absence. Was Miranda as good a replacement as he’d thought she’d be? Bitterly, you came to the conclusion that he’d probably already slept with her and barely even thought about you. People don’t change that easily.
Leon was absolutely miserable. Miranda’s work ethic had paled in comparison to yours, and he’d barely used her. The atmosphere in the office was noticeably somber too. There were no more pranks on his part, and he’d barely left his office, even to take a lunch break.
This did not go unnoticed by his twin. He was the eyes and ears of the entire building after all, nothing got past him, and right now, his brother was hurting. It was up to him, apparently, to knock some sense into him—not the best choice, Mikey or Raph would’ve been better for this, but alas, they were busy.
“Ah, good afternoon, dear brother of mine.” He’d said while striding into his office, much like Leon did whenever he went upstairs to his.
Leon was staring moodily at a coffee cup; the drink had long since gone cold since his new assistant had fetched it for him. She’d gotten lost on the way to the coffee shop in the bookstore and instead had purchased it from the Starbucks across the street. Not only was his drink prepared incorrectly, but she’d also taken the liberty of adding whipped cream to it—ew. “What is it?” he asked in a bored tone. “If this is about the sales in this month’s past quarterly…”
“It is not,” Donnie said, moving to one of the chairs in front of his desk. “You still haven’t apologized to my girlfriend for your callous remark at the Gala. Since you have so much extra time on your hands from firing your assistant, I believe now is the time.”
Leon scowled, scoffing lightly as he threw his hands up. “Really? That’s why you came all the way down here?”
“Yes, just because you screwed things up with her doesn’t mean you can’t still make things right with my girl. Maybe then you’ll see how much of an idiot you’re being and actually fix your mistakes for once.” He gave his brother a pointed look to drive his point home.
The slider was quiet as he contemplated his words. “It’s too late…” he said finally, “I was losing her, so I pushed her away. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Does admitting it out loud make you feel better?”
With a rueful laugh, Leon shrugged. “I guess? It doesn’t change anything. She’s still gone. I should just let her live her life, and…”
“It’s never too late. That’s quitter talk and not the mentality of this company’s face man, now is it?” Donnie gently pressed. “She deserves to know the truth.”
“I…it’s stupid.” Leon shook his head. “I drove her nuts when she was my assistant, that’s why she left…she wanted to get out. She wanted to leave…me.”
With that, Donnie got up, popped the lid off Leo’s untouched drink, and threw it in his face. The resulting sputter of shock went completely ignored.
“Did you even spend five minutes learning what her actual career path was? It wasn’t to be your assistant forever, you dumdum. You were so afraid of losing face that you ignored everything and treated her like crap on top of it all. Well, guess what, you look dumb now, your worst fear realized and look at that, you survived. Now get your head out of your ass and go talk to her.”
Leon gaped at him, shock evident as he snatched some tissues to dab up the mess on his shirt and face. “Okay, say you have a point…what should I do?”
“Well, first clean your face because let me reiterate, you look dumb. Second, grand romantic gestures are your forte, not mine. Watch some romance movies, particularly the one called Two Weeks Notice.” He returned to his seat with a self-satisfied nod.
“Thanks,” Leon said, smiling for the first time in weeks. “I’ll apologize to your girlfriend next time I see her.”
“See that you do,” Donnie said, preparing to leave without sparing him a second glance. “And not that you need it, but good luck.”
Leon was left not only with his thoughts but also with a sticky mess to clean up. True to his word, he finally apologized to Donnie’s girlfriend and then set about concocting a plan to talk to you. A lot of things needed to be set in motion, and it all had to go perfectly.
Hello, everyone! Sorry I've been so quiet lately, life is life-ing and I'm just trying to survive it and work at the same time. You all know how it goes. Anyway!
Now, this post I'm not bringing you one, but TWO stories! Both containing fanchild OCs my brain made up on the spot for two of my close friends!
I have decided to post these fics through Ellipsus and will be doing so from here on out, for my own creative safety and peace of mind.
This first fic is JUST finished and brand new and something I wrote for one of my besties @sophiacloud28 !! (Special thank you to Laundry for beta reading this one!)
Orion
This second one I am fairly certain I forgot to post, but I wrote it for one of my other besties @adebauchedsloth!!
After roughly 6 months, from ideation to finish, here are the guys.
Happy 10th anniversary to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows!
Leonardo, in the midst of training. I'm kinda jealous of how effortlessly elegant he looks tbh.
Raphael, either about to demonstrate to some stray Foot ninja why they shouldn't tango with any of the turtles without back up or screwing around with Mikey and/or Casey.
Donatello, blasting the Mission Impossible theme after a successful secret task + a Droney drive by.
Michelangelo, about to punk either Raph, Casey, or Vern. Whichever one's the most hilarious honestly.
Wanted to see what Don’s outfit in the final chapter of my fic looked like. I even colored it, although this is about as far as my patience (and skill level, frankly) for coloring goes. Now that I’m not currently writing I can go back to my first love, drawing.
Alt Paper Doll base, and then something silly because I accidentally hid a layer on the jacket as I was working, and he turned into some kind of a Hugh Hefner. And of course I have a fully naked version, but not posted here. Not that’s its risqué. But as I am a lover of turtle tail ween, he does look like a Ken doll. I was really practicing my muscles in this one.
I’m not kidding. This is the time to act. Yes I know it’s short notice , but so is Netflix trying to remove Rise without any heads up. Spread this! Repost it! Everywhere. And I mean, everywhere. TikTok, twitter, Reddit, insta, Facebook. Stream the show/movie all day tomorrow and Saturday. Let’s flash mob this!
We’re going full on guerrilla streaming. Do. Not. Let. Them. Win! Reblog. Share. Fight. Protect the art you love.
