#tmnt bayverse donnie smut

[dilucsflame33]

❄️ Hi darling!

Could I please get a Bayverse DonniexFemaleReader?

Naughty list, 6 and 15.

Kink list 1, 2, 7, 11, and 14.

Thank you so much 💜💜💜

Bows & Tinsel 🔥

Where's my Donnie lovers at? Cause this one is for you. 😉 Your prize is on the bottom, love! Hope you like it. ^^

🔞 Warning 🔞 NFSW 18+ Only

Bondage, Dom/Sub dynamic, oral, fingering, blindfold, and praise kink.

During the holidays, Donnie usually prefers working like usual. He would work on projects for missions, or just simple side stuff that keeps his brothers at bay while he works on the main projects. Guess you can call him a "shut in," yet you don't mind it at all.

But it would affect you if he doesn't take good care of himself, like he's doing at the moment.

"Donatello, if you do not get out of that lab so help me I will drag you out myself." You half threatened as you organized some shirt boxes onto your kitchen table. The poor woman wanted to wrap some gifts for everyone and have Donnie come over to spend some time together.

But the projects he's doing have to be done. The poor guy was running to no sleep for over 24 hours and it's slowly killing you that he hasn't been taking care of himself like he's supposed to.

"But I had to-"

"No buts sir," Grabbing the roll of wrapping paper, you placed it on the table and picked up your phone. "Have you forgotten that you're supposed to be spending some time with me? I understand that the projects are important but, please, manage your time wisely."

"I'm sorry but my brain just short circuited when you said "sir," so I need you to repeat that." You could just hear him smirking through the phone and you can't help but laugh at the irony. "You know how much that gets me going."

"Well the only thing that's keeping you going is that third cup of coffee you're drinking right now." Funny enough, you could hear the poor turtle cough like he was choking on something.

"How did you know I was-"

"I know you, my love. We've been dating for two years now. If I don't know you by now, then I am living under a rock. I'm just as observant as you are."

With that you rolled out the wrapping paper, lined up the shirt box, and started cutting the paper with the scissors. Your focus was no longer apparent to the phone and tried to finish the several shirt boxes that needed to be done.

From the lab, Donnie could hear the paper being cut and he felt guilty. You both had planned to wrap gifts together and, here he was, so engrossed by work that he had forgotten about the plan you've both set up. It wasn't his fault for having seven projects in line.

"Darling, I'm sorry for forgetting. Leo has been nagging at me for not finishing this project and pretty much gave me a deadline. I don't know why he has to give me one when he has never done so in the beginning." He rambled as he heard you stop cutting. He knows how you are when you are focused on something, so he doesn't want to go into much detail when you are barely focusing on his words.

"Well, does he realize that his younger brother is lacking in sleep and food? When was the last time you ate a proper meal, baby?" She could just feel her man wince because of the pause that came after. "Donnie?"

"I had a pop tart!"

"That's not- Okay, mister, you better get your shell over here in ten minutes. If not, I am coming down there myself and giving your brother a lecture." That stern tone was evident and Donnie wasn't gonna test your authority.

Even though he's mainly the one that's in control.

With that thought in mind Donnie chuckled, he could just see you raising your brow. The woman knew that chuckle. She has heard it before and it made your heart race.

"You're so sexy when you take control like that, darling, but I think we both know who's in charge in the relationship." He smirked.

You hummed. "Right now it's me because you don't know when to take a break."

Donnie nods. "All right. You wanna act like a brat, I'll treat you like one."

"Wise words coming from someone saying it through a cellular device."

"That's it." He says as he exited out of his lab and went straight to the entrance of the lair. "If you're not naked by the time I get there, you're gonna get punished."

The woman laughed, she loves to irk him and get his blood pumping. Yet she can't help but to feel turned on by his words. "What if I'm not? What are you gonna do then, Sir?"

That bartone in his voice just went deep and she could feel her essence flowed out from her femininity. Oh, she could feel his cock deep inside her; mouth watering just thinking of all the ways he could do to her. His callused hands caressing and taking control of her body. He knew her weak points - knew where to press and have her come undone with just a touch of the fingertip.

She didn't realize that she whimpered just by these thoughts alone. This was what Donnie's specialty lie's from within: he could use the right words and have your mind racing with all the possibilities.

"Already whimpering for me, darling? How precious." His tone teasing, she could hear movement from his end and she knew he was on his way to her. "I can't wait to unwrap you, honey, just wait until I get my hands on you."

Y/N can't help but snicker as she watches the window through the dining area. As soon as the call ended, the woman locked the window so he couldn't get in. But, knowing him, he would unlock it with the gadgets he's carrying. That man has everything, and nothing will stop him from getting what he wants.

With that, her front facing the window, she continued cutting the paper and wrapped the boxes. It's been five minutes since the call ended and her heart was racing tenfold; adrenaline and anticipation coursing through her veins as she was constantly eyeing the window.

"Where is he?" She says as the silence throughout the apartment was deafening. Nothing could be heard, not even the creak of metal when he arrived. Sighing, she continues with her progress. "These gifts don't wrap themselves."

"Can I unwrap you instead?"

She almost screamed but a calloused hand went towards her mouth as Donnie turned her to face him, a smirk evident on his face. "You think that you can lock me out? You're sadly mistaken, darling. It's not the first time you've done this and, just like last time, you've forgotten your bedroom window."

Her eyes widened. How could she forget about her bedroom window?

His chuckle was deep and seductive as he leaned down to her neck. "It was like you were begging me to punish you, am I right?" When his woman whimpered, he had his answer. "I thought so. You just couldn't help yourself, can you? Just the thought of me ravishing you until there's nothing left turns you on doesn't it, pet.

"Having my cock down your throat, my fingers working wonders to you. Oh, don't get me started on the way my cock hits all the right spots when I pound inside you. No matter how many times you conceal those screams and moans, you just can't hold them in because you're just drowning in ecstasy." His hand left your lips and slowly trailed behind the nape of your neck, then he grasped your hair and pulled it back. "You love it when I take control like this, right pet? Tell me, darling, what exactly you so desire."

After that he took off his mask and wrapped it over your eyes, blocking your vision. The woman can't help but to swallow whatever was in her throat, her throat suddenly feels dry as he leaned towards her neck once again and left feather-like kisses.

"I-I want you, please." Y/N begged as his hazel eyes watched your every reaction, the aroma of your arousal filled his nostrils and he let out a deep groan from his chest.

"That's not good enough, darling. I need more of a description." He smirked as another whimper fell from your lips.

"Donatello, if you do not-" a gasp escaped you as you were turned again and now laid face down onto the table.

"This is not Donatello right now, pet. This is your professor and you do as I say, do you understand?" You bit your lip and you nodded. "Good girl. Now, let's get you naked since you haven't done as you were told."

Donnie stripped you until you were bare. The cold air made your nipples erect and your beloved made a hum of satisfaction.

"Look at you, darling. So beautiful and extravagant." He kissed her shoulder blade and slowly made his way down her spine. The woman's reactions to his touches were glorious; the way she shivered and her legs trembled with anticipation, Donnie couldn't help himself as he trailed his hand to her femininity. His fingertips made work with her flower and the woman spread her legs for him, wanting more contact.

But he broke apart from her and she whimpered. "What's wrong, pet? Disappointed that you can't get what you want." He teased as he placed his groin to her bottom, rocking and grinding as their moans of ecstasy rolled through them. "You could have this if you weren't such a brat."

A whimper-like cry escaped your lips as you shook your hips, teasing the man even further. "Stop screwing with me, Donnie! I'm trying to wrap gifts!"

A chuckle left him as he pulled away from her, a cold wave rushed through her as she realized what she had done. "That's it. I'm tying you up with some tinsel."

Oh, how she had regretted opening her big mouth. Tied and vulnerable, she cried out in ecstasy as the wave of release washed over her for the umpteenth time. His purple mask was soaked from her pleasurable tears, her legs shaking as his mouth devoured her flower like he hasn't had any water in days.

And she was his oasis. His safe haven that saved him from dying of thirst.

His churrs, growls, and groans traveled to her femininity and she couldn't help but tremble from the intensity.

Her hands tied above her head with the tinsel, legs spread, as sweat glistened from her body. The way his fingers worked inside her as his tongue moved like he was licking icing from his favorite snack, his woman can't help but mewl as another release was building. He could sense it, too. Like he has memorized her body language and she was one of his many experiments to work on.

"You better be counting how many times you've released, pet. I will give you a pop quiz, if you don't."

Oh, how she couldn't stand his pop quizzes. She always failed. He works her up so high and when he drops her, it hits hard - hard enough that she can't control her body anymore.

Her body was his to control.

He has her in his hands, not that she wants to escape but with the pop quiz. . . she's in danger.

"Judging by your reaction, you have lost count." Her body tensed up as she felt him smirk on her inner thigh. "Pop quiz, darling." She whimpered out in frustration, the poor woman can't escape them no matter how hard she tried.

"Like the last time, if you answer three questions correctly you will get a reward. First question," he says as he teased the spot inside of her, licking his lips as she whimpered. "What does DNA stand for?"

"Deoxyribonucleic acid."

"Correct." He praised as he sucked on her flower and she squealed in pleasure. "Second question: what is the most abundant gas in the Earth's atmosphere?"

The woman cried out as Donnie hit that one spot inside her; his finger worked magic, brutally hitting it as she tried to think of the answer to his question. He's not going to make this easy for her and she knows it.

With enough strength she could muster, she whimpered out, "N-Nitrogen."

"Correct, you're doing wonderfully." He slowed down his thrusts and she sighed with relief and frustration. "Final question: Who loves you the most?"

The woman smiled as her heart warmed with love and adoration. "Donatello."

She could feel the smile radiating from him as he pulled away. "Correct. Now, for your reward."

The blindfold was soon taken off of her and she had to adjust her sight. When her vision was adjusted she watched as Donnie slowly took off his belt, then unbuttoned his pants. Her mouth watered as he was soon fully naked before her and another whimper escaped her lips as he teased her flower with the tip of his cock.

"You look so beautiful, darling. I love you so much and I'm sorry for forgetting something so important. Let me make it up to you."

With that, he stretched her out like no man ever could.

She won't be walking or wrapping the rest of the gifts tonight.

Here's your prize! ^^

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[oozedninjas]

Fucking after they thought they lost you.

WARNINGS: NSFW | 18+ | thirtysomething ninja turtles | Drama? |

Leo holds you so tight it hurts. His thrusts are slow and sensual, sweet. Needy in a way that makes your heart ache. It's all soft moans, ragged breaths, and soft kisses ghosting your neck. Don't ever scare him like that again. Don't freakin' dare to leave. You belong here, warm and safe under him.

Raph kisses you as his very life hangs on your breath. Relentlessly bucking his hips, making sure to reach every sweet spot inside that pretty cunt until you're begging him to let you come. He will, so fuking good you'll be a mess when he's done with you, But first, you have to promise never to be that reckless again.

Donatello: What are the odds of a human surviving that? Little to zero, according to his calculations. Yet, here you are. And he’s learned something valuable: his heart is no longer only an internal organ. It's right here, in every breath you take, in the softness of your skin, in the beautiful way you squirm as he keeps abusing your clit. Fuck, he's never going through this again. He'll do better at keeping you safe.

Mikey: The tip of his cock kisses the softest part inside you as he keeps your legs wide open, rubbing his lower half over your clit as he moves. It feels so fucking good you don't care if you're drooling. Mikey bites your shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut as he focuses on the warmth of your walls sucking him deeper, needier—

"I'm close- "

"I know, I can feel it. Let go, angel— come for me,"

All the worries are drowned right there. You're here. You're his, you'll never be at such a risk again, it's a promise.

[faith-forgxtten-land]

Come to Bed | Donatello

this started with the idea of seducing donnie into healthy sleeping patterns and then just. spiralled from there. i didn't really have a specific iteration in mind but reading it back, it definitely fits bayverse most, i think, so that's what i'll categorise it under!

warnings: NSFW, swearing, general filthiness? gender neutral reader, everyone is 18+!!

summary: there is only one way to get donnie to come to bed (two if you count blackmail)

word count: 2411

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It’s nearly 3am and your eyelids feel heavy, eyes glassy and beginning to ache just a little, and Donnie is still not in bed. You look at the empty space beside you, cold and untouched, and kick the covers off your bare legs. The air is cool, goosebumps raising the moment you abandon the comfort of bed, and you almost regret getting up as your feet hit the freezing floor.

