Hi I like to ask you a little question so my question is who in the mighty mutanimals from TMNT 2012 is your favorite character slash, Leatherhead, Dr Rockwell or pigeon Pete to be honest I can't decide because they're all so great but I want to know what your answer is also sorry to bother you.
Among the Mighty Mutanimals, my favorites are undoubtedly Leatherhead and Slash. Both of them are compelling with unique personalities and rich backstories that add depth to their characters.
However, I would lean toward Leatherhead if I had to choose just one. Despite his fierce and violent moments, he has a soft side that truly stands out. At his core, Leatherhead is a loyal friend who shows immense care for those he loves, revealing a sweet personality that contrasts beautifully with his tough exterior.
Hi! Is it alright if I have a matchup with the Bayverse boys? Iโm 5โ2โ, brunette hair with dark blonde highlights and hazel-green eyes with a little black dot in one, and I wear glasses. Iโm not very talkative when Iโm meeting new people but with time I open up more, but Iโm still an introvert. I really like being alone, but not the feeling of loneliness. I also really like drawing, preferably aesthetically pleasing pictures. Iโm not the smartest person, nor the dumbest. I do fail in a lot of classes, but I do know a lot about paleontology and astronomy, and biology in general. Iโm also not the strongest person, physically and emotionally. I cry very easily and Iโm really insecure about it when I do. Iโm also a great listener, but not a great talker. I can never sleep without my favorite soft blanket, and sometimes I really like to have something soft and rubbery to chew on. I usually wear really soft clothes, like PJs. When Iโm alone with my partner, I usually like to talk to them with a soft baby voice. And I get flustered very easily. I hope this is okay!! Hope you have a great day/afternoon/night!!
I think โซฮฆโชaโฎโฌLLฮฆ is your chosen one!
When you two first met, there was an almost instant connection, as if the energy you each carried naturally resonated with the other. It wasnโt loud or overwhelmingโjust a quiet, mutual understanding that drew you closer.
Even with your differences, they never felt like barriers. Instead, they became opportunities to learn and grow together, adding depth and dimension to your bond. You complemented each other in unexpected ways, creating a balanced and harmonious relationship that felt as natural as it was fulfilling.
From the way your glasses frame your hazel-green eyes, complete with that unique little black dot, to the soft baby voice you use just for him, Donnie finds each detail about you utterly endearing. Every quirk feels like a treasure, something he quietly admires in his own thoughtful way.
While youโre both introverts, itโs clear that youโre more reserved when meeting new people. Donnie has even playfully compared you to a cautious dog encountering a strangerโtentative at first but warm and loyal once trust is earned.
One of the things he appreciates most about having you around is the absence of pressure. With you, thereโs no need for him to put on a front or be anything other than himself. Conversations flow naturally, and the quiet comfort you bring makes your presence a welcome retreat from the chaos of life.
Donatello is deeply understanding of your lack of talkativeness, especially since you make up for it by being such a good listener. He relates to your struggles, as he can be a little awkward when speaking himself, especially in emotionally charged moments. This is part of why he feels so comfortable around you. Your presence never comes with the weight of expectation or judgment.
He notices how much you enjoy listening to him, even when the technical details of his ramblings might go over your head. Itโs not the comprehension that matters to himโitโs the genuine interest you show, something that feels rare and meaningful. The fact that youโre willing to sit with him and give him your attention, even when his explanations wander into complex territory, means more to him than words could express. Itโs a quiet, unspoken kindness that makes him feel seen and valued in a way few others ever have.
When it comes to your insecurities, Donnie could never bring himself to judge you. He knows all too well how it feels to wrestle with self-doubt and vulnerability, and it would feel hypocritical to hold it against you. Your moments of tears donโt bother himโin fact, heโs learned to see them as your way of expressing what words sometimes canโt. To him, itโs just another form of communication, a way your emotions surface when the weight of stress becomes too heavy to bear.
While Donnie tends to keep his own emotions in check and rarely leads with them, he has a remarkable intuition for recognizing when you need support. Heโs attuned to the subtle shifts in your demeanor and knows when to offer the quiet comfort you needโwhether itโs through a soft gesture, a reassuring presence, or simply giving you space to let it out. Heโs there when you need him, steady and patient, always ready to remind you that itโs okay to feel.
When it comes to your preference for always wearing PJs and needing your favorite blanket to sleep, Donnie barely gives it a second thought. To him, itโs just a natural part of who you are, so much so that itโs become a constant he doesnโt even question. Whether youโre curled up in your cozy sleepwear, chewing on rubber, or clutching that familiar blanket, itโs simply a norm in his mindโone of those little quirks that make you, you. He doesnโt see it as strange or out of place; itโs just another comforting element of your presence, blending seamlessly into his day-to-day. If anything, it quietly reassures him, serving as a subtle reminder of the softness and warmth you bring into his life.
