#Bay!Leo

[yorshie]

[turtlecleric]

Leo stumbles into your room with his head bowed. His eyes are haunted and wide, his movements oddly stilted.

Something is wrong.

As far as you know, all the boys were supposed to do tonight was help the NYPD bust into a Purple Dragon storage house. You don't know what could possibly have him acting so... off. You don't see any injuries. If one of his brothers was hurt, he would be with them, not with you. If the storage house was a bust, he would be complaining about wasted time and energy, so that can't be it, either.

You want to ask. But at the same time, you really, really don't.

You watch him slowly shed his armor and gear with shaky hands. As soon as he's done, you reach for him. He pauses, studying you for a long moment before crawling into bed and pulling you close. You can feel him trembling, his fingers clutching at the fabric of your shirt like a lifeline.

"Can I stay with you tonight?"

The sound of his voice, small and pleading, makes your throat tight. He should never sound like that. Never.

"Of course," you whisper. "Always. You don't even have to ask, you know that."

He doesn't reply. You try to soothe him a bit, to get him to relax. Swiping gentle hands over his muscles. Scratching little symbols over his shell. Pressing kisses onto scale and keratin. It still feels as though he might shake apart in your arms, but he doesn't ask you to stop. You like to think it's helping. At least a little.

"I love you," he chokes out. He sounds... desperate. Afraid. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Leo."

His arms tighten around you again. "You're being careful, right? When- when I'm not there to keep an eye on you?"

"Yes, love, I'm being careful. I'm being safe. I promise."

"...Okay."

You try to stay awake, but the pull of sleep is too strong. You can feel it dragging you under, and the last thing you register before you slip away is Leo's voice.

"Please. Please."

You don't know what he's asking for.

[cursed-tmnt-headcanons]

TOS Star Trek/TMNT oddly specific headcanons because both are my hyperfixations and any chance to word vomit is appreciated thank you

Rise Leo: ships Spock, T’Pring (Spock’s fiancée) and Kirk together, oh and McCoy too, oh and Uhura too, oh and Sulu too, and Chekhov too, oh and Nurse Chapel too, oh and Scotty too, oh and- (yes, they are all in the same relationship, Leon will fight on this topic)

2014 Leo: watches Star Trek at midnight in his room with a blanket over his head so he doesn’t get caught and bullied by his brothers, probably enjoys Enterprise the most

2012 Leo: ships Spock and T’Pring, has cosplayed as Kirk several times with the costume only getting more and more niche (“No no I promise it’s Star Trek it’s from that one episode when they check in on the 1920s planet and Captain Kirk out-mobs the mob bosses, no Raph I swear it’s an episode don’t walk away-”)

2007 Leo: Has a ‘hatred’ for Captain Kirk and says it should have been Captain Pike simply because he was there for the pilot, chooses any moment possible to talk about how much he despises Kirk to get a rise out of Raphael

2003 Leo: That one episode of Sulu with a sword was his gay awakening. Nothing else needs to be said.

1987 Leo: 100% introduced the other Leos to Star Trek, is lovingly hated by other turtles for giving the Leos brain rot, watches with his legs crossed in front of the TV like that one scene of 2012 Leo but all of the time

me who knows nothing about star trek: fascinating

[shootingstarsue]

[scholastic-dragon]

Happy birthday doll ;)

Have you considered pussydrunk bay!Leo? Bro's made you come on his tongue like 4 times already, you're overstimulated but he just. Can't. Take. His. Mouth. Off. You. He can't get enough of your taste, of the way you look, all flushed and fucked out and trembling for him. Can't get enough of your plush thighs squeezing his cheeks, of your pretty moans, his name on your tongue and your slick on his, your hands pulling, tugging him closer by his mask as you grind against his tongue.

It's like he can't think beyond what's in front of him, it's so good, so good, he just can't pull away—

BARK BARK BARK

this is now my roman empire

NSFW warning. Minors DNI

Bay!Leo x Fem!reader

You never thought you'd regret letting your boyfriend go down on you.