Donnie is so lucky you love him and care for his health.

He's exactly where you'd left him hours before, sitting hunched over a desk in his lab, and you wonder briefly if turtles with their shells can suffer the same complications as humans with poor posture. Perhaps you'll force him to join you and Mikey for your bi-weekly yoga sessions. “Donnie?”

The terrapin doesn't so much as flinch, instead burying his face further into a screen that is already way too close to his face. Oh, his prescription is definitely going to need updating soon, you think amusedly. You clear your throat, attempting your best grumpy Raph impersonation. “Oi, four-eyes.”

Now Donnie does flinch, beak nearly crashing into his monitor, glasses slipping as he salvages his precious technology from being assaulted by his face and spinning in his seat to glower at whoever dared disturb him. He relaxes when he realises it's just you, shooting you a scowl that's devoid of any real heat. “You need to stop doing that voice, it's creepy.”

You grin at him, noting the exact moment he registers what you're wearing – or, rather, what you're not wearing. His eyes go wide and his lips part, scowl melting like ice doused in salt. He swallows thickly. “You're meant to be a ninja,” you tease, stepping slowly into his space and letting his hands fall to your waist before they curl around your back as he pulls you close, palms flattening against your spine. “You can't hear when one measly human is behind you?”

“You are so mean to me,” Donnie says instead of answering.

“We both know you like it. Besides,” you look down at your naked skin, his own eyes following your pointed gaze eagerly. “I think I'm being pretty kind, actually. Someone was meant to come to bed three hours ago and ravish me, but apparently, I'm not more interesting than,” you peer over his shoulder as best you can, squinting at the tiny squiggles. Lips pursed, you look at your boyfriend flatly, not bothering to finish your sentence.

“I can explain.”

“World of Warcraft? Really, Donatello?”

He winces at the full name. “I wasn’t playing for long,” he defends himself. “I’ve been looking over some things Leo asked for since this morning, I was just taking a break.”

“Taking a break means coming to bed and not staring at a screen for even longer.” Softer, you add, “I’ve been waiting for you for hours.”

You run your hands up the bumpy skin of his muscled arms, over scars and rough tissue that you’ve pressed kisses to countless times, to rest upon his shoulders. A small part of you is resentful, but the larger, kinder part of you is concerned; his eyes are bloodshot to the extreme, and exhaustion is etched deep into the lines of his face. You dig your nails in and massage a little roughly, feeling those worried knots and doing your best to soothe them with gentle palms.

It hits him then, just exactly what he’d missed out on by getting caught up, and his shoulders sag under the tender weight of your caress, twitchy energy that can keep him up for days deserting him instantly. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs quietly.

You smile at him, fond and warm, one hand trailing upwards to cup his jaw. “It’s okay.” His skin is something you’ll never get tired of touching, you think, as you rub your thumb over the swell of his cheek. You pinch him a little, coy and mean the way you know he loves, before soothing it with a whisper of a kiss when he hisses playfully. “Although, you’ll have to make it up to me.”

“And what is my punishment?” he asks dryly, guilt pushed aside to indulge in your teasing as you lean closer to hide your smirk in the crook of his neck.

“You’ll be in bed by 11 p.m. sharp every night for the next week.” You can tell an objection is on the tip of his tongue, and you fix your teeth along his throat in warning. “I’ve already cleared everything with Splinter and Leo.” 

Donnie sighs both in pleasure and in resignation. “Are you trying to seduce me into having healthy sleeping patterns?”

You start to kiss his neck, soft grazes of your lips against his scaled skin. “Maybe. Is it working?”

“Well—”

“If the answer isn’t yes, I’ll be very offended and I’ll be forced to dump you,” you add airily, tongue flicking leisurely over his rapid pulse. “You're incredibly lucky I haven't already for ditching me for World of fucking Warcraft.”

“Oh, blackmail too. Lucky me,” Donnie mutters, but it’s full of mirth and he doesn't push his luck any further.

You grin against his skin, and you grin even wider when he starts as your teeth scrape along the column of his throat. His hands have a bruising grip on your hips, and you bite down harder just to feel his grip tighten.

“You’re such a tease,” he whines, unable to stop himself bucking up into you. His breathing has turned to panting, short and desperate gasps that make heat curl in your stomach, and you trail your nails down the keratin of his plastron slowly.

“You love it,” you murmur coyly, fingers brushing against the elastic of his waistband mischievously. “And you deserve it.”

Donnie curses loudly, head falling back as you pull on that elastic just to let it snap back against him. His pants are soaking, and you feel that familiar rush of smug satisfaction as you slot your knee between his thighs. It does terrible things to your ego seeing him like this; it makes you drunk and dizzy seeing him drenched and needy for you, and you groan under your breath as he grinds against you. 

“Please,” he whimpers.

You hum as casually as you can. “Please what?”

“Fuck, please, I need you—” He cuts himself off with a loud cry of your name as you slide two fingers past his waistband and into his dripping cloaca.

“Keep going.”

He’s quick to turn into a blubbering mess, drool running down his chin and words slurring as he babbles and begs you to continue finger-fucking him. “Don’t stop, please—yes, yes, right there, there, fuck—”

Your fingers pump in and out, scissoring inside him at a harsh pace you know he likes. He’s sopping wet but that doesn’t stop the tiny spikes of pain mixing deliriously with pleasure as you stretch him wide without warning. You can feel his slick coating your hand, running down your skin and over your knuckles, and he only gushes more when you add a third digit.

“Faster, faster,” he chants shakily, almost sobbing when you slow instead. 

“You’re so tight, baby,” you purr. “I wouldn’t wanna hurt you.”

He’s definitely sobbing now. “I can take it, please, please.”

“Oh?” You curl your fingers and fuck him harder and faster, just the way he wants. His cock is there, thick and heavy and ready to drop, and he shudders as you brush softly against it.

His voice is choked as he calls your name again. "Gonna drop, please–”

Your laugh is light and a little cruel and it makes him wail, the sound overflowing with need and desperation. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh god,” Donnie gasps as your fingers rub along his length still tucked inside, a fresh wave of slick trickling down to your wrist.

“I would’ve been kind,” you tell him nonchalantly, kissing his temple and huffing another laugh when he can’t stop his hips from grinding into you, body begging you to bury your fingers deeper inside him. “But you’ve been such a bad boy.”

He drops with a guttural groan followed by a pathetic whimper, gasping apologies feebly.

You sigh and pull your hand back, your resolve faltering just a little when Donnie whines and cries louder at the action. “You’re being very bad tonight, baby.”

He’s still wearing his pants and you roll your lips to hide a smile as he tugs them down frantically, his cock finally free in the air. His hands grip the arms of his chair so hard that you swear you hear them creak, desperate to touch himself but not wanting to disobey you any further. It’s a bit late to play innocent and good now, and you shoot him an unimpressed look that makes his jaw clench. “Please,” Donnie breathes.

Your hand is still soaked, and you watch him watch you as you raise your fingers to your lips, sticky tendrils trembling as you rub your fingertips together before parting them slowly. Eyes fixed on his, you glide your tongue over his slick, sucking gently and exhaling quietly at the flavour that blooms over your tastebuds. The arms of the chair are definitely creaking now, and you smile coyly as his cock twitches.

“Please.”

As much as you love teasing him into a pathetic frenzy, you remember his weary eyes and decide to put him out of his misery. There’ll be plenty of time to punish Donnie the way he deserves later – lots of edging and whining and begging and very little relief. For now, you’ll give him what he wants.

You kneel between his legs, coquettish as you glance up at him through your lashes; he’s working his jaw, teeth clenched and eyes darting wildly as he barely holds himself together. Grasping his hard cock in your hand, slick and heavy, you begin to pump slowly.

The chirps and churrs that escape him are whining and full of ecstasy, his eyes fluttering as you squeeze your palms around his thick length, hands twisting with an obscene squelch at every stroke. The lab is quiet apart from the wet pumping and his throaty groans, and you wonder if his moaning will be loud enough to wake the others. It wouldn’t surprise you, and the thought makes your hand move faster as you rub your thumb over the sensitive head of his cock.

Donnie can’t stop the stutter of his hips, head falling back. “Fuck.” He swears louder as your lips suckle his tip, your name a rasping prayer spilling from his mouth. You flick your tongue, tasting the slightly bitter flavour of his precum and just how soaked he is, evidence of what you do to him coating your face, and he cries noisily when you suddenly take another few inches into your mouth and swallow around him. He’s hitting the back of your throat, and he feels like he’s about to faint from how tight and warm you feel.

A wave of embarrassment hits him as you pull back and smirk, his head still pressed against your flirtatious smile while you continue to work him with your hands. “Please,” he begs for what feels like the hundredth time that night.

“You’re so good at begging,” you praise, eyes sparkling when it makes him moan lewdly. Oh, that definitely woke someone up. He’s back to bucking his hips and because you’re so kind, you let him dictate the pace as you continue pumping.

“So close,” he breathes shakily. “I’m so close, please.”

“Please, what?”

His eyes roll back, and the arms of his chair finally give way, crumbling under his crushing grip as impressions of his hands mould into the metal. Donnie doesn’t stop rocking and whimpering. “Please let me come.”

You kiss the head of his cock once more, delighting in the way he tremors at the whisper of touch. “Be a good boy and come for me, Donatello.”

There’s nothing Donnie loves more than being good for you and he shows this by coming undone the second his name leaves your lips, body jolting and convulsing like he's been struck by lightning as you continue to milk his cock while his orgasm wracks through him. Your face is completely covered, ropes of his come painting your skin as he groans pitifully, the sound agonised and mewling. 

It’s almost silent for a few moments, the only noises are Donnie’s wheezing pants and whimpers of oversensitivity, and you watch him quietly. He’s so beautiful like this, blissed out, stress a stranger rather than a constant companion, and you wish you could both stay like this.

The moment is over too soon as the terrapin manages to open his eyes blearily, although they nearly shut again in dizzying satisfaction when he catches sight of your come-smeared cheeks. It’s dripping down your chin, threatening to spill down your neck and to your chest, and a part of you wants to leave it, relishing in the way Donnie is entirely transfixed, but you scoop what you can on your fingers and bring the sticky threads to your mouth instead.

Donnie’s lips part and his breath hitches and it’s your turn to shut your eyes in pleasure, eyes rolling and unable to stop a soft groan as you lick and swallow what he’s given you. “Mean,” he accuses again when you finally open your eyes, and you grin at how faint he sounds.

“Just for you,” you agree and he churrs instinctively, flushing as you snicker. He’s so cute, you think fondly, letting him reach out and grasp you closer, seeking comfort. And so easy.

“I think I need that nap now,” Donnie tells you weakly, and you huff another laugh against his sweaty skin, tasting salt and nuzzling further into him. 

You press a loving kiss to his shoulder and reluctantly pull back. “Shower then bed, come on.” His legs are shaky, and you purse your lips to stop from chuckling as he stumbles like a newborn lamb, begrudgingly relenting to leaning against you. “Poor Bambi,” you tease, brushing your lips against his plastron in a loving caress when he grumbles playfully. 

Hopefully, no one has been awoken by your night-time activities and, if they have, you hope they’re not up and roaming because you’d really rather not have to bump into any of Donnie’s family with his come still coating your face.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

First Time (18+)

Bayverse!Donatello x reader

A/N: Damn, I think this is my longest one ever. Big time Donnie love!💜

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Donatello is more than a little nervous about the thought of having sex with you, not trusting his own abilities, but with some reassurance and guidance from you, he rises to the occasion.

Warnings: A more angsty build up that I had planned, unprotected sex, Donnie having his first time with you💜

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To say that Donatello was an amazing boyfriend, wasn’t enough to do him justice. He was fantastic! The sweetest and most genuine guy you had ever met. He was attentive and treated you well. Sure, he might be a mutant turtle that lived in the sewer, yet he was the best boyfriend you had ever had. Whether that spoke of your former poor taste in guys, or just the general low bar for human men you did not know. But you knew for a fact that Donatello was one of the best things that had ever happened in your life.

