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Can you do another mating season with Leonardo X F reader

Per our messages: Where it's mating season and the reader doesn't see 'it' coming?

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Yours to Take

Leo x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

Leonardo was an ideal mix of stern leader and silly goofball. You loved that he was so serious about his duties but could cut loose with you and make you laugh. He was the perfect boyfriend. Dependable, attentive, kind and oh so handsome.

So…who the hell was this shoving you against the wall of the sewer tunnel, his hot breath moistening the back of your neck? Whose snout was breathing your scent into his lungs and expelling growls of desire? Levelheaded Leo would never be so forward. You had just ventured into the realm of physical intimacy as a couple and your first time together was sweet and soft. The kind of lovemaking you would expect from a gentleman such as Leo. That's what you liked. That's what you wanted. Wasn't it?

The next moan to echo against the thick concrete walls was long and needy...and it was yours.

"Leo!" you gasped as his teeth raked over the throbbing pulse in your neck.

He pressed his hips harder against you and his erection nestled in your legging-covered ass. A gush of liquid lust dampened your panties, and he groaned as if he knew. You had to swallow hard at the desperate sounds coming from him.

Leo panted beside your ear, grinding his thickness harder between your cheeks as best he could, "M-mate...need...god I need you!"

"What?"

Your question went unanswered as he suddenly ripped you from the wall and lifted you into his strong arms. You closed your eyes tight and held on as he raced back to the lair and didn't slow until he reached his bedroom and locked the door behind him. You stumbled across the room and turned to finally get a good look at your terrapin beau.

Leo's eyes were dilated, and his breathing was ragged. He sniffed at the air much like an animal scenting the wind. And that's when it hit you. He was very much behaving like an animal...in rut. Oh shit.

“Leo?” you whimpered, embarrassed by how desperate your voice sounded. “Leo, do you, um…is this…god…are you in heat?!”

He squeezed his eyes shut tight, trying to get himself under control. When he opened them again, there was a tinge of embarrassment in his expression. His fists clenched and unclenched over and over as he looked anywhere but at you.

Finally, he spoke, “Y/n, I-uh-I’m so sorry about this. My behavior is inexcusable. I’m going to try to stay right here so you can leave. Don’t come back for about a week, even if I call and beg,” he winced at that, “and for the love of pizza, do not run. I’m hardwired to give chase.”

You stared at him for a long moment fiddling with the hem of your shirt. If you left now, he would be okay, right?

“What do you usually do when this time comes around?” you whispered.

Leo looked pained. He gestured loosely with his hand but the implication was clear: he jerked himself off.

“Does it help?” you asked, curious. Apparently, you couldn’t just take the opening he gave you to leave. But did you really want to? What would it be like to have the wilder, rawer side of Leonardo between your legs?

His laugh was forced and on the edge of hysterical as he struggled visibly to control himself against his urges.

“Does it help? Does it help?!” he repeated, incredulous. “Like trying to quench a wildfire with a bottle of water.”

He looked at you then, maddening lust darkening his brilliant blue eyes, and gave you one last plea, “Go now.”

But your mind, you realized, had been made up the moment he said he needed you. He didn’t know it yet, but you loved him, truly loved him. And by god, you would do whatever he needed you to do. You shook your head and started stripping swiftly. One rumbled churr was all the warning you got, then you were naked and beneath him on his bed. You weren’t sure how he managed to shuck his own apparel so fast but there was no time to think about it further, not when his mouth was sealed over yours and he was kissing you like his life depended on it. Perhaps his sanity did. Coherent thought left you as your senses came alive under his skillful hands. Mmm, he smelled so good. Why did he smell so good? You wanted to drink him in. When you tore your mouth from his to gulp for air, he moved to your collarbone to nip and lick at your tender flesh.

“Leo,” you sighed, cradling the back of his head as he traveled down to lavish attention on your breasts.

A deep churr vibrated against your lower abdomen as he settled over you. He sucked in a mouthful of boob, rubbing his tongue roughly against the hard pebbled nipple. You ran your heels languidly up and down the backs of his thighs as you savored the pull of his lips and the heat it generated below. All too soon, he was on the move again. Kisses trailed down your belly and tickled your hipbones, until finally he paused, hovering over your damp core. You bit your lip, watching and waiting, feeling more liquid leak down to your crack as he stared so intensely. Then his brilliant blue eyes lifted to yours and your breath caught.

