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turtle-babe83 · 3 years

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Spirits of Halloween:

Leonardo x F!Reader

Warning: Language, alcohol consumption, and NSFW 18+

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Leo stared in confusion. He could have sworn that someone touched his arm, but he was completely alone in the dojo. Little things like that had been happening for a couple of months now, and he wasn’t sure what to think. He refused to mention it to the others. Raph would make fun, Mikey would freak out, and Don, well, Mr. Science would just scoff. Leonardo rolled his shoulders and started his katas again.

“There’s no such thing as ghosts,” he muttered as he leapt into the air and flipped.

The gentleman ghost watching from the side laughed, though Leonardo couldn’t hear it. Joseph’s spirit had been wandering aimlessly around the city till he saw Leo late one night. The terrapin was patrolling as usual, and Joe was shocked out of his non-corporeal mind to see a humanoid turtle. Following him all night, he was both stunned and impressed that the turtle fought crime and that there were four of them. With nothing else to his existence, Joe decided to follow them home to the sewers. At first, he just observed. But gradually, he grew fond of the leader in blue and wanted to help him as best he could. He found that he could talk to Leo and though he didn’t hear him audibly, his words seemed to influence the turtle. So he encouraged him when Leo was stressed, he gave advice when he was uncertain, and he tried to nudge him into making the first move with his lovely crush: you. So far, Leo had chickened out every time it seemed like he would speak up. So when you and April began planning a Halloween party, complete with adult beverages, Joe began to form a plan….

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While the guys were sleeping during the day, you and April worked hard to quietly decorate the lair for the party that night. Fake cobwebs, rubber bats hanging up, plastic pumpkins and skulls everywhere, and lots of snacks. Casey and Vern were in charge of the drinks. After setting up the food station, you both left to change into your costumes.

When you got back, you were greeted by an overly exuberant Mikey, wearing an outrageous costume he made up himself. The youngest turtle was wearing a dinosaur suit, with a ridiculously long tongue hanging from the mouth, and a blow up doll was attached to his front, with the legs hooked around his neck and the ‘crotch’ just below the dino’s chin.

“Mikey! What on earth?” you exclaimed.

Even with the mask on, you could see his wide grin as he answered, “I’m a dinosaur, obviously,” dramatic pause, “I’m a Lickalotapuss. Haha! Get it?! I love your costume, by the way.”

You rolled your eyes but laughed anyway. You scanned the room and saw Casey dressed up as Jason Voorhees (what a cop out, you thought), Vern was wearing wings (what the-ohhhh the Falcon, pshh), and April was a camp counselor to go with Casey’s Jason. Where were the rest of the turtles? Donnie popped out of his lab, wearing all black and some round glasses. You crinkled your nose, trying to figure out his costume.

“Hey y/n! Great costume!” he called, before tripping over a skateboard that he should have seen.

He managed to catch himself, just as you reached for him. You groaned inwardly when you realized that the glasses had fake lenses. Donnie currently couldn’t see shit.

“Okay, Mr. Magoo, who’re you supposed to be?” you asked, hooking for arm in his and guiding him away from the area where he might trip again and fall.

Donnie chuckled at the old cartoon reference, and straightening his faux glasses, he announced that he was dressed up at Steve Jobs. That’s where you had seen the outfit before! Jobs was famous for his black turtleneck and glasses.

“You look awesome,” you told him with a genuine smile, “but maybe stick to your own glasses, so you can actually see.”

He shrugged, and turned towards Casey and Vern, and the drink table, nearly tripping on a step. You sighed. Now, where were the last two? Hearing raised voices coming from the direction of the dojo, you knew you’d found them.

“Yeah, yeah, whateva. You always gotta ruin the fun, O Fearless Dictator.” Raph groused as he came into view.

His grumpy look became a smirk when he saw you, and he snorted as he passed you, tugging at his Batman mask.

“I see ya decided ta dress up as a stick in the mud,” he muttered.

“Shush, Raph,” you admonished.

You turned the corner where Raph had just come from and stopped dead in your tracks. Leo stood there with his hands on his hips, looking exasperated, and yet still sexy as hell. His S.W.A.T. costume hugged all those bulging muscles and the handcuffs hanging off his hip put all kinds of exciting ideas into your head. You always did like a man in uniform and Leo was hot shit in his. You weren’t sure how long you stood there staring, but you felt a little shove against your back, urging you closer. Turning quickly, you assumed it was April, who knew of your feelings for the leader of the brothers. But no one was there. A shiver worked it’s way down your spine.

