#leonardo x reader

[rapxell]

Okay not that i think i have any followers or people who actively know who i am but if you do i apologise for not posting/writing another fic, but don't worry i'll make sure i post every 2 days or so. anyway, here is a (probably mischaracterised cause idk him that well) Bayverse Leonardo fanfic cause i did say i'd write about all the tmnt.

Bayverse!Leonardo x F!Reader

Warnings : mentions of somnophilia towards the end, P in V, unprotected sex (use condoms for the love of god) fahh idk if theres anymore 😭 i feel like i may be too tame should i make my fanfics more filthy yes or no?

This ones quite short and probably won't make a lot of sense since i'm delirious and tired.

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"You're so perfect"

After a hard training session with your terrapin boyfriend, you find yourself absolutely mesmerised by his abilities and very, very muscular body.

Sitting on a small cushion on the sidelines of the dojo, you wipe your forehead. You continue to stare at the way his body moves, every flex of his biceps makes you drool.

"You alright?"

He asks, making you snap out of your thoughts, realising you'd been caught staring. You shake your head, pretending that you hadn't been admiring his muscles.

"Nope. I'm all good, Leo."

Leo nodded, a soft smile on his lips. He walked over, extending his hand out to where you were sitting.

You took his hand, the both of you leaning in closer.

"Just checking, you don't mind if i kiss you, right?"

You scoff with a smile, cupping the side of his face with your left hand.

"Of course i don't mind."

He smirks and pulls you closer, his hands posessively gripping your hips. You arch closer into him, a small sound escaping you at the feeling of his body against yours.

Leo pulled away, looking down at you with a flushed expression.

"We should probably leave, i don't want sensei to catch us defiling the dojo, he'd send us both straight to the Hashi"

You nod, grabbing his hand and leading the both of you out of the Dojo.

You guys both walk to leos room. You walk in and leo closes the door behind him, locking it. You sit down on his bed, waiting for him to join you.

"So..."

You start, watching leo plop down beside you, his bed dipping slightly.

"You were pretty good in the dojo today.."

You blush, leaning against him.

"Yeah? You were too, Hun."

He wraps his arm around you, using his free hand to make you look up at him. He leans down and captures your lips in another kiss, soft and gentle with a hint of urgency.

You kiss back, using a small force to pull him towards you, he follows your lead, making him end up ontop of you. He pulls away, staring into your eyes.

"What are you trying to get me to do?"

His voice was so clueless yet so knowing. Heat radiated from your body as you felt the wetness form between your thighs.

A deep pool of butterflies swirled in your stomach at the sight of his beautiful blue eyes staring down at you so lovingly.

"Whatever you're comfortable with."

You reply, grazing your hand up and down his cheeks, hoping to give a little bit more of an idea as to how much you wanted him.

"I'm comfortable with...anything."

He spoke softly, moving to shift both your legs on either side of his body, leaning over you.

"As long as you help me out a bit.."

He stares at you longingly, clearly nervous and unsure. You smile and wrap an arm around his neck as you use the other to prop yourself up so you can lean in closer to him above you.

"Don't worry, I'll help you out as much as i can."

You reply, kissing him again. He slides his tongue into your mouth, grunting into the kiss.

Leo slides his right hand down from your waist, having it rest on your thigh. He squeezed, making you giggle.

He pulled away and looked at you curiously, squeezing your thigh again. You pull your thigh away after giggling again.

"Quit that, you tease"

You joke, making him chuckle and hook his hand around your pants.

"I'll remember that for later."

He starts pulling your pants down, taking them off and throwing them somewhere in his room. His hands rest on your knees while he looks to you.

"I'm not like a human, by the way, it'll be a very different experience."

You nod

"I know, i want to find out what it's life, Leo."

He shakes his head with a smile, moving his hand away frim your knee to his tail, rubbing his cloaca.

He throws his head back at his own actions, a pure sight to behold.

He feels himself begin to drop, so he lines his tail up with your entrance, his dick sliding into you.

You feel it inside, wincing at the size. Leo leans down, his head resting in the crook of your neck. As his cock sinks deeper, you hear him let out a whiny moan, sucking the skin between your collarbone and neck.

"Shit, Leo...that feels amazing..."