Donatello would say the exact same thing about you. You were not just the best thing that had ever happened to him, but a dream come true. Before meeting you, he had never actually believed that he would get to experience something so good. Just as he had accepted his fate as a lonely mutant turtle that would spend his days alone in hiding with his brothers, you came along and changed his life for good.

The friendship the two of you shared was just what you needed. You may not fully understand everything Donnie had going on inside his lab, but you listened nonetheless, finally giving a much needed ear to his thoughts and inventions. He in turn provided you with a safe space to go to, whenever your life became a little too much.

During those years of friendship you and Donnie grew close in ways none of you had experienced before. Not even his brothers could read him as well as you did, and you in turn had never thought that anyone would understand you as well as Donnie did. So therefore it was only expected that stronger feelings would blossom.

When you and Donnie started dating, it felt natural. Just like your first kiss. It just came naturally to the two of you. No grad gestures and no confusion. Both you and Donnie knew what it meant, and you were just happy to be with someone that understood you so well.

But if there was one thing that didn’t come as naturally to you and Donnie, it was sex. Actually, it didn’t come naturally to Donnie. You didn’t blame him. The poor guy had lived most of his life, convincing himself that sex would never be something he would get to experience. So when you and Donnie started dating and kissing, and the first thought of sex came up, Donnie started overthinking. You were a human that had had sexual experiences with other humans before, and he was a mutant turtle who had his hand as the closest thing to a former sexual partner.

It didn’t mean that Donatello didn’t want sex, because oh boy, did he want to! He was just nervous. Really nervous. It was almost nerve racking to believe that he could actually have sex, let alone with someone as beautiful as you. And you understood. You really did. You took the time to sit with him and talk it through, making sure he felt heard and comfortable, especially talking about a subject like that. What did he feel? What did he fear? What was he excited about?

Other than the general confusion and trauma that came from accepting your fate of loneliness, you learned that Donatello feared not the action of sex itself, but how he would act. More specifically, he was nervous and overthinking, because he did not know what to do. Where should he put his hands? What was he supposed to say? And the thought that haunted him the most; if he didn’t do good, would you leave him? All very valid fears for a mutant turtle, who did not even dare to dream of being with a human.

You took Donnie’s hands in yours and told him it was okay. He was allowed to be nervous and overthink, and he was allowed to not know what to do. You told him that you loved him, and you wouldn’t leave him if he didn’t make you feel good the first time, nor the time after that. Humans too would be nervous before their first time, and it was very normal not to be satisfied the first time.

And after that conversation, you and Donnie slowly started preparing for your first time together. With Donnie being a totally different species than you, he started preparing you for what you could expect. He told you where his cloaca was located and how it worked, along with other parts of the turtle anatomy you may or may not have known already. You in turn did the same. You told him where humans liked to be touched and answered his questions about human anatomy. And it calmed Donnie down. It calmed him down enough, to the point he dared to ask if he could touch your breast.

The make out session that came from that, was one unlike any you ever had had with Donatello. With his hands groping your breast, you were at a shock of naturally good your sweet tech boyfriend was at this. You had expected him to be more unsure, but you soon learned that when he had the confidence he could do anything. Making you moan against his lips while he played with your nipples, this guy did not know what talent he possessed.

This unlocked a new area of your relationship, that you and Donatello carefully explored. Make out sessions became more common, with hands exploring and building up the courage, going a little further each time, until one night Donnie told you he wanted to try.

“Are you sure?”, you asked. You were sitting in his room, you in his lap with your arms around his neck, still breathing heavily after the heated kiss the two of you had just shared. One of his hands was in the back of your neck, playing with your hair, while the other rested on your ass, squishing you through your pants.

“I’m sure”, Donnie answered, watching you through hooded eyes. The hand on the back of your neck crept to the side of your face, letting Donnie’s thumb glide across the corner of your mouth. “I really want to try”.

You nodded your head, biting your lip with a smile, before letting Donnie close the space between you once more. Your lips dancing together as your tongues slowly found each other, letting a small moan escape you, as you felt the vibrating churr being in Donnie’s chest. You had heard that sound quite a few times now, and each time you loved it more and more.

Your hands moved from Donnie’s neck, and down to the top of his plastron, enjoying the feeling of his vibrating chest through your fingers. You moved your lips to his chin, making your to his neck, feeling the hand on your ass pull you closer. Donnie’s breathing was heavy, his chest moving as he felt you work your lips around his neck.

Donnie’s hands found your waist, dipping under your shirt to feel the warmth of your smooth skin against his rough palms. You took this as a sign, removing your lips from Donnie’s neck to take off your shirt. This made Donnie move his hands to your breast, palming them through your bra as you reached back to unhook it. The breathy curse that left Donnie’s mouth once your bra was off, went straight to your core, making you clench around empty air. And Donnie could smell it. The scent of your arousal was strong, making him slightly dizzy.

Donnie nuzzled his head against your neck, pressing kisses against your skin like you had done to him, enjoying every sound that left your mouth and the feeling of your hands on his shoulders. His hands moved from your breast to your pants, where he tried to undo them, only to grow frustrated at the small buttons in his big fingers.

“Want me to take them off?”, you asked, gliding a hand up his neck.

“Please”, Donnie answered, bringing your hips close to him once more.

Donatello watched, with his head resting on your shoulder, through the valley between your breasts, as you undid your pants. Once you got them past your waits he helped you, sliding them off of your legs before throwing them somewhere in his room, leaving you in nothing but underwear on his lap.

“Shit”, he moaned, his heart raising once more as yet another wave of your arousal hit his nose, stronger than before. He hooked his thumbs into the straps of your underwear, his eyes finding yours to ask for permission. Breathless you nodded, lifting your hips to make it easy for him to pull your damp underwear down your legs.

The sight of you naked on Donnie’s lap was enough to make him moan. Your cheeks were already getting pink, and your pupils were just as blown out as his. The best way Donatello could describe the sight in front of him was; hot. So fucking hot.

He kneeled your hips, biting his lips before he asked; “Can I… Will you show me… Will you let me finger you?”

Once again, Donnie’s words went straight between your legs. The way he looked at you and the way he spoke. Needy and so ready to try. You loved every second of it.

“Of course you can”, you answered him, before bringing him in for another needy kiss. You took one of his hands in yours, guiding it down between your legs, helping one of his fingers glide through your folds, letting him feel the wetness that had built up. Donnie shivered, letting a whimper against your lips. You couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling from his lips, finding his reaction adorable.

“You feel that?”, you asked him, letting his finger glide through once more. Donnie nodded, letting out a small shuttering yes. “That’s all because of you, Donnie”. Your boyfriend cursed once more, his face showing frustration and absolute bliss.

You moved his thumb to your clit, guiding him on how to circle his finger around your small bundle of nerves.

“Like this?”, Donnie asked, watching your facial expression as he worked his fingers on you.

“Yes”, you breathed out, arching your back enjoying the feeling of his thick thumb on you. “Just like that, Donnie”.

Donatello bite his lip, watching your face closely, while remembering the things you had told him about the human body. How humans liked to be touched. How you liked to be touched. And with that thought in mind he wrapped his other arm around your waist, holding you close and still, while his index finger glided through your folds once more, before finding your entrance. He slowly pushed his finger in, sighing in delight at how tight you felt around his finger. You moaned, leaning your head back, happy that Donnie had wrapped his hand around to stabilize you.

“Fuck, Donnie”, you moaned, feeling how his finger went further in.

“Is it good?”, he asked, brows knotting together, biting his lips as he felt the familiar feeling from his cloaca, threatening to let dick drop.

“Yes, Donnie”, you moaned, your legs shaking against his. “Please, move them Donnie. Like this”. You held up your hand, showing your boyfriend how to move his fingers inside you. Donnie nodded, doing just as you showed him, moving his fingers in and out of you while his thumb rolled against your clit. You moaned, dropping your head against Donnie’s shoulder. He moved his fingers faster, feeling you move and shake against him, every moan from your mouth sounding like sweet music in his ears. He continued like this, feeling you tighten around his finger, your climax inching closer and closer until you came around his fingers with a loud moan.

When Donnie removed his fingers from your used cunt, he could not resist the urge to bring them to his mouth, sucking them off in front of you. The look in your eyes and the way you smelled told him everything he needed to know. You enjoyed it. All of it. He brought your lips back to his, your tongues finding each other. You moaned at the slight taste of you in his mouth.

Donnie pulled from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, listening to your heavy breathing, feeling it against his face. “Can I do it?”

“Do what, Donnie?”, you asked, your hands smoothing over his shoulders and biceps.

“Can I fuck you?”

You nodded, too stunned to speak. Once again, you had not expected Donatello to be so straight forward, having thought he would be way more shy.

Donnie took your lips in for another kiss while he slowly laid you down on your back. Once your back was flat against the mattress, he started moving his clothed crotch against you, moaning against your lips as he felt himself getting closer to his drop. You whimpered against his lip, almost begging him to take his pants off. Finally he sat up and undid his pants in full view of you. He pulled his pants off along with his boxers, before climbing back on top of you, feeling your legs close around him the best they could, bringing his cloaca to meet your wet center.

“Can I drop into you?”, Donnie asked, his lips ligering against yours, his hands moving from your hips, up your sides to your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

“Yes, Donnie”, you moaned, buckling your hips against his, causing him to moan, feeling himself tipping on the edge before finally dropping down in front of your entrance. To his surprise, you were the one to move your hand down between the two of you, taking his cock in your hand moving it to your opening before pushing it in closely.

Donatello moaned, his head falling down beside yours, your cunt hugging him tightly as he sunk further in. You kissed the side of his face, whispering sweet nothing as he sunk in as far as he could. He stayed there for a moment, letting you and himself adjust to the feeling of him inside of you. You were a tight fit for him, but he couldn’t deny it felt good.

“Donnie, please move”, you moaned, moving your hips under him. Donnie wrapped an arm under your shoulder so he could bring you even closer to you, resting his forehead against yours once more as he slowly began to move, moaning and cursing in delight over the feeling.

His thrusts started out slow and soft, until you told him it was okay to go harder and faster, to which Donnie obliged. He cursed, one of his hands grabbing on to the bedding beside your head, enjoying this knew feeling around his cock.

“Fuck”, he breathed into your ear, causing tingles to erupt in your stomach. “It feels good, (Y/N). Fucking good”.

Your hand found his face, stroking his cheek making him look you in the eye. The sigh was enough to make both of you shiver.

“Wanna go faster?”, you asked him. Donnie nodded, his lips slightly agasp. “Go as fast as you want to. Fuck me as fast as you want, Donnie”.

And that was all your boyfriend needed. Every trace of nervousness Donnie had showed you during your first conversation about sex disappeared, leaving behind what you could only describe as a feast for the eyes. Donnie was concentrated, his brows frowning, his pupils wide as his muscles flexed before he let loose against you. You gasped and moaned loud, grabbing onto Donnie’s shoulders as he thrusted faster and harder into you. He was rougher than you had thought he would be, but you found it to be a pleasant surprise.

But then Donnie did something you never saw coming for his first time. He took one of your legs, hooking it over his arm before thrust into you even deeper than before. This new angle caused you to arch your back in ecstasy, as he continuously hit the sweet spot inside of you. It didn’t take long like this, before you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach as you clung closer around Donnie.

“Donnie!”, you moaned out, your pitch higher than he ever had heard it before, making him growl in delight. “Donnie, I’m close!”

Donnie did not answer you. Instead he dipped his head down to your neck, where he started nipping at your skin, his hips working against you like a piston. He wanted you to cum around him, washing away every fear he ever had about not making you feel good. And you knew. You knew your boyfriend, and you knew what he was thinking. And as he started groaning and biting your earlobe, you couldn’t hold back anymore, almost screaming his name as you came for him once more.

