#rottmnt donnie x reader smut

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hi there,

I love your writings! I never sent an ask before, and I'm sure you have plenty of requests, but your works are incredible, so anything you choose to write about is bound to be amazing!

I was wondering if you would consider doing more 18+ headcannons for the ROTTMNT Boys, like you did for Leo? The idea that they all fall for the reader for different reasons sounds intriguing 🤤

Random Headcanons About Donatello (18+)

Rise!Donatello x reader

A/N: I decided to write one for Donnie, because other than this, I have nothing one Rise Donnie😭 Hope you’ll like this, and will satisfy some of you Donnie people out there💜

Warnings: Talk of masturbation, a little bit of intimate instints.

Donnie was never been much of a big flirt, nor had he ever had much interest in anything romantic. To him, it felt like a waste of time. Those kinds of feelings never came easy to him, so it was kind of hard for him to fit it into his life.

But of course Donnie felt bodily needs. He was a living being after all. But he had never tied it to any emotions of love or attraction. No, to him it had always been a natural thing he needed to get done. Something his body needed, a part of his nature. Science and biology in its natural habitat. So when he felt the need, he would hide himself away in his room, and make quick work with his hands on himself, until he didn’t feel the growing neediness in his member anymore.

He never bothered to spend much time thinking about these things. He never bothered spending time thinking about what he was into, when it came to a partner. Because why would he do that? He wasn’t looking for a partner, so why would he try to figure out what his ideal partner would be like? Sounded like a stupid thing to do in his opinion.

These things didn’t change straight away when you entered Donnie’s life. Donnie did not feel any different when he and his brothers started to hang out with you. You were a nice friend and Donnie did enjoy spending time with you. But that was just that. You were just a friend, and Donnie didn’t want it to be any other way. No more. No less.

But slowly but surely, things between the two of you would change.

As time went on, you and Donnie would get closer, slowly becoming best friends. That meant you and the purple genius would often spend time alone together, getting to know each other on a deeper level. You just understood Donnie, and you never struggled or clashed with his way of being, like his brothers would from time to time. However, there would be small things that you did, that slowly would make Donnie’s heart flutter. It was how you seemed to understand his sometimes non-verbal communication, how you easily learned his way of organizing, and his other small quirks.

The realization that Donnie had developed feelings for you, hit him like a wall of bricks. It happened one late night, as Donnie sat in his lab, hunched over his work, his thoughts running as he worked. His thoughts floated towards you and your beautiful smile… Hmm, odd… But you did have a beautiful smile. Anyway, back to work… You also did have a very nice voice… Donnie really liked your voice. It made him happy to hear it whenever you were around… Snap out of it Donnie! You’re working!... When did Donnie last see you anyway? A few days ago, when you and him had decided to watch that movie together. And you were wearing those jeans that really fitted your butt and thighs so well. So well that Donnie for a short moment, wished he could just reach out to touch them. That was the moment Donnie dropped what he had in his hand, his eyes wide when he realized what was going on.

Donnie, much to his own surprise, now found himself spending much time dreaming and wondering about love. He thought of you, what it would be like to be with you, both emotionally and physically. He wondered what you liked, and if you would ever look at him in the same way. And for the first time, Donnie found himself touching himself, not just because of his needs, but because of what your beautiful being did to him.

And for the first time Donnie found himself interested in romance, and it wouldn’t take long before he slowly put in the work, in order to win you and your love over.

[niphredil-14]

OH MY STARS THIS WAS FABULOUS!

I absolutely loved the fact that as amazing as the honey moon was, there was the hiccup of the suitor, and I love even more how the reader handles it herself, even if Don shows up to back her up.

And the return to the Cat-and-Mouse-Chase that proved to detrimental, this time being fun and loving is just so perfect. I think it beautifully symbolizes how far they’ve come in their relationship, and how much they’ve overcome!

I have like, a million more comments, but I won’t bombard everyone with them.

I have absolutely adored this series, through and through, it has been something I have consistently looked forward to at the end of each week since I began reading it, and part of me is sad to see it’s reached its end.

Dork, you have created something so amazing! And on behalf of all of your readers, we can’t thank you enough. This was such a beautiful, insane, whirlwind of a story, and I loved every moment of it!

Weak Spot - Finale - Chapter 70

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay

Synopsis:  A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

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First 💜 Previous

LAST WARNING FOR THE 🍋 UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI!

Warm.

Sun kissed, you were drunk on cradled heat.

Even under the gorgeous umbrella, it only felt like a momentary reprieve from the caressing warmth. It lingered, bouncing off granules of sand, before trying to sneak up onto your huge towel. Bits sprinkled your feet and legs from where you’d traveled back from the ocean and you cared little as you were hunkered down in an oasis.

Your honeymoon.

What a great descriptor for such a vacation, you thought. It was the epitome of nature’s sweetness and it was by the moonlight your charted days. With little fanfare after your wedding had eaten up the rest of everyone’s excitement, the trip to the airport a few days later had been a simple affair. Everything else had been accounted for so all you had to do was make it to the plane. The only surprise had been Spencer’s wedding gift; a pass for Donnie to legally traverse international lines as a temporary brokered deal with the US government, it seemed silly at first. 

The trip had long been booked and Donnie had gone through all the back alley protocol necessary. He had his pseudonym down, the cloaking brooch, and all necessary, albeit illegal paperwork to sneak away. Having a formal printed document saying he was allowed to do what he was going to do anyway was something was the epitome of superfluous.

Donnie didn’t see it that way.

From his choice of a white suit, his marriage to you was his new beginning. He was not some unsullied being, but instead the color change represented his yielding. He was moving beyond what had come before, his darkness, and with it he was made anew. His legitimate work had always been, for him, some petty agreement as officials saw use of his mind after they found they could not forcefully obtain it. He had then later committed to it being his only job title as he explored his new self that had options. Having been acknowledged by his legitimate work, through Spencer’s hand or not, still spoke something of trust. Someone above in the hateful industry believed he could safely leave the country and that struck him deeply. It was validation upon the thousand he already had and you’d seen him hug Spencer unprompted.

It was probably the most contact the two had ever had and Spencer exploded into tears which he sobbed into darkened dots onto Donnie’s pale tux until his wife hauled him away.

She was a nice lady.

You liked her very much.

Donnie ditched the fake paperwork, successfully fought the airline for the corrections, but kept the brooch in the end. Traveling in human form afforded him more freedom which he appreciated in movement. Even with first class’ luxury accommodations, the seats sat human bodies better and you had seen him doze off for a few decent hours in the middle of your flight. You sipped champagne, perused a few movies, and indulged in first class fare all the while.

It was only the beginning of your decadence.

For what seemed like all the money in the world, you were greeted at the airport.

All the small irritations of travel were taken care of and you took a cushy bus ride along stunning carved paths with views of the sea. Lapping waves and stunning views had you glued to the window and Donnie had the driver pull over twice so you could admire. Your husband had ditched his brooch since leaving the airport as all staff from now on were known and under his dime. His scales glistened from the sea and you excitedly took picture after picture before finally allowing the car to get to the resort.

The manager there reminded you of Spencer because he was still trying to upsell such loaded guests, but Donnie dispelled the eagerness with ease by giving a stern acknowledgement of his ploy and telling him there was no need. It startled the man and Donnie requested only privacy before you headed to your room. An enormous suite that put not only your apartment, but the Kumonosu room to shame, it was almost like you’d rented an entire house. You gallivanted through each room after Donnie sent his baubles out for their scans. They sat dutifully in your protection and after touching just about every object that was temporarily yours, you approached your husband with open arms.

He took you in not only for a hug, but to bed.

It was where you stayed, only straying to desecrate literally every other part of the room in your promised fuck fest.

No one could ever say your union wasn’t consummated.

It was waking up dreary and delighted on the mid-morning of day five that you were finally weary of not your partner, but the room itself. There was only so much of the menu that could be delivered via room service and you had heard tell of incredible, but timely buffets. Donnie had tried bribing the bellhop, but not even the manager could make an exception as the food out there was being made for present guests. The chefs stood their ground which your mate accepted as it was a marker of pride.

You kissed your sleeping partner’s head before you snuck off to the shower.

He found you as you were lathered up and you were soon mounted against slick marble tiles.

You just barely made the breakfast buffets and thanked the ancient Italians for their pastry making.  

Refreshed, it was a quick trip back to the room to prepare for time away. Asking your partner to apply sunscreen to your back had quickly led to a small diversion, but only about an hour later than you hoped, you were hopping down paved steps in sandals. You avoided the resort’s pools in favor of the actual beach. A whole section had been marked off just for you and by the time you hit the sand your shoes were gone. Donnie followed suit remembering the supposed protocol and you jokingly taught him how to skip on the way to your umbrella.

You’d played in the ocean for what seemed like hours until lunch was brought to you. Donnie spoke of how the foods were specifically chosen to complement the sea air and how it affected the palate. You listened with a dreamy expression before cuddling into him for a nap. You supposed on some level you should probably fear a vacation, but you didn’t have it in you. Unlike the Hidden City, neither of you had history here. Though mutants had spread out around the world over time, most of them still resided in America. Here in Europe, they were mostly seen in bigger cities.

That might have meant Donnie’s existence would bring about whispers, but this resort was one that catered to a specific clientele. Celebrities and the like came here to be free from judgment and paparazzi. The company had built a reputation on such safety and with it the hush ran similarly through the guests. Parties rarely looked up from their own bubbles which meant Donnie could move freely and he did.

Outside of doting, it was impossible to miss the wide-eyed way he was taking everything in. A new culture, a new history, and travel he was never before allowed to take, he was devouring everything with a hunger similar to your own. Shreds of him clung to concerns, but on the whole, he was more free than you’d ever seen him.

You could also feel his composure.

Your rings linked and spoke of only happiness.

You were moved lightly from your cozy cocoon and you chirped sleepy.

“I’d like to swim again.” Donnie brushed a hand against your cheek.

“How’s the salt?” You murmured as he set you down, fully on the blanket.

“Drying, but not unmanageable. I brought a new body wash formulation to correct my skin’s pH. I’m interested in its effectiveness throughout our stay.”

“On you?” You nuzzled against his hand and didn’t bother opening your eyes.

“Yes.” He tapped your nose.

You giggled.

“An employee passed not too long ago and I signaled him to bring drinks in about an hour.”

“Do we have to leave!?” You stretched out your complaint.

“Technically…?” Donnie dipped to kiss you.

You opened your eyes to see your husband.

You committed his smile to memory.

“I’ll join you in a bit. Gonna get up nice and slow.” You decided, feeling particularly lazy. 

He chuckled. “Understood.”

“Find me a cool shell.”

“The ecosystem…” Donnie complained.

“I’ll throw it back? I want to see one.”

Donnie made a slight grumble before he agreed.

You got a second kiss and he was off.

You rolled over and stretched languidly. A few cracks gave way to another wave of drowsiness and you decided that the drinks arriving would wake you. Drifting off, it felt like only seconds passed when you heard steps in the sand. Your throat felt parched right on time and you lolled your head to see not a staff member, but a regular man approaching.

You blinked at him a few times before you sat up on your elbows.

“Hey.” He raised his hand and tried to make his posture disarming. “Sorry to bother you, my wife lost her anklet and since we had this space yesterday, I wanted to come down and look.”

You stared at him.

He was a liar.

It was plain as day.

No man staying at this resort would lift a finger.

They’d have a lawyer here ready to sue before they thought of doing anything so menial.

There was more.

He’d asked no question.

He hadn’t asked to look.

The farthest he’d gotten was his pathetic story.

He now stood.

Obviously nervous from where you’d left him hanging.

Hands rung.

Dart of his eyes.

More signs of lying.

Above all though, you recognized this man.

He was the adult son of one of the other guests.

He’d been clearly hungover at the buffet just this morning.

You registered him only because his dad had been on a stern business call while his airy mother drank mimosas.

He’d been contrastingly catatonic and you’d heard staff try to rouse him so they could clean after he overstayed his welcome.

They offered him his choice of sparkling water and medicine for his headache.

He’d nearly slapped the tray away and stumbled to the pool.

Why was he here?

You continued to stare.

“Uh…?” He strung the sound out as if you should have bent over backwards for him.

“You know…” You rubbed your face and gave him a bored glance. “I’m over it. Over the interrupting. Over the bullshit. It’s my honeymoon. Is this gonna be a violent thing or a stupid thing?”

He jarred.

“Do you know what I have to deal with? No. I’ll answer that for you. You have no idea. I just, just, got my husband on the first vacation of his life. So please, whatever the hell you want, I’m busy. Just spit it out and go.”

“I love you.”

Your mouth opened and stale air came out.

“I know! Too fast, but you asked! Ever since I saw you this morning, you were all I could think about-“

“What time is it?”

He didn’t seem put off and rushed to get his phone. “3:14pm.”

“That’s what? Four…? Hours…? Ago… You’ve been in love with me for four hours?”

“Yes, I-”

“I mean, I guess I’ll give you that. That is a new one.” You pulled your legs up to lean forward on them. “Haven’t heard that one before.”

He stood and took on an appreciative quality where he was still wincing against the sun. “I just wanted-”

“What was your big plan with the anklet thing? Not enough that you’d try to pull me from my husband, but you added a weird cheating aspect to the mix…?”

“That’s well-”

“Like which one am I supposed to believe? The first is starting to sound more believable. Your plan is weirder the longer I think about it…”

He didn’t try to speak again.

It was his only saving grace. 

You’d interrupted a few times, but he didn’t appear mad.

He was either patient, honest, or that stupid. 

You’d believe all of the above, but mostly you believed he was dumb enough to still think he had any sort of chance..

“Have you seen a kelp man, by chance?”

He balked openly.

You chuckled.

He perked up at the sound “May I…?”

“No.” You smiled.

He looked newly put out.

You weren’t playing by some unseen script.

In his mind, you should have been kinder.

It spoke of privilege.

He’d probably never been denied a thing in his life.

“I’ll bite. What about me did it for you?” You tucked your cheek against your knee.

His chest puffed as if he’d been granted permission to state his claim.

