#tmnt donnie x reader smut

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hi there,

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

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

Random Headcanons About Donatello (18+)

Rise!Donatello x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dilucsflame33]

Hi! I've recently seen some of your stories and really liked them and just had to send in an ask.

I was debating it cause it felt a bit....weird? But, hear me out, Werewolf Donnie. (I thought it was weird cause he's already a turtle but whatever) but I was thinking, Donnies out on patrol with the guys and gets bit by a werewolf, he turns into one and runs away from the lair because he doesn't want to be seen. But his bros already called his girlfriend saying he was acting weird! So being the good girlfriend she is, she helps him realize being a werewolf isn't all bad *wink wink*

62: Alley

85: eating pussy

89: mating/breeding (but could you do it more like Donnie just wants her as his mate and not necessarily to get her pregnant)

101: body worship

114: spanking

117: "safe word is pi to the ninth decimal"

Sorry this is really long, and no pressure to do this if it makes you uncomfortable! Thanks again!

Werewolves Claim 🔥

Honey, you didn't make me uncomfortable at all! I was mainly trying to figure out how to do this. 😂 Like you said, he's already a mutated turtle so adding in another animal gene to the mix is kind of like a science overload. So, I've tweaked some things, and this is what I have. Hopefully this is to your liking, my friend. ^^

I also apologize for taking so long with the request. >.<

🔞 Warning 🔞 NSFW 18+ Only

Voyeurism, blood, werewolf mating, body worship/praise, eating out, and feral Donnie. I forgot to add in spanking to it while I was putting this in, I'm so sorry. 😭

Word count: 4.7k

His body was burning, head pounding like someone was hitting him from the inside. Everything was going smoothly until a werewolf showed up and bit him right on the shoulder. 

The transformation was a terrible process. He was sweating more than usual. His body temperature raised so high, it was like he came down with the flu. 

Donnie was completely helpless during this phase; the poor man passed out because his body overheated, his brothers called out to him as soon as he hit the ground. 

When he came to, he was in his bed, the covers barely covering him as he shifted and a groan left him when he did so. His shoulder ached, his head was having the worst migraines he ever had, and he just wanted to go back to bed and sleep everything off. 

But he can't. He has so much to do and laying around will do nothing but waste time. 

Getting up was the hardest thing he could ever do; like everything felt so sore even though he barely did anything yesterday. Yes, he trained like usual but it's nothing out of the ordinary. He just wants to kick himself for being a baby. 

Brush it off, it'll pass, he thought to himself as he got up from the warmth of his bed and into the living room. He was too deep in his thoughts that he didn't realize one of his brothers was coming towards him. 

"Hey, Donnie, are you feeling okay? You don't look too good, bro." Mikey says as he touches his arm, making the purple clad turtle jerked from the contact. The youngest took a step back, eyes held a hint of sadness. 

"I-I'm sorry, Mikey. You just startled me, that's all." Donnie's voice sounded deeper than usual, the youngest noticed. His skin pale and sweat glistening. "I was just having too many thoughts."

"It's fine, my dude! Should have called for you next time." Mikey gleamed, glad that it wasn't his presence that made his brother jerk away from him. 

With that both of the brothers head to the kitchen. Leo and Raph were talking to each other as the other walked in. 

"Donnie," Raph smirked as he watched his younger brother rub his eyes. "You good, bro?" 

With a nod, Donnie let out a sigh as he sat down on the many chairs from the dining area. "I'm fine, just have a headache." 

"Probably need to eat something." Leo comments. "When was the last time you had a decent meal?" 

The genius winced, knowing that he hadn't been eating properly. Leo and Raph shook their heads. 

"Well good thing that I'm in the kitchen, huh?" Mikey cheered as he looked throughout the pantry. "You want your usual Don?"

Donnie hummed as he shook his head. "Maybe some steak? Make it medium." With his response, he looked up and saw his brother's expressions. They were all surprised with the genius's request. He was never a fan of having blood in his steak, it makes him squirm and has that bitter taste in his mouth even with the seasonings. 

Mikey looked at his older brother, worry filled his being. "Really? You don't usually go for the steak, bro. Are you okay?" 

"Yes, for the third time today, I'm fine," Donnie says with aggravation. His blood slowly bubbles with anger. 

Since when does he get angry easily?

"I don't know, man, you look like you've been through Hell and back." Raph says as he approached Donnie, but stopped when his brother let out a sound he was not familiar with.