"Language, baby."

His voice was so course and primal, it sent a shiver up your spine.

He starts thrusting after you've adjusted to the size. You moan out, unable to contain the pleasure surging throughout your body.

"This feels...Amazing..."

Leo admits, his teeth getting dangerously close to your skin. His nails dig into you, keeping you in place as he roughly thrusts into you, keeping an unsteady and sloppy pace.

You threw your head back and relished in the feeling, feeling more pleasure when his teeth sink into your neck. He bit hard.

You were going to have bruises all over but god it was worth it.

"Leo, oh my god...right there! Yes!"

You cling into his arms, his dick hitting that sweet spot inside of you. He thrusts faster, clearly aching for release.

"Dreamed of this, Babe...you feel so tight."

His words only sent you closer to the edge, and the smell of you was driving him crazy.

"Leo! Shit...i'm gonna-"

You didn't get to finish your sentance before you were orgasming around his cock. He didn't care though, he continued to pump into you, making you arch into him.

"Gonna go all night, hmm? Sound good?"

You agree, too blissed out from your orgasm to render what he was saying. All you could think about was how drunk you were on the feeling of his dick ramming into you.

Your thoughts were cut short by a hot liquid shooting into you. Leos thrusting began to stop.

He slowly pulled out, laying down beside you and pulling you close to him.

"If i had known sex felt that amazing, i would have fucked you months ago."

Leo smirked down at your dazed face.

"Mmm, i wanted you to."

You admitted, cuddling into his plastron. He chuckles.

"Next time just tell me."

You nod sleepily.

"Will do"

Leo leaned down to your ear, his hand tracing patterns on your back.

"If you fall asleep, you won't mind if i keep going, right?"

You nod, turning around.

"Love you, Honey."

He pulled a blanket over you both, beginning to line his already hard dick to your enterance.

"Love you-"

You were cut off by his door swinging open.

"Dude! I just had the craziest dream-"

Mikey stopped in his tracks at Leo's sighing expression and you pulling the covers over your head.

"Get. Out"

Leo threatened, Mikey gulped, stepping back as if trying to escape a hungry lion.

"Sorry dude, but uhh, you know, nice work"

He winked at Leo before closing the door. Leo rolled his eyes, putting his arms back around your waist.

"Back to you.."

He squeezes your thigh once more, making you laugh out.

"Leonardo!"

He chuckles, pulling you against him and resting his chin on your shoulders.

"You're so perfect"

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Gulp i hope this is somewhat good characterization of Leo, trust me i'll make sure his fanfics are more accurate. I'm not as knowledged on Leo as i am Raphael, so i'll work on that. Sorry if this fic is short it's like 4 am and i am knackered. Anyways ily all tysm for reading!

[jhaenyra]

　˚　˚̣̣ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ❀ ᰷ ⎯⎯͟͟ your father (the king) assigned him as your personal knight, to protect your life with his. you end up having an affair with him, something the king can’t know or else he would get leo killed | MEDIEVAL TMNT AU

tags:: #bay!leo #leoxreader #knightxprincess

he would have taken the oath on one knee, his sword laid before your father, his head bowed as he swore that your life would always come before his own.

every word would have carried weight because leonardo has never treated promises lightly. from that day onward, he would become your shadow.

every hallway you walked, every royal gathering, every ride beyond the castle walls—he would always be there, silent, disciplined, watchful.

at first, you were simply his duty.

then somewhere between stolen conversations in empty corridors and quiet rides through the castle gardens, duty slowly became something much more dangerous.

leo would fight against his feelings harder than anyone ever could. he would convince himself that loving you is selfish, dishonorable, and a betrayal of the king’s trust.

every time you smiled at him, every time your fingers accidentally brushed while he helped you down from your horse, he would immediately take a respectful step back, forcing distance between you both.

he would spend countless sleepless nights kneeling in the castle chapel, asking for the strength to bury feelings that only seemed to grow stronger. the tragedy is that no amount of discipline could make him stop loving you.

you would be the one who slowly breaks through that wall. perhaps one evening you would find him alone training beneath the moonlight, striking the wooden post over and over until his hands bled beneath his gloves.