Donnie moved both hands down to your hips, holding you still as he started chasing his own high, helping you ride out your own in the meantime. As he moaned louder and louder as he got close, his thrust became more and more erratic. Finally he came, pushing himself all the way into you as he shot out his white ropes, letting out a moan better than porn star you ever heard.

Once down from his high, Donnie pulled out of you, before slumping down next to you, sweaty and out of breath, his dick still out in the open.

He looked at you, his eyes tired yet full of love, making you feel warm in so many ways. “Was it good?”

“Are you crazy?”, you asked, smiling brighter than any stare Donnie had seen. “It was amazing, Donnie!”

Donnie chuckled, wrapping an arm around you to pull you close against his plastron, giving you a kiss before resting his forehead against yours once more, a smirk spreading on his pretty lips. “Does that mean you’re up for another around after a quick nap?”

[citruswriter]

Yandere Bayverse Turtles x Receptive Darling

Listen in with me! ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

Warnings: Yandere, dark themes, obsession, unhealthy relationship.

A/N: Gonna give the turtles with different kinds of receptive darlings so be prepared for that. Mlem.

Leonardo x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Violence, blood, degrading, mentions of carving into Reader's flesh, begging, mentions of marking.

You feed into his ego so badly. Like it's gone so far that you wouldn't even be able to THINK about leaving at this point.

You lived by yourself in New York City. You were "strong & independent". But when Leo came in and started manipulating you to be his damsel in distress, you welcomed the advances.

Of course, you're not dumb. You knew exactly what he was doing. You could tell he was manipulating you, that he was utterly obsessed. But it felt so nice to have somebody fawn over you. To have somebody want to pamper you and do everything for you.

You'd take any chance you could to just pout or cry and fling yourself into his arms. You could tell it did wonders for his ego. The victorious grin, the glimmer in his eye.

Oh and he thought he was so slick too. He didn't realize what you were doing until one day he overheard you and April talking in the kitchen.

"(Y/N), you need to get out while you still can. Leo's utterly obsessed with you! You're so clueless but he's manipulating you." She said in a worried, hushed tone. He wasn't expecting your response.

"Oh I know full and well what he's doing." You replied with a giggle.

April stood gawking at you. "If you know then why don't you leave? You still have a chance to escape!" She said, trying desperately to reason with you.

"And why would I do that? You said it yourself, he's utterly obsessed with me! Try finding a man like that these days." You shot back, rolling your eyes.

"That's not what I mean and you know that. He treats you like this porcelain doll. He wants you to be his little... damsel in distress or something. Fully reliant on him". As much as April loved Leo, even she could see how unhinged he was with you.

"April I'm not stupid. I know exactly what he's doing. I'm letting him do it. It's so nice to be able to just turn off my brain and be his little fragile doll". You said with a little sigh and April shook her head.

"For fucks sake. You're just as obsessed as he is! You're both deranged!" She exclaimed before leaving.

"So you love turning your brain off around me, hm?" He'd question, startling you. You'd bite your lip and bat your eyelashes up at him. "Yea, and?"

The two of you become inseparable after that day. He demands you quit your job and move in and you do just that.

Everytime somebody tries to "save" you, you run and hide behind your lover, shouting about how they know nothing and that they're just jealous.

Since you're so compliant, he let's you wander around in the real world (but only at night) while he follows from a distance.

Heaven forbid somebody flirt with you.

It's not that they have to worry about Leo. Oh no they need to worry about you.

You love seeing Leo get angry and jealous. You're such a manipulative little shit.

You'll lead the poor lad on before coming back home and pouting, telling Leo that some guy tried to take you away from him. That it was so terrifying and you really thought that you were in danger.

Leo will come home, coated in blood, and all you'll do is giggle and kiss him.

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When he confronted you in the kitchen after your conversation with April, he had to restrain himself from taking you in the kitchen right then and there.

"You're a little minx, aren't you?" He growled out and you just brushed the palms of your hands over his plastron. "Not at all. I just enjoy being spoiled by you".

He took you to his room, slinging you over his shoulder, and fucked you til you were cockdumb.

You kept begging him to mark you, so everybody could know you were his. If you hadn't inflated his ego before, you certainly were now.

You love him fucking you after he's killed somebody for you. Seeing him come home all splattered in blood just gets you all hot n bothered.

Leo finds it amusing. He thinks it's so cute that his darling gets all horny from it. He can smell your arousal almost immediately as you eye him up and down.

You love just randomly straddling him and making out with him while you grind against him. Bonus points if he places his hands on your thighs.

He knows your body inside and out and you love it. Sometimes you'll be a brat on purpose just so he can remind you of that fact.

You also love it when he gets jealous. You might get your outside privileges revoked for a bit but you love flirting with other people just so he'll drag you back home and fuck you all night.

He'll make sure you remember who you belong to. He knows exactly what you're doing. Knows you did it on purpose just to piss him off.

He'll bully you and degrade you as he fucks you numb. "Such a slut aren't you? Could've just asked me to fuck you but you wanna be a whore instead. What do you think you're doing flirting with other men? You're mine, darling. Mine. I'll carve my name onto your skin if I have to. But you'd probably enjoy that, wouldn't you? You're such a slut for me".

Can and will make you scream his name until your throat goes hoarse.

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

Raphael x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, forced voyeurism, breeding, creampie, marking.

You love making him chase you. Cat and mouse is one of your favorite games apparently.

Raph isn't exactly one to manipulate. He's one to demand. You're his. No this is not up for debate.

The two of you were close buddies for months, courtesy of being April's roommate.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't been crushing on him but you didn't exactly expect him to kidnap you.

So when you woke up in his bedroom all chained up with Raph stroking your hair, you were more than surprised.

You yelped in shock and tried to push him away in a panic. "Raphael what the actual fuck?! Couldn't you just ask me out like a normal fucking person?"

"No. I couldn't risk you rejecting me. You're mine. We clear?" He'd growl back, trying to assert dominance and intimidate you.

He's shocked when you pull a bobby pin out of your hair and start picking the locks of your chains free. "I would have said yes, fucking idiot". You'd reply with a roll of your eyes.

You guess living rent free isn't too bad. But eventually you get bored. You love Raph but gosh. There's nothing to do!

So you make a run for it. Raph's pissed, of course. How could you do this to him? Couldn't you just accept that you were his?

You managed to escape him for a solid three days, where he finds you in some random guy's apartment.

Raph wasted no time busting the door in and beating the living shit out of the other guy that no doubt touched his darling.

"Finally! Took you long enough. I was starting to think you didn't actually love me." You said with a pout, arms crossed.

Raph isn't taken off guard easily but here you were, doing exactly that to him.

"Wait... I thought you tried to escape?" He questioned, tone somewhere in between annoyed and confused.

"I didn't try. I did escape. Temporarily. But I wanted you to find me. Come on, the lair is so boring sometimes. I just decided to spice things up a little. I knew exactly what I was doing. I left a trail on purpose." You'd smirk over at him before demanding he pick you up like the spoiled brat you are.

Eventually he'd just chuckle and kiss you. "So you want to dance with danger, huh darling?" He'd question.

"Only if it's with you." You'd all but purr back.

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He'd fuck you in that apartment right then and there, he doesn't care if the guy he just beat is still alive and watching.

He loves it too. Every time you get bored and decide it's time for him to chase you, he'd fuck you in front of whichever poor fellow had fallen victim to your games this time.

"Bet you wish you could fuck them half as good, huh? Hate to break to you pal, but you'll never be able to fill them up like I can".

And as if to prove his point, he'd make you describe how good it felt. Poor lad would just sit there, crying and upset as you just babbled out how great he felt.

How full you were, how big he was, how great your body felt in that moment as you all but begged him to breed you and claim you as his all over again.

Angry sex is something you have a lot too. You're such a little shit. You love pissing him off just so he'll tie or chain you up and fuck you till your leaking with his cum.

Beg him to mark you and he'll be over the moon. Bite marks, scratches, bruises, all of them. If he wasn't obsessed beforehand, he is now.

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

Donatello x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Stalking, violence, blood, forced voyeurism, marking, begging, orgasm denial, somnophilia, Reader gets roofied, creampie, breeding, pregnancy mention.

Donatello is a master at manipulation.

Unfortunately for him, so are you.

Donnie denies his obsession for you at first. But as he finds himself stalking you more, putting tiny cameras in your apartment, putting a tracking device on you without your knowledge, the more he starts to realize that he's absolutely obsessed with you.

The first time he tries to manipulate or gaslight you you just turn your head to him in shock and confusion before laughing at him.

"Oh Donnie! Please! Don't think I don't realize what you're doing." You'd muse, making him curse internally.

"I don't know what you're talking about, (Y/N)." He'd say casually with a shrug of his shoulders. But he'd watch you as a mischievous smirk would crawl it's way onto your face.

"Oh you wanna play that game, huh? Alright. I'll humor you". You'd purr out.

The next several times Donnie would attempt to manipulate or gaslight you, you'd gently call it out. But that wasn't all. Oh no. You started doing it back.

It became almost like a game between the two of you to see who could successfully manipulate the other one first.

Unfortunately for you though, as patient as Donnie is, his patience isn't infinite. Especially after you make the fatal mistake of getting a partner.

You come to his lab the next day and he cages you against one of his tables, towering over you in a way that made your heart race.

"Enough of the games. You're mine, understand?". He'll growl out and you give that mischievous smirk once more.

"No I don't think I do. See, you took too long Donatello. Your loss. Sorry". You were doing this on purpose, he'd realize. You wanted him to lose control. You wanted him to go feral, to make those threats.

He'd chuckle and grab your chin, jerking your head up to look at him. "Oh you're cute if you think I'll take no for an answer, darling". He'll reply with, causing you to bite your lip and give him innocent doe eyes.

"Leave them or I'll kill them in front of you". He demanded and you just gave a sadistic giggle. "Promise?"

Poor guy didn't see the light of day ever again.

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True to his word, he didn't take no for an answer. When you went home, he snuck into your apartment.

You put on a real show. Really you did. You flirted with your partner, kissing their cheek and letting them feel you up.

They went to kiss you on the mouth but Donnie ripped them away from you, picking them up by the throat and tossing them to the ground.

Your partner would find no solace in you however. They'd beg you for help but all you did was stand there giggling as Donnie beat them.

But Donnie wouldn't kill them. Oh no. He had other plans. He'd bend you over the counter and fuck you in front of your poor partner. Drilling into you from behind as your partner just laid in a pool of their own blood, sobbing from the pain.

He'd fuck you until you were almost over the edge before stopping, making you sob and beg for him to keep going. He'd grip your hips til they bruised, relishing the sound of your pleads.

"Who do you belong to, hm? Say it. Say you're mine, and I'll give you anything you want." He'd softly demand, tugging at your hair to pull your head back so he could nuzzle your neck and breath your intoxicating scent in.

"Y-You. I belong to you Donnie. Only you. I'm all yours, Donnie. Please. Please let me cum on your cock. Please Donnie I need it." You'd all but babble out, causing Donnie to chuckle condescendingly down at you.

"Good pet. You're mine". Is all he'd coo out before fucking your wet hole once more until you finally came on him, a whine being ripped from your throat as he fucked you through your orgasm until he finally came himself.

Donnie loves marking you, especially with bruises.

He also loves hearing you beg as he slings your legs over his shoulders and makes you squirm and sob in a way that only he can.

We already head canon this man as being a somnophile but it's so much worse if he's a yandere. Mans will legit roofie you just so he can fuck your unconscious body for several rounds. The only evidence upon waking up being his cum that's slick against your thighs.

If it's possible for him to get you pregnant, he absolutely will. Get you full and round with his babies. Now you can never leave him.

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

Mikey x Reader 💛/🩷

Warnings: Bondage, begging, marking, exhibitionism, pregnancy mention, breeding.

Mikey is probably the "best" yandere to have. He's super fun loving and laid back.

Unfortunately for the world, you're a little sadist.

You two are an absolute power couple and you're just as obsessed with him as he is with you.

Ya'll both love talking shit too.

This man will literally hold you with one arm in such a way that you might as well be the angel sitting on his shoulder.

You'll lean in and whisper gossip into his ear with a sadistic smirk and he'll just smirk back at you, maybe chide you for being mean, but kiss you none the less and tell you that he loves how your mind works.