He prepared the whole of himself before he resigned to word vomit. “Your smile. The way your eyes lit up when you took a bite of maritozzi. The way you laughed. You were totally open and you didn’t care. You didn’t give a shit about anything else. You just reached out and told someone how good it was and more. You kept talking, but it mattered. What you said mattered. You weren’t saying what someone wanted to hear or what you thought might be the best thing to say. You were talking because you wanted to. You wanted to share your joy and all I could think was, that’s what I want. Something real. Something honest. Something happy.”

You wanted to laugh.

Instead you pasted on a face of thought.

Looking out to the ocean, you couldn’t see Donnie.

Through your ring he didn’t feel mad.

You reached through the connection.

He wasn’t far off.

A few miles off the beach which was a distance he could swim back in seconds.

You felt him respond to your probing with curiosity.

You soothed him intangibly, but the bubbles of comedy and strangeness must have come through because he started to head back.

You now had a timeline to respond to this stranger. 

You could tell him how selfish he was for trying to leech happiness off someone else.

It wasn’t your problem that he couldn’t find it himself. 

You could complain about all the things he’d made up about you just to fit his narrative.

You could ask him his age, the clear younger side of twenty, to validate your criticism.

You could even venture a guess at all the partners he’d had that had left him unfulfilled.

He even pegged you as the type to read romance novels. 

He’d deluded himself thus far.

Instead, you picked the only piece you cared about.

His omission.

“Didn’t care that the someone who made me so happy, made me want to talk, made my everything, was my husband, huh?”

“That… thing!?” For the first time, his face contorted in disgust.

You let the same openly paint yours.

He waffled. “T-that-! I mean-! W-well it’s not l-legally binding, right?”

You held up your hand to show your ring. “State of New York begs to differ.”

“You’re not in New York.” He argued, hackles high.

“On my honeymoon, dipshit.”

“D-dip-!?”

“You come down here. Against the rules, by the way.” You stood and dusted the latent sand off your legs before throwing up pure hatred at him.

The man seemed to rethink his entire life.

“Which, oh I’m gonna tattle. I don’t give a shit. I’m telling your bigwig dad and the fucking hotel. I’ll get a fruit basket and you’ll get the bitch session of your fucking rich ass life!” You stormed toward him and he shrank a few fearful steps back.

You had a hand up and jammed an angry digit into his chest. “That’s not love! I’m not your fucking fantasy! I’m me! I’m with the love of my life! Who makes me happy! Who I had my fucking awesome meet cute with and guess what!? It was love at first sight! It was awesome! It’s been the best thing that’s ever happened to me! So don’t you dare even pretend to imagine me with anyone else because ‘that thing’ is the best damn person I’ve ever met!!”

You watched the man’s form wiggle as his knees spasmed. “But h-he’s a-!”

“Mutant!?” You roared in his face. “Yeah and the dick is out of this world!”

He trembled in time for the ocean to explode in a crashing wave.

The man fell to the ground and you turned to see a glorious image of your mate bursting from the sea as if he were Poseidon himself.

You smiled at him, not needing to do anything to make your expression as uninhibited as this man supposedly liked.

Donnie took long and seemingly languid steps to your side where he dripped muscle and his full height. “This beach is reserved.”

“I’m sorry!” The man broke out in actual tears before he scrambled, kicking sand up and back, and ran straight towards the hotel.

Donnie watched on for a moment before looking down to where his wet body had made him a sticky platform for the beach granules.

“He’s my new suitor.” You joked lifelessly.

“What.” Donnie graveled out, already annoyed with the sand.

You shook your head and led him back to the water while explaining what had occurred. Donnie reared to pursue, but you splashed water on his legs to rinse the sand off. It didn’t exactly quell him, but when you finished, the staff member was finally arriving with drinks and Donnie had a few choice words. The manager of the resort was soon at your umbrella, apologizing profusely and offering appeasing gifts. Stakes were raised in a negotiation type fashion and you were given a reservation at a luxe restaurant in the next town over. Along with a few bonus amenities and a special boat ride, the manager departed to enact his promises along with a few punishments.

You hoped no employees were caught in the crosshairs, but got little else out when your umbrella toppled around you. The huge thing encapsulated you and you yipped confusion until Donnie pressed into your space. You could still see, but the dreary orange hues from under the cover made space tight. You felt your mate’s breath more than saw him as his face shoved into yours. Sharing oxygen that was rapidly heated from the enclosed space, you imagined the umbrella jostled only a few suspicious times before Donnie was between your legs.

He settled for a damp space, set a pace, and you were soon leaking his possession down your ass and onto the towel. You were kissed affectionately and left deliciously full. Once again curled up, Donnie took to cleaning and making you decent before he finally lifted the umbrella. It came with a breath of fresh air that you gulped down.

“You’re insatiable.” You moaned in fading euphoria.

“You’re my spouse.” He nuzzled your neck.

“I love you.” You spouted and pulled him closer.

He came with adoration which you pecked back. Finally enjoying your melted drinks, you lounged before returning to the water where Donnie had been so rudely interrupted. You played a bit, vowed to get snorkels from the front desk, and returned to the resort building for that dinner reservation. The chariot came in the form of that original bus and you headed to a town where there was a lively seaside feel. Pebbled walkways spoke of age and the residents authenticated with their generations. Here townsfolk spied Donnie as an oddity, but his perfect Italian had them hollering excitement. After eating you were invited to someone’s home where Donnie’s translations skills were put to the test as he was both ruthlessly drilled and tried to explain to you what was happening.

The bus driver ended up joining and you didn’t start driving back until the wee hours of the morning. Light had yet to permeate the sky when you returned and you pretended to deboard the bus in return to the hotel, only to divert course for the beach. Donnie followed after, clearly fatigued, as you toed through sand. You led him straight to the water, where you stared out as it lapped at your ankles.

“Sun rises in the other direction.” He murmured as he slumped against your side.

You planted your feet to hold him up. “I’m betting on that.”

He made a soft, curious trill.

You leaned your head against his.

He lounged in your presence until the weight of standing wore on him.

The moment he lifted his body from yours, you took a few steps away.

He watched on, a little too tired to comprehend as you shed a soft shawl the family matriarch had draped over you. A little flick had the light fabric floating to the dry sands and Donnie trailed the flutter. When he returned you were getting your zipper and his eyes opened up as he caught wind of what you were doing. He leered openly, resisting coming close as you stripped down with an eye flicking back to the resort routinely. No one appeared around, but the second you were naked, you flung yourself into the water.

It rushed back and forth around you for a lazy current and in a glimpse you saw Donnie fight with his clothes. He stumbled once for the tired rush of it all, but got similarly nude before he too dove in. He was upon you immediately where he churred up a storm that rivaled the waves and twirled you around with his superb swimming. You giggled and reigned him in with slippery limbs. “Water’s warm.”

“Seventh warmest…” Donnie nuzzled your neck.

“You would know that…”

He hummed agreement and kissed you.

A gentle flow, you melded with his shape. He guided your hips, anchoring them to his and you tied the knot tight by locking your legs around him. You ground, feeling little more than water and his plastron. It took some adjustments from him with buoyancy, but he soon had a sturdier position to spread his legs. The moment he did, you felt his tail come up, trending in the direction necessary to copulate. You met it and brought your hand down to the smooth triangle. A few angles had you sliding the needle of it against your sex and made him all the more needy as with each pass you got closer to his pelvis.

One such bump felt his cock pressing at his entrance and you angled so he could drop inside. He tightened his grip on your waist and tipped you out for him so it’d be a comfortable entry. Two grinds and he slid slick straight into your heat and you groaned.

“So unfair we’ve been denied this! We were supposed to have done this forever ago!”

“Safer here…” Donnie rocked to get you both more comfortable. “Better.” 

You groaned from the stretch of him and felt the moment he settled just right.

He snapped your body flush to him.

His intensity stoked you and you loved that he could still bring heat to your cheeks. “Do you think we'll always be like this?” 

He leaned in so the tip of his beak touched your nose. “I do.”

“Marriage kink.”

He gave a single puff before he gave into open laughter.

“It’s a thing, probably. Everything’s a thing.”

“Is that what you’ve thought?” He bounced you in his lap.

You whimpered only once before you caught his shoulders to meet his strides.

He churred openly with a satisfied grin.

“We-we’ve been going at it nonstop…!”

“Because we can.”

“We always can!”

“Not like this.”

“Like what?” You were shifted and moaned wanton as he hit you in just the right way.

He was quiet.

Too quiet, in a way that said he was pushing your pleasure to distract you.

You dug your nails into the back of his head, above the scar there so he’d feel it.

He groaned and moved to switch pace, but you bucked your hips sharply, sending him into your recesses.

His eyes rolled and you yanked him down.

“Say it.”

He flicked his eyes away with shame.

“Say it, Don.” You squeezed your legs as hard as you could to prevent further movement.

He could easily break out, but he acted put off instead.

“Donatello.”

“Not married…”

You kissed him in reward.

“Time to make up for. Newly entwined.”

“Marriage sex isn’t different.” You chuckled and took the lead.

He focused only on keeping you afloat and melted into the water at your movements.

“I’ve been pushing you too, though. This one’s all me. I know you were tired.”

“Don’t change. Don’t stop.” He lifted you only a little higher than you were hiking yourself up.

“Want me?”

“Always.”

“Even when I’m old and gray?”

“Always.” He doubled down and pulled you harder.

You hooked his plastron to keep your mind right. “Even when I can’t do this?”

“This.” He was the one to pull you down and force you still. “Is a bonus. Always has been. Unnecessary to our bond. Enhances it, yes, but never has been a requirement. Exists outside my love for you.”

You wilted into him and tucked your forehead into his cheek. “Donnie…”

He pet your back.

He didn’t need to press its honesty.

You both knew.

You loved him.

You loved him so much.

His words stirred you like his wedding vows and there was something apropos about that.

You gave him a single look and he knew to continue.

This time slower, you moved together where your foreheads were cemented. The closeness meant you heard every little twitch and breath despite the water. The water sloshed in time and the whirlpool was the all consuming nature of your love. It swirled on, bigger than the sea and when high tide rolled in, it took with it your tandem cries.

You continued to linger, too close and making each other blurry images, as you twitched with the fill. To the brim as always and right where it needed to be, you hugged Donnie. He held you close in the water and you drifted as he stilled. A gentle to-and-fro with your proximity to the beach, prolonged soak in the salt soon stung your overtaxed sex. Sensitive, Donnie pulled out when necessary and it was with loose limbs that you crawled back to shore just as light streaked the sky.

It brought with it a sense of urgency and you decided to only wrap yourself in your shawl. With the rest of your clothes in hand, you teased him with a wink before running up the beach. He gave chase with his clothes waded up and both of you snuck your way through the hotel to not be spotted and berated for your nude states. It was an exhilarating additional high and he scolded you with kisses once you safely locked your bedroom door. It led to a quick boiling shower where you were both too fatigued to do much else and promptly passed out, still wet, in bed.

When you awoke it was late afternoon and you kicked away from dampness. Your husband was so exhausted, he dozed straight through your jostling and you spied something white sticking out near the door. You didn’t remember seeing anything on your way in, but there were a hundreds reasons why you might not have. Padding over to it, you found it to be on hotel stationary and could only think you were caught. Opening it and looking over, your worries evaporated as it was an invitation to go to town with the other patrons to explore local shops. “Donnie!”

He grunted in bed.

“Get up! We have like an hour!” You hopped over to him and bounced him on the bed.

He groaned loudly and only stopped when he noticed the paper in his face. “Hrm?”

“I’m gonna get ready!” You jumped off and headed toward the bathroom. “We need housekeeping to switch the sheets anyway!”

“The sheets-?!” He made a loud noise of disgust as he felt the latent moisture and was soon behind you brushing his teeth.

You pecked his grouchy form to raise his spirits and he surfaced with little excitement. The night out had been more than enough interaction for him and you offered for him to hang behind for some quiet. He resisted on the case of your honeymoon, but the moment you opened your mouth to say you’d stay too, he staunchly decided it was all he’d do.

You sighed, giving up against his stubbornness and vowed to have a casual day. Digging through your suitcase for something breezy to a city exploration, you frowned as you couldn’t find a particular pair of bottoms that you thought would be perfect. “Hey, Don, where are those… linen pants I had? I thought I packed them.”

“My case. I put them in the mesh bag since the fabric can be delicate.”

“Ah.” You moved to his suitcase and rummaged through a few items until you found it. “Thanks!”

He murmured an affirmation from the bathroom and, as you were putting the mesh bag back, you spied something.

“Don…!”

He stepped out in time and raised a drawn brow.

You held up an apparatus that clinked against itself.

“Ah.” He leaned in the door frame with a cocky smile. “Did I not mention I finished this?”

“You didn’t tell me you started! We talked about this like a year ago!”

“That long?” He churred as he approached. “Time flies.”

“Planning a wedding, so fun.” You gave him a sarcastic stare.

“My wedding?” He knelt down on one knee to kiss the side of your head. “To you? Quite.”

You bumped him and one of his arms came down to keep his half propped form stable. “When were you going to pull this out?”

“If the moment arose.” 

“What kind of moment?” You laughed at his casualness.

“You know…” He hooked a finger into a loop. “One where I need to accentuate my possession. That is why it was created.”

“This not enough?” You maneuvered your left hand to his so your rings would click.

The action did nothing as the spell was now active, but still, its movement held meaning.

The highest being it made Donnie melt into a large green puddle every time it occurred.

He churred so loud into you, it stung your ears.

“I have… an idea…” You murmured against his shoulder.

He couldn’t break the rumbling and instead shifted its pitch to ask you what.

“I know you said you would never subject me to it again, but….”

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The bus ride over to town was a rambling affair. Loud and boisterous as people tried to one up another on things they’d done so far on their various vacations, you leaned into Donnie. He tucked against you and was trying his best to zone out from the noise. You held his hand to help and he cradled your fingers in a way that said it did. Behind you, there was a fearful presence of the man who proclaimed his love for you. You’d glanced at him when boarding and the way he shrank away said he had his comeuppance. 