“I’m going to fucking devour you,” he whispered, simply.

You had to bite your fist to keep from moaning too loud as he dove in with ferocious intensity. You were sure that he was writing out a poem in Japanese with his tongue and you were grateful to be his parchment. Every swipe, every flick of his tongue was efficient and effective with flawless accuracy. It was too much and yet not enough as you climbed closer to ecstasy. His strong arms held your body immobile as you tried to buck and roll your hips. Even in this state of mind, Leonardo was in complete control.

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737 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

Oh my I have another requestttt. 94. And 132. With Mr. Sex (Raphael).

Requested by @raphielover

Absolutely hon! Rough stuff with Mr. Sex himself 😈

Pushing Buttons

Raph x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

Lick.

Slurp.

Your thighs trembled, sprawled on either side of your boyfriend’s face. He was in one of those moods tonight. You had to admit it was partly your fault. You had been in a bratty mood, pushing and poking at the big bear until you finally woke the beast. In his defense, he warned you what was coming if you didn’t behave.

The last thing you had said that pushed him over the edge was, “Don’t threaten me, buster. I am an independent woman. I do what I want.”

His big hands massaged your ass, giving the occasional smack. His tongue thrust deep, rubbing just the right spot, bringing you to the edge again, and then back to licking your juices like he didn’t just ruin another orgasm.

“Raaaaph,” you whined, desperate to cum.

A deep, “Hmm?” rumbled against your swollen folds.

Your clit was bordering on raw, he had lapped and sucked at it for so long. His chin ought to be pruny from how wet it was. He was relentless in his feasting, but you didn’t think you could take much more.

“Please Raphael,” you pleaded.

Raph chuckled, “Ya must be serious using my full name like that.”

He nibbled on your labia, teasing with his teeth, until he drew a long moan from your lips. You pressed your cunt harder against his mouth, rocking your hips to encourage him to put you out of your misery. Instead, you felt a huff of air from his snout warming your mound as he nuzzled you. Damn him! You needed his tongue, his finger, his cock, something to fill you up!

“Raphael, if you don’t stop teasing me, I swear to-“

Suddenly, with his ninja speed, Raph sat up, holding you tight as he flipped around and you found your back to the mattress edge, legs shoved up to your shoulders (thank god for all the yoga you had been doing). His long, thick tongue lapped the crease of your ass almost violently, then plunged deep into your pussy. A loud cry ripped from your throat as he plundered your hole. He stabbed deep and fast, the bed shaking from the motion of his head bobbing down. His hips rolled as he ground his leaking erection into the end of the mattress for relief. Your whole body was shaking as your orgasm began to build again.

The band in your belly was stretching to nearly painful proportions when suddenly, it snapped. You wailed as the euphoria crashed over you, and while you still quivered, your big bara stood, setting the heels of your feet on his shoulders as he lunged forward. His huge cock never failed to shock you, no matter how many times you two fucked, and as he filled you up in one thrust, your pussy clenched greedily around him, your release still too fresh. A deep churr vibrated your entire body as Raph shuddered in response. Then, the lust took over.

His grip on your ankles was bruising as he held your legs up in the air. He was slamming his cock hard and deep, low growls and churrs rumbling like thunder. You gripped the sheets in tight fists as you just held on for the ride of your life. Every thrust jostled you, sending your boobs bouncing and your breath hitching. And what made it all even sexier was the tight control he held onto. You would have marks, but he would never intentionally hurt you. He was always too careful for that. If he caught even the slightest hint of your pain or discomfort, he would stop instantly. He might struggle with controlling his temper, but when it came to you, he was a master.

Abruptly, he pulled out and before you could protest, you were unceremoniously flipped onto your stomach. You yelped as you felt his teeth sink into one plump cheek, then he slapped it for good measure.

“Raph!” you shouted, indignantly.

“That’s for runnin’ yer mouth earlier,” he grunted, shoving his cock back into your welcoming heat.

He punctuated each of his next words with a hard thrust, “Act. Like. A. Brat. Get. Treated. Like. One.”

God, he felt so good. You could feel drool gathering in your mouth, about to spill over. But words like that could not go unchallenged. So you swallowed hard, and clenched your inner muscles around him, hearing him groan in response.

“I might be a brat….uuuhh mmmm….but, you fucking…ah, love it!” you managed to whimper.