Donnieโs insatiable curiosity and thirst for knowledge naturally extend to your passions for paleontology, astronomy, and biology. He absolutely loves delving into those topics with you, eager to hear your thoughts and insights. Itโs one of the rare times he gets to see you speak freely, words spilling from your lips without hesitation as your excitement takes over.
How could he not want to encourage that? Seeing you so animated and engaged is a delight for him, and he treasures those moments where your reserved nature falls away, replaced by pure enthusiasm. Itโs as if your shared interests unlock a side of you he doesnโt often get to see, and he canโt help but want to explore it further, learning from you as much as you learn from him.
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Hi! Cold you do a ship for me pls? :) I have dirty blonde hair, blue eyes. I like reading, writing, editing, learning new things, working out, hiking, and being outside. Iโm a very patient person and Iโm kind as well :) Although Iโm kinda quiet around people I do enjoy their company and I love conversing with them. Iโm also a weirdo but in a good way. Iโm sarcastic, and I joke around a lot, Iโm also an optimist :) and I always look for an adventure ๐ thank you!
Honestly, I could see you with ๏พไนใฎๅ๏พๅฐบใใฎ as your ship.
You're both naturally quiet souls, though Leo carries an assertiveness befitting his role as the eldest. He has a sharp awareness of your social rhythms, picking up on the subtle signs you show when you're ready to slip away and carve out some space for yourself. It's never overbearingโjust an effortless understanding that makes you feel seen.
Being around Leo when he's calm and not burdened by stress isn't draining at all. In fact, your presence seems to have a grounding effect on him, pulling him gently back to Earth when his mind threatens to spiral. There's an ease in those moments, an unspoken harmony that makes the silence shared between you feel meaningful rather than empty.
Itโs a familiar sight to find the two of you tucked away in a quiet nook, removed from the bustle of others, sharing a mutual appreciation for stillness. Whether itโs reading, writing, or simply basking in the calm presence of one another, the moments are serene and unhurried. Leo holds a unique place in your life as one of the few people you trust enough to share your works-in-progress without feeling overly self-conscious.
While conversations do happen, theyโre often light and intermittentโpassing exchanges that flow naturally between stretches of comfortable silence. Thereโs no pressure to fill the quiet, and that understanding makes the time you spend together feel effortless and safe.
Leonardoโs sarcasm has always been a part of his personality, but itโs something that sharpens with age, becoming more refined and deliberate. While it often carries a more biting edge in his exchanges with his brothers, his approach with you is entirely different. With you, itโs playful and measured, never crossing the line into hurtful territory.
He wields it as a unique expression of his respect and affection, a subtle form of love language that feels personal and intentional. Itโs not just about the wordsโitโs the way his tone softens, the slight quirk of his expression, and the careful balance he strikes to ensure itโs always received with a smile rather than offense. Itโs a small but significant way he shows he values you, blending his natural wit with a warmth that feels uniquely yours.
Itโs no surprise that Leonardo is an active soul, always seeking movement and purpose. What might catch others off guard, though, is just how much he adores being immersed in nature. Taking him to remote hiking trailsโwhere he can breathe in the fresh air, feel the sunlight on his skin, and stand amidst the quiet majesty of the natural worldโlights a spark in him that few other things can.
Your optimism acts as the perfect counterbalance to his more serious and occasionally pessimistic mindset. When his thoughts start to spiral, those tranquil hikes with you by his side offer a much-needed reprieve. Thereโs something about the combination of natureโs calming presence and your unwavering positivity that helps him recalibrate, grounding him, and giving him the clarity he needs to move forward.
Your natural curiosity and thirst for continuous learning is something Leonardo both admires and respects deeply. Itโs a quality he finds inspiring, especially since itโs something he occasionally struggles with himself. If you want to nudge him into exploring something new, the best approach is to do it alongside him. Itโs almost like a โmonkey see, monkey doโ dynamicโyour enthusiasm has a way of breaking through his stubborn tendencies and sparking his interest in ways that feel organic and unforced.
Leo is keenly aware of his own resistance to change and can be a little set in his ways, something even his brothers have a hard time navigating. Thatโs why your patience with him means so much. He doesnโt take it for granted and feels a quiet, internal gratitude for the way you handle him with understanding and care, even when his own stubborn nature might make things more challenging than they need to be.
I know Iโve been out of commission for a while, but hopefully, this will make it up to everyone and earn some forgiveness! Fingers crossed this does the trick!
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Letโs be real, sex is weird. Itโs gross. They donโt call it bumping uglies for no reason. It is the most unserious thing on the planet. So have fun with it!!!
We are often shown and told that sex is supposed to be a show. Youโre supposed to look a certain way, feel a certain way, sound a certain way. Itโs bullshit. You are literally touching and rubbing each otherโs mucous membranes and it feels good. Itโs sticky and sweaty and smelly and thatโs normal. Thatโs how itโs supposed to be. And itโs beautiful. We are just animals taking part in the most pleasurable activity on planet earth.