He wouldn’t be a problem and he didn’t appear to register on Donnie’s radar at all so you rested on the ride. Eventually arriving at a different locale to the one you went to yesterday, you were filed out and lazily given instructions on when to return. People immediately left, thinking staff was on their time and it was sad to know that was partially true. You hoped the employees would be mean to those who lagged and you moved to pull Donnie along a thoroughfare. He recovered with the air and sun as it hung lazy in the sky. Joined fingers held you together as you looked and eventually came upon a market. There was chatter and hundreds of colored objects had you checking in with your overstimulated mate. 

He passed you a fatigued smile and made mention of the open air. While there was noise both visually and aurally, the crowd was thinned out by the abundant space. It meant he was okay, but his eyes roved. You knew he cared little for the goods and you had a sense that the similarities to your last vacation were weighing on him. Change would help recontextualize these moments, so it was here that you excused him. He pecked your cheek and gave you a heated gaze that had promise of his protective gaze from afar before he walked away. You watched after his form with affection and then continued to shop. Buying some souvenir coral jewelry for Coral and a few trinkets for your family, you walked with your bags along the streets. You came out to a view of the ocean and lingered there for a long while.

It was beautiful, but the sun beat down mercilessly until it hummed in your ears. Taking it as a sign, you turned your back to the view and looked down the quiet street you’d come down. Its shade had a blue hue to it so when you entered it, it had a similar reprieve as dipping into the sea. You waded through stone paths, submerged, and headed towards the piazza. That thrum echoed and when you stepped out it was dead silent.

All the people from the resort and town were gone. If this were a movie, you imagined a wind would kick up a leaf just to accentuate the desolation. Instead, blocks of shadows from the late afternoon light begged to take the square. As the only occupants, they carved sharp figures of darkness out of the white shining stone ground. A severe contrast, it was only broken up by the trickle of water from a fountain. Donnie had taught you that these were installed in many stone cities to cool the air. 

Walking towards it as a focal point, you looked from stall to stall. The shops sat empty with their wares lined up, waiting for both customers and salesmen alike. With no one around, there was no fear that anything would be stolen so you walked along and did a warped version of your earlier shopping.

You neared the end of one side of the square and out of the corner of your eye you saw something fly by. Turning fully to study the space, it was similarly empty, but you approximated the figure had dropped from a sloped roof on the south end of the piazza and had stowed themselves away down a thin strip between buildings.

In a quick jog, you took a wide curve around the fountain to look into the mouth of the alley from afar.

You had a straight view down the space and there was nothing there.

Humming loudly to dismiss the incident as no bother, you tucked your hands behind your back to stroll.

Out of the piazza and down another shade cooled walkway, you came upon a road that was darkened by tire treads. Motorbikes and the like took this path and you looked up and down to hear nary an engine.

The town was deserted.

You joked aloud about missing the bus.

You painted teasing woes about missing dinner.

In a skipping turn, you mooned over your husband and your interrupted honeymoon.

The city did not respond.

You made a sudden leap at the next alley, but it was equally empty.

Frowning, you turned to lean against a building just outside the mouth.

From the clue you had gotten, this seemed like the most likely direction.

The alley was also the only one you’d seen on the street, but Donnie wasn’t here.

Pursing your lips to one corner of your mouth, you wondered if you’d missed another signal.

You were both on similar yet different hunts.

This had been your proposal and what you agreed upon.

The chase that was on both your terms.

You gave Donnie time to prepare.

Donnie would toy with you while also dropping hints of his direction.

You’d both follow him and he’d have his game of cat and mouse.

Your bond was more than strong enough.

You were curious how he’d achieved the hypnosis this time.

You were pretty sure Hypno’s streetlights had been the cause before, but it was far too bright for such things.

Pondering how to get your leg back up in the chase, said sun glinted off metal in your periphery.

“Ha!” You spun towards it and saw nothing. “Now, wait! I just looked there! You weren’t there so why are you leading me back!?”

Grabbing the wall you looked into the alley which was just as empty as it had been before.

Narrowing your gaze, you studied the space.

You reached out and waved a hand in case there was camouflage.

Finding nothing, you wondered if it had been a trick.

Donnie could have thrown a coin which meant he was in the opposite direction.

No, you would have heard it land.

What else reflected light?

You did a quick cycling of your mental databases and came up with heliographs. 

They used sunlight and mirrors which meant to shine one in your direction, he’d have to be on the roofs across the street.

Turning to study them, you walked out of the alley and tried to guess the angle.

You were squinting at the corner of one particular building when you felt something slither around your ankle.

Your body shuddered at the cold steely texture.

The shiver allowed the metal guise to wind and snake up under your pant leg.

“You jerk. I did find you…!”

Donnie churred and it echoed in the alley behind you.

“How’d you hide?” You wondered and felt another of his mechanical claws lick your other heel.

You didn’t need to turn because in a quick python’s coil, your legs were wrapped and you were brought to the mechanic’s master. “I wonder…”

Donnie stood in the mouth of the alley with his battle shell latched tightly to his back. The stabilizing piece around his waist now appeared more intricate and matched what was above it. Visible because he’d unbutton his baggy vacation top, straps of black leather belted his upper body. Disappearing over his shoulders, what crossed his chest was laid so that it perfectly fit around his pectoral scutes. The harness gave his chest a particular perky illusion and smaller neon purple o-rings connected the network to a large one riveted in his center.

It was the item you found in his suitcase. 

It was the cinching piece that had him considering another chase. 

It was a physical and weighty reminder of how he deferred to you. 

With him wearing it, you both knew that he would keep a level head. 

You also had your own role to play in the reassuring pantomime and it was why he’d left your arms free.

Reaching down, you set your purchases on the sidewalk and went for your little bag. It had a lengthy strap which was bolt snapped on either side in purple that not so coincidentally matched Donnie’s harness. “You letting me win?”

“Never.” He spoke in his own voice.

You smiled as you leaned forward.

The mechanical arms brought you in close.

He puffed out his chest with pride.

Pulling back the pin, you hooked the snap bolt into his center loop.

You let the bolt close and then wound the length of leather around your hand before yanking the leash hard.

He came forward with an all too eager jolt.

You pulled so he was positioned below you and you felt the mechanical arms raise you in reverence. “Admit I won then.”

“You won. You’ve always won.”

You smiled and pulled harder to kiss him.

“My heart.” He spoke right before your lips met.

💜THE END💜

For a final time in this fanfic, allow me to thank @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83 for all that they've done.

Thank you all again for reading and I hope you look forward to the sequel, Soft Spot, that will be premiering in a few weeks.

[citruswriter]

TMNT Masterlist

Btw I write exclusively for the Bayverse & ROTTMNT turts. And a reminder that I use the citrus scale. Be sure to check my bio if you don't know what that is!

Characters I Write For

Master Splinter 🧡

Leonardo 💛/🩷

Raphael 💛/🩷

Donatello 💛/🩷

Mikey 💛/🩷

TMNT Boyfriend Scenarios

Animalistic Reader 🧡/💚if you squint

Second Meeting/Becoming Close 🧡

Realizing They're In Love 🧡/💚if you squint

Then Finding Out You Have A Partner 🧡

Breaking Up With Your Partner 🧡

Tender Moments/Realizing You're In Love 🧡

Being Rescued From Danger 🧡

Confessing 🧡

Animal Love 🧡

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All Turtles/No Specific Pairing

Say It Again 🧡

Bayverse Turtles x Younger Sibling Reader 🧡

Yandere Bayverse Turtles x Receptive Darling 💛/🩷

Bayverse Turtles x Adopted Younger Sibling Reader 🧡

Bayverse Turtles x Eepy Reader 🧡

Bayverse Turtles Reacting to Shredder Having a Mutant Turtle as a Pet 🧡

Making Headcanons about the Rise Turtles as Somebody Who's Never Seen The Show 💛

Whatever This Is 🧡

ROTTMNT Boys x ND Reader during 4th of July 🧡

Bayverse Turtles x Kitsune Little Sister 🧡

Bayverse Turtles x Fainting Disorder Reader 🧡

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Leonardo

High Standards 🧡

ROTTEN Leo x Southern Reader Blurb 💚

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Donatello

Imagine Blurb 💛

Relinquish 🧡/🩷

Glasses 🧡

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Raphael

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Michaelangelo

ROTTMNT Mikey x Reader Imagine 💛

ROTTMNT Yandere Mikey x Reader Blurb 💛/🩷

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Polyamorus Writings

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Tcest Masterlist Here!

^ Tcest has its own masterlist for the comfortability of those who do not wish to see that kind of stuff. I don't want you guys to go reading a fic of mine just to find it has tcest so I made it easy and made a whole other masterlist for it.

[mindless-existence1]

Kinktober Day 2

Kinktober Day 2-Sex Pollen

Rise!Donnie x reader

Authors note: Donnie and reader are around 20 in this and dating. They haven't had sex tho and reader is gn. Enjoy!

Requests open for fluff and kinktober along with regular fics!

"Y/n! Y/n! Donnie needs you!" Sheldon's voice echos through out the lair as he speeds around the large room. You were sitting with Raph in the "living room" of the lair working out. He was bench pressing while you did legs.

Raph looked up from where he was laying down but turned away when he realized he wasn't the one needed. You set down your weights and get up from your sitting position. "See you later, good luck!" Raph calls out to you with a chuckle.

Sheldon flys by you making small talk with you as you walk to Donnie's lab. "Did he say what he needed?" You ask the robot. He shakes his mechanical head, "Nop just that I had to go get you, bring you to the lab, and then go find something to do for a few hours."

You nod your head in understanding untill the last instruction is said. "What?33 Why would he not want you in the lab?" Sheldon shrugs his shoulders as much as he can, whooshing past you with a wave goodbye.

After a moment of thought you knock on the lab door, after one hit to the door it opens quickly. You gasp in suprise at the quick movement, once you come back to yourself you walk through the doors. Looking around the room to find Donnie you wall through the lab.

Behind you the doors shut quickly with a quiet slam. "Don? Where you at man?" Your voice slightly echos through the large room. You hear a muffled call from across the room, you make your way over from where you hear the sound.

When you see your boyfriend he is pacing back and forth with a rope in his hand. When he sees you his eyes immediately drop, refusing to look directly at you. He speeds towards you, you notice how his hands twitch towards you but stay at his sides.

"Y/n I need to ask you to do something that might seem...strange." Donnies voice wavers in embarrassment. "I mean everything about our lives is strange so ask away."  It's now that you realize Donnie is breathing heavily, he clears his throat a couple times.

"You ok?" You ask softly, your voice hesitant. Donnie nods his head quickly. He shoves the rope into your hands with a blushing face. "I need you to tie me up." Your face contorts to a shocked expression while Donnie looks away, his face getting more flushed by the second.

You try to stutter out a an answer but can't find the words. "Tie you up? Why?" Donnie just shakes his head, "You don't need to know, please just do it." Donnie seems to think for a moment before speaking. "You know that weird thing we found in the hidden city? Yeah well it hit me with this powder and now I feel...weird."

In confusion you touch his shoulder to help his shaking. He let's out a shaky breath and leans into your hand. "Donnie I'm worried what's wrong?"

"Just tie me up frist please and then I'll tell you. Promise."

After a few minutes of fumbling around in awkward silence you find a desk leg to tie him to. "You sure about this?" Donnie just quickly shakes his head, sitting down on the floor and putting his hands behind the chair leg.

It takes you a minute to tie his hands tightly together but when you do you get up and look down at the flushed terrapin. "Ok so what is happening?" He stays silent for a while.

"I think the thing we found had aphrodisiac in it. Or in simple terms....sex pollen." Donnie clears his throat, looking up at you for the first time you came into the lab. His eyes seem to be on fire The way they are trained on you.

"Sex pollen?" You ask. Donnie comforms with a nod and slight squirm of his hips. "And you want to be tied up why?" Your question seems to suprise the terrapin. "Because i don't want to go on a sex marathon with the first thing I see?" Donnie seems to regret his choice of words so you keep your teasing to yourself.

The two of you had been dating for around 7 months but haven't done anything yet. Donnie was a virgin, you had minimum experience, and it just didn't seem like something that needed to happen. Now that didn't mean you didn't think about it. Your boyfriend is sexy and you definitely know it.

One of your hands come up to rub his plastron you lean into his ear, "I could help?" Your words shock Donnie, making him flush. "You don't need to do that." Donnies voice is hesitant, like he knows what he's saying is going against what he wants.

"And if I want to?" Your voice is sweet like honey that Donnie can't resist. "Y/n" Donnies voice is shaky. "Please help me." He slightly thrusts his hips into the ground at the feeling of your hand scratch down his plastron.

Your other hand goes down towards his tail, you don't know much about mutant turtle anatomy but you can remember a bit about the class Donnie gave you. "Wait y/n!" You stop your movements, looking up at him. "I don't want our first time to be when I'm drugged up on an aphrodisiac."

He seems embarrassed by the words like they are a forbidden request. "That's ok baby, we can just do hand stuff." Donnie thinks for a moment and nods his head. You begin your movemt back down towards his tail. You look between his spread legs and see a small slit on his tail.

"What's that?" Donnie chokes on a moan bubbling up in his throat at the feel of your fingers lightly playing with his tail. "Cloaca." He whines the words, just barley able to get them out from his heavy breathing.

You use your thumb to lightly rub the tip of the soft tail. "Can I touch it?" The words seem to wound him the way he moans. He quickly nods his head with a whine.

You smile, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Common Don, use your words." The whimper that falls from his lips is sweet to your ears. "Yes please, God y/n just-" He cuts himself of his a moan torn from his throat when you slowly start to rub your fingers on the small slit.

You take your time massaging it, after a minute you push your fingers into the slit. Donnie can hear how pathetic he sounds but can't stop the whine forming. Your fingers go in fully, you stay still for a second before beginning to thrust them in and out.

Every whimper that fall from Donnine lips is desperate and airy. You start to feel your fingers brush against something in his hole. "Fuck y/n I'm going to drop, fucking please." At this point he doesn't know exactly what he's begging for but can't stop himself from doing it.

Confusion contorts your features and Donnie must realize since he starts to explain. "My penis comes- fucking hell-through my cloaca and- holy shit please slow down." Donnie moans and stutters through every word.

To give him a break your fingers slow down to more lazy thrusts till they are mostly just massaging the inside of Donnies hole. Donnie tries leveling his breathing but can't with the way you tease him whenever he seems to calm down.