Was that a growl?

Yes, they're turtles but they never make this type of animalistic type of growl. This is a sound of warning, to alert the others of their territory. The sound was usually from canines, so how can Donnie make such a sound? This is very abnormal. It made the brothers stand on end.

“Uh, Dee?” It was Mikey’s trembling tone that made Donnie realize what he just did, yet the purple clad turtle still felt that growl start to form in his chest. He had to get out of there. It made him feel terrified of himself, doesn’t trust himself at this moment.

“I’m sorry, guys. Let me go back to my lab and I’ll be fine.” Donnie soon got up from his seat but it felt like he got punched in his chest, and could barely breathe. Then, the migraine that came barreling through was excruciating. He clutched his head and let out a pitiful whimper; his vision became blurry, his heart pounding in his chest as he could sense one of his brothers walk towards him. 

“Stay away from me!” His yell caught the guys off guard but it fell on deaf ears because one of his brothers stood behind him.

“Donnie, what’s going on, bro?” It was Raphael. 

Donnie could smell Raphael’s pheromones. He knew that the brute is an alpha, no doubt about it, but why does he feel threatened by that? Is it because he carries himself so high that the genius wished he could do the same? 

Or was it. . .

“Leo, call Y/N. Something is wrong with Donnie.”

That’s when his body tensed; his heart pounding even more as his blood boiled. 

They have her number.

Raph and the others knew his feelings for Y/N, so why do they have her number? The logical part of him knew why. You are friends with his brothers, or he hopes you’re only friends. Yet that other side of him, the territorial side, was burning with anger. The dark voice in his mind was seething. With Raph right behind him, it sees him as a threat. 

That’s when he let out a muttered gasp. 

What if you were with Raph the whole time?

What if you prefer alpha males like his brother?

Donnie’s heart broke with every thought that came through. All those times you two spent time together, the late calls and texts were nothing? Just someone to talk to when his brother wasn’t available? That part of him howled inside of him and begged to be let out. In that moment, Donnie let it and his vision turned dark. 

He finally gave in.

Raph felt utterly useless. He has no knowledge in the medical field, that was Donnie’s job. Seeing his younger brother in this state has him blocked in all corners. He could have a headache because of the lack of food and water, maybe sleep as well. 

He didn’t notice that Donnie started trembling until he fell to his knees. “Hey, Donnie? You with me?” Raph asked when he touched his shoulder.

Leo and Mikey went to help their brother but stood on end when Donnie spoke. His voice wasn’t the usual shy and introverted one. It was deep, guttural, and downright terrifying.

“Mine.”

Raph was confused. “Mine?”

That’s when it started to throw down. The brute’s eyes widened when Donnie turned so quickly he didn’t have time to react and attacked him. Raph grunted when he was being pinned down to the kitchen floor and went to push him back, but his blood ran cold when he saw his brother's eyes. No longer the beautiful hazel but bloodshot yellow. Not only that, but he grew fangs. 

He soon went back down to earth when Donnie continuously started punching him, but Raph blocked every blow and threw him back. When the purple clad got up, his stance wasn’t the usual ninja stance that they’ve been trained to. It was more of a hunched posture and - if he was a different animal - he would be on four legs. He growled out in warning when Leo and Mikey went to pick up Raph from the floor. 

“Geez, dude, what’s going on?” Mikey says when he brought Raphael to his feet. 

“That’s not Donnie, not anymore. Look at his eyes.” Leo and Mikey looked at Donnie’s eyes and shuttered when Donnie stayed in that position, waiting for them to strike. “Those are the eyes of a killer.”

“When he said ‘mine,’ does he mean Y/N? He does have feelings for her.” Mikey says as he took a step back when Donnie growled once again. 

“Yep, that’s it. He did get bit by that wolf, so he probably got turned into one.” Leo concludes as he stands in front of Mikey, big brother instincts kicking in and starts to protect his brothers. “How do we change him back though is the question.”

“We can find that wolf man that did this to him and get some answers.”

“How? He’s with the police and under investigation.” Raph says as his focus stays on Donnie. He lost his focus once and it won’t happen again. 

“If we tell them what’s going on, then they will bring him in for questioning.” Leo says as he eyed Donnie. “But we need Donnie locked up for now. Otherwise, he will end up hurting everyone. We can’t let him near Sensei.”