Idk man Iโll just never forget the time a coworker told me about an encounter she had with a guy she had been seeing for like six months?? He was manhandling her and she was having a great time and so she laughed. You know. As you do when youโre having fun.
Deadass this guy stopped cold and accused her of laughing at him. He was genuinely angry with her and got dressed and walked out. Iโm flabbergasted to this day like. Loosen the fuck up. Sex is not that serious.
Pairing: Leo/fem!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Contents: Leo gets injured during patrol and he gets in the mood for some love making time
Warnings: 18+, mdni, brief mention of blood from a wound, hickeys, creampies, unprotected p in v (wrap it up peeps)
Wordcount: 4,139
Sentence Prompt: # 14 + 67
Notes:
Wow, this one actually took quite some time to finish, and I'm surprised by the word count. I believe this might be the post with the highest word count I have so far!
He didn't intend to get injured; it was purely accidental, or at least that's what Leo assured you. You had no reason to doubt him, aware that he prided himself on emerging from skirmishes unscathed. When you've inquired before, he likened the sensation of a human punch to a light slap. His tough, scaled skin rendered him relatively impervious to the average human's blows, which were what he typically faced on patrols during robberies, inmate escapes, and the like.
This time, the incident involved a random drunk man who had been ejected from a bar. The turtles happened to be passing by when they noticed the bar owner, looking quite irritated, forcibly escorting the inebriated individual outside. Sensing potential trouble as he observed the man stagger away, Leo dispatched Donnie and Raph to carry on with their patrol while he and Mikey hung back to ensure the drunk didn't cause any further disturbances.
Unfortunately, the drunk man did cause trouble, picking a fight with a teenager who accidentally bumped into him. Observing the youth's attire, Leo guessed aloud that the kid was likely on his way home from a late basketball game, given the sport's uniform he was wearing.
As was their nature, Leo and Mikey sprang into action without hesitation. The teenager took the opportunity to flee during the scuffle, which was for the best since he didn't need to be involved in the first place. Mikey initiated his peace-making efforts, his good-hearted nature leading him to let down his guard to appear friendlier. However, approachable as a mutant turtle might be, he was still an unusual sight for a drunk man grappling with the fear he was hallucinating. Blinded by alcohol-fueled rage, the man suddenly drew a Glock from his pants and pointed it at Mikey.
Fear and panic were emotions Leo found unfamiliar and unsettling. When moment April found themโthough it was more of a rediscovery, considering she had known them prior to their mutationโhe was primarily concerned with how she would react with the information of their existence, knowing she posed no physical threat to them. He hadnโt genuinely felt them until the Foot Clan blasted a hole in their sewer home, Shredder nearly beat their father to death, and he and the two youngest were captured like animals. Raph was missing, and in the midst of his concern for his siblings, Leo had little capacity to consider his whereabouts. Luckily, that situation was settled with Shredder's defeat and Sacks' arrest.
That heightened sense of awareness, once sparked, never truly faded for Leo. The persistent fear that someone could tear his family apart lingered constantly in the back of his mind. Your support during their moments of respite was invaluable; you had a gift for easing his anxieties, reassuring him of his strengths and the progress his brothers were making in self-defense. And even though you seldom mentioned it, understanding his mixed feelings on the matter, you once suggested that his brothers might eventually collaborate with the police force individually, rather than always as a team.
However, when Leo saw the gun aimed at Mikey, his youngest and sweetest brother, those feelings of fear and panic surged anew, compelling him to act instinctively. He positioned himself in front of Mikey, turning to shield them both with his shell. The sight of a second towering turtle startled the inebriated man into a frenzy, and in his alarm, he fired the Glock.
Mikey remained unharmed, but the bullet found its mark in Leo's thigh.
Just as quickly the situation happened, the man was apprehended and placed into police custody.
Ironically, Leo didn't even notice he'd been injured until Donnie brought it to his attention back at their lair. The wound appeared more severe than it actually was; it hadn't struck any vital arteries or tendons. Yet, as a surface wound, it bled profusely, likely exacerbated by adrenaline and his continued movement. Donnie easily fished out the bullet and stitched up the wound.
As Leo sat on the couch, he silently brooded, carefully masking his emotions while watching Raph and Mikey play video games. It was clear to anyone that Mikey felt guilty about the incident. Leo appreciated that Mikey was taking responsibility, acknowledging that his passive approach had escalated the situation, and offering a heartfelt apology. Despite this, a sting remainedโnot from the physical pain of the injury, which was linked to Mikey's inaction, but from the realization that Mikey was maturing. They were all growing up and evolving, a fact that brought both pride and a poignant sense of change.
Over the years, Raph had mellowed significantly. His anger became more focused during fights rather than exploding unpredictably like a tank's heat round. He even earned the trust to lead the team on some nights when the intensity was manageable. Leo vividly recalled the first time he challenged Raph to take the lead, fed up with his constant bickering. Raph, initially frozen with terror, was surprisingly humbled when the team returned more frazzled than when they had left. Although Splinter scolded Leo for his approach, there was a certain satisfaction in having Raph finally respect his leadership. Following the Kraang incident, Leo gradually began to relax, allowing Raph to take charge more frequently, initially with guidance. Over time, Leo found he needed to offer fewer and fewer pointers.