With a smirk you lean into the crook of his neck and whisper, "You were saying handsome?" With a light nibble on his neck. Donnies face flushes from the feeling of your feather light kisses to his neck. "My dick comes out through my cloaca."

Donnie rushes out the words as quickly as he can. When he's done speaking you begin thrusting your fingers back into him. What you now assume is his dick starts to prodd at you fingers. Everytime you touch it Donnie let's out a choked off moan.

"Y/n st-op." Donnies words suprise you, causing your fingers to immediately stop and pull out of him. He whimpers at the loss. "I'm sorry what-" you get cut off by the wet sound of Donnie 'dropping' and the moan that follows.

"Holy shit Don." Is all you can say under your breath. Donnie slightly squirms his hips after you don't do anything for a minute. "Needed you to pull out your fingers so I could drop. I cant..come without droping." Donnie grumbles.

"You ever try?" The words suprise both you and Donnie he flushes and shakes his head. "Guess we'll just have to try that out another time." Before Donnie can attempt to respond you move your hands to pump his length.

He whines and throws his head back into thr desk it only takes a few pumps of your hand for Donnie to start trying to fold in on himself. "Going to come holy shit." Your hand move faster on him. He comes on his lower plastron with a moan that makes you glad his lab is securely sound proof.

Every breath Donnie takes shaky comes in sharp pants. Everything hurts, his cock hurts from somehow being both over and under stimulated, his skin feels warm and too tight. But he wants, he needs more.

Donnie continues to buck his hips into your hand despite the tears forming in his eyes he whines. "Don't stop please." Donnie starts to beg, he can't help but love the way your hand pumps him. The pollen doesn't seem to be wearing off but the only thing Donnie can pay attention to at the moment is you.

[mehitsjust3lla]

Are we cheating on donnie or is this a poly situation?

-Am confused but 10/10 leo and soft things yes!

blurple villain au masterpost

inspiration post || haha what if post || summary of au my blurple villain tag || gbao3's blurple villain tag

important lore posts

leo's apartment, and donnie in the lair

discussing scars

leo giving you his collar

leo is smart, and kissing donnie's scar

leo likes the two-word thing better than fucking

what does villain leo do?

history with donnie? how do you meet leo?

moments with donnie

leo is good with his hands

how does the poly relationship work?

fighting with donnie and making him and leo have to cooperate

they try to use you in a fight. you shut that shit down.

fanfic/drabbles

leo licking your hand (also has art!)

donnie wants your attention

leashing leo

leo wants you. you want him to heal his stitches. he wins.

kissing donnie's scar

leo wants something soft

formal party shenanigans

pegging leo

taking off the collar for a moment

seeing a side of you donnie hadn't seen before

fanart

exploring leo's scar

how wolfy to make leo (sam says Yes)

donnie and leo forced to sit at a table together

villain leo the dress up doll (also good ref we can be normal about)

kissing donnie's shell scar

donnie's hand holding yours (including blurb!)

leo licking your hand (also has fic!)

[truffle-draws-turtles]

"Do not cling to hope, for within its fragile refuge, the darkness lies in wait, ready to drag you down into the abyss."

Future Donnie - fanfiction - an exception

Find the first part on Wattpad and AO3

Smut as fuck, no beta, obsessively written within 8 weeks, insanity and grammar. You know what you're getting yourself into.

My fic blog is @trufflemacandcheese

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Attention please ‼️

The turtles you find on my site are all aged up, unless they are turtle tots (obviously)

This picture is an exception. Why and how I turned it into a cover ⬇️

A few days ago, I was talking to a friend who is a designer and an incredibly theoretical, forward-thinking person. He had told me about his studies, about image composition, which images were discussed in the lectures etc etc.

It was very interesting because I draw completely intuitively myself. I don't think and mostly don't have a "background story" in my head - I'm very happy to leave the interpretations to the viewer.

Exception example: when I draw scenes from my fanfiction(s). Then, of course, EVERYTHING in my mind is full of the story and I have deviating difficulties expressing it visually, would prefer to draw the story as a comic and so on.

Until today I came up with the idea (very spontaneously) of including "narrative details". Of course I had already done this subconsciously in my art works before, but today I had this relationship of two beings in mind who only want the best and yet are (apparently?) doomed to fail.

And I am somehow very pleased with the outcome. So I made it the cover of the third (and final part) of my series.

So... yeah... Thanks for reading this far, I guess? ;D

[pandulce135]

Manmade Machine (Donatello x Reader Smut)

Note: I had the thought "Hah, what if Donnie watched the reader get fucked with his own fuck machine?" and so i wrote it. This is the first smut I've ever written, and I really haven't been able to write anything creatively for the past few months. Please go easy on me and enjoy!

Warnings: Smut (18+ only please!), aged up characters, blindfold, restraint, fuck machine, hardly proofread

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Your moans filled the space as the silicone slid in and out of you with wet slaps. On all fours, your ass was in the air and jiggling with each thrust of the machine. Beneath your sweating skin was a cool metal that your chest laid flat against. You moved to release the weight on your chest only for your wrists to tug on the restraints that held your hands in place. 

Another moan escaped just as you accepted your fate of being fucked relentlessly by the machine behind you, the dildo hitting just right. 

You didn’t anticipate for this to happen, but when Donnie had sent a text where he expressed his excitement over finishing his big project, you had to go see it. You didn’t know that this machine was that big project. So when you walked into a near empty lair, you made your way to Donnie’s lab only to get a quick peek at the machine before a blindfold took over your vision. 

“Right on time,” his words tickled your neck with a husky whisper as he tightened the blindfold on your head. His lips found their place on your neck, latching onto it. His three fingered hands holding your waist, traveling down to your hips then traveling back up to your front to fondle your breasts. 

You let out a gasp. “Donnie!” It was breathy, and only stirred him on, especially when your hands reached up to rake your fingernails against his cool scaly skin. You continued to feel his hands through your clothing, touching you, holding you as if you were a precious doll. His hands still moved eagerly to feel you though, sliding up and down from your breasts to your ass as his lips continued to make themselves at home on your neck. 

You were going to have hickeys there, you both knew it. 

His hands finally began to lift the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head to expose your bra. Warm lips reattached themselves to your skin as you felt his cold hands undo the clasps with expert fingers. It slid down your arms and to the floor. The cold air made you gasp and you felt your nipples harden, sensitive to the cold. The tingle that came from your nipples mirrored the same sensation you felt between your legs. Your panties were soaked and your cunt was looking for anything that can provide release. You pressed your thighs together. 

Donnie let out a chuckle at your movements, still tickling your ear with a breath of warm air. A shiver ran down your spine as one of his three finger hands found the small of your back, guiding you forward with a gentle push. He was guiding you to the machine and you felt your cunt throb, aching for something to satisfy its intense need. 

He led you to the table the machine sat on, your ass leaning against the cool metal as his lips latched themselves to your hardened nipples. You let out a moan and your hands moved to hold his head to your chest. As soon as you moved, his hands caught your wrists and held them as he continued to suck and nip at the cold and sensitive flesh. 

“You’re so good, but don’t touch, just accept,” he said, his voice just as low as before.

You nodded, a quiet “okay” escaping your lips.

If you weren’t soaked through before, you definitely were now. As his tongue and teeth continued to play with your nipples, he moved your hands to hold on to your wrists with only one of his. When his other hand returned, you felt a fabric beginning to make its way around your wrists. You let out a breathy moan. He knew exactly what to do for you. 

With his hands now free, he began to caress your body again, running them up your sides, cupping your chest, squeezing your breasts before lowering them to your thighs, squeezing them. Another soft moan left your lips as his hands dragged dangerously close to your core, only to move away again. This time, they landed on your hips, guiding you to stand up again. You felt his hands on your stomach before they lowered to the button of your jeans. He lowered them slowly, eyeing the dark spot on your panties as he helped you out of them. 

“Someone’s excited,” he chuckled. He took the opportunity to grab your ass and play with it in his hands. 

“Please, Donnie,” you whimpered out, his hands still teasing you. He wasn’t touching you where you needed him just yet. 

“What?” You could hear the smug smirk in his voice. “I couldn’t hear you.” His hands traveled close to the wet spot and you held your breath in anticipation to be pleased, only for them to move back to your ass. 

“Touch me, Donnie,” you whined. You couldn’t hold yourself back as your hips thrusted forward, hoping to reach something to grind against, but you were met with cold air. 

Donnie chuckled, the hot air of his breath blowing against your stomach. “Oh, but I am touching you, dearest.” He pinched one of your legs, making you let out another whine. 

“You know what I mean!” You tried to rub your thighs together again, only to have them pulled apart by his strong hands. 

“You’re going to have to be more specific.” You felt his hot breath on your left thigh, right at the waistband of your panties. You whined again. 

“Touch my clit! Fuck me! Do whatever, just please don’t torture me like this anymore!” You pleaded, throwing your head back. 

Donatello found this amusing and oh-so beautiful. Watching as you squirmed under his teasing touches and as your skin glistened with sweat. Your panties were nearly soaked through, it was almost admirable. He looked up at you from his crouched position in front of you. You were stunning. 

You felt his fingers loop around the waistband on your panties. “As you wish,” he whispered onto your cunt. The sudden air made you groan just as he pulled down your panties. The wet spot stuck to your clit for just a second longer than the rest. Donatello was mesmerized as he lowered the panties slowly enough for there to be a string of your arousal connecting you to your clothing. 

It only took a few seconds for him to refocus on the task at hand and drag his finger through your juices. You let out a loud moan at the sudden contact and felt your knees begin to wobble as he flicked your clit. He leaned you back onto the table and wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep them spread apart as he tongue dove into you. Your breaths began to come out ragged as you felt his tongue swipe at your clit. 

“Yes, yes- Donnie,” you moaned as he consumed you. He licked up your juices eagerly, like your cunt was the last source of water on the planet. Like this was the way to divinity, and you were the goddess. He loved how you tasted- so sweet, so delicious. 

Donnie pulled away and you nearly cried at the lack of his warmth from your clit. Only a few seconds later and a large finger plunged into you, making you throw your head back as you let out a long moan. He stood up, pumping his finger in and out of you as he grabbed your chin to force you to face him. You felt his lips crash into yours in a sloppy, wet kiss. You tasted yourself on his lips and tongue and you couldn’t stop another moan from getting tangled into the kiss. 

That’s when he began to lean you back onto the table. His finger still fucking you and his lips still attached to yours. The cool metal made you flinch and lean forward into Donnie’s plastron. He let out a chuckle before pushing you down so your back was against the table. Then he pulled out again, his finger loitering at your entrance to feel your muscles clenching around nothing. He watched your chest rise and fall with each heavy breath you took. He eyed your lips, where drool was escaping, from the heated kiss as well as being stimulated so pleasantly. Your skin was drenched in sweat and when he looked lower, found you dripping between your thighs. He wanted to take you then and there, but he had other plans. 

He cleaned off his finger by licking your juices off of it before picking you up and placing you on the table on your hands and knees. You let out a yelp at the sudden movement. 

“Donnie? What are you doing?” You asked, as you still had the blindfold on with your wrists restrained. 

“Trust me, please.”

You nodded. 

You felt his hand on your upper back, softly pushing you down so your chest was flat against the table. Your arms were guided to lay out on the table and you realized he tied the fabric to something else. You wouldn’t be able to move your hands. You felt something cold line up with your entrance. 

“You remember the safe word, correct?” Donatello stopped once everything was lined up. He placed a hand softly on your cheek and you leaned your head into it. 

“Yes.” You tried to nod but found yourself struggling to move your head properly.

“Let me hear you say it.” How sweet he could be in times like these. He really did love you and you, him.

“Engineer.” 

“And taps?” He was always thorough, just in case one or the other crossed a line. You knocked on the table rhythmically, it gave a tinny sound in response. Knock, knock-knock, knock, knock. 

Donnie dragged his hand to grab your chin between your chin and finger. “Good girl.”

That’s when you felt the tip of what was lined up at your entrance begin to enter you. He had built a whole machine to fuck you while he watched. You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a long moan as the machine rammed its silicone dick inside of your dripping pussy. 

To the side you heard a squeak of a chair and a hefty loud groan. He probably dropped himself. He probably did all this to have a front row seat to jack off. You felt yourself dripping between your thighs and onto the table. Each thrust of the machine sent another wave of pleasure straight through to your core. Hearing Donnie’s soft grunts to the side as he stroked himself was only adding fuel to your burning core. 

You heard the chair creak again. 

“You’re taking it so well, darling-” He cut himself off with a deep breath. “I’m going to take your blindfold off.” 

You expected the need to squint after being released from the darkness of the blindfold, but the lights were dim enough that it was an easy enough adjustment for your eyes. Ever the mood setter, Donnie was.

You looked at him over your arm as he sat down again, pumping himself as you watched. 

You were watching him jerk off as he watched you getting fucked with his own creation. That turned Donnie on, so much so that the mere thought of it made his cock throb with need. He began to fist himself faster. All the while, you watched, struggling to hold back moans. The familiar warm sensation gathered at your lower belly, telling you your end was near. 

“Oh, God, Donnie,” you gasped out. You watched as his eyes snapped to yours from where they were staring at your bouncing ass. “I’m- I’m gonna cum.” You felt the machine speed up and let out a moan as you threw your head onto your arm. In his hand, Donnie held a remote, obviously meant to control the machine. “Yes! Faster! More!” 

“As,” Donnie grunted, “you wish.” The machine was moving faster, your ass bouncing with every thrust. The warmth was beginning to grow unbearable. 

You saw as Donnie’s leg began to twitch, he was close too. It only took a few more thrusts before you came on the dildo like a wave crashing down. You were dripping all over the table as the dildo came to a stop inside of you. With heavy breaths you watched as white strings of cum began to shoot out of Donnie’s cock, landing on his heaving plastron. You clenched the dildo at the sight and hissed at the overstimulation. 

“Are you okay?” He heard you and rushed to get up, undoing your restraints and helping you off of the machine. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Spent, but fine.” You signed as you leaned on his plastron before pulling away after sighting the spilled cum next to you. “Oh, ew, Don.” With a tired gesture, you pointed at the cum that was right next to you. 

