Hi there, sugar. If you're still accepting prompts? “You’re mine. I don’t share.” for Leo, please and thank you.
Hello, darlings! Thank you kindly for the requests, @southernblossoms and nonnie! 💙 Let’s do both the classic and the extra spicy ;3
25. “You’re mine. I don’t share.”
Warning: Jealous!Leo and jealous!reader, kissing, mention of alcohol (drink responibly)
The classic (jealous Leo)
Every now and then, you and your coworkers do some get-togethers. It’s fun and social, a way to create a good atmosphere and a good vibe at work. Sometimes you go out for lunch all together, sometimes dinner or drinks, and sometimes there will even be a few parties.
Tonight was one of those. Dinner and drinks for all the coworkers, the boss thanking everyone for the hard work that were done.
“Bye! See you guys on Monday!” you said your good bye’s and started to walk the regular route home to your apartment. You looked up on the roof of the building across from the restaurant, smiling when you spotted your boyfriend Leonardo. He would watch you from the rooftops whenever you were out, especially when it’s late and dark outside. It made you feel safer when going out late.
“Well hello there, beautiful lady.” a male voice was heard, a man approaching you on the sidewalk. You tried to ignore him as you kept walking your way home. “Do you know what my shirt is made of?” he asked in his drunken state, looking at you as he stumbled beside you. Still not giving him an answer, he responded himself. “It’s boyfriend material!” he said out loud, laughing, trying to put an arm around you, but another voice made the drunk man freeze in his tracks, his face full of fear for the warning.
“Don’t touch her!” it was Leonardo, his dark voice warning the man to back of. By the tone of his voice, you knew Leonardo was no longer on the roof, but hiding in the shadows down on the street.
“Alright, my guy. I am so-*hick up* sorry.” he put his hands in the air, stumbling away in fear.
After the man had left, Leo pulled you into his plastron, checking if you were alright and beyond happy that he could stop the drunk guy before he got the chance to lay a hand on you.
He kissed you, deeply, passionately. As he pulled away he looked you deep in the eyes. “You’re mine. I don’t share.” he claimed in a low and husky voice.
The extra spicy (jealous reader)
It was one of those celebration parties that NYPD hosted to celebrate another big victory for the turtles, protecting the city from another big attack by the Footclan. The entire city has been cheering and celebrating, but the party holds the people working for NYPD, the turtles and their loved ones.
Over time where NYPD have been working together with the turtles, many of them have warmed up and welcomed the turtles, something that is a good thing, but seeing one of the assistant a little too close to your man at the party is not exactly what you’re looking for. You trust Leonardo, but that other girl, not so much.
Sitting at the bar, sipping on your drink as you watch them closely. They are talking and laughing a bit, but the moment when she puts her hand on his chest, you walk right over to them.
“There you are, Leo!” you flash your sweetest smile, his attention turning from her to you, much to her own dislike as she retreats her hand. Your hands on his cheek and neck as you pull him in for a passionate kiss. He kisses you back, taking his arm around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. His other hand lands on your hip, feeling your curves. After the kiss, you can see that lustful spark in his eyes. He embraces you in a tight hug, inhaling your sweet scent and planting a few kisses on your neck. You see the assistant as you hug Leo, a smirk forms on your lips, loving her reaction; jealousy written all over her face. Good, you checked her in her place, showing who’s the queen and holds Leo’s heart.
After a while, Leo led the way back to the bar to get you both something more to drink. He leaned in close to your ear. “What was that all about, back there?” he smirked as he asked you teasingly.”
You thought for a moment, then realizing by the look of his face what he was talking about. “Oh that….” you giggled, leaning in to meet his lips, kissing him. “Well, fearless Leonardo. You’re mine. I don’t share.” you smirked.