wynndigogh

Wynn DiGogh

Author, artist, daydreamer, fanfiction aficionado. Monster erotica creator, aka Beast Tamer.

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Heyaa!! Saw That You Have Your Asks Open And I Was Wondering If You Could Do One With 19? Possibly With

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Oh myyyyyyyyyy. Dead. I'm dead. My first TMNT read in months, a great one to get my...uhhhh...feet wet with 😅🤣

Heyaa!! Saw that you have your asks open and I was wondering if you could do one with 19? Possibly with either Leo or Donnie? (they are both my love and light and I can't choose soo I leave it up to you <3 if you do both I won't be mad either👀)

I had a small scene in mind where the s/o is pregnant and sporting round pretty belly but feels self-conscious about it, meanwhile turtle boo is trying to keep his shit together because he is 🤏 this close to losing it and turn feral but doesn't want to hurt the baby or partner by accident.

I think it's a really cute concept, but I totally understand if you don't feel comfy writing about it so no pressure if you want to refuse. You can forget all about the scene and write something entirely different.

Anyway, have a nice rest of your day, don't forget to eat and drink and stay safe, love you ❤

Ps: this is my first ask and idk if I did it right, if I did mess up I do apologize lmao-

Anon, I want you to know that I have been completely FERAL about this ask since I read it.

I decided to go with the leader in blue for this.

Although I might end up doing one for the genius as well, so be on the lookout 😘

I hope I did your ask justice because I had a lot of fun writing it 💖

Please be kind; it's been a hot minute since I attempted one of these ☠️

This is NSFW. You've been warned.

And as always, my ninja turts are aged up to 30+ years.

Please don't steal my work. Reblogging for others to enjoy is highly encouraged, though🤩

Heyaa!! Saw That You Have Your Asks Open And I Was Wondering If You Could Do One With 19? Possibly With

Baby Bumpin'

He had to get out of the lair. And he had to do it before you got there.

By some miracle between the Gods and the universe, more commonly referred to as Don, science had prevailed, and the IVF had taken.

You and Leo were going to have a baby.

Everything had been happy and exciting the first few months of your pregnancy, but the moment your belly really started to show, the leader had started to drift.

It started off with small things like him spending more time meditating and training with his brothers.

Which, fine.

But then it moved onto him not wanting to stay overnight at your apartment or suddenly having no time to meet up with you for movie night, giving you a thousand excuses as to why he couldn't.

Albeit good excuses, but still excuses nonetheless.

And now? You felt like he was flat-out avoiding you. You'd walk into a room, and he'd walk out. He would barely say more than two sentences to you before he ran off (quite literally) because he had just “remembered he had to do something.”

Which actually always checked out when you asked one of his brothers or his father. But it was making you feel bad. And very self-conscious.

Maybe it was all the pregnancy hormones affecting your thinking.

Maybe it was just… you?

It was absolutely just you.

Leo couldn't get you out of his damn head for more than three minutes. You and that belly of yours were driving him mad.

Every time you came within five feet of him, he had to find a way to get away from you and to somewhere private where he could take care of business.

Your pregnancy hormones had this poor man at his wit's end.

All your curves calling to him like a siren luring him into the darkest depths of his lecherous fantasies.

The sweet scent of your body seducing his olfactory and igniting an insatiable inferno in his veins.

The glow of your soft skin, begging to be caressed by his lips. Pleading his mouth and teeth to leave visible love marks. Needing to be thoroughly tasted.

And that belly.

Leo’s eyes rolled back into his head as a shiver ran down his spine at the thought of his hands holding your pregnant belly as he pleasured you from behind.

All his primal instincts were screaming at him to claim you over and over and over again so you'd smell like him.

He just knew that if he didn't leave before you got there… that belly of yours… that was holding his baby… was going to be his undoing.

But he knew he couldn't let himself fall into temptation. The only thing greater than his need to make you his was his fear of hurting you or the baby.

So dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge was his current mantra every time you were around.