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t think to clean myself up when I heard you hiss in pain,” Donnie shot back, just as tired before pointing to the mess on the table. “You’re one to talk.”

“But this was all your idea,” you whined as you laid back down on the table, the cool metal relieving the heat that was all over your sweaty body. 

“You’re not sleeping there.” Donnie turned around to grab a towel to wipe off his plastron before turning back and picking you up off the table, earning a groan. He chuckled. “Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You looked up at him, your head leaning against his chest, before leaning up and planting a kiss on his cheek. “I love you, Donnie.” 

You didn’t miss the small smile that grew across his lips. “I love you, too, darling.”

[cherryo]

Nsfw alphabet headcanons about the rise brothers would be great!

HIIIII!!!! okay so i decided to pick out three for each brother cause if i did all 26 questions for each brother it would be a little much for me right now! i may revisit a whole one for each brothers :3

Pairing: Rise! Brothers x reader (separately) genre: smut Pronouns: no actual pronouns but fem genitalia Word count:didnt count warnings: cussin' and sex lol did not proofread

LEO

A- Aftercare (what theyre like afterwards)

2nd best out of the brothers (Raph is the best) Runs you a bath before you even ask, he has snacks, towels, water and everything you could want in his room already!

I- Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect of it)

Super super romantic, literally no jokes whatsoever. As he ages he eases up but as of right now hes very intimate and romantic! He thinks sex and sexual intimacy is sacred and needs to be serious !

W-Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He only likes to be a power bottom! He feels he has wayyyyyyy more control from the bottom than on top! He also thinks you being on top is super fucking hot

RAPH:

B- Body (what their favorite body part is of themselves and their partner)

His arms!!! Fucking thick as a log, hes very proud how much he can manhandle you with his arms and how he can hold you down or in any position with one arm!

Your thighs, he loves how they look when you sit down, have a tight skirt on, how his dick feels being slide between them, how fucking soft they are!

N-No (something they wouldnt do)

Public sex or bathroom public sex. He thinks its hot but he cant handle his noises or his size in public, it would be too obvious too quick and hes too nervous to be caught!

X-X-ray (lets see whats going on under those clothes)

HOLY SHIT FUXKING BIG AS FUCK!!!!!! Literally thickness of a coke can and the length of a normal human forearm!!!!!!!! No but fr the girth is what gets you hurtin’. You two have to prep your pussy for hourrrrssss before even attempting to slide his dick in

DONNIE

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

He cums so much and it’s so thick and goopy and hot and-

He loves cumming in you and on you, depending on horny and situation level. If yall are in public he’s cumming in you so it drips out of you and he also does it commonly in the bedroom.

He cums on you primarily if its a quickie so he can just wipe it up and you wont have to worry bout your panties being soaked! How sweet of him <3

F- Favorite position

Mating press and doggy and i will not be expanding on this it just feels right!!!!

K-Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Literally breeding, body worship, overstim, panty sniffing, choking, collars & leashes, and -

He has so many, i believe hes the most adventurous in the bedroom! Mikey being second, raph and then leo <3

MIKEY

D- Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Is a panty stealer, literally sneaks dirty and clean underwear. He loves it, he primarily jerks off with them on his dick but will sometimes sniff it or stuff it in his mouth while jerkin it

L-Location (their favorite place to do it)

The bathroom!!!! Loves the counters and how creative you have to be while fucking in the bathroom. Also loves tub and shower sex! Mans is a freak fr but he just loves making the bathroom humid from stuff other than hot water ;)

Z-ZZZ (how fast do they fall asleep after?) 

Hes out, the second yall are done hes out. Hes so bad at aftercare and i know he has that whole alter ego but it just feels right!!!!!! Hes a sleepy guy :’)

[fishsticksloser]

Can I request a Future Rise Donnie x Fem Reader where reader will just be chilling with him but then randomly decide to CRONCH

Like they could just be sitting in the same place then reader just randomly chooses Violence™

Teeth

F!Donnie x fem!reader

Warnings: biting so much..., fluff, Donnie is a menace, smut, p in v, marking?, dom!f!Donnie, small oral segment (fem receiving), tiny bit of fingering, praise, swearing, creampie x2

A/N: Yes... Yes... Violence. :) I... Got carried away I think... There was supposed to be a tiny plot, but... Obviously that didn't happen. Let me know if I missed anything From now on! Please send any nsfw/smut/suggestive requests to @fishstixloser!

You lay against Donnie, between his legs with your back against his plastron. Donnie was reading while you played with his fingers, he never minded, actually he liked that you touched him so much. You pull his hand up to your lips, gently kissing his palm. Donnie felt his heart swell, smiling softly at the feeling of your lips on his skin. You kissed all three of his fingers which only made his heart leap into his throat. You bite the heel of his hand gently, pressing a small kiss to the bitten area. Donnie sets his book aside and pins you to the bed, you squeal slightly in surprise, he moves really quick.

"I must admit... I do enjoy giving you the occasional nibble. It's become our special little quirk, hasn't it?" He leans down closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. "But I must warn you, my love, biting can be quite addictive, and I can never resist the temptation to reciprocate. So, are you prepared to face the consequences of your actions?"

You smile up at him, enjoying the playful yet hungry atmosphere you both created. "Oh yeah? What're you gonna do to me?" You taunt. Donnie's eyes gleam with mischief as he leans in closer, his lips inches from yours. He hovers over you, his hands gently holding your wrists above your head.

"Oh, my dear, you have no idea what you've just unleashed. Since you enjoy provoking me, I think it's only fair to give you a taste of your own medicine." Donnie whispers, his voice low and seductive. "I'm going to show you just how much I enjoy sinking my teeth into you, leaving marks of my desire all over your body." With a surge of passion, Donnie captures your lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. His teeth nipping at your lower lip before he soothes it with a gentle lick. He lets go of your wrists, his hands starting to roam your body as he explores your mouth.

You can't help but moan into his mouth, your eyes closing as you give in completely to both of your desires. You kiss him with equal fervor, equal hunger. You hands slide down his plastron, tugging his shirt up a little, his own hands slip under yours, gently trailing his fingers over your skin. He pulls away, his lips kiss swollen and pupils blown. Donnie leans down again to set out to do just as he said, grabbing your chin and tilting your head back. His lips attack your neck, trailing bites and open-mouthed kisses down your neck. He grazes his teeth against your skin in a teasing matter, relishing in the sound of your moans, his own desire growing with each pleasurable sound that escapes your lips. His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip, his touch both gentle and possessive.

"You feel so good, my love. Your moans, your taste... They drive me wild." His voice is husky with desire, he continues his assault on your neck. His teeth graze over your collarbone before his lips trail lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses. With a swift motion, Donnie removes your shirt, his gaze fixed on your exposed skin. His hands caress your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. "I want to taste every inch of you, to mark you as mine..." He leans down to claim one with his mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. His other hand trails down your body, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants, his fingers teasingly tracing small circles against your heat.

"Yes, please. Let everyone know who I belong to..." You gasp, bucking your hips against his hand, you can feel him smile against your skin. You look down at him, seeing the trail of hickeys and bites down your chest and decorating your breasts. Donnie was only leaving more as he continued down your body.

Donnie's eyes darken with a possessive hunger as he hears your gasps, his fingers increasing their ministrations on your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure and speed to send waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Oh, my love, you have no idea how much I want to make you, to show the world that you belong to me." He continues to suck and nip at your skin, leaving purple marks in his wake, his actions fueled by a mixture of desire and possessiveness. As his fingers continue to tease your clit, he leans up to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a frenzy of desire. He breaks the kiss only to speak, his voice filled with need. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure that everyone knows it. I'll mark you in every way possible, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind." His words are punctuated by his actions, his fingers delving deeper into your wetness, his touch becoming more demanding and fervent.

You moan, bucking you hips more. You hold onto his shoulders, gasping into him mouth. He pushes his finger deeper, your hands trailing down his body. "Oh fuck..." You whimper, feeling him remove his fingers from your pants and tugs your pants off. Donnie's eyes are filled with primal hunger as he gazes down at you, slowly laying himself between your legs. You look at him, his eyes hazy, his breath hot against your thigh. He starts to nip and kiss your thighs, slowly getting closer to where you want him most. Donnie revels in the sight of your flushed, needy body, his desire growing with each passing moment.

"You are absolutely breathtaking." His voice is low and raspy, laced with desire. "I'm going to taste every inch of you, leave my mark on your skin, and make you mine in every way possible." With that declaration, he dips his head down between your legs, his tongue flicking out to tease your swollen folds. He starts with slow languid licks, savoring the taste of your arousal. His hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he explores, his tongue tracing patterns, alternating between gentle flicks and deep motions. As he continues to pleasure you with his mouth, his hands trail up your body to caress and knead your breasts, his touch gentle and firm. He revels in the sounds of your moans and gasps, his own arousal growing with each pleasurable response he elicits from you. "You're mine, my love. And I'll make sure you never forget it."

"Always yours." You moan and whine, your hands on his head. Donnie's eyes darken as he hears your words, his own need reaching its peak. Donnie pulls away, removing his head from between your legs, kissing and biting his way back up your body. He leaves new hickeys and marks, your heart racing as he presses his hips to yours.

"Always mine..." His voice is filled with possessiveness as he grinds his hips against yours. He swiftly removes his pants, positioning himself at your entrance. The tip teasing your slick folds before slowly pushing into you, inch by glorious inch. He groans at the tightness and warmth that envelops him, his movements slow and deliberate. "You feel so good, my love. So tight... So perfect." His voice is a low, breathless growl. He starts to move, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent, his hips meeting your in a rhythm of passion and desire.

You grasp onto his softshell, trying to be careful and not hurt him. Your body arching to meet his as he hooks one of your legs over his waist. "Please, Donnie..."

"I'll give you everything you desire." His voice a mix of passion and possessiveness. Donnie's movements become more intense, his thrusts growing faster and harder, fueled by a mix of desire and the need to please you. His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding you to meet his thrusts, their force driving you both closer to the edge. Donnie leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a fervent hunger. His movements become more erratic, his control slipping as he chases his own release. "Hold on, my love... I'm almost here..." With one final, powerful thrust, he finds his release with you, his body shuddering with pleasure as he spills himself inside you. He partially collapses on top of you, his breath heavy as he nuzzles into your neck, his heart still racing with the remnants for your shared passion. "You're mind, forever and always."

You pant heavily as you both come down from your highs. Donnie leans down, covering your neck in more marks, still buried deep inside you. "I did marry you." You tease quietly, gently rubbing his softshell.

Donnie lifts his head from your neck, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks at you. "Ah, my love, you certainly did. And I must say, I am quite please with that decision." He smirks, slowly withdrawing from you. Donnie rolls to the side, cuddling against you, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. He captures your lips in a gently kiss, his voice filled with affection. "You are mine, my beautiful wife, and I am yours. We are bound together, body and soul." He nuzzles his face against your his eyes briming with adoration. "I love you, my dear. And I promise to continue finding new and exciting ways to show you just how much."

"I love you too." You hum, kissing him again, just as softly. You pull away and look down at your body, seeing on the bites and marks he left on your skin. You chuckle and turn back to him. "And earlier you said you like to occasionally nibble on me." You murmur playfully, gesturing to all the marks. Donnie chuckles lightly, his eyes sparkling as he gazes at the marks decorating your body.

"Ah, my love, I must admit that I do have a certain... Penchant for nibbling." He smirks, his fingers tracing a particularly vivid hickey on your neck. He leans in, his lips brushing against the marks he left, his voice filled with playful affection. "Each mark tells a story, my love. A story of our passion, our connection. And it's a story I love to tell over and over again." He nuzzles against you, his arms wrapping around your body, pulling you closer. "You are truly a canvas and I am an artist. I can't help but want to leave my mark on you, to show the world that you are mine."

"Don't think anyone can doubt it now." You whisper playfully, Donnie pulls you to lay on your side, facing him. Your fingers gently trail down his arm. You smile, feeling his lips and teeth on some of the marks he left, feeling him smile against your skin.

"No, I don't think anyone could doubt our connection now." He chuckles, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your back. "These marks serve as a reminder, not just to others, but to ourselves, of the passion and intensity we share." He leans in again, his lips gently brushing against the marks, his voice filled with gentle affection. He continues to pepper kisses and nibbles along the marks, his touch gentle and loving.

"Can't say I hate it. I quite enjoy you marking me." You murmur as he moves down your body more, only for him to find all the spots he missed. You close your eyes, enjoying his touch and kisses, unaware of his findings. Donnie's lips pause in their gentle exploration, his brow furrowing slightly as he hasn't fully marked you.

"My love, I apologize for neglecting these parts of your body. I assure you it was not intentional. I simply got caught up in the moment." He looks at you with a mix of concern and determination. Donnie rolls you onto your stomach, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade, his fingers tracing delicate patterns. "I will make it up to you, my dear. Consider it a challenge, a mission to leave no part of your body unmarked." He continues his exploration, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of gently bites and kisses along your sides and back, his touch careful and attentive. "You deserve to be marked completely, my love. Every inch of you is worthy of my attention and affection."

Donnie's hands glide over your back, his touch gentle yet firm as he explores the contours of your body. His lips and teeth leave a trail of gentle nips and passionate kisses as he moves down your back. He reaches your ass and thighs, his movements becoming slower and more deliberate. His hands knead the flesh, his fingers tracing shapes along your skin. His lips press against your sensitive areas, leaving a combination of bites and soothing kisses.

He revels in the taste and feel of you, his desire intensifying with each moment. His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he explores every inch of your backside. With each touch, each bite, each nibble, he leaves his mark on you. The sound of your pleasure, the scent of your arousal, fuel his own desire, urging him to continue his exploration. His movements become more urgent, he knows you enjoy his marking, and he's more than willing to oblige, leaving a trail of evidence that you belong to him.

Donnie's eyes darken as he hears your pleas, feeling your hips lift to align with his intentions. He continues his ministrations with extra care, his touch becoming more focused and intense. HIs hands grip your hips firmly, guiding you to push your ass higher into the air, granting him better access to mark and claim you. His teeth graze across the soft flesh of your ass, leaving lingering bites, each one a testament to his desire for you.