It had started as an "innocent" after dinner question. He brought up wanting to take your relationship a bit further. Sitting on your couch, your legs over his lap, you both talked about some of your likes and dislikes.

Massaging your calves, Leo sheepishly admitted that he really wanted to go down on you.

What kind of girlfriend would you be if you said no to that?

So you brought him to your bedroom, letting him undress you and touch every freckle and mole he could find.

His eyes were wide as you laid on the bed before him, fully naked with a beautiful blush covering your neck.

Starting at your jaw, he kissed, licked, and nipped his way down your body. Whispering praise into your skin as he went, his voice falling deeper and deeper into lust.

He could smell your arousal, smell how badly your body craved him. He made you feel this way. Your body wanted HIM. It was an addicting feeling that had him palming himself through his pants.

Scooting down on the bed, laying on his stomach, pulling your legs over his shoulders, he finally got a real look at your most sensitive area.

"You're gorgeous, Y/n," He sighs, leaning in and kissing your clit. You whine, hands gripping the blankets under your head.

He starts soft and slow, kissing and licking at your lips, teasing and testing to see what your body liked.

Then his hands grip your thighs tight, his tongue finds your entrance.

"Leo," You moan, rolling your hips.

His tongue plunges inside you, twirling and twisting, pulling every drop of pleasure out of you he could.

He moaned against you, eyes rolling back in his head.

You were a little embarrassed feeling yourself already close to coming. But given how good Leo felt between your thighs, you let the feeling go.

"Leo, leo," You moan, rolling your hips faster. "I'm gonna cum,"

He growls, moving his tongue faster inside you. Flicking it just right and making you scream out.

Your back arched, your body convulsing against his mouth. He pulled his tongue out of you, and you breathed a sigh of relief, just wanting to be held in his arms.

But he quickly moved to suck your clit in his mouth, messily kissing and licking it.

You screamed again as his finger teased your entrance. "Leo!"

You were already so sensitive, so wet. His finger had no resistance as it slipped inside you, moving hard and fast.

You were moaning and groaning so loud the neighbors would complain but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Curling his finger he hit your g-spot, over and over with hard sharp thrusts.

"LEO!" You see stars behind your eyes, your breathing harsh, chest heaving.

The feeling is so intense and it isn't backing down, only growing and growing. Leo doesn't stop, continuing to finger fuck you hard and fast.

The feeling crests again and you can't tell if it's just a long orgasm or a third one.

Even you couldn't get yourself off this fast.

"Leo, leo," You pant, hitting his hand on your leg. "I can't take anymore, baby,"

"But you taste so fucking good, baby," He moans. He sounds drunk, absolutely lots in the sensation of eating you out.

His second finger teases your entrance.

"Leo." You warn.

He moans again, not putting it in, but simply resting it at your entrance, pulling at the skin.

Your thighs squeeze his head so hard you're worried you'll crack it open like a walnut.

You reach down, grabbing his mask tails, trying to yank him in any direction that isn't directly on your clit.

"I can't, Leo, it's too much,"

"You can," He eyes meet yours, a dangerous look that has your pussy fluttering. "And you will,"

He sucks harder, moving faster.

Shit, he was right. You were going to cum again and it was going to be a big one. Your moans grew louder, your hips bucking into his face. Sweat covered your skin, making you stick to the blankets.

You yanked on his mask again, meeting his piercing gaze. "Cum."

And you do.

Your voice goes hoarse from the scream, you're sure it makes the windows shake. Your body feels like it's floating, a wonderful feeling of letting go and a true release wash over you.

You pant, mewling as he pulls his hand and mouth away, falling to the mattress with heavy limbs.

"Holy fuck," He whispers.

Glancing down, your eyes go wide. He's soaking wet, his mouth literally dripping along with his hand and wrist. There's a puddle under your ass.

"I....holy shit I squirted," You gasp, sitting up toward him.