“Got a plan, Leo? Cause I will gladly be the brute force.” Raph smirked as he cracked his knuckles. “This is payback for attacking me like that. Brother or not, you wanna fight? I will give you a fight.”

Donnie chuckled. “Best man wins.”

Leo sighed as he sidestepped away from his brothers with Mikey behind him. “I will give you permission this once, just don’t destroy the whole place. Knock him out.”

Raph laughed at that. “You hear that Donnie? Leo gave me permission to go all out. So prepare yourself.”

With that, they both collided. 

Fists and curses were thrown as they fought. Grunts and growls were heard as Raph pushed Donnie away and soon picked him up by the waist, carrying him away from the kitchen. He winced when Donnie beat on his side, the one that isn’t protected by his shell. It made him loosen his grip and Donnie kneed his plastron, making Raph breathless. Since when does Donnie have so much strength? 

No longer in Raph’s grasp Donnie kicked Raph in the face, making Raph spew out blood from his mouth. “Y/N is mine. You think you’re better than everyone? Well, guess what, you’re not. Strength doesn’t help you in every situation.”

“Well it does in this one, brainiac.” Raph growled as he charged at Donnie and got him pinned down to the ground. “If you actually tell her how you feel, then maybe you won’t go territorial on everyone.”

Donnie paused. For a split second, his eyes turned their natural color again. “Wait, you’re not dating her?”

“Gods, no. I have someone else in mind, bro,” Raph said as he rolled his eyes. “For a genius, you are pretty stupid,” With that, he punched Donnie in the face and knocked him out cold. 

Donnie woke up with the most excruciating he ever had. Not only that, his face was sore beyond belief. What happened? He looked around the room and saw that he was in his room. He barely remembers what all that took place; the feeling of anger and betrayal was there, then the animal side of him took over and everything went dark.

Tossing the blanket off him, he slowly rose from the bed and headed towards the door. When he went to open it, however, it was locked. Did they lock him in here? What all took place when he wasn’t in the right mind? Panic filled his being, he needed to get out of here. Usually he doesn’t mind being locked in here, but this is different. He must have done something that made his brothers lock him up in his lab. 

Looking for the keys to the door and unlocking it, he slowly opened it and tried not to alert anyone. His head poked out and that’s when he saw his brothers. Raph holding an ice pack on his face as he spoke to the others. Donnie’s heart clenched. 

Did he do that?

Did he fight his brother?

“Glad that Donnie is in one piece. I was getting worried that Donnie will win,” Leo teased as his arms crossed over his chest.

Raph tsked and leaned back on the couch. “Whatever, Leo, I had it under control.” His eyes turned somber. “He got me good though, never knew Donnie could put up a fight. Turned or not, that brainiac got strength.”

Mikey chuckled. “Is that praise I hear? If Donnie was awake, he would be happy knowing that he almost brought down the beast.” He laughed as Raph shoved him, but the brute was chuckling with him. 

But Donnie wasn’t happy at all. 

He almost killed his brother. 

With this in mind, he stepped out of the lab and that’s when eyes were on him. Raph stood up and sighed. “I may be bruised but I can still go for another round.”

Donnie shook his head, breathing rapidly. Leo saw this. “Wait, Raph, this is the real Donnie you’re talking to.” 

Raph turned back to Donnie and eyed his being. His stance wasn’t like earlier, it’s the timid and nervous one that he was all too familiar with. He looked into his eyes and they were back to the hazel color. This is the real Donatello. 

“I-I hurt my own brother,” Donnie says as he sidesteps when they were walking towards him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t know what came over me.”

After that, his head starts to pound once again. He could feel that the animal side starts to return and he doesn’t know if he could hold on. He needs to get away from here. What if Y/N came in and he was like this? She will get hurt because of him and he would die if he had done something like that to her. 

And he did what he was known for. 

He ran. 

The yells from his brothers were calling him back but he ignored them. He can’t turn back, not when he has control to get away from everyone. Donnie reached the man-hole cover and ran some more, jumping and running on top of buildings. That sickening feeling of his crush looking at him with terrified eyes. 

Donnie felt tears pricking his eyes as he found an abandoned alleyway and took shelter. The purple clad buried in on himself as he let the tears fall, cries of pain left his lips as memories from earlier came rushing at him. He hurt his brother all because of jealousy and anger. 

That’s when he made his decision, he isn’t coming back home - for his brothers and Y/N’s sake.

Because he is really and truly a monster.