Donnie was still somewhat of a hermit, a trait that likely wouldn't change, which wasn't necessarily bad given his introverted nature. However, he was gradually coming out of his shell, engaging more with the world beyond his screens. Leo particularly appreciated Donnie's growing desire to improve his combat skills, as it provided a chance for the two brothers to spend one-on-one time together. Yet, as Donnie's skills sharpened, Leo found it increasingly challenging to best him in sparring matches. Even Raph, the physically strongest of them, was starting to struggle against Donnie.
Mikey was like experiencing whiplash with his dramatic transformations as he aged. The youngest was still brimming with energy, his jokes flowing as freely as candy from a pocket. Remarkably, he began taking accountability for his actions, cleaning up after his mistakes, and willingly taking on responsibilities without shirking them. However, Mikey's transition wasn't quiet. He often stonewalled during discussions about accountability and responsibility. His mood swings were abrupt, shifting from calm and content to inexplicably irritable when others presumed ignorance on his part. His bouts of anger, rivaling both Leo's and Raphโs combined, occasionally alarmed everyone, given that Mikey's default had always been to diffuse tension with humor. But almost as if it never happened, Mikey's emotional and mental state eventually stabilized into a more mature version of himself.
Everyone briefly wondered if Mikey was experiencing trauma, but the fact that he seemed more fulfilled with life after the tumultuous period reassured them and dispelled those concerns.
Then there was Leonardo, the leader in blue, currently wrestling with the idea that his brothers might no longer need him to look after their needs. He would always keep an eye on them, as neglecting to do so would contradict his nature as the eldest brother. However, the incident with the purple ooze, which caused a rift in his family, had truly opened his eyes. He never wanted to face your wrath again, having been viciously reminded that just because he wasn't used to the idea of his brothers possibly leaving to build their own livesโwhether they remained turtles or mutated into humansโhe needed to accept that they might not need him as much.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden warmth of your soft touch on his shoulders. How you managed to sneak up on him at times was beyond him.
"Are you doing okay? Donnie told me what happened during patrol." Leo's insides melted as he looked into the gentle eyes you were giving him.
He nodded with a small smile, taking your hand in his and placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles. "I'll be fine. I'll be back to normal before you know it." The corner of your lips lifted into a smile. So pretty.
Mikey spun around. "Oh hey, (Y/n)! When did you get here?" Raph only turned his head to look.
"Not too long ago." Your focus turned on them. "Heard you ran into a bit of trouble."
The youngest grimaced at the reminder but managed to maintain a lopsided grin. "Yeah, it was kind of my fault. But hey! We kicked their butts before they could even say 'Pizza Hut'!"
Raph rolled his eyes. "There was no way he was thinking of pizza in that moment, you doofus."
"Okay, but I was! I was hungry!"
You perched on the arm of the chair where Leo was sitting, gently leaning against his side as you watched the two exchange playful banter and dive back into their video game. Leo quickly made you comfortable, wrapping his arm around your waist and drawing you closer against him.
This had become what he looked forward to at the end of each day: returning to you, waiting with open arms and a sweet smile. You were his constant. His slice of peace. Although the years and the pressures of their lives had subtly shaped your personality, at your core, you remained the same person he had first met. His thumb gently traced the curve of your hip as he rested his head against you, quietly inhaling deeply to savor your scent. If you noticed, you didn't mention it.
As the day drew to a close, Leo finally had you all to himself in his room. He didn't mind sharing your company with his family, as it always comforted him to know how well you got along with them.
You moved around his room with such ease, changing into pajamas you had stashed in one of his dressers. It pleased him every time he thought about how pieces of you were scattered throughout his space. A hairbrush, aligned neatly alongside some hair products, sat on the very dresser you were rummaging through. A few photos of the two of you, and some with everyone else, adorned the cement walls. You had even added string lights, choosing blue because they reminded you of Leo, and you just had to get them for him.
Without a second thought, he pressed himself against your partially clad back, where you were still wearing a bralette. You let out a soft sound of surprise when he placed a kiss on your shoulder.
"Leo," you warned, though there was no real malice in your voice.
"Hmm?" He feigned innocence, continuing to plant kisses up the side of your neck.
"What do you think you're doing? You're injured," you remarked, slowly turning around to face him. He let you turn, choosing instead to press his lips to the top of your head.
His mouth quirked up in a half-smile. "Tis but a scratch." That got a chuckle out of you.
โIโm serious, Leo. You really should be sitting down and resting,โ you insisted, gently pushing him back toward his bed. While you both knew you couldnโt physically move Leo if he resisted, as he was a force of nature, he always allowed you to guide him where you wanted him to be.