Believe it or not, you were the one that asked him out. He was ecstatic when his darling was the one to make the first move. He was even more so when it quickly became clear that you were just as crazy obsessed as he was.

The two of you are an unstoppable force and it's almost impossible to see one of you without the other being close behind.

The two of you are so clingy with each other, always touching or intertwined in some way.

You bring out a darker side to Mikey. The way your twisted mind indulges and encourages those darker yandere thoughts in him is so dangerous but so delicious.

He's also super possessive. Don't get me wrong, he'll give you your space and he knows you'll never leave him but boy oh boy does he love making it known that you're his. That there's no escaping him. That he's your forever home now.

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Another darling that loves to play cat and mouse. You love making him chase you through the sewer until he finds you and traps you.

He'll drag you back and tie you up with rope and you'll just beg him to let you go with a bite of your lip.

"Please Mikey? Please? I'm sorry. I promise I'll be good. Please baby? I'll do anything. Anything for you." He knows you'd never actually run away but chasing you and then tying you up while you beg to be let go just does something to him.

He'll fuck you long and hard after that. Marking you and demanding that you tell him who you belong to.

He's such an exhibitionist too. If he can fuck you in public, he will. In the living room under a blanket? Done. In the alleyway a little to close to where a car's headlights could illuminate the two of you? Give them a story to tell their friends.

Another one that would absolutely get you pregnant if he could. He enjoys the thought of seeing you waddling around with a full pregnant baby after he worked so hard breeding you.

Like the little shit you are, you love fucking around and finding out. And by that I mean you allow others to flirt with you all the time.

A man comes up to you and says you're sexy? Oh you'll let him prattle his head off all the while your eyes will slink over to where you know Mikey is and smirk.

Mikey, hidden away from all but you, will run his tongue over his teeth and chuckle at your antics.

And when you get home? This man his stuffing you full and bullying your cervix.

"You're such a slut. You know that? If you wanted my attention, you coulda just asked instead of letting that man eye fuck you." He'll degrade you but you're such a brat

"But there's no fun in thaaaaaat." You'd whine out with a pout, crying out as he'd angle your hips to abuse that spongy spot within your velvet walls.

"You're so fucking needy. So fucking thirsty for me. Fuck, I love it so much. Love you so much".

*aggressive giggling* I enjoyed writing this way too much. Might extend them into their own full on one-shots. Maybe not Leo's though... I'm so fucking bad at writing Leo. *sobs*

[theturtlelovers]

Ꮤ𐋅𐌄𐌍 𐌕𐌀𐌁𐌋𐌄𐌔 𐌀𐌐𐌄 𐌕𐌵𐌐𐌍𐌄𐌃

Pairing: Raph/gn!reader Rating: Explicit Contents: dom!reader, Raph is a subby turtle Warnings: 18+, mdni, nsfw Wordcount: 220

Notes: Raph needs some love on my blog as well! It was something small, though, because it was just a random thought I had!

Raph exudes confidence and certainty when he's in the lead. He knows exactly what he desires when he seeks you out for pleasure, savoring your soft gasps and the way your body reacts to his touch. It’s amazing in every way.

However, when the tables are turned, and the focus is on him, Raph becomes flustered to the point where it embarrasses him. He blushes when you trace his arm, and his eyes widen, watching you like a deer caught in headlights. He releases high-pitched whimpers as you kiss him deeply, almost as if you don't want him to breathe. Or it could just be that he's so overwhelmed with desire that he can't even fathom taking a breather. Not when he feels your tongue gliding up the length of his cock, his thighs twitching with need and moaning with abandon like some common whore.

Seeing that formidable turtle, with his impressive muscles that make his arms and legs a feast for the eyes, squirming and biting his lip in an effort to contain his noises—though they escape no matter what he does—is intoxicating. You feel a surge of power that leaves you heady, and you wield it skillfully, teasing him until he's begging for release.

 You might let him if he looks pretty enough to deserve it.

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[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

NSFW BAYVERSE Dirty Talk HC

Just a lil blurb about spicy things that I think the guys would totally say in the heat of the moment *cue the Asia song*

I got kinda wild with this lol it's real heated

Turtles are in their 30s

18+ content - Minors DNI

Mikey-

"you make a sound and it's game over, baby."

"you're so cute I could eat you out."

"let me hear you, baby."

"I'm going to tease you until you're beggin' for it."

Mike's got a mean side to him that comes out in the bedroom. He loves to tease his partner, getting you all worked up in the worst times and places. He loves seeing you desperate and needy for him, pleading him to fuck you. And baby, you're gunna beg.

Raph-

"are you gonna be good fer me?"

"swallow. all of it."

"I'm gonna fuck ya in front of a mirror. I want ya to see how pretty ya look when you're spreadin' your legs for me."

"how bad do you wanna cum?"

Raphael loves it when you're completely fucked out of your mind, all because of him. He's asking you questions, talking to you, but you can't respond cause your tongue's lolled out, you're drooling, and the only sounds you can make are moans that would make a porn-star blush. Which only gets him going more. You're taking it so well baby, just a bit longer.

Leo-

"I'm not going to touch you unless you ask nicely."

"say please."

"you have to be quiet if you want to cum."

"please, baby -"

Leonardo is always on a power trip. He loves to set rules, and if you don't follow them, the punishments are more fun than the foreplay. His favorite moments, however, are the softer ones where the two of you are facing each other, watching each other come apart together. And the man is vocal, damn. His moans in your ear as you ride him are enough to get you ready for round two in a flash.

Donnie-

"babe, I'm never gonna finish this work if you keep doing that."

"lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch."

"I haven't even touched you and you're already wet."

"I love the way you look with my fingers inside you."

Donatello loves to watch you, whether it's playing with yourself in front of him or watching his dick slide in and out of you while he's fucking you within an inch of your life. You look so good under him, and he tells you as often as he can. The man loves praising you, and after you're both spent he's the king of aftercare. He's drawn a bath for you two, grabbed some water and snacks, and started some light music so you can both just relax.

[moxfirefly]

Nnnn- how about-

Fem!reader, choke + behind with Donnie boy? If you're up for it 👀😩

*rubs hands together evilly*

Let’s do this anon.

Rated Explicit

The foggy spot that spread across the window glass was a tell tale sign. The way your breath puffed a new spot to maybe write a message, draw a little heart or tell Donnie that he was currently so far deep in your guts your soul was cracking.

In the best of ways, naturally so.

Donnie had arrived in a mood, a temperament that was palpable right down to the tips of his fingers. He hasn’t grabbed you with ill intent, if anything there was a neediness in his grasp. A longing when his lips had landed on your own, it was somewhere in the way his tongue found the roof of your mouth.

So when he’d not so gently pressed you up against the window of the fire escape, when he’d yanked down your pants and kicked your legs apart, you know he wanted to center himself.

And nothing had Donnie more centered than stuffing you full of his cock and watching your thoughts melt out of your ears.

His height made this angle deliciously ache, made standing on the tips of your toes agony but it would be far worse if he pulled out now, if he stopped pushing his frustrations in you, you always did like it when he took a rougher approach.

A hard slap echoes next to your sweaty cheek, the condensation of the mirror mixing with the sweat. Donnie’s large three fingered hand slides enough for the squeaky sound to mix with your own embarrassing squeak. His hips aren’t stuttering, he isn’t close, he just wants to consume and fill every little hole you have to offer.

So when that large hand finds your neck, caresses the flesh before applying pressure to key points, you can’t control the second embarrassing choke and squeak you emit. He pushes your head back, the tension in your neck burns, aches as much as the neglected spot between your legs.

Donnie likes watching.

He likes watching your skin turn red, the veins in your eyeballs become more prominent, he simply adores that somewhat far away blissful glaze that adorns your face as every wave of everything hits.

The tempo of his thrusting mixing with the blood pumping into your ears.

He grins, drunk off of your pussy and the vice it currently has.

And just when you feel lightheaded and unable to stand he lets go and pumps the first load of many for tonight.

[dilucsflame33]

Hello, can I request a donnie x fem reader, I would like promts 3, 13, and 16 from the naughty list and 14 and 20 from the kink list. ❄️

Thanks.

Blindfolds & Dress Ups 🔥

Here's another Donnie request! Your prize is at the bottom ^^

🔞 Warning 🔞 NFSW 18+ ONLY

Blindfold, Mirror sex, Dom! Donnie with a mix with shy Donnie.

"You should dress up as Santa, just for the fun of it." You joked as you watched your boyfriend work on something from his computer. It was now December and the thought of your purple terrapin lover dressed up as old Saint Nick was amusing; considering the poor guy hasn't done anything fun for a while.

Donnie slowly turned his chair and stared at you dumbfounded, making the woman roaring with laughter. "What got this started?"

"I don't know, I just thought that it would be fun. Some couples dress up just to impress their partner or they just do it for fun." You explained as Donnie shook his head, then turned back to his monitors.

"You are something else, dove. You are definitely lighting up my world." Your heart soared at his sentence as you stood from the coach and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Are we still watching movies at your apartment?"

"Yes," You smiled as your excitement grew. "I can't wait!"

The day is the movie night and you have everything prepared in the living room. Unbeknownst to you, Donnie has arrived and snuck into your bedroom window. Even though it started as a joke but, giving it more thought, the purple clad turtle decides that he wants to spice things up a bit in the bedroom. He may have a lot of ideas in that brain of his, but that doesn't mean he has the confidence to actually initiate. If this goes well, hopefully he will have more confidence to do more things.

Hoping that his ninja skills are working in his favor, he stripped out of his normal clothes, and into the red pants with a leather belt and black suspenders. With that, he placed the original Santa hat and looked at himself in the full body mirror that's in your room.

He won't deny that the red looked good on him.

The red pants clutched onto his thighs, making it skin tight. The waistband of his pants were hanging low enough to show the v-line he was carrying. He never knew that he has so many attractive qualities and he can't help but to be flustered knowing that he will be doing it for his beloved.

"Okay, Donnie, you are not backing out of this. You've gotten this far, finish it. Think of it as another experiment." He spoke to himself as he continued to look at himself one more time before he took off his signature purple bandana and set it to the side.

Should he practice some flirtatious lines?

What should he say?

Oh, good grief, he's already overthinking the process.

Oh, well, worth a shot.

Taking a shaky, dragged breath he sat down at the foot of the bed and stared at himself in the mirror. The poor guy was already breaking a sweat from nerves alone. "Okay, okay," he hummed as he swallowed his saliva and wiped the sweat from his palms. "Santa Claus is cumming to town, darling."

He wants to bury himself in the blankets and never come out. Why was he doing this again? And why in the world was he doing the pickup lines anyways? He may or may not have done research on how to "spice things up" in the bedroom while you left the lair that night. Donnie never did this sort of thing; reading novels and watching pornographic material was usually his go-to for research, but he stopped watching it because you two are in a relationship. He just thought that watching something like that was useless when he could just have his way with you.

He's a hopeless romantic after all.

Shaking off those thoughts, he sighs and continues with the cheesy innuendos. "I wanna eat your milk and cookies."

He can't help but laugh at the sentence. This was the last time he's getting help from Mikey, he should have known that his younger brother would spill out terrible remarks. But since the genius has a sweet tooth, it makes total sense. Cookies don't sound all that bad, especially the cookie he's gonna eat later.

He could feel his mouth watering just thinking of it.

The rustle from the hallway was heard and Donnie started to panic. Oh, no, he can't turn back now. He has everything planned, he just needs the courage to act on it. He has done this before; taking charge and having you moaning in ecstasy, the way you took grasp of his shoulders as he went deeper inside of you. Your wails and high pitch screams would echo throughout the bedroom walls. He remembered his first time all too well.

How can he forget that moment?

It was wonderful. Everything was at their own pace, letting their bodies take hold of each other and take their time. Poor Donnie couldn't act on the things he wanted, so you end up taking charge. When the act starts, however, it was like something snapped in him and he quickly took charge. Your expression was the kind he expected: surprised, yet excited. He didn't want to hurt you but he just lost himself, your screams crescendoed as his thrusts picked up speed. He could have sworn you gripped him tighter with your hot femininity. Clutching and sucking him in like a vice.