"That's a good thing, right?" He mumbles, not taking his eyes off you.

"Very good, fuck, that felt amazing,"

He moans, leaning in to kiss you, smearing your release on your lips. "Wanna do it again?"

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[seaghosst]

bay area mikey does that one tiktok trend.

splinter isn’t a great father for awhile, he gets better but mikey is his #1 hater

[gizkasparadise]

[bringbackthebaylights]

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[snackugaki]

... i mean, it’s usually Raph. but sometimes not.

[donniesgirlie]

Believe it or not, the plan was Raph fluff, but the idea got sad and vague as soon as I opened the draft.

Og idea coming soon? If y'all want it lmk

"5 more minutes?": Your Choice x GN! Reader

.

It's still dark when his alarm goes off. You lay on your bed with one of his heavy arms locking your back to his chest; the cool press of his plastron through your sleep shirt -his old, way oversized tee- a comforting one.

The shrill beeping of the alarm, on the other hand, is the opposite of comforting. It's your reminder that he's not yours. Not really. He belongs to the night - a phantom sweeping over the heads of hundreds of sleeping people that will never know the capable hands that safeguard their lives.

It's nothing new, though. You knew from the start that he belongs to the icy touch of Nyx more than he will ever belong to you.

Belonging...

The very thing that keeps him from you:

The inability to belong that was cast upon him by the same people he's sworn to protect. It's a cruel irony that those he's saved countless times are the very ones that are the first to yell "freak" and "monster" at the sight of him.

It's shifting behind you that forces you from your thoughts. Just as fast as the alarm sounded, he shuts it off. The movement sets you in motion. Rolling over, you're met with tired eyes, awake way too early; they soften when they meet your own. A sickeningly sweet look that makes you want to melt into him like some sick experiment gone wrong.

"G'morning," His voice is gruff in the silent, barely-morning air.

"5 more minutes?" you plead. The first rays of light no doubt peaking over the horizon, taunting you with how little time you have left.

[ladynamie]

TILL THE END OF THE MOON 长月烬明 (2023) | Episode 1

[yorshie]

"I was yours” bayverse Leo, please? Btw, I love your writing!

"Do you remember the first night we met?" You asked him, raising your threaded fingers together up into the air above where you laid snuggled in his bed.

Leo hummed low in the back of his throat, a faux consideration that brought a secret smile to your lips. The rhetorical question was certainly humorous in hindsight, with the way the two of you had revolved around each other since the night you met.

The moon to your sea, he'd once said when he was still grappling with how the two of you would move forward, sleep deprived and just a tad bit drunk, you'd found out later. Tipsy enough to look at you with stars in his eyes, tipsy enough that you could taste the echo of his drink on his lips when he'd pressed them to your mouth.

"Yes," he finally answered in a tone that meant of course, shifting just a touch on his shell to bring the arm trapped behind your back up to your shoulders. His fingers closed around your hand, trapping palm to palm and bringing them down to press a kiss to the back of yours.

"You saved me," you told him, not for the first time, and not for the first time, he huffed through his nose. He shifted to roll onto his side, smoothly pinning your joined hands beside your head while you grinned up at him.

"You saved me." He corrected you, adding words that came with practiced ease, "I saw you through the rain, and it was all over." He pressed a kiss to your mouth, soft and sweet and a moment too long to be considered chaste. "I was yours," he continued when he pulled back, "from the moment I saw you."

"I was yours," you answered him, rubbing the thumb of your trapped hand over the side of his, "from the moment you saw me."

[turtlecleric]

13 with Leo, please?

13. "Shhhh, come here."

-

Someone is here.

Someone is here, in this godforsaken room with you. Crouching over you, huge and imposing - but that doesn't even matter. What matters is that someone is here. Silhouetted by the light spilling in from the hallway like an honest to God angel. They're here, pushing your greasy hair away from your eyes, speaking to you in a low tone that sounds like rushing water in your ears.