Raph grabbed your hips roughly as he began to pound. Your ass jiggled against him as he rocked harder and faster, savoring your breathy moans of his name, praising his abilities with every cry from your lips. You were caught up in your second orgasm of the night, this one more intense than the first, when he spilled his seed hotly into your womb. A few pumps more, and he was empty. He pulled his still half erect cock from your body, watching his cum dribble down your shaking legs with satisfaction. Lying next to you on the bed, he gathered your limp form into his arms and pressed sweet kisses to your sweaty forehead. You nuzzled into his neck, feeling like a sleepy kitten.

Raph whispered into your ear, so sweetly and tenderly, the words almost didn’t register, “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.”

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754 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

Sooo...big question? How would the boys react to having a wet dream? Idk if you done this or not but I'd love to see how that would play out lol

Hmmm, I haven’t tackled wet dreams yet, but I’ll give it a go! I’m going to assume you mean wet dreams about the reader. Let’s also assume reader is only friends with the turtles…. for now. Head canon style, gender neutral reader mentions. It kinda got away from me. I hope you like it!

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

Leonardo

He was the stoic one. The strategist who never let emotion cloud his judgement. He earned the nicknames Fearless and Honor Boy honestly.

So, when you entered their lives, he maintained his distance. You were a friend, an ally, and you added some normalcy to their lives.

He never thought of you as anything different, refusing to indulge in any fantasies of having a romantic relationship with anyone.

One night, that all came crashing down. You had hugged him goodbye, like all the others, and he noticed the scent of your shampoo. He felt an unexpected pull down low.

Shaking it off, he went on to bed. He only laid awake for a short time, mentally planning tomorrow’s training session.

Entering a deep sleep, he suddenly found himself alone with you in the dojo. His heart was pounding as you dropped to your knees before him, licking your lips.

“Please Sensei,” you pleaded, “let me suck it.”

You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, reaching out a hand to tug at one side of his pants.

Leo realized his cock was pressing hard against the front of his sweatpants, and the thought of sinking it between your pouting lips had him hastily pushing them down his legs.

Your eyes brightened as you took in his size, and your mouth opened wide. Grasping his narrow hips, you leaned forward to lick a fat stripe up the underside before swirling around the spongy head.

“Fucking delicious,” you moaned, sucking just the tip before going back to licking it like a lollipop.

Leo placed a hand behind your head and as you opened your mouth again, he pushed forward. A string of obscenities left his mouth as he bumped the back of your throat.

Before long, he was straight up fucking your mouth and you were clearly loving it. His breath was hitching the closer he got to his climax.

You were sucking him soooo good, and when he saw your hand slide down to touch yourself, he came undone.

He watched your throat working as you swallowed every drop, and just as he began to offer to return the favor, his alarm went off.

He woke up to wet, sticky sheets and the sudden awkward realization that perhaps he wasn’t as unaffected by you as he originally thought.

This certainly complicated things. But now that the idea was in his head, it was lodged deep.

Time for a new mission. 💙

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787 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

Stolen Kisses

Raph x F!Reader

Warning: Language, mild angst, and NSFW 18+ only

It started out innocent enough.

He came to you to vent his frustrations more and more frequently. You had a great listening ear and a pretty shoulder to lean on. He considered you his best friend. Until he didn’t.

One particularly trying day, after a terrible training session, you found him at his workout bench, but his heart wasn’t in the lifting. He looked sad and defeated. As soon as he spotted you walking over, he set the barbell on its rack and sat up. You went straight between his knees and slipped your arms around his thick neck, cradling his frowning face against your chest.

"Hey there, Red. What's the matter?" you asked gently.

He started to pour his heart out to you. He wanted his father's approval so desperately, but always felt like Leo was the favorite. Raphael warred within himself over fighting his older brother for dominance and following his leader as his sensei required. You understood his struggle and hugged him tighter. When he finally chanced to look up into your caring face, you pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. Needing the connection, he turned slightly to adjust and sought your lips for another kiss. Again and again, the two of you came together, sucking at one another's lower lip, light flicks of your tongues. It didn't feel overtly sexual, just comforting and right. His arms never fell from around your waist, although his hands tightened ever so slightly. You never spoke about it, and no one else witnessed it, so it stayed hidden.