He lavishes attention on your thighs, his lips and tongue tracing patterns along the sensitive skin. His touch is both possessive and adoring as he marks you, he cherishes the beauty of your body.

The sound of your moans and the sensation of your body responding to his touch only heightens his own pleasure. He revels in the power he has over you, the way you surrender to his desires. His own arousal grows, his need to claim you driving him to continue his passionate assault on your ass and thighs. He leaves a trail of marks, each one a symbol of his love as he takes you deeper into the depths of pleasure.

You whine as he pulls away, surveying the marks and bites he's left on your skin. You arch your back a bit more, Donnie's eyes widen slightly, his breath catching as he takes in the sight before him. He can see the anticipation and need in your body, mirrored by his own.

Unable to resist the allure, he moves closer, his hands gently caressing your marked skin, tracing the contours of your ass and thighs. His touch tender and possessive, as he savors the evidence of his desire on your body.

He leans in, is lips brushing against your ear as he speaks, his voice husky with desire. "My love, you are a vision of pure temptation. Your willingness to offer yourself to me, do display your desire so openly... It drives me wild." With a low growl of hunger, he moves closer to you, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he positions himself behind you. His breath is hot against your skin as he leans in. "My love, you are absolutely irresistible. Your desire fuels my own."

With that, he guides himself into you, his hips meeting your ass in a passionate rhythm. He fills you completely, his movements strong and purposeful. Each thrust is a symphony of desire, a testament to the intensity of your connection. As he moves within you, he can't help but admire the marks and bites he left on your body. They serve as a visual of the pleasure and passion you've shared, a testament to the depth of your connection.

His hands roam over your marked flesh, his touch possessive and adoring. He savors the way your body responds to his every movement, the way you moan and whimper under his touch.

Together, you find release, your bodies moving in synchrony as you both reach the peak of pleasure. And in that moment you are reminded once again of the strength of your bond, the depth of your love for one another.

Your body relaxes, slowly collapsing back onto the bed as he pulls out. Both of you covered in a thin layer of sweat. "Penchant... Yeah right." You mumble breathlessly, teasing him for his earlier words. Donnie lays next to you, his fingers trailing down your spine.

"Ah, my love, you caught me." Donnie chuckles softly, his chest rising and falling with each breath as he gazes at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "Perhaps 'penchant' is too mild a word to describe my insatiable desire to mark and claim you. It's more like an obsession, a burning need that consumes me whenever I'm with you." He continues to trace delicate patterns along your spine, his touch gentle and soothing. "You bring out the wild and passionate side of me, my dear. I can't help but indulge in my desires when I'm with you."

He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder, his voice filled with affection. "But I hope you know that it's not just about marking you physically, my love. It's about leaving an imprint on your heart and soul. It's about showing you how deeply I love and cherish you." Donnie pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace. "You are my everything, my dear. And I will continue to shower you with love, in whatever form it may take."

You snuggle closer to him, burying your face in his neck and taking a deep, content breath. "Thank you... For being mine and choosing me to be yours." You whisper, pulling away just enough to cup his jaw and kiss him slowly. Donnie's eyes soften as he feels your warmth against him, your words filling his heart with a sense of gratitude and love. He returns your kiss, his lips moving against yours with tenderness and affection.

"My love, it is I who should thank you. You bring me so much joy, so much purpose into my life. You accepted me for who I am, mutant and all, and you love me unconditionally." Donnie cups your face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. "You are my soulmate. Together we are stronger..." He presses his forehead against yours, his voice filled with sincerity. "I choose you every day, my love. You are the one who completes me. I will always be yours now and forever. Thank you for reminding me to take a step back and remember the beauty that beyond the lab." He whispers softly, sealing his words with another tender kiss. His heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the incredible person you are.

[saltyafterhours]

This is just like a general question, but which of the turtles do you think would be the most gentle vs so rough you can't walk for YEARS {exaggeration}

Outside of mating season? I still think it would depend on circumstances, I can see them all being gentle and rough.

I think Raph would overall be the gentler one. He's HUGE, and he's terrified to break you. Your guys first couple times having sex is mainly just him using his mouth or fingers to get you ready to take his cock. He is mainly focused on your pleasure than his, though he does love when you try to make it up to him after. When he feels comfortable trying to go inside, that too is a process. He tends to take things very slow and gentle to make sure you can handle him, and once he knows you can then it can slowly ramp up to being rougher. You've... had to replace the bed several times cause Raph keeps breaking the headboard from gripping it too hard or the mattress frame caves in from force of the act itself. Mikey is 50/50. He doesn't have to worry as much about hurting you, but he is a sap for more slow and romantic sex. He loves just endlessly praising you and leaving kisses to your jaw, neck and shoulders while he slowly thrusts into you. But there are times where he can be rough. He likes the idea of having so much control over you, that he can control whether you cum or not- and how many orgasms he can pull out of you. Of course, he's still a huge sweetheart during aftercare- but more than once has he had to carry you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up because your legs feel like jelly. Who is the roughest is a tie between Leo and Donnie. While Raph ends up breaking more the things surrounding the two of you, the twins more often break you more than anything. Toys, ropes, collars, you name it- they have done it to you. Leo, the ever-smug bastard likes to tie you up and keep vibrating toys inside you. He'll sit back and watch as you squirm, moan and beg while he jerks himself off. This can sometimes last HOURS, depending on how merciful he's feeling. Though however, he is a sucker for soft sleepy sex. He'll hold you close to his plastron as he thrusts into you from behind, leaving little kisses on your shoulder as he whispers praise and how much he adores you. Donnie is fairly the same, though he does like to be more involved as he teases you with toys. As a sex machine is pumping into you, he'll throat fuck you at the same pace. Or he'll have you in his lap as he works, his cock stuffed into you but not allowing you to move while a vibrator is pressed against your clit on the lowest setting. He likes pushing your limits, always wanting to push just one more orgasm from you- just to see how much of a mess he can make you. Though he does have his moments where he just wants to appreciate you. He is HEAVY on the body worship, and will take his sweet time as he kisses and praises every inch of your beautiful skin.

So yeah, Raph is the roughest in terms of property damage- but Donnie is pretty much the roughest when it comes to breaking a person. But in terms of mating season, you are bound to bed rest for weeks no matter who it is.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hi! I love your work!! How are you?? And when I saw that requests were open, I just had to ask…

Would you consider writing for an older partner vs Rottmnt Donnie? How would he woo an older female and how would he react when people point out their age gap? Would love some nsfw scenes too if possible, you do them so well! *chef’s kiss*

Thank you!!

You’re Older Than Him (18+)

Rise!Donatello x older!reader

A/N: Just humming that one line from Door De Kerk. As a single woman that has been called a cougar by many of her former lovers (they were only 1 - 2 years younger, so I’m not sure why), I love this request. Hope you’ll like it💜

Donatello is in his early 20’s, reader is in their late 20’s to early 30’s.

Warnings: Age difference lol, mentioning of sex, not very detailed.

For some reason, many people tended to look strangely at you and your boyfriend when they learned that you were older than him. It was strange really. When a girl found herself an older guy it was hot, but when a guy found himself an older woman for more than just quick fun, it was given side eyes. For some strange reason, some people thought weirdly of it.

One of the first questions Donnie usually would get asked when they learned about you and his age difference, was how the two of you met. Well, like a certain Dutch rapper once said: “Single cougar women, yeah, they’re never on Tinder”, which was absolutely right. First time you and Donnie met each other was in real life and far from the internet. It was at a bar that allowed people of all kinds - human, mutants, yokai - all of them.

It was actually Donnie who made the first move, surprisingly enough. You had been sitting at the bar, talking to some of your friends, when suddenly the bartender came with a drink, letting you know someone bought it for you. That obviously made you and your friends excited, asking who it was. That led the bartender to nod in Donnie’s direction, where he sat with his brothers, all of them oblivious to what their brother had going on. And when you and the purple dressed mutant first made eye contact, you knew that none of you would leave the bar tonight without the other.

Donatello ended up going home with you that evening, before he ended up staying that night. And with the small amount of alcohol still running through your veins, neither you or Donnie was scared to have some. He was able to prove to you that he was indeed worthy of being your lover, despite his younger age. He knew what he was doing, and he certainly had stamina. There was no way you would just let this one go like that!

For some time, you and Donnie were nothing but fuck buddies. He would come over to your place and rock your world with his finger, tongue or member, and you in turn would let him stay over the night, giving him a much needed break from his brothers.

As time went on, you realized that Donnie was in fact quite mature. He never just hung around your apartment, but actually helped you. He would clean, help you cook and actually take his time to be with you or around you. He was respectful, patient and very observant. He had his quirks, and some might say that he was too straightforward or too honest, but not to you. To you he was easy to communicate with, and you didn’t have to dig for him to answer.

When you and Donnie finally decided to move your relationship forward, it was easy. It didn’t take much more than the two of you chilling on the couch, before looking at each other and asking; “officially dating?” And that was it. You were in a relationship now.

That was when Donnie finally decided to tell his brothers about you. That straight away caused a reaction from Leo, who seemed both surprised, impressed and jealous over the fact that his twin brother was with an older hot woman. The others seemed much more calm about it, but that didn’t stop them from asking questions. So many questions…

As time went on, you and Donnie’s relationship proved to be very stable. Your age combined with his nature proved to be a natural fit. Misunderstandings were rare, communication was easy, and you were able to give each other the space you needed, but also perfectly capable of letting the other know when you needed something.

And your sex life was amazing. Your experience matched perfectly with Donnie’s strength and stamina. You were both adventures, and willing to try out different things. Various positions, different locations, roleplays, simple sub-dom situations, with both of you willing to switch roles from time to time, toys, BDSM, passionate, all of it. If one of you wanted to try something, you’ll have a talk about it before trying it out. Truly a healthy relationship.

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Making Headcanons about the Rise Turtles as Somebody Who's Never Seen The Show

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A/N: I've been reading a bit of fanfiction so I'm not completely clueless about their quirks and personalities but I thought I'd make this for fun til I get motivation to actually write again yk?

Raphael 🧡

First of all. This man is a cutie patootie. Like, come here. Lemme kiss yo forehead. Sweetie pie, baby, pookie. Mwah.

Now that I've gotten that outta the way, I feel like this dude has a lot of squishmellows. Especially the big ones. They're just so soft and, well, squishy.

Favorite season is summer. He likes all it gives and would kill to be able to go strawberry picking or go pick flowers in a flower field with other people without fear of being called a freak.

Speaking of which, this mans will 100% take you on picnic dates in a flower field. Fresh foods and flowers. Expect a flower crown at some point and to look at clouds.

Apparently he's a bit of a crybaby? Which like, please don't hurt him. :(( Poor sweet baby just needs love.

Please give him flowers back. He'll love you for life.

His love language is touch but he's also afraid of hurting you sometimes so instead he really enjoys quality time.

On a more obscure level, his love language is biting. Just soft little noms on your shoulders and arms. Although he will bite in other places if you give him consent.

PLEASE KISS ALL OVER HIS FACE! Just grab his face and kiss his face all over. He'll just melt, maybe gently grab your hips or wrap his arms around your waist.

Will gladly pepper you with kisses as well. Especially those feather light kisses. Face, neck, shoulders, hands, wrists. He's such a sweetie.

Loves hands on dates. So cooking, flower picking, pottery, those kinds of things. And yes he'll keep that funky looking, poor excuse of a vase you made in his room and it will proudly hold the latest flowers you've gotten for him.

Will knit you things. Complaining about needing a new sweater? Bam. Sweater made. Whine that you need more socks because you keep loosing yours? Boom. Socksies.

Knit him something back and he'll sob and thank you a million times. He loves it. Even if you're not good at knitting. It's a prized possession.

Always kissing your hands or nuzzling into your neck. He's such a touchy fellow.

Yes he's the type of guy to have you sling your legs over his lap and just massage your knees or mindlessly draw patterns on your thighs while he reads.

PARALLEL PLAY! Can and will put on some soft jazz or lofi beats and just relax in your presence while the two of you do your own things. The occasional kiss or soft talk occasionally happening.

If you sleep over, good luck getting him off of you if you wake up first.

I see him as a late morning riser. So 10AM kind of thing. Will nuzzle into you and take his time waking up as he just gently rubs your side and breaths in your scent, peppering you with good morning kisses and soft laughter.

Cooks you breakfast and prepares your morning drink. He just loves you so much and the small small smile accompanied with a sleepy kiss and "thank you, my love" makes it all worth it.

Calls you things like my sweetheart, strawberry, and flower.

"Whatever would I do without my flower?

NSFW - Obviously aged up, don't be weird 💛

Terrified to be intimate with you for a good few solid months.

He'll prolly want to have a solid conversation about what you're both into, hard limits, soft limits, stoplight system vs safe words and what to use, and the likes.

Will need some time to warm up to the idea of sex. Expect months of heated make out sessions.

Eventually things will escalate. Steamy moments now accompanied with thigh riding, praises being muttered out to you.

Eventually the two of you will get to oral moments. Please be gentle with him. He's kind of sensitive.

He'll prolly also be very gentle with you when giving head. Tell him what to do, he's so lost. Praise him when he does something you like. He'll pick up on what makes your body sing for him and keep it stuffed in his mind for later.

In the early stages of having sex, he'll be pretty gentle as the two of you explore. Lots of "am I doing this right?" and "you feel so good".

Once he becomes more confident though? Oh shits over for you. 💀 R.I.P (y/n). Sorrows and prayers. You're gonna need em baby.

He's still somewhat gentle but since he knows your limits now, he's more willing to be rough and to bully you.

Ramming into you from behind as you babble out curses, Raph just grinning down at you. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Can't talk? Cockdumb already, are we?"

Remember how I said biting was his love language? Pray because he will bring it into the bedroom.

His love bites are more little nibbles or gentle noms. But give him permission and he'll bruise you while he fucks you.

Will refuse to do it beyond gentle noms in the beginning of the relationship but once he's confident, you're getting bitten.

Bites on your neck while he growls possessively and makes you wail. Bites to your sides as he grips your soft flesh. Bites to your thighs that bruise while he bullies your insides with his cock. He loves seeing you giggle at his soft nibbles, and he also loves hearing you cry out from his bite marks.