Leoโs hands continued to roam freely over your body, tracing every dip and curve of your shape. Each contour was familiar to him, yet he remained tempted to explore it anew, regardless of how long you had been together. You followed his lead, your fingers tracing over his green scaled skin.
A brief, comfortable silence fell between you, unforced and easy. No words were necessary.
The tip of your nail lightly trailed over the raised scars lining his arms. "If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars." Your expression remained neutral as you observed him, but the waver in your voice betrayed your emotions. You empathized deeply with him, feeling the pain he must have endured as if it were your own.
There you go again, disarming him completely. In the past, he might have found this alarming, perhaps even considering you a threat to the defenses he'd built around his mind. But now, the idea of pushing you away was unimaginable. Your mind, body, and soul were too tantalizing and addictive for him to ever consider distancing himself.
Leo was at a loss for words as a small flush rose to his cheeks. Although he had never really viewed the scars he'd earned over the years as anything negative, it deeply touched him that you wished he had never had to endure the pain that caused them in the first place.
Since he couldn't find the words to express his feelings, Leo simply offered you a sweet smile and pressed his lips against yours. You sighed contently, naturally melting into his touch. The way your movements effortlessly synchronized always filled him with a sense of awe and satisfaction that no one else could provide.
The kiss deepened gradually, almost of its own accord, his tongue slipping between your plush lips in a practiced dance. His large hands encircled your waist, pulling you closer, your body significantly warmer than his turtle form could ever become.
With effortless strength, his hands moved to the underside of your thighs, lifting you up and gently setting you down on the bed beneath him. His breath was already heavy, despite having barely begun.
You squeaked in surprise, "Leo, you're going to hurt yourself." Your concern for him always came across as endearing.
"Itโs sex, not an Olympic sport. I promise I can handle it," he chuckled, his voice rich with amusement. His mouth eagerly moved to the exposed skin of your chest, sucking gently. You let out a soft sigh, your eyelashes fluttering in response.
"Fine," you pouted cutely. "Just let me know if things start to get too much, okay?"
"Always." He murmurs against your skin.
Leo's fingers meticulously explored, slowly removing the remaining clothes you hadn't yet taken off. His lips seemed to move with a will of their own, seeking every curve and crevice to kiss and suckle on, leaving marks that were carefully placed where they wouldn't be visible to the outside world.
After what seemed like an eternity to you, Leo finally removed your bottoms, and his hands took their time exploring your most intimate area. You bit your bottom lip in anticipation, watching intently as Leo's movements brought his face closer to the space between your thighs.
His tongue eagerly reached out, tracing a long, wet line along your core. If his eyes had been open, you might have seen them roll back in sheer pleasure. You tasted musky and sweet, a flavor he yearned to savor more deeply. Firmly holding your thighs to prevent you from closing them, he suckled on the sensitive bundle of nerves that quivered with need. You let out a moan, your muscles tensing beneath him. As he continued, one of his hands gently caressed your breast, kneading the soft tissue and pinching your nipple. Unnoticed by him, his own arousal was evident, tightly confined within his shorts, but he had no intention of attending to himself just yetโyou were his focus, far more important in this moment.
The sounds you made were music to his ears. He groaned deeply, a resonant churring emanating from his chest, as his hips pressed desperately into the mattress. Your hands, seeking something to grasp, found his arms draped over your torso and thighs, holding onto them tightly.
"Fuck, don't stop..." you whined, your voice a beautiful plea. It thrilled him to his core knowing he was succeeding in pleasing you so thoroughly.
Leo remained steadfast in guiding you to the precipice of ecstasy, unafraid of the fall, for he would be there to catch you, as he always had. His tongue shifted its focus to your clit, allowing him to slide his thick finger into your sopping depths. When he curled his finger in that perfect way he knew you loved, it sent you writhing, a choked moan escaping your lips.
This was a kind of torture he relished, with spikes of intense need coursing through his body as he ground his pelvis into the soft blankets spread across the bed, now creased and bunched from your combined movements. Leo felt no shame as he groaned against your cunt, having long moved past any reservations in your shared sexual exploits.
Leo could tell you were nearing the edge as your thighs began to twitch more erratically under his grip, and your moans grew louder and came in shorter bursts. Somehow, his efforts intensified, driven by the desire to bring you to climax around his finger.
"Oh, God! I'm gonna cum!" Your feet kicked slightly, a reaction that might have made Leo chuckle if he hadn't been so intently focused, his attention fully claimed by the task between your legs.
A sharp suck on your clit coupled with a final, deliberate curl of his finger sent you into a state of bliss, your voice stammering out his name as a flush spread across your skin. As you shuddered beautifully beneath him, Leo marveled at his fortune, wondering what he had done to deserve such a blessing as you. His tongue enthusiastically lapped at the juices pooling from your core, keenly aware of how your inner walls clenched around his tongue each time he dipped it inside you.