“Y/n?”

You whirled back around to face Leo, who was standing closer as well. He looked you over and a slow smile grew on his handsome face as he realized who you had dressed up as.

“I’m not sure if I should be flattered or scared,” he drawled, taking in your corset and tulle tutu, both in a nice shade of green, along with the blue and white bands wrapped around your arms and calves. You had finished off the look with a sexy pair of blue stilettos and a blue bandana tied around your eyes. Mischief lit your face and you twirled for him, ending with a sassy pose. Now he could see the fake shell and toy katanas on your back. You, his crush, had dressed up as him, albeit a sexier version.

Leo whistled low, “You make a much better looking me than I do.”

When your cheeks flushed a pretty pink, he realized what he had just said, and felt his own face growing hot.

“I like your costume too,” you mumbled, “Um, we should probably join the party.”

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Drinks were flowing, music was bumping, and everyone was having a great time. Too nervous about your plan to confess your feelings to the leader in blue, you nursed on the same drink for a couple of hours. Leo, you noticed, had only had one beer. You had been watching him out of the corner of your eye all night. You thought you had caught him staring at you as well but, maybe it was just wishful thinking. It had been odd though, every time you got close to the handsome terrapin, you felt like you were pushed into him. Even when there was no one else there.

Mikey announced it was time to play a game and drunkenly suggested a mashup of Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare. Everyone agreed to give it a try. The rules were that you would announce what the truth question or dare was, then spin the bottle, so whoever it landed on had to answer or do the dare. It started out pretty funny and mostly innocent. As the game stretched on, however, the kid gloves came off and it grew saucier.

Mikey was up to spin, and announced gleefully, “Okay, okay, it’s a dare. Whoever the bottle lands on has to do two body shots off one of the Leo’s.”

You and the real Leo both froze. As Mikey spun the bottle, an unseen hand waited for the perfect moment and stopped the bottle carefully on you.

Vern laughed uproariously, a little too inebriated, “Guess it’s ‘Leo’ taking shots off Leo!”

Oh. Fucking. Hell. You were still processing what just happened when Mikey handed you the shot glass of tequila and a slice of lime.

“Okay, bruh, unbutton that shirt,” Mikey ordered.

Leo looked just as shellshocked as you did at the direction the night had just gone. He didn’t move. Mikey rolled his eyes and reached for the buttons on Leo’s costume shirt. That seemed to wake Leo up, and he started to grab at Mikey’s wrists when the buttons popped off, one by one.

“Damn, Leo! Look at that chest poppin’ yo!” Mikey teased.

Leo frowned, unsure of how his buttons popped. There wasn’t time to think about it, as Mikey had pushed him into his shell and poured salt on the lower part of his plastron, just above the waist of his pants. He watched as you approached with your shot of tequila trembling in your tiny hand. Your cheeks were flushed and your lips were moist from licking them several times, a nervous habit. You caught his beautiful blue gaze and held it as you brought the shot glass to your lips and tipped it back. There was a slight burn as the alcohol slid down your throat. Leo felt his abs and thighs clench involuntarily as you lowered your face towards his middle. You watched him under heavy lidded eyes, as your pink little tongue slipped out and swirled around his plastron, gathering all the granules of salt to draw them into your mouth. His own eyes were darkening with desire as you bit into the lime wedge and sucked it’s juices. There was a round of applause and whoops from the rest of the group, but you and Leo were fixated on one another.

There was no hesitation from you when Mikey handed you the second shot of tequila, and Leo didn’t even flinch at the salt this time. Emboldened by the look in his eyes, you threw back the shot and made a show of lapping up every last grain of salt, then for good measure, you squeezed the lime over the same spot and licked up the juice. The chorus of cheers and catcalls surrounding the two of you faded into the background as Leo sat up. You thought maybe he was going to kiss you, but you were surprised and a little hurt when instead, he left the room and headed towards his room.

“See, told ya, uptight stick in the mud,” Raph muttered, before announcing it was his turn next in the game.

You didn’t even hear whether he chose truth or dare. You barely registered the spinning of the bottle. As the game wore on, your confused mind kept running back over the last moments. Had you been mistaken? You thought you saw lust in his expression but perhaps it was only because that’s what you wanted to see. Minutes stretched as Leo remained in his room. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore and excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Instead, you made your way to Leo’s door. As you lifted your hand to knock, the knob turned and the door creaked open. Expecting Leo to be the one opening it, you were stunned to see him sitting on the end of his bed with his head in his hands. Another shudder shook you as you briefly considered the implications. There’s no such thing as ghosts, you thought to yourself. But now you weren’t so sure.