King of aftercare, especially after rough sessions. Grabbing a towel to wipe you down, helps you to the bathroom if needed, grabs you some water with some electrolytes added to it. Soft kisses as he praises how well you did and how much he loves you and how he's so lucky to have you.

Loves flustering the shit outta you. You could be talking and he'll just gently but firmly grab your jaw, making you look up to make eye contact and go "yeah love?" or "is that so, strawberry?"

The way your brain immediately stops working as you stutter and your facial expression becomes flustered. He can't help it.

He'll pair it with a soft rumbling chuckle he knows drives you up the wall, lean in and ghost his lips over your skin, maybe lightly kiss your jaw or neck, before backing up and letting you go.

"You were saying, sweetheart?"

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Leonardo 🧡

Little shit.

That's it. That's the post.

Jk. But from what I've gathered, he's absolutely a little shit.

Pray to whatever god you believe in because this man makes it his mission to annoy the ever living fuck out of you.

He will take note of the things that genuinely trigger or piss you off though. As much as he loves teasing you, he doesn't want you snapping at him or giving him the cold shoulder.

Favorite season is spring. He enjoys seeing all the critters and plant life slowly come to life.

Oddly enough, I headcanon him as an early morning person.

As energetic as he is, he loves quiet mornings. Watching the sunrise and taking his time to maybe shower and wake up slowly.

If you wake up early with him, he might make some drinks for the two of you and take you up top to watch the sunrise with him while the two of you whisper plans for the day together.

If you wake up later in the day, he'll wake you up softly and force you to turn his direction and cuddle up to him while he peppers your head with kisses and rubs circles into your muscles as you doze back off.

Once you do wake up, he'll stop what he's doing if he's able and prepare some food for you before making his way to his bedroom in time to see you do your morning stretch.

"Morning, sleepy head. Finally decided to rise from the dead?" He'll tease, smiling when you playfully glare at him. "Awwww, mi vida. Don't pout at me. I'm only teasing. Come. I made you food".

Once you step out of the room however, his tenderness gives way to his annoying ass ego self. But you love it all the same and he knows it.

Will expect praise for the food he made you. He's such an awesome chef, obviously he deserves it.

Loves pulling pranks on you and surprising you with tickles. Have your defenses up because his innocent hug will turn into him pinning you down and tickling you.

Pouty McPoutster. Heaven forbid you have a job or your own place. The audacity you have to spend time away from him is astounding. 🙄 /silly

Loves stealing your shit and then faking innocence when you demand it back.

Spams you with a million memes a day.

His love language is touch as well, but he indulges in it much more than Raph seeing as though he's not as heavy or strong as him.

On a more obscure level, his love language is deep pressure. Loves being your weighted blanket or giving you super tight hugs. Do it back to him please, he also loves it. But be prepared to smack him because he will make an inappropriate joke.

Will fling himself at you. He doesn't care if he knocks you down to the ground and knocks the wind out of you.

Aside from the normal Spanish nicknames, he loves calling you things like his number one, sweet thing, and doll.

Wraps his arms around you and just goes "how's my number one?" or cuddles up into you and goes "wanna watch a movie, doll?"

Our loveable, adorable, asshole.

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Please have a sit down conversation with him about boundaries and safe words because this man will not think about bringing it up. He just wants to jump your bones.

In the beginning of the relationship, he'll act all cocky but when it comes down to it, he'll prolly get all flustered. He'll smile through the pain though. Bless him.

Please praise this man. He'll always love praise but he especially needs it in the early stages of ya'll's sex life. He just needs to know he's doing well.

Once he's confident though, it's a whole different story.

The nervous air and anxious jitters are gone and he's so much more cocky.

Praise him and tell him how good he feels in you and he'll just pop off with something like, "bet I'm the only one that can fuck you this good, huh?"

Licking. For the love of the gods. Licking.

Up your neck, up your thighs, on your chest, on your hips. The way you shudder under him just gets him going.

He will make you beg. He's an egotistical bastard and will make you embarrass yourself by having you tell him exactly what you want from him.

Might even grab your jaw and stick his thumb into your mouth and just taunt you. "Come on, mi amor. You can do better than that. Tell Daddy what you want."

Oh yeah, that's another thing. Daddy kink. Sir kink too. Call him Daddy or say "yes sir" to him and he'll go feral. If he's not already fucking you, count the minutes because he will be soon.

Pet 👏 play. 👏 Collars, leashes, ears, tails if you let him. Let him fuck you from behind while he jerks on the leash tight enough to mildly choke you. He loves hearing you whine and struggle to breath properly.

But on the rougher side. He wants to break you. Wants to see you cry as he pumps into you and pushes you over the edge again and again and again.

Will overstimulate you if you let him. "Please Leo I can't take it anymore!" "You can and you will. You wanted me to fuck you and now we stop when I'm done, not when you are. Understand?"

Degrading and brat taming. Loves calling you his cock sleeve, his whore. Just brat and you're guaranteed to have a firm hand to your hip or neck.

"Drop the attitude before I fuck it out of you, slut".

Please wear thigh highs and a short skirt around him. He'll go crazy and bend you over the closest surface.

"Such a whore. Wearing that around me. You know how much that turns me on. I'm sure you were betting on that though, huh? Fuck your such a cumslut for Daddy".

Bad at aftercare at first. But teach him how to do it and he'll quickly master it. Soft touches as he nuzzles into your neck, kissing any bruises or spots that will inevitably bruise. The two of you help clean each other up. You'll offer to get water while he offers to start a shower for you two.

Also loves flustering you. But with nicknames. He has a few nicknames that he has that he only pulls out with the intent to fluster you.

Sparring and you have him pinned down? "Good job, pet". Your brain will short circuit and oh will you look at that? You just lost the sparring match.

Ghosts his lips over your skin until your breath heavy and clutching onto him only for him to pull back and innocently rub your waist.

"You ok, mi vida? You're breathing awfully heavy."

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Donatello (My beloved) 🧡

Tsundere to the max. Omfg. 💀

You think he hates you until one day you need help with a bug on your phone and he fixes it, no questions asked.

"Wow. I honestly thought you wouldn't help." "Why wouldn't I?" "Ion know. I thought you hated me?" "Why would I hate you? Dislike maybe, but not hate. It would be illogical to hate somebody who's done nothing to deserve it".

Ever since that day, you become more comfortable around him and he definitely notices it too.

It doesn't take you long to pick up on all the ways he says he loves you. He doesn't say it often, he shows it. To you, to his brothers, to his dad, to April.

When the two of you first started dating, his affections became more common but albeit private.

Soft head bonks, rubbing your wrist while the two of you read, a soft kiss brushed to your cheek as you get him another cup of coffee.

Before you know it, he becomes much more comfortable expressing his affections to you.

Cuddling into you as the two of you drift off to sleep, sitting in his lap as he works, slinking his arms around your waist and kissing the junction of your neck when your in the kitchen doing something.

His brothers know better than to tease. They don't gotta worry about Donnie, no they gotta worry about your ass. The death glares you send. 🤭 If looks could kill, they'd be dead. Mostly just Leo though.

He's absolutely nocturnal. This man wakes up at about 3-5PM and goes to bed at like 3 in the goddamn fucking morning.

Pray if you're a morning person. Because he does not fucking care if it's time for you to get up. You're cuddling him dammit.

It takes several minutes of gentle kisses and tender words before he finally let's you go with a whine to let you get up.

If you're nocturnal like him though, he loves it. Waking up together and having your sweet moments together.

He'll practically purr into you as you hold him close and have a soft conversation with him. He'll pepper you with kisses and gently knead your plush skin, usually your thighs or sides.

His love language is quality time mixed with parallel play. He loves doing things with you and around you.

On a more obscure level, he loves support swapping. Loves it when you pull him away from his work after he's been staring at his computer for too long (will never admit it though).

Loves pulling you from your own work to force you to stretch or get a snack with him, taking time to sort of just exist in each other's presence as the two of you force the other not to overwork and maybe exchange a soft kiss or two.

Favorite season is winter. Doesn't exactly love the season more so as he loves the things that accompany it.

Warm sweaters, hot coco, cozy nights in with blankets, Christmas. But challenge him to a snowball fight and that man is gearing up to whoop your fucking ass. Prepare to die.

He usually just calls you by your name or simple things like love, hun, or dear. But occasionally, especially in private or when he's feeling extra lovey, he'll call you things like beloved, darling, or dove. (All Donnie's call their partner dove. Fight me).

"Come on, beloved. Break time. Let's get some food, yeah?" No that was not a suggestion.

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He's probably gonna be the most confident, and I mean genuinely confident, once the two of you start getting intimate.

Bitch probably has a fucking bullet point list in his head of all the things he suspects you like based off of past reactions to things he's done.

Like Raph, he'll sit you down and have a serious discussion with you on do's and don't's, safe words or light system, what aftercare should look like, etc. He doesn't want either of you to accidentally cross any boundaries.

You don't initiate. You understand that this is something that he will need to initiate.

Like Raph, it'll probably get slowly steamier the longer ya'll date. Kissing will turn into make out sessions as he desperately grips your waist. Eventually he'll be the one grabbing your hips and having you grind into him, making you whine into his mouth. Which he eats up with a smirk because let's face it, he's just as egotistical as Leo. He just hides it better.

Once he finally gains the confidence to go all out on you then, with your consent, he absolutely will.

Please expect to be broken. This man can and will push you above and beyond your limits. He loves it.

The way you cry and wail as he brings you to another orgasm that you swore up and down that you wouldn't be able to handle while he chokes you or yanks your hair.

PLEASE wear cheap mascara around him. He loves to see you cry. Loves to see the mascara become ruined on your face as it streaks down with your tears.

Will bully you. Look at me when I tell you this. I hope you enjoy being degraded

"Fuck your so wet and I've barely even touched. You're an absolute slut for me, aren't you? How pathetic. Getting so horny just from a few simple touches, hoping that I'll stuff you full and fuck you so hard that your mind breaks. Turn you into a stupid slut".

Bondage. Need I say more? This man loves tying you up with different colored ropes and making you all pretty. Loves seeing the marks they leave afterwards.

Will strap you to a fucking machine and have it fuck you agonizing slow while he masturbates until your crying and begging him to fuck you.

Be on your fucking guard because that man will punish you for anything.

You catch an attitude? He's raising his eyebrows at you before giving you a dangerous smirk. "Go ahead, darling. Keep talking shit. It'll only end badly for you".

He'll bend you over his knee and seat your ass till it's red and welted.

Donnie is a man of science. That include biology, which in turn, extends to your biology. He loves finding out just what makes your body sing for him.

He can't get enough of it. He'll do things on purpose just to see your body respond to him. Anywhere from a hitch to your breath as he grips your hips and jerks you closer to him to the way your body arches and your eyes roll back as he moves those same hips so he can fuck you at a different angle.

Get on your knees and beg. It'll give him such an ego boost. Just prattle on about how much you need him and eventually he'll lean over and grip your jaw, prolly shove his thumb in your mouth if you're lucky, and just go "well since you asked so nicely".

Such a sweetie during aftercare. This man can fuck you like he hates you and then turn right around and gently kiss your sore and bruises body. Cleaning your body off and getting you some water. Will probably do his damnedest to convince you to take a post sex shower with him.

When it comes to flustering you, he enjoys man handling you. Sure man handling you during sex is also fun, but seeing the way you get all flustered as he easily maneuvers you however way he wishes in such a simple way just makes him want to laugh.

He'll also grip you in that way that makes your head spin. Grabbing your hips? Sure. It's sweet. Grabbing your hips in a vice grip and subtly jerking your lowering body to his? Your head is spinning and you're three seconds away from begging Donnie to fuck you on the nearest surface.

He'll feign innocence though. Because, of course he will. He's a bastard. 🙄 It doesn't help that he'll subtly grind up against you and drop his tone down to growl in your ear so only you can hear.

"Whatever are you talking about, dove? I'm not doing anything. Maybe get your head out of the gutter, hm?"

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Michaelangelo 🧡

MY SWEET HUNNY SUGAR BABY PIE! I LOVE HIMS!

Anyways-

Utter sweetheart. Very affectionate, even if you two are just friends.

Will sprawl himself out on your lap. Don't you dare move him or he'll hunker down into his shell to make you feel bad at the thought of moving him.

Heaven forbid ya'll are dating though. He's 10xs more affectionate. R.I.P to you. Get ready to drown.

He loves peppering you with those feather light kisses, just like Raph. Especially your neck and shoulders.

Loves holding your hand and will randomly kiss your knuckles or pull you towards him for a kiss on the lips.

Absolute baby. Please smother him back. He'll start chirping and nuzzling into you for more.

His love language is a mixture of quality time and touch. Please snuggle with him while you watch a movie. Let him crawl up into your lap while you're on your phone.

On the more obscure side, Mikey penguin pebbles a lot. Finding small rocks or trinkets he thinks you'd like and giving them to you. If you have your own place and you display them in plain sight, he feels very proud and accomplished.

Another biter. Just goes O: 3: on your damn arms and legs. Really anywhere he can reach.

It's soft don't worry, sometimes he'll nip a bit harder if he feels like you're not paying proper attention to him but not so hard that it hurts. Just enough that it jerks your attention to him.

His favorite season is autumn. Everything is yellow and orange! Why wouldn't he love it?

Loves sneaking up top with you to play in leaves with you. Making massive piles or just throwing leaves at each other. He adores it.

He'll pick spare leaves out of your hair before cradling your face and giving you a sweet kiss.

And then, obviously, shoving more leaves in your face. >:D

Please go to a pumpkin patch with him and get an absurd amount of pumpkins to place all around the lair.

Afternoon waker. Gets up at ready at about 11AM-1PM. If you're up before him, he'll prolly text you to let you know that he's awake and demand for cuddles.

Just lay down and let him straddle you, laying on your chest as he churrs while you kiss his face and ask him how he slept. He loves it.

If you wake up around his time, he'll prolly still pull himself up on top of you. Churring and nuzzling into you until your cracking your eyes open and smiling down at him. To which he'll respond with some sleepy morning kisses.

He loves getting ready with you. Brushing teeth together and maybe even picking out your outfit, if you'll let him.

Will make slightly inappropriate jokes. 😂

"You wanna wear pants today? I think these would make your ass look great."