Once you began to whimper, he finally pulled away, his lips and chin glistening with your essence. Seeing him, usually so composed, in such a disheveled state was shockingly obscene. You were certain Leo would be mortified if anyone saw him like thisโflushed with arousal and messy from your release.
The sight left you more turned on than ever before.
"Lee," you called out, but he didn't respond, busy licking your slick from his lips and staring at your pussy with a dazed expression. "Leo." This time, he looked up, and the intense heat in his eyes sent goosebumps spreading across your arms. "Baby, I need you inside me, please."
Your plea sounded like the answer to every prayer he had ever uttered. In his haste to remove his shorts and position himself between your legs once more, a searing pain suddenly shot through his leg, halting his frantic movements.
He hissed, uttering a few 'ow's, and froze in place while gripping your knees to keep them steady. Your eyes widened with concern as you looked up at him.
"Are you okay?" You asked.
"Shit, yeah. Just give me a moment. I got a little ahead of myself there," Leo admitted. He took a few deep breaths, waiting for the pain to subside.
Despite the inconvenience of the gunshot wound, it fortunately didn't dampen the mood. Especially for Leo, since you were so patient beneath him, waiting for him to recover. However, you couldn't help but smirk at him.
You must have noticed him questioning the expression on your face. "I told you, you were going to hurt yourself," you said with a knowing look.
"Shut up," he huffed, his voice tinged with embarrassment. You giggled and leaned up to press a kiss to his lips, tasting yourself on them.
The kiss served as a welcome distraction, helping him to ignore the flare-up of pain from his injury. He adjusted himself carefully, positioning the leg that would normally have pressed onto the injured one, onto his shoulder instead to keep you comfortable.
You quickly took his throbbing member in your hand, running the head along your soaked folds. Both of you moaned softly as the tip grazed the nerves that Leo had tenderly swollen with his mouth.
After a moment, you guided him inside you, and he sighed in relief as he felt your warm, wet walls envelop his cock. This sensation was familiar yet something Leo could never fully acclimate to, no matter how many times you welcomed him. You squeezed your eyes shut and let your head fall back with a soft whimper, feeling completely filled by him and still somewhat sensitive from your previous orgasm.
It was as if you encompassed Leo's entire sensory system. He could smell you, feel you, hear youโthe aroma of your earlier climax permeating the room with the scent of sex. The way your inner walls fluttered around him, despite being nearly filled to the brink, was intoxicating. And the soft pants you took in an attempt to calm yourself only served to excite him further, making him even harder than before. Again, he wondered: What had he done to deserve you?
"Can I move?" Leo asked, aware that although you handled him wonderfully, he could still be a lot to adjust to, regardless of your experience with him.
You nodded and whimpered, "Yes, Lee, please..."
"Since you asked so nicely," Leo murmured, biting his lower lip to maintain some semblance of control over his voice. He began to slowly pull out, leaving just the tip inside, before pushing back in deeply.
The gentle pace was good initially, warming both of you up and allowing time to adjust to being so intimately connected. However, as Leo's desires grew more potent, it seemed you were also feeling the same urge for more. The way your brows began to knit together was a clear indication that you, too, were ready for him to intensify the rhythm.
Leo leaned down, adjusting the leg on his shoulder so it rested in the crook of his arm, allowing him to press his chest against yours to feel the intense heat radiating from you, a sensation he reveled in. His thrusts became sharper and quicker, eliciting gasps from your lips. The sweat accumulating on your skin deliciously rubbed against his plastron.
Despite the slight change in position reawakening the pain from his gunshot wound, Leo was too caught up in the addictive pleasure you provided to let it bother him significantly. The discomfort wasn't enough to stop him from continuing to drive himself between your legs, savoring everything you willingly offered to him alone.
With his face now close to yours, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, both to swallow your moans and to muffle his own sounds of gratification. Your tongues sloppily intertwined, failing to effectively silence your noises, but neither of you cared, too absorbed in each other's pleasure to give it any thought.
Although your whimpers were smothered by the kiss, Leo could still hear them escalating in pitch. You were close to the edge again, and he would have the privilege of feeling you come undone around him.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Leo panted, "Are you going to cum around me?" His breath was heavy, tinged with both desire and anticipation.
His hand slipped down to rub your clit, eliciting a whine from you as your head lolled back, exposing your neck. Seizing the opportunity, Leo gently nipped at the tender flesh there.
"Oh fuck! Don't stop, please!" you cried out, gripping his biceps for support as Leo drove you over the edge.
Leo groaned loudly into the curve of your neck as he felt your insides clench around him, the sensation both painfully intense and blissfully satisfying. It was exactly what he needed to push him over the edge, leading him to release inside your welcoming embrace. He didn't get a chance to warn you, but he knew you wouldn't have minded anyway.
You gently guided Leo by the chin to place one more kiss on his kiss-swollen lips. He hummed gratefully, his eyelids fluttering shut to fully enjoy the moment.