“What do you mean Donnie is gone?” Y/N was on her way home from work when the turtle brothers called her about what happened earlier that night. The part where they were on patrol and a wolfman came out of nowhere, bit Donnie, then the genius turned into a wolf himself even though he doesn’t look like one - only the characteristics. The animal side of him was more prudent and had no control over it, even attacked Raph when he mentioned something that only Donnie can answer. 

And it aggravated the woman. She doesn’t like secrets but, for now, the woman can deal with it. 

“Donnie ran out of the lair before we could get a word in, probably guilty for attacking me.” Raph spoke through the phone as she continued to walk down the street. “Can’t blame him though, especially the conversation before it happened. Triggered his animal instincts.”

“Either way, it’s my job to find him?” Y/N said as she looked through alleyways and found nothing, not even a stray cat. “Good thing I just got off from work.”

“We really don’t want you to be part of this but it’s not like we had a choice in this,” Leo says as he eyed the many monitors in Donnie’s lab. “I don’t know how Donnie put up with this technical stuff, too many wires. How do you even log in to his computer?”

“You barely know how to work a phone, bro. You can’t say anything.” Mikey snickered as she heard movement from the other end. “Let me do this. Or you’re gonna get it from Donnie when he comes back.”

“Call me old fashion, Mikey. I prefer it that way.” Leo argued back and Raph laughed.

“Instead of walkie-talkies, we had to use smoke signals for Leo. Otherwise, we’ll overload his ‘old fashioned’ mind.”

Y/N can’t help but to laugh at the brothers' antics. If Donnie was there, he would laugh at Leo’s complaining about technology. “Well try not to overload his mind, guys. There’s no telling what kind of stuff you will go through without him.”

“Hey!” Leo says and she could hear him pout through the phone, making her and the brothers laugh once again. “I will get you guys back, watch your backs.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Raph says as he pauses for a second. “What do you have Mikey?”

“He actually didn’t go that far, but it depends on Y/N’s location.” Mikey was surprising everyone with how smart he has gotten. “What’s your location, Y/N?” 

When she was about to give your location, the woman felt like she was being watched. Turning her head to a dark alleyway, her heart sped up rapidly when yellow eyes stared back at her through the darkness. The figure was tall and she felt so intimidated. 

“Y/N, are you there?” Leo says through the phone. 

The woman swallowed whatever was in her throat and said, “You said Donnie has yellow eyes, right? Well I think I found him.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Was Donnie’s response and he turned away, the glowing yellow eyes no longer there. 

“Donnie, wait!” Y/N called out to him as she went into the darkness. She knew that following him would be dangerous, considering that - even with the city lights - it’s still dark and could barely see anything. 

“Be careful, Y/N. Bring Donnie back and we’ll get some answers.” With that, the call ended. 

Sighing she turned on the flashlight and gasped when Donnie stood in front of her, almost dropping her phone in the process. His expression was something she wasn’t familiar with, but she won’t deny that it was thrilling.

She has to be messed up because he could easily hurt her, but she knew he wouldn’t do it. 

“You need to leave. I told you once and I won't do it again.” He said as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

The woman almost drooled from the way his biceps bulged. Y/N knew that he has muscle but, good heavens, he looks so delicious right now. He isn’t the type to show it off like his brother, says that he prefers to keep his strength somewhere useful. Oh, how she wanted to yell at him during that point. He is a fine specimen and she’s angry that he talked down on himself. 

How can he not realize her feelings for him?

“What if I don’t want to leave? Are you gonna hurt me?” Y/N should be afraid of how Donnie’s eyes bore fury, but she’s not. The complete opposite. She was turned on by this.

Donnie was surprised by the questions. She doesn’t want to leave? Does she realize how dangerous he can be? It wasn’t until he smelt this sweet aroma that made him realize what was happening. 

Was she. . .?

Y/N smirked when his eyes turned dark with lust. “You like me, don’t you?” His eyes widened as she found out his secret, then he became flustered as he averted his gaze somewhere else. “It’s okay, Donnie, I like you too. That’s why I am prepared for this.”

She stepped forward as her fingertips gracefully trailed up from his abdomen, plastron, then his cheek. Her touch burned his every being and the animal side of him growled in want, devouring her until there was nothing left. Donnie lifted his hand towards her waist and pulled her forward; their bodies meshing together as he leaned forward, lips almost colliding. The tension was high between them as more of the sweet scent of her filled his nostrils.