The next time it happened, he had stormed out of the lair after yet another argument with Leo. You had taken off after him through the sewer tunnels but lost him quickly. He knew the terrain better than you did and he was fast on his feet. After wandering aimlessly for a good fifteen minutes, you realized you were hopelessly lost. Annoyed, you sighed loudly and started to pull your phone out to call Donnie and have him pinpoint your location and guide you back. Before you could reach into your pocket, you found yourself pressed against the wall, your feet dangling, with a hard plastron smushing your chest. Raph's breath was hot on your face as he held you between him and the cinder block wall. One hand squeezed your hip while the other grasped both your hands over your head. Once you realized who had you, you lifted your legs to wrap around his hips. His mouth was on yours in seconds.

A few minutes into the make out, you paused for air and chuckled, "This gonna become a habit, Red?"

Raph snorted before leaning in for more, muttering, "Shut up."

Every time it happened, you thought maybe there's something more, something besides stress relief. You found yourself searching his eyes for an emotion stronger than the friendly affection you shared with his brothers. It was so hard to read him in these moments. His irritation was palpable and once his lips touched yours, it was nearly impossible to think. It was just an unspoken rule that these kisses remained secret. A rule that you had been tempted to break on more than one occasion. Every time you were in his arms, the ache grew. You wanted more but had no idea how to broach with him. Resentment began to grow where the hole in your heart remained unfulfilled. He was so casual, so painstakingly normal with you around everyone else.

Curled up on your couch with a good book, you closed your eyes and sighed at the sound of your window jiggling open. You knew whose big body was climbing through and you were in no mood for this shit right now. Raph stomped across your floor and just hearing it set your teeth on edge. You marked your place with a bookmark and closed your novel more calmly than you felt. As Raphael rounded the edge of the sofa, you placed the paperback on the coffee table. You met his glare with cold indifference.

“What is it tonight, Red?” you muttered, dispassionately.

Not even noticing your tone, he went off on a tangent about Leo being bossy, Donnie not taking his side and Mikey getting in the way of the argument. You knew the youngest brother just wanted peace and anger on his behalf flashed hot in your veins. You opened your mouth to tell him so when Raph suddenly knelt by the couch and pulled you roughly into his arms. His mouth was insistent as he tried to coax you into a kiss. You held your ground and refused to reciprocate even though your traitorous body was tingling from the contact. When he noticed that you weren’t kissing him back, he paused a moment, then pulled away to really look at you.

“Hey, what gives?” he asked, genuinely confused.

Needing space, you pushed at his chest until he sat back on his haunches. You curled up in a little ball on the couch, hugging your knees. You took a deep breath, then returned his scowl with one of your own.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

There, you said it. Your heart was breaking but it had to be said. He kept staring at you and you wished he would just say something.

Finally, he shook his head and asked, “What? Ya can’t do what anymore?”

“I can’t keep being your little secret stress reliever. I’m not sure what this is, but it’s not healthy. I’m sure of that. I won’t be used anymore, Raphael. I deserve better,” you finished with a sob.

Mortified that you were crying, you leapt off the couch and ran to your bedroom for privacy. You batted your hand at the door as you flew through it, not bothering to check if it actually closed behind you. You balled up in the center of your bed and let the tears come.

In your living room, Raph sat very still, dumbfounded at this new revelation. You were his best friend, the one who always listened, the one who he thought understood him better than anyone. Perhaps he had been wrong? Surely you had realized by now how deeply he felt for you! But based on your words and the weeping he could hear coming from your room, he wagered he had fucked up somehow. Words were not his forte. Actions were. He ran a hand over his head, thinking hard about how to fix this. You needed him to be as vulnerable as you, he knew that much. So, he removed all his gear, even his mask, leaving nothing but his shorts on.

Your door was still cracked open, and he pushed it further and stepped into the doorway. The sight of you in the fetal position, your face soaked with tears, made his heart clench. Slowly, he made his way over and you felt the mattress dip with his weight. You wanted to tell him to go away. You wanted to yell, to scream, to throw something at his thick skull. But when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap, cradling you so tenderly, all you could do was cry harder and bury your face in his neck. He stayed quiet, gently running his fingers up and down your back as you hiccuped and sniffed, trying to calm down. His lips touched the top of your head so softly, you almost didn’t notice. But then you started to become aware of several things all at once.

First, Raph wasn’t wearing his mask. He had told you a long time ago that he didn’t go without it usually. He felt naked without its cover. Second, his gear was off, too. There was nothing in the way, nothing between you two but his shorts and your pajamas. You wiped at your eyes, feeling self conscious, but he grabbed your hand and pulled it away. Slowly, he leaned in and kissed away the stray tears that still spilled over.