It's nice. The water. Soothing in a way you haven't felt in a long, long time. Much better than the ringing silence that you're used to. It feels... familiar, too. Like an echo from a dream, or a memory of a memory.

You want to see who it is, but everything is blurry. The light is too bright, as well. Even with this person blocking most of it, it's too much. You'd missed the light, wanted so badly to have it before now, but... it hurts.

You squeeze your eyes shut, focusing instead on the water. Wait, not water. A voice. A voice that, suddenly, you remember.

"Leo?"

You haven't spoken in so long, it's almost jarring to do so again. The rushing water quiets, and you feel him gingerly cup your jaw with his hand, the pad of his thumb brushing across your cheek. It feels... warm.

That's strange. It never felt warm before, did it? No. No, he was always oddly cool. Right?

"Yeah." His voice splits down the middle. Rasps in a way you've never heard before. But you can at least make out the words now. No more rushing, just the ringing. Still dark, but this time it's your choice. The same, but different. "Yeah, it's me. I've got you, okay? I'm taking you home."

Home?

"That's right," he whispers. Another split down the middle, like the crack in the cement that you sometimes run your fingers along, feather-light, back and forth, to keep yourself occupied. To feel something other than the cold. Your fingers twitch now, spreading along the ground. Reaching, searching for that crack. Before you find it, too-warm hands shift beneath you, and then you're being lifted.

"Leo," you whimper, still reaching. It's important. Isn't it? The crack. There's a reason that it's... important... You can't remember. Why does that scare you? Why weren't you scared before? Panic sparks, an undercurrent running just below the exhausted confusion that covers you like a blanket. Throat tight, tasting ash and copper, you try again. "Leo-"

"Shhhh, come here." He presses his forehead to yours, holding you a bit closer. "It's okay. I've got you."

That's not- not what you were- but it's... so, so nice. Being held. Feeling the warmth seep into your skin where the two of you touch. You falter, whatever goal you'd been trying to achieve lost like smoke in the wind. Your fingers reach for his plastron now, seeking the little indents there, and something about the way his breath hitches makes you want to apologize.

He moves, then. Rhythmic and fast and careful all at once. There's more rushing water, but you're...

Smoke in the wind. Floating under the current. It's... nice.

You hope this is real.

[luckycharms1701]

💙 He wakes up slowly.

This is a surprise. Normally there is sleeping and then there is awakening, nothing in between. He lingers in the middle, confused but also… content.

It feels like meditating, he thinks, and without thought Leo’s breath slips into that familiar pattern. He allows his awareness to spread out.

Almost immediately he finds you. You are sprawled across his plastron, one arm flung across his waist and the other under your head over his heart. The softest snores are coming out of your mouth.

He has to remind himself to breathe, to slip back into his meditative state. It is harder than he thinks it should be.

At one point that had been a very sore subject for him, the way you disturbed his calm without even thinking about it. Now, though. Now he understands that some emotions are too strong to be fully curbed, that love is meant to disturb as often as it calms.

Now, he curves slightly into you even as he continues to meditate, breathing in your scent. There. That's the source of his contentment. You are the source of his contentment.

He meditates for some time, reflecting on you and on love. The highs and the lows, the agonies and the ecstasies. His quiet contemplation is interrupted by you, causing a smile to cross his face at the irony.

You nuzzle into his plastron slightly as you slowly start to wake. He opens his eyes and looks down to find that you've turned your head and opened your own eyes, a sleepy smile on your face.

He reaches out and brushes his thumb gently across your lips, cupping your cheek. You turn into his palm, giving it a small kiss as you stretch.

"Good morning princess," he whispers, and you mumble back as you curl farther into him.

His heart is full as the two of you prepare to begin your day together.

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head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic

[gornackeaterofworlds]

Rise turtles in Bay style

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[seaghosst]

misc tmnt things i don’t like enough to make a post abt/didn’t finish, some of this is kinda old