when you asked why he pushed himself so mercilessly, he’d simply answer, “because if i fail… i lose more than my honor.” he would never explain what he truly meant, but the way his eyes lingered on yours for just a second too long would tell you everything.

the first time he kissed you would feel almost like surrender. after escorting you safely back from an ambush on the road, both of you would still be shaking from the realization that you had nearly died.

you would thank him, perhaps placing your hand against his face without thinking. leo would freeze completely.

he’d whisper your title instead of your name, almost pleading for you to stop before either of you crossed a line. but when you leaned in anyway, he would finally give in, kissing you with years of restraint breaking apart all at once.

afterward, he would rest his forehead against yours with genuine fear in his voice, quietly saying, “this can never happen again.”

neither of you would believe those words.

your meetings would become carefully planned secrets. hidden towers forgotten by servants, abandoned chapels covered in ivy, quiet sections of the royal gardens after midnight.

leo would always arrive first, checking every entrance, every shadow, making certain nobody had followed him. even during your stolen moments together, his instincts as your protector would never disappear.

he’d still listen for footsteps between kisses, still keep one hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

physical affection would always feel incredibly precious because it would be so rare. leo isn’t naturally overly affectionate in public, and in secret he would still remain gentle rather than passionate. he would hold your hand beneath his cloak while walking hidden passages.

he’d brush loose strands of your hair behind your ear before memorizing your face as though he feared it might be the last time.

when you rested against his chest, he’d wrap his arms around you carefully, almost afraid to hold you too tightly, as though he didn’t deserve even that much happiness.

every royal ball would be absolute torture. you would be dancing with noble princes your father hoped you would marry while leo stood only a few steps away in polished armor, his face completely unreadable.

nobody would notice how his jaw tightened every time another man touched your waist. nobody would notice how your eyes kept searching the room until they found him standing by the throne.

the entire kingdom would believe he was simply performing his duty. only the two of you would know your hearts were breaking in plain sight.

if another knight or noble showed obvious interest in you, leo would never interfere unless your safety was threatened.

his jealousy would be painfully quiet.

he’d simply become more reserved afterward, convincing himself that one day you would marry someone worthy of your station while he returned to being nothing more than the man guarding your chamber door.

you’d notice the distance immediately, forcing him to admit the truth. even then he’d only whisper, “you deserve a future that doesn’t end with my execution.”

he would keep little reminders of you hidden where nobody would ever think to look. perhaps a ribbon you once tied around his injured wrist, pressed between the pages of an old prayer book.

maybe a pressed flower you absentmindedly tucked into his armor after a spring festival. tiny treasures that no king would ever notice, yet worth more to leo than gold itself.

the fear of discovery would never leave either of you. every unexpected knock on a door, every servant walking around a corner too suddenly, every mention from your father asking where his captain had been that evening would send your hearts racing.

leo would constantly think through escape routes, alibis, lies he hated telling. he’d rather die than deceive the king… yet he would do exactly that every single day if it meant protecting both your secret and your life.

if the king ever became suspicious, leo would immediately place all blame upon himself. even if you begged him not to, he would kneel before the throne and claim he had manipulated the princess, that you were innocent, that any punishment should fall upon him alone.

he knows exactly what sentence would await him. he simply could never bear watching your reputation be destroyed because of choices you both made together.

the most heartbreaking part is that leo would genuinely be prepared to die for you—not just because of the oath he swore years ago, but because somewhere along the way protecting your life stopped being his duty and became the greatest privilege he had ever known.

if the executioner’s sword was the price of keeping your name untarnished and your future secure, he would kneel without resistance.

his only regret wouldn’t be losing his own life… it would be leaving you behind, wondering if you would ever know that every promise he made to your father had been true, even if loving his daughter had broken every rule he had ever lived by.

[cheekymintchocolate]

Hey guys

I'll stop procrastinating and actually lock in. Chapter should be done soon...

[honeydazai]

sore loser/worse winner

feat.: rise! Leo

content: 18+, riding, Leo is annoying (affectionate)

The stark dichotomy between the Leo you know, your reliable best friend, your hype man, the one who nuzzles into your neck when refusing to let go of you and get up in the morning, and the Leo currently underneath you is startling.