After a few moments of heavy breathing and basking in the afterglow, Leo carefully pulled away, prompting a brief whine from you at the loss of his closeness. He walked over to one of the many organized shelves in his room, where he kept stacks of rags. Ready to return to your side and envelope himself in the warmth you brought to his bed, he didn't linger long. He gently used a rag on you first, tenderly cleaning away any traces of your intimate moments together before he considered cleaning himself.
You peered up at him with a soft smile, your eyes tracking his movements. A grin spread across your lips when he finally finished, and you stretched your arms out, inviting him to return to your side.
He returned your smile, charmed by your cuteness, as he slid both of you under the duvet's covers. You snuggled up against his plastron, and Leo, feeling content, kissed your hairline and let out a satisfied sigh.
"You still doing okay, champ?" you asked, your voice lifting slightly with concern.
Raph is the kind of turtle who tenderly brushes your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear and kissing your temple, all while he's pistoning into you with such intensity that your cries of pleasure are unavoidable.
I've been toying with the idea of a multi-chapter fic (following along the events/timeline in the movies) where the reader is Eric Sacks' daughter, with one of the turtles becoming their eventual love interest. However, I'm struggling to decide which turtle should be the love interest, so I'm going to leave it up to you, the readers, to make the choice for me!
I've been toying with the idea of a multi-chapter fic (following along the events/timeline in the movies) where the reader is Eric Sacks' daughter, with one of the turtles becoming their eventual love interest. However, I'm struggling to decide which turtle should be the love interest, so I'm going to leave it up to you, the readers, to make the choice for me!
I've been toying with the idea of a multi-chapter fic (following along the events/timeline in the movies) where the reader is Eric Sacks' daughter, with one of the turtles becoming their eventual love interest. However, I'm struggling to decide which turtle should be the love interest, so I'm going to leave it up to you, the readers, to make the choice for me!
"Cum for me baby" from Don with his girlfriend please?
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Pairing: Donnie/fem!Reader
Rating:ย Explicit
Contents:ย Donnie is strangely overcome with the need to have you right then and there.
Warnings:ย 18+, mdni, mating season, hickeys, creampies, unprotected p in v (wrap it up peeps)
Wordcount:ย 1,594
Sentence Prompt:ย # 75
Notes:
Excuse my poor attempt of being more poetic in my writing! Hope you enjoy!
Your presence was like a living temptation to him, as if every cell in your body was crafted to make him lose control around you. Carnally irresistible, Donnie found it impossible to keep his hands off of you. Earlier, he had tried with great effort to keep his eyes on the TV, but your scent drifted into his nostrilsโso sweet and enticing. Overcome, he leaned down to breathe deeply in the crook of your neck.
The look you gave him almost made him shudder visibly. You appeared concerned by his sudden change in behavior, yet there was an undeniable excitement in your eyes as he ran his tongue over your pulse point.
He wasn't sure if something was wrong with him, but he wasn't entirely focused on figuring it out, as your soft gasps were far more captivating than anything else. His skin felt like it was on fire, and his glasses had become an irritation, so he quickly removed them and tossed them onto the coffee table. He didnโt need them anyway; you were close enough that he could clearly see your beautiful expressions.
Donnie was a turtle steeped in science, his expertise evident in the gadgets he wielded both in the lab and on patrol. He had deciphered ancient codes to deactivate a timed toxic bomb threatening New York City and uncovered the mysteries of the purple ooze. Yet, in your presence, all logic seemed to evaporate, leaving him a slave to his emotions. His instincts urged him to keep you selfishly close and immerse himself in your natural scent. He desired to fill the very being he worshiped with his essence so intensely that no one else could occupy your thoughts but him.
But as time stretched on, it seemed like hours had passed, and he was certain you were too overwhelmed to form a coherent thought. Your skin was flushed, adorned with a trail of red marks across your delicate skinโmarks destined to deepen into purple.
It almost felt like your first time together, heated with a passion so intense that you couldn't stop trying to touch each other, yet tinged with nervousness due to a lack of familiarity with each other's physical needs. However, despite the similar rush of emotions, Donnie's hands never fumbled or shook with uncertainty. They moved with confidence and precision, driven by an eager desire to worship your very existence.
Just a tilt of your head was enough for him to capture your soft lips with his, sighing softly as he found a semblance of relief amidst his lustful haze. His large hands were intent on exploring the canvas of your body despite the fact heโs seen more times he can count, gently kneading your flesh, which was much softer than his own.ย
"Donnie..." Your whine pierced through his haze of desire.
He shuddered this time at the sound, murmuring, "So pretty and all for me.โ The turtle licked his lips, dried from his heavy pants for air. ย
The space between your thighs glistened with a mixture of your juices and his essenceโa beautiful concoction, Donnie might add. Despite the evidence that he had finished inside you several times, his attention remained laser-focused on your pleasure, his mind relentlessly urging him to give more and more. It would be remiss of him not to, especially when your lips parted so beautifully with each mewl that escaped them.