“Raph?” you whispered.

Both his large hands slid up to hold your face. You were so confused about what was happening, but knew this was an important moment. Raphael leaned in and kissed your forehead, then each cheek.

“Sorry, y/n, I suck at talking about feelings and, ya know, mushy stuff,” he admitted sheepishly. “Ya do deserve better. Better than a mutant turtle with a bad attitude. Someone who can take ya places, be seen with ya. I can’t do none of that. But I want ta. Fuck, I want ta keep ya fer myself.”

Your eyes had grown wider as you listened. The vise on your heart started to loosen. Tentatively, you slid your arms around his neck. The uncertainty in his eyes was real, you could see that he meant what he said.

“I want to keep you for myself, too,” you murmured. “Whatever you can give me.”

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794 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Just a little warm up writing with an idea I had this morning for Raph and reader. Enjoy!

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

From Temper to Whimper

Raphael x Fem!Reader

What the actual fuck was his problem? Raphael was bench pressing god only knows how much weight, and he had been snarling and snippy since you arrived. You were starting to take it personally.

“Who pissed in his Wheaties today?” you asked Mikey as you played a round of COD with him.

“Who?” the distracted turtle returned.

You sighed, “Mr. Bad Attitude himself. Who else?”

Mikey’s eyes flicked over to Raph and back to the game.

“Seems like normal Raph to me,” he shrugged.

Leo was sitting on the couch behind you, so you directed your next question at the leader.

“Did something happen in training earlier, Leo?”

With your back to him, you didn’t see the sympathetic look he shot towards the largest brother. Leo knew exactly what was wrong, but it wasn’t his place to tell you.

“Nothing unusual,” he replied to you, “the sparring actually went pretty well.”

You grumbled in annoyance. After getting your butt kicked, again, by a gloating Mikey, you got up and went to the kitchen. Grabbing a couple of bottled waters, you headed to the weight room, determination in your step. Unbeknownst to you, Leo and Mikey shared an apprehensive look.

Stepping into the big brute’s line of sight, you presented the water. He glared at you, then focused his eyes on the bar going up and down over his broad chest. What was that look about?

You cleared your throat, “I brought you a cold water.”

“Thanks. Leave it.”

That was it. Three words. A clear dismissal.

“What stick is up your ass tonight?” you bit out between clenched teeth.

He huffed out an irritated breath, but didn’t answer. You poked his calf with your toe.

“Can’t even talk to me?”

His face screwed up in aggravation, but he kept his lips pursed tight, and kept lifting. When you kicked his calf lightly, anger flashed in his eyes, and he replaced the bar on its rack.

“Leave me alone,” he said, voice low and dangerous.

A shiver went down your spine at his words and tone but you straightened your back and opened your mouth to retort, when he whirled away, snarling under his breath, “I’m outta here.”

He took off down one of the tunnels, leaving you standing there with your mouth hanging open and your own anger bubbling in your gut.

“Asshole,” you muttered.

You stood there for a few minutes, stewing and tapping your foot. This just wouldn’t do. He couldn’t just treat you like that. You were going to make him fix this. You knew the others would probably tell you to give the guy some space, so you would have to be sneaky. You gave an exaggerated yawn and then wished the other turtles a good night, feigning that you were going home. You even turned down your usual tunnel. But Mikey had shown you another back way in that would bring you back in right next to Raph’s bedroom door. It was a large pipe that they used as kids but could no longer fit their large shells through. You, however, had no such carapace and could go through it with ease. Making sure that no one could see you, you snuck back through, and peeking around, you saw Mikey still glued to the the tv and Leo in the kitchen making hot tea. Now was your chance.

You pulled off your shoes and tiptoed to Raph’s bedroom door, opening it as quietly as possible. Mikey yelled at the game, and you nearly squeaked, but used the loud noise to ease through and shut the door behind you. You looked around at the mess and chuckled quietly. It was definitely a guy’s room. Messy, with clothes and empty Crush cans all over the place. Pizza boxes were stacked by the door as if he thought about taking them out, but was too lazy to follow through. Yuck.

You decided the safest place to wait for him would be on his bed, so you climbed up, and settled down to play on your phone until he returned. The blankets smelled like him, and you breathed the scent in greedily. The thought crossed your mind that you hoped to smell like him after this. But if he was angry with you, then what you hoped to pursue with him was probably already dead in the water.

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