You've seen this side of him before, of course. With Donnie during the Lair Games — "Second place, huh? What's that feel like?"—, with Mikey, whenever the two of them get lost in some essentially stupid competition, aching to prove everything through proving nothing. It's just never been directed at you before.

"What, tired already? Come on, you gotta put in some effort, babe."

The sleazy grin he's wearing is the same he's had when ordering his brothers to stand in honour of the five time champ while he speaks, arrogant humour bleeding through. Back then, you barely managed to stifle a giggle — Leo still noticed, practically beaming at making you laugh —, the high of your boyfriend being the best and being aware of it thrilling, leaving you to swoon a bit more than you'd ever admit.

Naively, you assumed you'd never be at the receiving end of his mean side. Past you was a fool.

"Are you, though?" Leo drawls, absentmindedly tracing patterns onto the curve of your hip. When his touch skates over your abdomen, you suck in a trembling breath. "Because I'm not seeing a lot of moving or bouncing. Thought you said you wanted to ride me and, what? Make me cry from pleasure? The only one crying here is you, sweetheart."

"I am", you snap, voice sharp and thighs trembling. Your nails dig into his shoulders and you hope they leave marks. "I am putting in effort. Help me out or be quiet."

At the time, you didn't take his brothers' frustration seriously. Now, you get their urge to make him pay.

You grit your teeth, jaw tense. Your eyes are definitely not watering. "This is harder than it looks."

Leo pauses mid-movement to level you a flat look. "I hope you appreciate how much self-restraint it's takin' me not to make that joke right now."

You hate him, and tell him as much.

It gets you a laugh in response, wheezing. "Sure you do", Leo croons, sitting up straighter, back against the headboard, and you choke on a moan as it jostles his dick inside of you. "Now c'mon. I wanna see you do this."

Your legs ache and you've barely started; oh, you're so choking on your bold claims from before, having severely underestimated how exhausting actually doing the work is. You're used to Leo on top of you, rutting into you with warrior's stamina, not showing even a hint of exhaustion. This is — well. A full gym session with Raph would be easier.

Holding onto his biceps for stability, you rise up on your knees, whimpering when only the tip stays in, then sink down again, body shaking with the strain. This shouldn't be this tiring. You occasionally work out in your free time, damn it—

Repeating the motion makes you whine low in your throat, sweat beading on your forehead. Your knees feel weak. When you move just right, he hits a spot inside that makes you clench, pleasure sparking up your spine, though when you shift again, muscles unwilling to support you for long, the rush of endorphins disappears.

At least Leo's also affected. When you take a moment to pay attention, he's trembling, plastron heaving. Your eyes drag up to his face, expecting flushed cheeks and the tense set of his jaw he gets whenever he's close, wanting evidence that this is good for him, too — only to be severely disappointed.

He's laughing at you.

Shaking with barely restrained wheezes, Leo's eyes are squeezed shut, his grin wide enough to make your blood boil. Pointedly, you rake your nails down the tough skin of his arms, barely leaving shallow welts that you know are bound to heal in literal seconds.

"I hate you so much." You both know you don't mean it, could never, but you force your glare into fierceness nonetheless. "I'm doing my best here; what are you contributing, exactly?"

"Sorry, sorry." Leo nearly chokes on a chuckle. "It's just — jeez, that looks near painful. Like you're actually suffering. Guess you're destined to be a pillow princess, huh?"

You scoff, though, by now, the idea of passing the exhausting part to him is not unappealing. You've proven your point, or at the very least tried to; the frustration of this not getting anywhere, arousal merely simmering underneath your skin, is overwhelming.

"You're not funny." A pause. "Whatever. Just get on with it."

Leo's grin turns sharp. "Bossy. I like it." At your eyeroll, he blows you a kiss, and bucks his hips up. His hands hold tight onto your torso, pulling you down at the same time; your spine arches, head falling back with a moan. You'll never get used to the pace he sets, strength effortless.

His grip shifts, wrist bending just so his thumb gets to draw tight circles around your clit while also keeping you in place, and, alright, you think, maybe you can forgive him for being annoying and arrogant after all.

Credit where credit is due. He's the best at making you feel good.

the. the creature. he's so boyfriend. had to write for him before getting sucked into another fandom (current options: Tokyo Revengers, Haikyuu, JJK.)