Donnie quickly shook off his thoughts once again and he almost groaned when he felt his hard on pressed against his pants. He needs to take these off pronto. Or else the pain will be unbearable.

"Donnie? Is that you?" You called out from the hallway. To his surprise, he let out a screech as the door jerked open and - there you stood - with a baseball bat. Ready to knock some heads in case it wasn't your boyfriend that suddenly laughed inside of your apartment.

He smiled sheepishly and waved nervously. "H-Hi, love. I apologize for not warning you, just want to make it a surprise."

It was a surprise indeed, because you just can't stop ogling your man's attire. The leather looks good on him, but it's the pants that brought everything in place. Oh, those pants are doing things to you. They cling to his thighs like it's their life line, and you need those more than anything! Donnie always has good looking thighs; you don't mind riding those things for hours on end.

Good heavens, those pants should be illegal.

They are illegal because those pants are in the way.

Slowly placing the bat down next to the wall you walked towards him, your hips swaying as you did so. The man before you sat still and unmoving when you stood before him, your palms made their way up from his cheeks to his shoulders.

"Well, hello, Santa. What brings you here tonight? Hope I've been good this year." You teased as your fingertips caressed his collarbones, feeling the difference between each other's skin texture and you just wanted to nibble and suckle his neck.

Come on, Donnie, this is your chance! Take charge! Donnie thought as he tried to calm his racing heart. He has done this before, why was he chickening out now?

With the ounce of courage he could muster, he replied, "Why don't you sit on Santa's lap and find out."

Your eyes widened, then smirked. Did he just say what you think he said? A fire roared within you, couldn't help but moan at the words.

Donnie let out a ghost of sigh, his heart slowly easing itself. He hasn't failed yet, so that's good. Taking your palms into his hands, he placed a kiss on the inside of them. His hazel eyes pierced through you. Those lips slowly made their way up your arm and towards your neck, little whimpers fell from within your throat as he nibbled the tender skin teasingly.

"Why don't you strip for me, darling?" He smirked as he felt your breath hitched, and could feel your pulse beating rapidly. "Don't keep me waiting, now. I am a busy man."

Oh, he's good.

With that he withdrew from you and had his legs spread, his elbows propped on to his thighs. Those delicious thighs that you want to ride on so desperately. But that has to wait. Right now, he gave you an order.

Slowly and teasingly, you slowly stripped off your shirt then your shorts and panties. Donnie could already smell the arousal from you, the sweet nectar that he could remember tasting so vividly. He licked his lips at the thought.

Tossing your panties aside you almost eagerly sat on one of his thighs, moaning as you moved your hips forward.. You could hear his chuckle as his palm made small circles on your back. "You love my thighs that much, dove?" You nodded with a whimper as the fabric from his pants rubbed your flower in all the right ways, making you mewl out. "You look so beautiful, honey. Riding my thigh like your life depends on it.

"You wanna cum so badly, don't you, love? Just the thought of my cock so deep inside you, the only thing that will be on your mind is me and all the ways I'm going to do to you." He says as his palms took hold of your hips and raised his thigh.

The wail that came from your mouth should be his undoing; you gripped his shoulders as you continued to ride his thigh and his palms slowly trailed towards your breasts, teasing and pulling at the nipples. The way you rocked your hips has more purpose now, he can tell you're getting close to your release.

"Come on, dove, cum for me."

You didn't have to be told twice as your release took hold of you like a tidal wave, screams of pleasure rolled from your lips and soon were devoured when Donnie placed his on yours. Tongues clashing, moans echoed throughout the bedroom walls, the both of you never wanted this to end. With a gasp Donnie wrapped his bandana around your eyes, then was hoisted up and faced forward. Your legs were spread and soon trembled when you felt his fingertip teasing your flower, toes curling at the sensitive sensation.

"This is quite the view I have. I always wanted to take you in front of a mirror. Why don't we try it out, hm?" With that he slowly eased his finger inside and you gripped his thighs for support. Mouth open and head back, you tried to grind on his finger but couldn't. He has you held down with his arm. "You're not going anywhere, dove. You've done this to me, so now, we're going to finish it."

You couldn't stop the cries of pleasure even if you wanted to. His pants all but forgotten, his hands held your legs up high as he brutally abused your insides. The mirror gave you a view you never thought you needed until this very moment. You could see everything. The way his cock exits and enters inside you, the glistening of your essence flows down his cock and makes all kinds of sounds. The bandana all but forgotten along the way of your love making, you could see Donnie's hazel eyes bore so many promises that you know he will give you. His eyes were dark with lust and desire as he aimed for the spot inside of you that has you screaming.

"Donatello, if you stop right now I will ride you myself," you tried to threaten but it was hard when your man was easily manhandling you to whatever he so desires. The turtle couldn't help but chuckle wickedly.

"Love how you're threatening me when you can barely speak." He teased as his thrusts soon became slow and teasing, no longer the fast and hard pace like before. "Is this better?"

Growls of frustration escaped from your throat as you tried to move your hips, he even avoided that spot inside of you. When he wasn't letting up, you whimpered.

"What is it, dove? You're not upset, are you?"

Oh, if he didn't have a good grip on you you can ride this man until he's the one that's seeing stars.

"Don't you freaking tease me, you butthole. Remember, what comes around, goes around. I will tease you until you are the one that's begging for more."

"Ooh, how frightening," Donnie teased once again as he nipped your earlobe. "I love it when you get feisty like this. Begging and pleading for me to give you more."

With that, he slammed you down onto his cock and you screamed out in pleasure once again.

"The turkey isn't the only thing that's getting stuffed, dove. You better prepare yourself because I am showing no mercy."

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[oozedninjas]

Spring fleeting

A/N: Fucking rude of me not to have fed my pretty girlies in this much while. In compensation, I offer you: a mating season special!!! You can shoot in a prompt and I'll turn it into a short smut ;) ily!!

Warnings: 18+ / MDNI / Smut / NSFW / edging, orgasm denial, dom!turtles, oral sex / General verses / Mutant guys are 25-29 y/o and they're suffering from spring heat!

Leo doesn't want to breathe because if he does he might get carried away by your scent. He watches from a safe distance never leaving sight of your neck and shoulders. Fuck, he wants to bite them, suck on them, lick a stripe over your pulse line that would cut your breath sharply. Shit, he wants you to hold from the upper end of his shell, begging. Before he registers he's calling your name. Let him lure you elsewhere, yeah?

Raph loves fucking you stupid. Your eyes closed and gaped mouth have him on the verge of coming. Words scarcely coherent enough to moan for more. He's balls deep in you, aching to fill you up once more. But Raph edges himself, just for the bliss of numbing everything away with each crashing orgasm. 

He trembles inside you, cum dripping from your abused cunt as he thrusts. Fuck you love him, you're crazy about him, and he just grins, amused at your stupid failed attempts to communicate it.

Donatello's knowledge of each sensitive part in your body borders on mean when he uses it like this. From your neck to your back, to your lower half. He's held you still for what feels like ages, nibbling, marking, and kissing the bruise after. But none of what he's done equals the cruel way he's sucking your clit: just enough to make your back arch, but never quite granting release. 

Begging wouldn't suffice, it wasn't about that. It was about him showing you how fucking good he could make you feel if you let him, how hard you could come just by his expert tongue. And shit, who are you kidding? You fucking adore it.

Mikey loves how hot you look riding his cock. He's got the best of views! Everything in you is perfect. He reaches up, palming every bit of skin he can get his hands on, squeezing, pinching, scratching. He loves it when his touch makes you weak enough to lose the rhythm, seemingly tumbling over his plastron, finally giving out. 

He's softer when he's had enough, and brings your mouth to his gently, big hands covering your back, pushing you down to his chest before he thrusts up. He reaches that sweet spot so easily like this, and your clit rubs so deliciously over the lower part of his plastron. Come on, don't hold back, you don't gotta do nothing, just relax.

[faith-forgxtten-land]

You haven't written anything NSFW for TMNT so its okay if its not something you're comfortable writing but do you think you could write something for Bay Donnie? I don't really have any preferences of requests other than squirting

Soaked | Donatello

okay, fair warning, i haven't written anything explicitly nsfw for like two years so be nice; i was hesitant in posting this because i have no faith in my writing, especially nsfw, but i hope you like it! bayverse!!

warnings: NSFW, squirting? swearing, mentions of cunt etc., not much else i don't think. everyone is 18+!! awful titles, never proofread

summary: donatello likes it when you soak his sheets

word count: 1691

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The world is bathed in darkness when you finally manage to open your eyes. The lair is quiet, and your head feels heavy as you squint. A hand is trailing your torso softly despite innumerable callouses, fingers sweeping delicately along the length of your spine in some silent rhythm. Your skin is warm, the cool touch of his palms soothing the heated flesh, and you giggle quietly as you imagine puffs of mist rising from where your bodies and their contrasting temperatures meet.

“You awake?”

With a humming reply and languid grace, you raise your head and try to make out his face in the dim light. You can’t see much, just a pair of soft eyes that make you feel more embraced than the blankets piled on top of you, as his other hand cups your cheek and you melt into him. He makes you feel like that a lot; like molten gold, pliant under his assured touches, burning and boneless and so, so precious.

“You fell asleep in the middle of movie night,” he says softly, lips brushing against your forehead in a gesture so tender it makes your heart clench. He traces his mouth down the swell of your cheek, caressing the lines of your face until he reaches your jaw. His kisses are indulgent and full, and you feel gluttonous as your hands seek his plastron eagerly. Even half-asleep, you want him wholly and desperately and you feel him huff a fond laugh, smiling knowingly against your throat.

“So needy,” he teases affectionately, the hand that had been mapping your back now beginning to move further downwards until the flesh of your thigh is in his grip. He squeezes it once, twice, and parts your legs. His beak presses harder into the delicate skin of your neck, and he inhales deeply before biting sharply. The contrast of his gentle hands and the sudden sting of his teeth causes your hips to stutter, and you can’t hold back a whine.

“I can smell you.” His voice is low and you shudder at the rasp in his tone. He pulls back to look into your eyes, and you swallow thickly; his irises have disappeared into blackness, as if they’re drowning in ink with pupils blown wide, and you feel yourself grow wetter at the wild look. You still can’t make out his face, but you know he looks wrecked, and a smug satisfaction settles deep within you.

The thought that your scent alone can ruin him, make primal need overwhelm him, make him look wanton, causes your toes to curl. His large hand, so huge on your body, grasps your thigh tightly again and you gasp as he squeezes hard enough to bruise this time. “You’re soaking already,” he groans, and you buck your hips, silently begging him to pull your sleep shorts down and feel it for himself.

Despite his teasing, he must feel as desperate as you because he’s quick to do exactly that and rub his finger against your folds. He curses loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet, and you spread your legs wider. “So fucking wet,” he chokes out, rubbing your swollen clit as he pushes his first finger inside of you. You’re so warm and tight and you feel yourself flutter around him.

“Donnie,” you gasp as he curls his finger just right. It’s the first word you’ve uttered, and he groans darkly at the desperation that coats the sound. He fucks you faster, his finger stretching you, drawing the most obscene sounds, wet slaps reverberating so loudly you’re sure everyone can hear them. You’re panting and flushed, hips grinding as he pumps in and out, and you moan loudly as he slips another digit inside.

He’s back to pressing open-mouthed kisses against your throat, lapping up the sweat that trickles down. “That’s it,” he murmurs reverently, sucking purple marks into your sensitive flesh and scissoring his fingers faster and harder, forceful pumps bordering on brutal. Your name is a growl on his tongue as he hits that perfect spot over and over, and you can’t stop yourself from mewling as he presses harshly against your sensitive nub, pleasure and pain blending in a way that makes you dizzy.

His pace is unrelenting and unforgiving, and you can feel the thrumming of your pulse, a delirious concoction of sensual agony shooting through your veins as you babble senselessly. “Donnie, please, please—”

He fixes his teeth over an especially delicate part of your throat and bites so hard you see stars, chest heaving and unable catch your breath as your walls clamp around his fingers. There’s going to be an outrageous mark, dark violet bruises and blatant indents of teeth in a place you have no hope of covering up, and the thought only makes you cry louder.