Throw something soft at him and he'll just raise his hands up in surrender and go "heyyyyyy" and pretend to be offended with a giggle.

He loves cooking. So be a dear and brew some fresh coffee while he cooks you both a delicious breakfast yeah?

Always minding his P's and Q's. He's such a gentleman and always so eager to help. Opening doors for you, pulling out chairs for you, getting you flowers, the works.

Get him gifts back and he'll prolly cry from pure joy. Poor baby is almost always bursting with so much emotion. He's a bigger crybaby than Raph.

Other than normal couples nicknames, he uses other nicknames like angel, sunflower, and pumpkin.

"I saw this and thought of you! I love you, pumpkin".

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When the two of you first start to get intimate, he's kinda 50/50. Like, he's chill with the idea and genuinely wants to explore your body and make you feel good, like bless his heart he's so honored you trust him with your body in such a way.

But like, he's also super nervous because he doesn't want to hurt you or mess up and then you loose trust in him and never wanna touch him again and then you leave and then-

Yeah he overthinks it just a tad.

Another one where you'll need to have the boundaries talk with him because he'll just never think to bring it up.

You'll need to initiate the first few times.

Get into a steamy make out session with him and place his unsure hands somewhere on your body like your chest, your neck, your thighs, etc.

He'll start to knead the flesh and once you start responding to him he'll have a sort of "oh shit, I kinda like that, I wanna make them do it again" sort of moment.

After that he'll slowly build up more confidence. Shyly exploring your body in moderation and finding your sweet spots and finding out what makes you tick.

Heaven forbid he's taller than you. Dear Lord, prepare to get caged. He enjoys just towering over you and caging you in, watching the way your breath hitches and your chest raises in a more dramatic way.

Once he's gained more confidence, Mikey has two modes. You begging and him begging.

If it's "you begging" mode, this man will tease you all fucking day long but never give you what you want.

Finally when you break he just goes "mmmm no. :D" before telling you that if your so desperate to fuck then you can ride his cock but he's not helping you at all.

He'll smirk up at you with an egotistical grin as he watches you fuck yourself on him. And right when you're about to cum, he'll grip your hips and forcibly hold you down and ruin your orgasm.

And he does it over and over and over again. Just continuously denying you until you're just utterly broken and sobbing for release. To which he'll finally let you.

And once you've finally came. You'll do so again and again and again. What? You wanted to cum so badly. You can do it a few more times right?

Will overstimulate you. He loves seeing your eyes roll back as you try to tell him it's too much.

He'll pepper you with kisses the whole time too. Nuzzling into your hair and breathing your scent in as he rubs your clit in order to drive you over the edge again.

If he's in "him begging" mode. Say your prayers. You're gonna need them.

He's arguably worse in this state. This usually happens when he's just super horny.

He'll just start advancing on you, and if you guys are in the eyesight of others, you'll need to move him before he gets too lost in your scent.

He'll start peeling your clothes off, whining and biting at you. If he could devour you, he would.

If you go to push him off or say no, he'll ignore you (unless you say the safe word, of course).

"No, no, no. Please don't make me stop. Please? Please I need you so bad. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Please I need this. I'm so sorry. Please just let me use you. I'm so sorry, sunflower. Fuck please".

He's a menace and it's now your problem ✨thank you.✨

Of course you could never deny him. 🤭💅

He'll sling your legs over his shoulders and grip anywhere that he can, biting at the flesh on your thighs in hopes of leaving a mark.

He'll breed you over and over again while babbling about how good you feel.

Praise him and he'll go feral.

Call him a good boy, tell him how good he fucks you, tell him how full you feel, how nobody could ever make you feel as good as he does.

Boy oh boy.

Say good bye to your legs.

He'll overstimulate you in this mode, but he's much less mean.

"Please angel? Please? Just one more? For me? Please, please, please. Please, I'm so sorry. I need it. Just one more time, I promise. Need to feel you cum on my cock again. Please sunshine?"

Oral 👏 giving 👏 king. 👏 Be ready to have to push him off after spazzing out on his tongue for the 8th time. You just taste so fucking good. He can't help himself.

Afterwards, for whatever mood he's in, he'll take such good care of you. He'll clean you up and you'll shower him with affection, causing him to practically purr into your embrace as you draw him in for post sex cuddles.

As for everyday shenanigans. He's not as bad as some of the others but oh trust me, this bitch has his ways.

Usually involves obscure touches or biting. Like slipping his fingers up your skirt just little too high, kneading the flesh of your thighs or ass as you do your best to remain neutral, desperately clinging onto control as he nuzzles into your neck and groans lowly.

Or he'll bite you slowly but a bit more harshly than his simple love bites, looking at you to see your reaction and then giggling darkly when your body inevitably reacts to him in that way that he loves oh so much.

He gets a kick out of knowing that he can do such simple things to you and almost immediately make your body react to him. He loves knowing he has that much control over you. That your body just knows him and responds in kind.

Come on. Can you blame him? You're just so pathetic for him! It's soooooo cute how quickly you give into him. His pathetic, needy baby.

Catch this man gripping you at the junction of your jaw and neck, squeezing ever so slightly so your eyelids flutter before he leans down to gently kiss you, hand sliding down to squeeze your ass.

"Keep it together, lovely".

When I tell you that I genuinely didn't mean to make it this long. 😭😭😭 But anyways! Tell me what ya'll think plsssssss. Even if it doesn't match up to the boys real well, I'm still pretty proud of it. >:3

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Midnight Serenade

Donnie x reader fic

I really like this concept so I wanted to write about it, so basically you and donnie go on a date. I still new to writing so pls be nice, hope you enjoy <3.

It’s late winter early spring as you’re getting ready for your date, last nights flurry left some snow on your ground so it’s best to bundle up a bit. As you were putting on your shoes, you hear a knocking on the window, “Come in!” your window slides open and a turtle boy whereinga shit ton of purpel crawls in after he threw in a picnic basket.

“I was scared i was gonna be late, but i see you’re not even done yet”

“Scoff! I’m putting on my shoes so i basically am done, what happened to mr. attention to detail?”

“Heyyy i thought you hated ot when i said scoff!?”

“I have no recollection of that conversation,” he rolled his eye at your comment as he sits down on your bed. You get up to go get the drinks from your kitchen. “Common lets go.”

The two of you take a train to Clark st, then walk over to the brooklyn bridge. The two of you trot along the bridge and you’re excited to see where donnie is taking you.

“We’re here,”

“...Donnie we’re still on the bridge.”

“Exactly. You’re good at balancing on polls right?”

You face went white when he said that. You look at the belts of the bridge then you look back at donnie nodding. Your soul sinks in your stomach and the look on your face has donnie rolling around on the groud, kicking and screaming, “I’m just kidding hun.” his hover bike thing pulls up and your melanin instantly comes back.

“If you pull that shit with me again I will hop on your ass like super mario and beat you with your already shitty shell!” donnie went agaps, jaw on the groud, hand on his chest.

“Damn, I didn’t know it would scare you that much?” he laughs off his nevers as the two of you get on his bike. The two of you hop of when you get to the top of one of the tower things inbetween the belts, the city lights illuminating everything around you so you can see perfectly. As you are admiring everything around you donnie starts to set up the picnic blanket, “Wow i didn’t know you’d like it here this much.”

“What do you mean? This is so cool, you act as if you come here regularly.” he looks up at you with a smile, “... you come here regularly don’t you?”

“It’s our new favorite hangout spot, and much more discrete then rooftops.”

"Theres a really busy street right below us. what's the difference?" You sit down across from donnie on the picnic blanket and you help him take everything out of the basket,

"The difference, most people aren't looking up when they're driving. And why would they take their eyes off the busy rode?"

"Mabey they have a death wish?"

"Mabey."

You pull of the heart shaped plates and glasses out of the bag and start to gush over them, “Don’t you just LOVE these cups i got you!?”

“Yeah, i love that, including the heart shaped wicker basket, and pillows, and chocolates… I know that sounds like sarcasm, but i do love it.” as the two of you continue to unpack you see your favorite cookies, and cupcakes.

“Donnie! You didn’t!”

“Why do you sound so surprised like i dont do this all the time?”

“Its because you remembered!”

“It’s hard to forget our favorite things when we always talk about them. Every time we’re hanging out one of us just starts ranting as the other is working.”

“I love that for us, and because of that I know just how much you ACTUALLY like Atomic Lass… that and i check you search history.”

“And I yours… I shoudln’t have done that.”

“I warned you. Anyone who got quezy durring the saltburn bath tub scene, couldn’t handle whats on my laptop.” you laugh a little remebering the first time the two of you watched that, he left the room multiple times.

When the two of you were done setting up you just started talking, about whatever came to your mind. LMK, jupiter jim, the boondocks, anything you guys liked, “oh do you remember when we watched violet evergarden together for the first time?”

“Ofcourse you started crying when the episode about the littel girl came on.”

“Which one?”

“The one with the mom the wrote a bunch of letters for you daughter before she died.”

“That one was soo sad! But it was really sweet, that is what i call motherly love”

“You cry for the dumbest things hun,” he starts laughing at you but you laugh with him, “You wont cry for sad movies whatsoever but the second you relate to a character you start bawling. As far as i'm aware you mother is still alive.”

“It’s not about the dead mother! Its aboutt he dedication to her child!'' Donnie just listened to you rambling on about it, your voice is basically white noise. The amount of times he’s fallen asleep just by being around you is countless, the ease you put him at is unmatched. “and that just pulled all my heart strings!”

As the night went on the two of you purely enjoyed eachothers company, and the sweets donnie brought. As the two of you talked a sertain song came on,

But when the morning comes

We'll burn it down and then

We'll build the world again...

Our love is God.

“I forgot this song was on this playlist,” Donnie trys to skip it but you stop him,

“Remebere when we were fourteen how we did a two person play of the heaters?”

“Yeah what abo- ohhh” donnie gets up on his feet, “you remember the lyrics right?” he holds out his hand for you.

“Ofcourse,” You take his hand as the two of you get into character.

Hi Kurt, it's Veronica

How did you guys know it was always a fantasy of mine to have two guys at once?

Wowuhh... lucky guess?

Well, if you want it to come true, meet me at the cemetery, at dawn

Free pussy!

And we don't even have to buy it a pizza!

Punch it in! Whaat?! Hahaha!

The two of you were both theater kids, singing together mixed with your average acting filled the two of you with joy way back when you were younger. The two of you join hands again as you shift to veronica and JD.

We can start and finish wars

We're what killed the dinosaurs

We're the asteroid that's overdue

The dinosaurs choked on the dust

They died because God said they must

The new world needed room

For me and you

Well your average acting, everytime the two of you sang this song donnie was too realistic. The way he would make your heart throb was supernatural. Despite being cold blooded your were never cold with you touched him.

I worship you.

I'd trade my life for yours

They all will disappear

We'll plant our garden here

He cups your cheek in the palm of his hand, as he kisses you. His hand was warm, everytime he held you, you felt safe. He pulled away from you and continued the song, and you joined him quickly after.

Our love is God

Our love is God

Our love is God

Our love is God

“You missed acouple lines hun.” he pecks your cheek,

“Only because you kissed me,”

“Stop acting like you did’t like it”

“Ugh.” he wraps his hands around you hips and stuffs his face in the crook of your neck.

...I worship you

I'd trade my life for yours

We'll make them disappear

We'll plant our garden here

Our love is God

Our love is God

“I love that song don.”

“I know you do hun.”

I hope you guys liked it! There some references that some people might not get, like the super mario reference, but still. Kiss, kiss, hope you have a good night, day, afternoon or whatever. <3

[cherryo]

pls ignore if this makes you too uncomfortable but can i pls have the rise turtles comforting reader who has trouble with sex (like pain during and bleeding during/after) and cramping at random times that just kills the mood and the reader feels really self conscious about it? i've been struggling with this for a bit and i just need some comfort if that's ok <3

Hi darling! I always struggle with having sex because of something I was diagnosed with which makes me unable to do stuff for long periods of time or certain muscle pulls, so obviously sex positions are hard for me to do. This was a wonderful request and for sure near and dear <3

Pairings: rise brothers x fem!reader

Pronouns: she/her and obvious female genitalia

Word count: I don't count for hcs

warnings: painful sex, cussing, sexual activities, didn't proofread

Raph:

So stressed 

Literally thinks its cause of him (i mean,,,,,with that big of a dick,,,,) but its really not his fault.

Make sure he preps you for HOURS and if it still seems like you wont be able to he doesnt worry at all

He cares more about you and you being healthy and safe than sex

If/when the two of you end up having sex and you need to stop at any given time he will immediately stop! If you need your legs to be massaged or you need a heat pad

He's on it, he doesn't Hesitate at all!!

If you try to push through it he gently stops and will not let you continue 

He doesn't make fun or mention anything about having to stop, he's so scared for you when you're in pain during these moments :(

-Leo

I feel he would think that you are making up excuses to not have sex with him?

Doesn't understand at first

Very very insecure but you'd have to come up to him and tell him that you have always had A painful and hard time having sex and he'd immediately understand!

He's very gentle, will rub your uterus pouch and try to comfort you anyway possible

He's upset that he's hurt you even though it's not technically his fault

If you say you're sorry for stopping he will look you in the eyes and tell you never to say sorry, he'd much rather you tell him than not and “power” through it

He knows how much it means to you and how much you want to continue so he'll try again but if it hurts the same day he's stopping.

Doesn't push you at all

--Donnie

he was so confused at first, he had you in a very uhm folded position when you asked him to stop and of course he did

He didn't know why, or why you were crying

He asked and learned smth new

I think as soon as you two reached that level he would've started researching everything sex related

But the dummy didn't look up sex related issues, such as pain consistently through out sex

When you explained it to him, he was still confused and asked if you needed more prep time

He's so smart in everything else but women's bodies </3

He understands eventually, he tries to tease you to see if it would help lighten the insecurities or guilt you feel

---Mikey

Such a sweetheart

If you're crying, he's crying

He doesn't know why but he is

Immediately stops and asks what's wrong and when you tell him he will clean you up, put your pj's on, and get you whatever you need

He's not pushing you to do smth even if you're begging

Doesn't need you to explain it to him, if you're in pain then you're in pain