[katanablue]

Something something Leo and wax play something something

Him having you tied to the bed and blindfolded while he drips hot wax from a candle directly onto your body and comments on how beautiful you look and how you’re being so good for him right as he pours more on your nipples and drags it all the way down your torso and stops right above your sex—

Something something.

[katanablue]

I love that burlesque dancer reader thing and was wondering if you can do a 03 Leo scenario where he felt extra possessive after Reader told him of a bad day they had?

I SURE CAN (2 yrs later)

ANYWAY, sorry she's so short :( Warnings: Uhhh Leo getting a lil too passionate and 'over protective' hehehoohoo

Leonardo, for the most part, considered himself a reasonable mutant. He was responsible, vigilant, honorable, patient, and (not to brag) a pretty good partner. Whether it was to his brothers, friends, or you. But right now he didn't feel like any of those things, not when you were actively crying in his arms after relaying 'the most awful terrible day' (as you put it) you had. "And then to top it all off! My keychain broke... the one you made me." You whine softly against his plastron, sniffling and tracing the random deep lines that made it up. Leo had so much to say to you, more than just 'I'm so sorry, blossom' and 'Just let it out, love.'. Words could only comfort you so much and while Leo knew he was good at that, he wanted to do more.

He wanted to kiss your tears away, hold you tight to his chest and never ever let you out of his sight again because the risk of you getting hurt (what if it was physically?) was far too great and he couldn't have that, no no no no no-- Leo blinks when he registers how quickly his thoughts derailed. When has he ever thought like that? Sure he was protective over his loved ones and may or may not have been strict in following rules and code but... He would never treat you like a prisoner, he'd rather fight with no weapons against Shredder than ever keep you locked up. But that's not what he's doing nor would he ever, no for now all he can do is just squeeze you as tight as he can and kiss your head while you continue to go about your day and cry it out. "Oh my blossom. If I could take the today and rewrite its history for you then I would." He nuzzles his face against you. "I'd be sure that nothing bad came near you and made sure you'd have the perfect day." The sentiment is nice, heartwarming, and you raise your head to kiss his jaw tenderly. His cheeks grow warm and a tender smile crosses his lips. "It's true, I would." He murmurs as he turns his gaze downward to you. "I'd die a thousand deaths to be sure that your days were always perfect..." Now that sentiment was... different. Leo wasn't one to shy away from dramatics you knew that but this was certainly something. "Leo--" "I don't like when my lady has an off day of any kind. You deserve nothing but the best always and forever." His arms tighten a fraction around you, one shifting to cradle the back of your head and guide into the crook of his neck. You can only blink slowly, moving your arm to wrap around his waist and rest against his shell. "It's just part of life, Leo. Nobody ever has 'the perfect day' but I appreciate you going all 'protective' over it." You murmur and kiss his plastron. 'Not it. You.' He corrects in his head. 'And not protective...' He thinks after a moment, unable to stop the next thought from rolling in. 'Possessive.' He can physically feel the change in his body when that word pops in and for the briefest moment, he wonders if he could tail you tomorrow and make sure you have ‘the perfect day'.

[katanablue]

Hello dear, may I ask somethingfor Leo 2k7? I want some fluff about kisses and consent, the reader had a abusive relationship in the past, so she want give to Leonardo a oportunity but at the same time she is little scare.

I love your content <3

HELLO ANON THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST Im finally getting to the ones in my inbox if my followers could not tell sdkjcndjc Warnings: nothin but FLUFF!!!! remember that consent is SEXY!!!!!!!

"Hey, we don't have to do anything you're not ready for. You know that right?" You know that, of course you know that. Leonardo has been nothing but patient, kind, understanding and every other green flag under the sun towards you ever since you started dating. Hell, even before that, when you first met he was already accommodating to you. He could tell with one look that you had been through the wringer, the way you couldn't look anyone in the eyes for more than half a second and how you always seemed to try and make yourself smaller.