You think you might pass out for a minute or two as Donnie continues to finger-fuck you through your orgasm. You’re shaking and sensitive and sore, but he doesn’t let up even as you shiver and whine. “You can take it,” he tells you simply, and you nod quickly because you can, you’ll take whatever he gives you.

It doesn’t take long for you to reach the edge again, little gasps and whimpers slipping through your lips with every pump. He’s toying with you, a teasing grin pressed against the column of your throat that turns into a low laugh as you curse him for slowing whenever your thighs begin to tremble. Just as you think he’s about to slow again, he pinches your clit harshly and you can’t stop the wail that wrenches itself from your burning lungs.

His fingers fuck you through this orgasm too, spreading your legs wider as they spasm and weakly attempt to shut without his permission. Only when you fall still does he pull out, and you whimper more at the aching emptiness. He makes sure you’re watching as he brings his fingers to his mouth and tastes them; his tongue is playful, thick and flicking, and you feel the muscles of your stomach contract.

“Tease,” you croak, and his eyes somehow darken even further at just how wrecked you sound, your voice rasping and slurred.

“You’re right,” he agrees, brushing your folds again, digits stroking your puffy slit. You gasp as he pushes two fingers back in, squirming at the satisfying and sensitive discomfort shooting along your spine. “You’ve been so good.” He’s making those perfect curling motions inside of you and your back arches, tears gathering on your lashes as that agonising pleasure sparks, lighting up your blood and forcing your eyes to roll back.

“Donnie—”

There’s a pressure building, somehow more intense than before, and your thighs quiver as his fingers continue to fuck you without faltering, even as your legs threaten to snap closed at the unbearable sensitivity when he finds your clit once more.

You’re not sure if the sounds coming out of your mouth are words and you’re pretty sure you’re drooling, tongue lolling, but whatever noises escape your parted lips have Donnie pressing that spot inside you harder and harder, churring darkly. It's a sound that clatters through you as he returns his teeth to your throat like they belong there, like your neck is meant to be a canvas for his marks. “You can do it,” he groans. "You’re always so good for me.”

His fingers curl even more, and you choke on a moan as you realise what he’s asking for, what he’s building towards with every pump. Your own hand desperately grasps his forearm, not sure if you’re begging him to stop or urging him to keep going as you pant and whine, body writhing as he tears a sob from you that rattles your bones. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” He’s tense, the muscles of his arm flexed and hard under your touch, and you can feel his sweat on your damp skin as he presses impossibly closer, almost lovingly nuzzling your neck now even as his fingers fuck you stupid.

You feel like you’re about to explode, the pressure agonising and tipping over into pain, blood boiling under your skin, and you can do nothing but cry wildly, screaming loud enough for everyone to hear, when you feel that tension inside you shatter like glass.

Donnie holds you as you convulse, shudders racking every inch of you, soft praises rushing from his lips as he presses gentle kisses along your jaw. He groans feeling your wetness gushing against him, soaking his plastron and his bedding, knowing your scent will cling to him and his bed for hours even after he showers and changes his sheets.

It's his favourite part, he thinks privately. It soothes something primal and animal within him, something he didn't even recognise until he had you writhing and coming undone under him for the first time. Making you lose control, satisfying you so good you can't help but squirt… He swallows the thought and scissors his fingers in you, watching the way you whimper with your eyes closed as he glides in and out of your pretty cunt with ease, your body always so responsive for him no matter what state you're in.

You’re certain you passed out this time, and when you come-to, Donnie still has his fingers inside of you, still pressing those feather-light kisses to your skin. You feel heavy and weightless all at once, eyelids fluttering, unsure whether to whine in relief or displeasure when his fingers retreat slowly and he brings them to his mouth again.

It takes you another minute to realise just how wet you are, your thighs glistening even in the low light, and the bed beneath you is completely drenched. You can’t muster any shame, only satisfaction coiling deep in your gut when you see just how soaked Donnie is too.

“Next time,” he breathes, voice guttural and promising, still sucking his fingers clean, “I want you on my face so I can drink every drop.”

You clench your thighs together, sore and aching and still so needy, and lick your lips. “That can be arranged.”

[citruswriter]

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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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[theturtlelovers]

"Cum for me baby" from Don with his girlfriend please?

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Pairing: Donnie/fem!Reader Rating: Explicit Contents: Donnie is strangely overcome with the need to have you right then and there. Warnings: 18+, mdni, mating season, hickeys, creampies, unprotected p in v (wrap it up peeps) Wordcount: 1,594 Sentence Prompt: # 75

𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤

Notes: Excuse my poor attempt of being more poetic in my writing! Hope you enjoy!

Your presence was like a living temptation to him, as if every cell in your body was crafted to make him lose control around you. Carnally irresistible, Donnie found it impossible to keep his hands off of you. Earlier, he had tried with great effort to keep his eyes on the TV, but your scent drifted into his nostrils—so sweet and enticing. Overcome, he leaned down to breathe deeply in the crook of your neck.

The look you gave him almost made him shudder visibly. You appeared concerned by his sudden change in behavior, yet there was an undeniable excitement in your eyes as he ran his tongue over your pulse point.

He wasn't sure if something was wrong with him, but he wasn't entirely focused on figuring it out, as your soft gasps were far more captivating than anything else. His skin felt like it was on fire, and his glasses had become an irritation, so he quickly removed them and tossed them onto the coffee table. He didn’t need them anyway; you were close enough that he could clearly see your beautiful expressions.

Donnie was a turtle steeped in science, his expertise evident in the gadgets he wielded both in the lab and on patrol. He had deciphered ancient codes to deactivate a timed toxic bomb threatening New York City and uncovered the mysteries of the purple ooze. Yet, in your presence, all logic seemed to evaporate, leaving him a slave to his emotions. His instincts urged him to keep you selfishly close and immerse himself in your natural scent. He desired to fill the very being he worshiped with his essence so intensely that no one else could occupy your thoughts but him.

But as time stretched on, it seemed like hours had passed, and he was certain you were too overwhelmed to form a coherent thought. Your skin was flushed, adorned with a trail of red marks across your delicate skin—marks destined to deepen into purple.

It almost felt like your first time together, heated with a passion so intense that you couldn't stop trying to touch each other, yet tinged with nervousness due to a lack of familiarity with each other's physical needs. However, despite the similar rush of emotions, Donnie's hands never fumbled or shook with uncertainty. They moved with confidence and precision, driven by an eager desire to worship your very existence.

Just a tilt of your head was enough for him to capture your soft lips with his, sighing softly as he found a semblance of relief amidst his lustful haze. His large hands were intent on exploring the canvas of your body despite the fact he’s seen more times he can count, gently kneading your flesh, which was much softer than his own. 

"Donnie..." Your whine pierced through his haze of desire.

He shuddered this time at the sound, murmuring, "So pretty and all for me.” The turtle licked his lips, dried from his heavy pants for air.  

The space between your thighs glistened with a mixture of your juices and his essence—a beautiful concoction, Donnie might add. Despite the evidence that he had finished inside you several times, his attention remained laser-focused on your pleasure, his mind relentlessly urging him to give more and more. It would be remiss of him not to, especially when your lips parted so beautifully with each mewl that escaped them.

He pressed one hand firmly on your back to keep you pinned against the couch. A fleeting thought crossed his mind, wondering if a three-fingered imprint would remain, but it quickly dissipated as he became captivated by the way the sweat on your skin sparkle ethereally.

Seriously, were you a fallen angel hell-bent on cursing him to eternally crave your body? No matter how many times he made you cry out his name, no matter how tightly you clenched around him that is felt like you were pulling him deeper until he climaxed, he still wanted more. Or perhaps he needed more. Donnie couldn't tell anymore; his thoughts were so tangled that he couldn't distinguish desire from necessity. Either way, it seemed his body was surrendering to its own carnal instincts, relentlessly seeking release with you, in you.

Donnie muttered a curse under his breath as his free hand slipped beneath you, caressing the bundle of nerves that made your thighs begin to quiver. Your hands clutched weakly at the cushions, moaning with abandon.

He hissed through clenched teeth as he felt your inner walls tighten around him once more. "Come for me, baby. You can do it," he encouraged gently.

It was only a moment more before you released a stuttering squeal, your nectar coating him further as he continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm. Donnie bit his lower lip as his torso lowered to brush against your back, emitting a groan and a deep, reverberating churr that would make Raph envious. He pushed himself as deep as he could inside you as he came. Your smaller hand clung to the wrist of the hand between your legs, panting loudly.

Finally, Donnie's mind began to clear, his intense sexual need appearing to wane and find satisfaction. He hoped he hadn't pushed you too far.

You seemed to recognize that it was over when Donnie didn’t immediately resume thrusting into you with his previous unrestrained vigor. Slumping beneath him, you felt his weight relax as he lazily placed kisses on the hickeys decorating your shoulders. Both of you appeared content to remain in your current position, with him still inside you, enjoying the quiet aftermath together.

"Holy shit..." you mumbled.

He let out a soft chuckle. "Too much?"

You shook your head. "No, no. It was amazing! I just don't know what came over you so suddenly.”

“I actually don’t know either,” Donnie hummed thoughtfully. Carefully, he pulled away and slipped out from the comfort of your warmth. He had to restrain himself and look away when he heard you release a small whine, feeling the emptiness and his essence dripping down your inner thigh.

Donnie quickly put his glasses back on and walked away to grab some water and a towel for you. While he was gone for that brief moment, you sat up, grimacing from the familiar soreness setting in. You hadn't felt this achy in over two years, back when you were both fresh adults, newly eager to explore the beginnings of your sexual life together.

Once your turtle lover returned, he insisted on helping you clean up despite your protests about him being just as messy. Nevertheless, he was determined, so you let him help subconsciously avoiding your inner folds to leave them coated with his essence. After ensuring you were comfortable, he took care of himself.

After redressing lightly, you headed into the kitchen, taking the water Donnie had provided with you. Following a session like that, you definitely needed some food. Donnie, meanwhile, simply pulled up his underwear and lingered in the kitchen, watching you closely. His instincts urged him to stay nearby.

His mind was still slightly clouded from the spontaneous moment, but not enough to impair his decision-making. He had a gut feeling that the intense desire might return. It was confusing, though, why such behavior was manifesting in the first place, especially since nothing specific seemed to trigger his sudden, overwhelming urge to take you right then and there on the couch.

And your poor couch. It was probably ruined from your activities now. You two had used it like dogs in heat. Huh. Like dogs in heat. In heat. Heat. Heat!

Donnie's eyes widened impossibly with realization. He and his brothers were now at a sexually mature age. Furthermore, it was that time of year—mating season for red-eared sliders, when they succumb to their need to breed.

Oh God, he was in heat and completely unprepared for it. He cringed at the thought of what his brothers must be enduring without a partner to satisfy their reproductive urges. He guessed it was wrong to assume they wouldn’t experience it just because they hadn't felt it immediately after reaching puberty. Casting a long glance in your direction as you prepared packaged ramen, Donnie walked into the living room to grab his phone and sent Leo a text. It was around this time that his family usually gathered for dinner.

Donnie: How’s things going at the lair?

The self-taught scientist received a swift reply from Leo, who was always prompt when responding to Donnie, knowing it wouldn’t be just another meme or silly pun. Unlike Raph and Mikey, who enjoyed sending Leo those sorts of messages just to tease him.

Leo: Everything fine

Leo: Why? Should there be something happening?

Donnie lifted a brow. Donnie: No, no! I was just checking in! See ya later He set his phone down on the coffee table, his lips pursing in confusion. Leo wasn’t one to mislead about the state of their close-knit family, so surely everything was fine with them. It seemed the issue was just with him. Perhaps it was because he was the only one among his brothers who had any sort of sexual experience.

Donnie turned at the sound of your feet pattering across the floor as you returned with two bowls of steaming ramen. He couldn't really complain. Not when you approached him, your body adorned with such beautiful marks, a testament to the intensity of their earlier moments together.

Since you were around, maybe this experience won’t be so bad.