He pressed one hand firmly on your back to keep you pinned against the couch. A fleeting thought crossed his mind, wondering if a three-fingered imprint would remain, but it quickly dissipated as he became captivated by the way the sweat on your skin sparkle ethereally.
Seriously, were you a fallen angel hell-bent on cursing him to eternally crave your body? No matter how many times he made you cry out his name, no matter how tightly you clenched around him that is felt like you were pulling him deeper until he climaxed, he still wanted more. Or perhaps he needed more. Donnie couldn't tell anymore; his thoughts were so tangled that he couldn't distinguish desire from necessity. Either way, it seemed his body was surrendering to its own carnal instincts, relentlessly seeking release with you, in you.
Donnie muttered a curse under his breath as his free hand slipped beneath you, caressing the bundle of nerves that made your thighs begin to quiver. Your hands clutched weakly at the cushions, moaning with abandon.
He hissed through clenched teeth as he felt your inner walls tighten around him once more. "Come for me, baby. You can do it," he encouraged gently.
It was only a moment more before you released a stuttering squeal, your nectar coating him further as he continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm. Donnie bit his lower lip as his torso lowered to brush against your back, emitting a groan and a deep, reverberating churr that would make Raph envious. He pushed himself as deep as he could inside you as he came. Your smaller hand clung to the wrist of the hand between your legs, panting loudly.
Finally, Donnie's mind began to clear, his intense sexual need appearing to wane and find satisfaction. He hoped he hadn't pushed you too far.
You seemed to recognize that it was over when Donnie didnโt immediately resume thrusting into you with his previous unrestrained vigor. Slumping beneath him, you felt his weight relax as he lazily placed kisses on the hickeys decorating your shoulders. Both of you appeared content to remain in your current position, with him still inside you, enjoying the quiet aftermath together.
"Holy shit..." you mumbled.
He let out a soft chuckle. "Too much?"
You shook your head. "No, no. It was amazing! I just don't know what came over you so suddenly.โ
โI actually donโt know either,โ Donnie hummed thoughtfully. Carefully, he pulled away and slipped out from the comfort of your warmth. He had to restrain himself and look away when he heard you release a small whine, feeling the emptiness and his essence dripping down your inner thigh.
Donnie quickly put his glasses back on and walked away to grab some water and a towel for you. While he was gone for that brief moment, you sat up, grimacing from the familiar soreness setting in. You hadn't felt this achy in over two years, back when you were both fresh adults, newly eager to explore the beginnings of your sexual life together.
Once your turtle lover returned, he insisted on helping you clean up despite your protests about him being just as messy. Nevertheless, he was determined, so you let him help subconsciously avoiding your inner folds to leave them coated with his essence. After ensuring you were comfortable, he took care of himself.
After redressing lightly, you headed into the kitchen, taking the water Donnie had provided with you. Following a session like that, you definitely needed some food. Donnie, meanwhile, simply pulled up his underwear and lingered in the kitchen, watching you closely. His instincts urged him to stay nearby.
His mind was still slightly clouded from the spontaneous moment, but not enough to impair his decision-making. He had a gut feeling that the intense desire might return. It was confusing, though, why such behavior was manifesting in the first place, especially since nothing specific seemed to trigger his sudden, overwhelming urge to take you right then and there on the couch.
And your poor couch. It was probably ruined from your activities now. You two had used it like dogs in heat.
Huh. Like dogs in heat. In heat. Heat.
Heat!
Donnie's eyes widened impossibly with realization. He and his brothers were now at a sexually mature age. Furthermore, it was that time of yearโmating season for red-eared sliders, when they succumb to their need to breed.
Oh God, he was in heat and completely unprepared for it. He cringed at the thought of what his brothers must be enduring without a partner to satisfy their reproductive urges. He guessed it was wrong to assume they wouldnโt experience it just because they hadn't felt it immediately after reaching puberty.
Casting a long glance in your direction as you prepared packaged ramen, Donnie walked into the living room to grab his phone and sent Leo a text. It was around this time that his family usually gathered for dinner.
Donnie: Howโs things going at the lair?
The self-taught scientist received a swift reply from Leo, who was always prompt when responding to Donnie, knowing it wouldnโt be just another meme or silly pun. Unlike Raph and Mikey, who enjoyed sending Leo those sorts of messages just to tease him.
Leo: Everything fine
Leo: Why? Should there be something happening?
Donnie lifted a brow.
Donnie: No, no! I was just checking in! See ya later
He set his phone down on the coffee table, his lips pursing in confusion. Leo wasnโt one to mislead about the state of their close-knit family, so surely everything was fine with them. It seemed the issue was just with him. Perhaps it was because he was the only one among his brothers who had any sort of sexual experience.
Donnie turned at the sound of your feet pattering across the floor as you returned with two bowls of steaming ramen. He couldn't really complain. Not when you approached him, your body adorned with such beautiful marks, a testament to the intensity of their earlier moments together.
Since you were around, maybe this experience wonโt be so bad.
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