They met you through April, who took you under her wing as her protégé after you approached her at the end of a seminar she hosted. You got along splendidly well and after some time, she decided to introduce you to her friends. Surprisingly, you took it quite well coming face to face with giant turtles and an equally as large rat, muttering a 'hello' and averting your gaze back to the ground. Leo remembers that day clearly and sometimes it amazes him how you went from that to this; cuddling with him in his bed with his hand rubbing up and down your arm. He was propped up on his elbow, eyes soft as he takes in your nervous state.

He calls your name gently, curling a knuckle beneath your chin to lift your gaze to him. "Talk to me." Try as you might you can't avoid his stare, not totally. He's aware of your horrid past relationship for you had confided in him within the first week of getting together. He offered to go and hang your previous partner from the rooftops by his ankle, give him a little spook and although it did make you smile, you told him it wasn't necessary. He was careful with you always, cautious in his movements and always always double (even triple) checking with you if what he was doing was alright. Over time you got more comfortable speaking up and he was proud of your progress. But he knew it wasn't always linear. "I'm scared." You admit quietly. "Am I scaring you?" "No, never." "Then what is it, love?" The million dollar question and one that she could never fully answer. It wasn't that you haven't kissed before-- small pecks here and there and flurries against each others cheek. But this was different wasn't it? Multiple kisses in one go, a make out, even though that term didn't quite fit what Leo wanted to do currently. "I want to kiss you-- nothing more in this moment right now. Your word means everything right now and always. Okay?" His grip changes to cupping your cheek, smoothing his thumb just under your eye and being sure that you're looking directly at him as he speaks to you. It makes your heart clench in the sweetest yet most nerve wracking way. You nod but he immediately shakes his head. "You have to say it, angel." You swallow hard and lift your hand to cover his, curling your fingers against his own and taking a moment to relish in his comforting touch. "Yes." "Yes...?" "Yes, I would like to kiss you too." Even then he still gives you time to change your mind, going slow as his lips get closer to yours. He doesn't move when he makes contact, keeping the pressure light and only continuing to brush your cheek and down the length of your arm. It's when you actively start kissing him first that he reciprocates, moving his lips over yours and letting out a small quiet churr of happiness. You don't know how long you kissed for. What you do know is that you want to do it again and again, memorize the texture of his lips on yours and burn the shape against your own. And eventually, you'll learn to overcome your past ordeals and kiss Leonardo and do more to your hearts content.

[mci-writing]

Leo watching you practice whining in his mirror before you go out with April and Sunita for the night.

It’s mostly absentminded, he assumes, from the softer rolls you start with that eventually evolve into fluid movements that could leave any onlooker flushed. Your nose is slightly scrunched, eyes focused as your hips meet the rhythm of the beat your brain’s settled on. There’s a soft hum in the back of your throat, but he can’t parse if it’s meant to be an older RnB tune or something else he doesn’t recognize.

You add a bounce to your rhythm, timing it with the soft grunts you murmur from your chest at each pivot from your hips.

He wants to tug you in by your waist, help you wade through whatever beat you’ve decided in your brain while he fingers press indentions to your skin. He wants to push his beak in your neck and nuzzle til he finds a pulse to nip. He really wants to bend you forward and test how well your whining can hold against his hips pressing into your most sensitive spots-

“Leo,” His eyes quickly bounce from their keened peering of your waist, now stationary, to the puzzled focus of your face. You still aren’t fully looking at him, “I’m raiding your closet.”

He rakes a glance over your current getup. He couldn’t possibly know what you’d need to spruce it up, but, “I’m not gonna stop you.”

You move about like it’s nothing, your steps barely scraping the ground as you find your way to scrounge through his belongings. A t-shirt flies here, a belt tugs over your shoulder, his groovy bell bottoms nearly smack him in the face, but he can’t seem to care as he watches you handle his stuff without a hint of discomfort.

Part of him wants to beg you to stay in, stay here, and practice your whining in his mirror again. Instead, he commits it to memory: the soft smile as you ramble about the bars you plan to hop, the light touches of your fingers as you handle his belongings, and the trill of your excitement layered in the way your hips seem to pop with each step.

Sweet pizza supreme, he loves you, loves this.

“Hey,” You turn with a grin, brain turning with ideas. You jump a little once you notice he’s next to you, “Want me to bring anything home-,”

He presses a soft peck to your lips, chaste and warm despite his cold disposition. He leans into another and another, pulling giggles from your throat.