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[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Leave the Door Open nsfw

Bayverse Donnie x female reader

a very spicy and sweet one-shot

Turtles and reader are in their late 20s-early 30s

warnings below the cut

18+ content - Minors DNI

warnings: human/turtle relations, mentions alcohol, swearing, smut, fingering, oral, p in v, begging, fluff at the end

based on the song : Leave the Door Open, Silk Sonic

other songs to listen to while reading:

auction, sasha keable, destin conrad

lucid girl, three sacred souls

someday, greek

You sat in the lair living room with everyone watching a movie, trying to relax after a long and grueling week at work, but it was growing increasingly difficult as you felt a hazel set of eyes watching you from the corner of the room.

The hairs on the back of your neck tingled as his gaze lingered over you uninterrupted, his brothers and Splinter too preoccupied with the movie to pay any attention. Donnie sat the farthest away from you, which you were initially grateful for, when the flick had first started. It had been harder lately to control your thoughts around him, to stop yourself from dipping into deeper waters.

You thought back to last weekend's movie night, when he had bumped into you in the hall outside of his room. He had caught you so off guard on your way out of the bathroom, the sudden jerk of your body careening backwards would've been embarrassing...if he hadn't caught you in his arms.

A look of surprise had been plastered on his handsome face, and as he leaned over you his glasses had slipped a little down his snout, but he didn't move to push them back into place. The two of you were frozen in time inches away from each other, the feel of being in his arms making you a little breathless. You had felt the blush creep over your cheeks as he held you in place, his firm muscles taut against your body. Donnie pulled you to him a little more, pressing you into his plastron. His head had started a lean in to yours, but he'd stopped himself and stood you back up on two feet before heading back to his room. You were left, chest-heaving and confused in the hall.

A loud explosion from the screen brought you back to the present.

"He's your friend. Quit it."

You chided yourself as you tried to ignore the feel of his eyes on you. It had been years of knowing the turtles, and years of daydreaming that Donatello would finally notice you. You knew it was a one-sided crush, and hopefully you would get over it someday, but you couldn't risk your friendship in the meantime. Even if he was all you thought about. Even if his gaze was making you hope.

As the group laughed at a funny moment in the movie, you couldn't help yourself as your eyes flicked to him.

He wasn't even watching the movie.

The smile still warmed your face as you made eye contact, his golden eyes sparking in the glow of the lights on the screen. A smirk spread across his lips as he leaned deeper into his chair, still observing you.

As he lifted his glass of scotch to his lips, a tingle shot through your spine while he continued to watch you over the rim of his cup. Donnie rose from his chair, mumbling about a refill, and left the room. Leo nodded, not looking away from the screen at the action scene playing out. Your phone went off a few moments later.

D: Are you enjoying the movie?

You smiled at the small screen in your hand and responded.

Y: It's okay, not my favorite. Why?

D: You seem distracted.

Heat erupted in your face as you read his text. Holy shit. You quickly glanced to his brothers to make sure you didn't have an audience.

Y: So do you.

D: I might be.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you fought back a squeal. You weren't sure where this was coming from, but you were so. damn. happy. Before you could text back, he sent another message that shot an urgent, gnawing heat to your core.

D: I left my door open, if you'd like to find out why.

"Where you goin', shortstack?"

Raph called over to you as you had tried to quickly and quietly sneak out of the living room.

Frickin' ninjas, noticing everything.

"The bathroom. Don't worry about pausing the movie though, I'm not super invested." You laughed over your shoulder at him, walking as casually as possible while your heart was going a mile a minute. Raph shrugged and turned back to the screen, and the guys continued without you. As you rounded the corner hallway with Donnie's room in it, you heard a song filtering into the hall.

I ain't playin' no games, every word That I say is coming straight from the heart, So if you tryna lay in these arms

I'ma leave the door open

A smile blossomed over your lips as you walked into his room and shut the door behind you. Donnie was leaning over his desk, looking at something when he had heard you and turned, smiling back as you leaned on his door. He had shed his gear and was clad only in his favorite joggers that rode deliciously low on his hips, that you loved and stolen many glances at when you were sure that he wasn't paying attention. His eyes gleamed against the purple lights of his room, hidden only slightly behind his glasses and mask.

He was so handsome, you thought.

"Hey."

You let out a nervous breath.

"Hey yourself."

Donnie leaned back against his desk and let his eyes drag over your face, searching for something.

"Nice song."

He smirked at you.

"I didn't know how much more obvious I could get."

You blinked in surprise at him from the door, confused. He shook his head and chuckled lowly before looking at you again and crooking a finger at you.

You moved slowly, still so sure it was a dream, and you would wake up on the couch any moment.

Donnie noticed your hesitation and extended a long arm to you and took your hand in his, pulling you close to him. His other hand pressed against your lower back, firm and sure. You lifted a hand to his plastron, gently touching the plates on his chest, still not sure this was real but savoring every moment. You flicked your gaze up to his, and he smiled down at you.

That you feel the way I feel And you want me like I want you tonight, baby Tell me that you're coming through

He let go of your hand and drew his up to your face as the song played in the background, and Donnie tilted your chin upwards as he leaned down to you, his face so close to yours.

"Can I- kiss you?"

His voice was husky as he breathed his question over your lips, skin just barely brushing over yours. Your response tumbled out of you.

"Please, yes Donnie. God yes-"

Donnie's lips crashed into yours, all the want and need bottled up for years released in one moment. His kisses were firm and passionate, and a soft moan rumbled from his chest when your tongue entwined with his and deepened the kiss.

His hands left your face and trailed down to your hips, gripping them tightly and pulling you in closer to his body as his tongue danced with yours. You were adrift in desire, practically vibrating with want as he kissed you and kissed you.

Donnie kissed you once more before ducking his head down to your neck, kissing and nipping a trail of bites before you were melting into him, pleading.

"Donnie, please-"

Not stopping his torture, he lifted you up into his arms, hand gripping underneath your ass and walked you to his bed in the corner, laying you gently down as he followed closely.

Gazing down at you, he smiled at how lust-drunk and glazed over your eyes looked. He kissed you again, savoring the way your soft lips felt against his. You hummed softly, small hands sliding along his shoulders and arms as he slotted over you. Another gush of want dripped from you as you felt him shift, and felt him rub against you.

Donnie paused, drawing back from you slightly and nostrils flaring. His eyes were blown black, almost all traces of hazel gold gone.

"Fuck," He swore under his breath.

He rubbed his face, and let out a shaky breath. You lifted a hand to his cheek, rubbing the skin with your thumb, and he leaned into your palm and closed his eyes.

"We- we don't have to, Donnie. Don't get me wrong, I want to...I just don't want you to if you're not ready or want to or-"

"That's not-." He interrupted you, eyes flicking open and locking with yours. "I just wanted to make sure you were sure."

You nodded, smiling. He smirked back at you.

"And I needed a second, because you smell so good I was close to ripping your clothes off."

You gasped, unbelieving that Donatello of all people just said the filthiest thing you'd ever heard. Your sweet, quiet Donnie. Before you could comment on it, he kissed you again, his tongue scrubbing over yours in the most erotic kiss of your life.

In moments you were panting and breathless again, the want and hunger gnawing deep inside as lips and tongues crashed and met together like waves on the shore. His hand began roaming over your body, tracing lines like tracks over your ribs and hips.

Donnie ducked his head again to your neck, kissing and nibbling while his finger teased circles at the skin beneath the hem of your shirt. You breathed out his name in a trembling whine.

"Can I take this off?" He tugged at your shirt gently.

You whimpered softly, nodding and pressing your hips against him. He grunted low.

"Careful."

Donnie helped you sit up, sitting back on his heels and slinking a hand around your back as he lifted your shirt up. He huffed at the bra underneath, and as you laughed, he ripped the offending material in half.

"Donnie!"

"I'll buy you a new one." He purred in your ear as he laid you back down. His breath at your ear melted more sensations down to your core, tingling along your spine.

Donnie looked at you in the glow of his purple lights, your eyes gleaming back at him with hunger. His gaze lowered to your breasts, beautiful mounds of flesh just waiting for his attention. His hand gently squeezed one, then the other, pulling a soft whimper from you.

He moved to lay back down next to you, sliding a leg over yours as he grazed a pad of a finger over a nipple and watched you writhe in pleasure. Bending his head down, he flicked his tongue over the mound closest to him, sliding over the firm nipple and ripping a choked gasp from your throat.

"Don-nie-"

"Yes?" He looked up lazily, too lost in lust himself.

"Plea-se. Donnie-"

"Please, what?"

"I need you, Donnie. Please."

Your pleas did not go unanswered. A dark look glazed over his eyes as he lifted up and lowered himself to your bottoms, pulling them down with one hand. You were left on the bed in your panties.

He leaned down over your abdomen, kissing lower and lower, before changing direction and palming your thighs open. You watched as he placed kisses up the inside of your thighs, stopping just before nearing your center. You wanted to scream. You wiggled your hips as he got close to you again on the other leg, and he shot you a dark look.

"Impatient, are we?"

Smirking, he finally brought his attention to your aching center, already slick and ready and wet through the cloth. He bent his head to you, breathing in deeply and closing his eyes. You could hear a low rumble as he opened them again and looked at you, desire evident in his features.

"You smell so fucking good."

He pulled your panties off, throwing them somewhere, and laid back down in between your legs and hooked an arm under your hip, pulling you closer to him. In a moment you felt his breath against you, the heat of it making your toes curl.

His first swipe over your clit with his tongue made you jolt into him, moaning openly. You wouldn't last long.

He swirled over your clit slowly, in agonizing circles of his wide, flat tongue. You could feel your entire body buzzing with pleasure and want, so needy for Donnie to push you over that edge. Your fingers clawed at his skin as he worked, earning pleased hums from the terrapin.

As you felt him lap at you and the orgasm on the horizon grow closer, Donnie circled a finger at your entrance and pushed into you. You bit back a scream, still aware of his family in the next room, but barely hanging on to your sanity. His digit was thick in itself, and the burn and stretch felt amazing as he finger-fucked you.

"Hnngg-"

Your eyes rolled back into your head, and Donnie smirked into your sex. He lifted his head for a moment, and arched his finger against your g-spot as he spoke.

"Are you doing all right?"

"Do-nniee, pl-easse-"

"Are you sure?" He asked as he shimmied out of his pants and kicked them off, leaving himself exposed against the bed.

"Ple-ease fuck me-e, Don-nie-" you panted in between thrusts of his hand, trying to maintain your composure.

"Yes, ma'am."

He pulled his hand from you, licking his finger clean and shuddering. As Donnie rose up to align himself, you glimpsed his beautiful thighs and hips rising like a mountain, making a mental note to kiss them later. He stroked himself along his length, thick and stunning in the purple lights, as he lined up with you and rubbed over your clit again with the head of his dick. The thrumming buzz of want pooled in your stomach as you watched him, drunk in the display.

He slotted himself back over you, gripping your hip with one hand as he pressed into you. A strangled gasp escaped as you forgot how to breathe. He was just so big, and you could feel him in the back of your throat.

Donnie slowly rocked back and forth, gently pressing further into you until you finally felt the edge of his plastron at your abdomen. He kissed your temple, and it took a second before you realized he was speaking.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded, shifting your hips and adjusting to feeling so full.

He kissed you, gently at first, then more urgently as his length started to stroke in and out of you.

You could feel the edge of pleasure build back up as his pace quickened, pumping his thick cock into you as you mewled into his shoulder. He gripped his headboard tight as he shifted his hold on your hips so you were looking at each other, the fucked-out look on your face the most beautiful thing in the world to him.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous. I want you to come on my cock, baby. Please."

Donnie shifted his hips again and pounded into you deeper than before, tipping the edge and crashing your orgasm like waves over you as you screamed his name.

Watching you come on his dick sent him over his own peak, moaning as he arched into you, pleasure so intense that he had to steady himself against the headboard above you as he came down from his high.

As both of your bodies buzzed in the afterglow, he reached down and brushed a stray hair away from your face and smiled when you blinked hazily back him.

"Donnie?"

"Yeah?"

"Am I dreaming?"

He laughed, snorting a little, and let himself fall on top of you, showering you with kisses.

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