Little did he know that not only was he hurting your self-confidence but also his chances to play out every fantasy he'd been having - whether awake or asleep - since your belly had started showing.

Poor Leonardo had no idea how high your sex drive was right now.

There he stood with his back turned to the door of the bathroom as he finished rubbing oil over his scaly skin. The strong smell of bergamot calming his nerves and overpowering any other scents in his immediate vicinity.

Including you.

Silently, you stepped into the bathroom with your beau. You had finally trapped him so he couldn't run from you again. You needed to know…

“Leo?” Your sweet voice floated to his ears a nanosecond before your hormones punched him in the face, nearly sending him through the wall in front of him.

He spun around, eyes wide with distress, when he saw that you had closed the pair of you into the small room.

He was trapped.

“Leo… I'm not sure what's going on between us… I feel like you've been avoiding me,” you confessed, looking up at his dark gaze. His body language screaming that he wanted to be as far away from you as possible.

When he didn't respond, you continued, “If you're having second thoughts, we can figure something out…”

“No,” his voice was harsh as he spit the word at you.

“No? No you don't want to figure something out?” you asked, swallowing hard, worrying that your worst fears had come true.

“No. That's… That's not…” Leo closed his eyes and took a deep breath to try and recenter himself.

The deep breath had been a terrible mistake on his part.

You smelled absolutely amazing.

Clenching his teeth and holding his breath, he kept his eyes shut as he finally got out what he was trying to say, “That's not ever been a thought in my mind.”

“Is it my body, then? Is it how I look? Does my big belly make me undesirable?” you whispered, not sure you were ready for his answer.

“What.” His question comes out more as a statement.

“Does my pregnant body repulse you?” You asked, your voice trembling.

Leo's brow ridge finds itself on the ceiling.

Standing in front of him with tears in your eyes and your arms crossed in front of you as you tried to hide that beautiful belly, your words had slapped him so hard that he took a physical, sharp breath in.

Oh no.

He stepped closer to you, moving your hands from your belly to his plastron.

“You think I find you unattractive?” He asked, exasperation straining his handsome features.

You nodded, looking down, unable to meet his gaze. “You haven't been to bed with me in months. I thought it was because of how my body had changed.”

Leo's finger found your chin, tilting your head back so you were staring up at those devastatingly beautiful blue eyes.

His pupils dilated as he looked down at you, and the words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“I've never wanted to fuck you more than I do now.” His blatant honesty made you blush furiously.

“Mmm,” he hummed, licking his lips as he moved his hand to your face and dragged his knuckles down the side of your neck.

“Love, if it were up to me, you wouldn't leave my bed until it was time for us to meet that beautiful baby. I have wanted nothing more than to ravage you since the second your belly started to show,” he said, giving you a sultry smirk. His face sobered momentarily as those anxious thoughts of him injuring either of you reared their ugly heads.

“But?” You asked, completely captivated by this very forthcoming side of Leonardo, and, quite honestly, you were very turned on.

“I'm afraid that, ummm… that I'm going to be too much and uh… and hurt one of you,” he stuttered out, watching you closely as he tried to gauge your response.

Removing his hands from your body, you stepped and peeled your tank top off, followed by your bra.

Leo's eyes went comically large, quickly followed by his hand moving to his pants to readjust himself.

“What are you-” he started, but you didn't let him finish.

“Leo, you have the self-control of a saint. I know you aren't going to hurt us,” you told him as you stepped out of your bottoms and reached over to turn on the shower.

“But I-” he began again, stopping when your arousal hit his nostrils, making him salivate as his eyes raked over your breathtaking form.

Honest to goodness, you had never seen that man move so fast in the entire time you'd been together. And before you could say another word, your hands were holding you up against the tiled wall of the shower, with him rocking your body as his hips slapped against your backside, his hands fully supporting your belly.

As his lips found the shell of your ear, he leaned down closer to you, and through his grunts and your moans, he whispered, “You are exquisite. And I already can't wait to give you another one.”

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