“Leo?”

His head popped up so fast, you jumped. You chided yourself for getting so spooked. When you saw the embarrassment evident in his countenance, your heart softened.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked, gently. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

Leo blinked a few times, then hung his head with a sigh.

“It’s not that, you don’t need to apologize. In fact, it’s I who owes you the apology,” he murmured, still unable to meet your gaze.

“Goodness sakes, Leo, what for?” you lifted a brow.

Leo suddenly found a wayward piece of thread on his quilt very interesting. He started to speak, then shut his mouth. He cleared his throat. Then he swallowed. Opened his mouth, shut it again. You waited patiently. After several minutes of this, he managed to find his voice.

“When you, uh, when you licked up the salt,” he paused for a deep breath, “it had a bit of an affect on me.”

You waited, but he offered no further explanation.

“What kind?” you prompted.

“Uhhh, Morton’s?” he answered.

It was your turn to blink. What? Then you got the joke. Laughing, you crossed the room to him and mock-punched him in the shoulder. His chuckle put you both back at ease. You sat next to him on the bed, and leaned your head over on his shoulder.

“It had an affect on me too,” you whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

This time, when Leo turned his head to look at you, you took the chance and pecked his lips quickly. Leo gave a short gasp, then his lips were back on yours. The give and take gave way to tongues darting and tasting. Butterflies exploded in your stomach as his hands encircled your waist. You fell back on the mattress, pulling him down with you, and he settled comfortably between your thighs. Your hips cradled his like you were made for him. As your mouths crashed together once more, neither of you even noticed the door closing or the lock turning. Leo pulled away first, feeling feverish.

“Sorry I-I’m not exactly being a gentleman and-“

You decided to just lay your cards on the table.

“Leo, I want you. I have for a long time. God, you are everything I have ever dreamed of,” you admitted.

“You-really?” Leo felt his hopes rising rapidly. Was it really possible?

“Yeah, I just…..I think…..” you stumbled over the words, “I could be in love with you.”

You barely whispered the last part, but Leo heard you. Relief calmed his jittery nerves and his heart swelled with emotion as he cupped your cheek.

“Thank god,” he murmured, “cause I love you too.”

With that, you found yourself wrapped up in his warm arms, pressed tightly to his plastron. Leo peppered your face and neck with kisses. When his hungry mouth grew more aggressive in his attentions, you mewled a liturgy of pleasepleaseplease. The next few minutes were spent pulling at costumes and in the touching and tasting of skin. Leo pushed his body up so he could get a good look at you.

“You make a sexy turtle, and a much prettier Leo than me in that costume. But I think I like this look on you best,” he murmured.

Your skin blushed pink with pleasure and you tugged him down for another kiss. His mouth trailed down your neck and left a hot trail along your collarbone. You arched your back as he turned his avid attention to your breasts and the pert nipples just aching to be sucked. Your soft moans shot straight to his loins and his cock grew increasingly hard and heavy. You nearly cried from relief when you felt his tip nudge your entrance. It took some time and the gentle easing in and out to take his thick length all the way, but well worth the effort as you had never felt so stuffed. Every inch of your canal was rubbed as he started off slowly, wanting to savor this as long as possible. He gazed into your eyes as he rocked his hips at every thrust, and you felt more naked now than when he first removed your clothing. Words of love and affection rolled off his tongue as Leo increased the speed and power behind every drive of his hips. A beautiful pressure began building low and you whimpered as your release became imminent. Gasps and pants filled the air as you hit euphoria, nearly seeing stars from the intensity of it. Leo groaned your name as he followed you in reaching his summit and tumbling over the edge.

After cleaning up, you lay in his arms, with your back to his plastron, as he lazily left open mouth kisses across your shoulder. You finally decided to address something that had been bothering you all evening.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” Leo whispered into your hair.

You struggled to find a way to ask without sounding crazy, “Have you noticed anything strange lately? Like, I don’t know, phantom touches, or doors opening and closing on their own?”

Leo chuckled, “You mean our ghost? Yeah, I’ve gotten kind of used to him. Even named him in my head. I call him Joe. Seems appropriate somehow.”

The spirit hovering just outside the bedroom door was surprised at Leo’s admission. Then he smiled to himself over the success of his mission. Rubbing his ghostly hands together, he began to plan which brother needed his help next.

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