Does she know what she’s doing to him?

“Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to regret anything once we start this.” Donnie says as his eyes locked on hers. He could feel her breath hitched as she stared at his eyes then his lips. “Push me away.”

The woman snickered and gripped the belt loops from his pants. “I don’t think so. You’re too handsome for me to pull away.”

He chuckled deeply at that. “All right. You wanna play that game, then I’ll play.”

His lips soon pressed to hers and she melted into his embrace. Y/N knew she had to bring Donnie back home, but it’s hard to do so when he looks like he’s going to devour her at this moment. 

How could she deny this man?

Not when she knew his feelings. 

The purple terrapin growled deep within his throat as he moved forward and pressed her against the wall, hand her cheek as his lips caressed hers. She tasted so divine; the sweetness and softness of her lips was so addicting. Pop Tarts got nothing on this woman. Tongues colliding, moans and groans shared, and all he wanted was to take her on this wall until she begged either for mercy or more. Having his woman whimper and moan for both made his heart race. 

He pulled away from her lips to her neck, trailing kisses and love bites as her back arches from the red brick - breasts pressing to his plastron. Y/N whimpered when he found a sensitive spot. “Donnie,” she moaned as his hands trailed down her waist and slid inside her shirt. “Hurry, please.”

“Impatient, aren’t we? That’s cute.” He chuckled as his fingertips gently grazed her back, sending chills up her spine. Donnie hummed as the turtle enjoyed the reaction he just received. “Safe word is pi to the ninth decimal. You better prepare yourself, darling.”

With that, he took off her jeans from her body. Donnie wanted to destroy them but she said otherwise, and doesn't want his brothers seeing her in this predicament. The genius can’t help but to laugh at the irony. She’s worried about his brothers seeing her but they are completely in the open. 

“Honey, you do realize we are in an alley. Even if it is abandoned, someone will come through here at any time.” She gasped when he lifted her up by her waist and had her legs over his shoulders while he stood. “Imagine someone walking down this way and seeing you like this. Legs spread while a man takes you to another realm with his tongue.”

Y/N moaned as he delved into her heat; his tongue dragged over her sensitive pearl and she mewled out her pleasure only for him. Donnie growled as he tasted her for the first time and he had to dive in for more, whimpers and moans were heard from the woman above him when he delved his tongue deeper from within. Her words of praise left her swollen lips as she rocked her hips, legs shaking by the ecstasy he’s delivering. 

His hand came around her and pressed over her pearl, smirking when his woman had to cover her mouth from screaming. His tongue was too good. Felt so good. And the woman came without giving him a warning, but he wasn’t complaining. The complete opposite. He took pride knowing he was the one giving her the pleasure, taking her this high. He drank from her, every single drop until she quake from the overstimulation.

“You’re so beautiful, darling. Your body is so gorgeous and I will eat this dessert everyday if you let me, you taste so delicious.” He growled when he finished but he dove right back in, making the woman above him squirm from it all. Curses and tongues were spilling from her throat as she gripped his head, the woman looked down to him and she wanted to spill everything right there. 

His eyes were darker than usual. Yellow, yes, but there’s some predatory about his gaze and she felt so small. Just him picking her up and having her legs over his shoulders - showing her his strength - has her heart doing cartwheels and somersaults.  Whatever insecurities she had, they were thrown to the window. Cause if her man looks at her like she was his only meal and will devour her with any chance he could get, then sign her up! 

She will gladly offer to this man before her. 

With her mouth still covered, she wailed as she came once again - legs trembling when he drank from her. His groans and growls were everything, they resonated to her femininity and she wanted to cry from how good he was pleasuring her. After he was done, he slowly eased her down and had her legs wrapped around his waist. Her eyes were filled with pleasurable tears and he licked his lips from satisfaction. He took a mental picture of this moment

“We’re not even close to being done, honey.” Donnie worked on the belt and unbutton on his pants, unzipping it, then her body went ablaze when she saw him. 

She knew that he isn’t going to be average but, seeing it in front of her, has her drooling. And worried. Her insides clenched over nothing and Donnie chuckled at her eagerness. The tip of his cock rubbed her pearl in a teasing manner and the woman whimpered. 

“Donatello, stop teasing me and take me already!” Y/N said, aggravation in her voice as she rocked her hips once again. Donnie found amusement in this and watched her try to get him inside of her.

“Do you claim me as your mate?” Was all he said as he leaned down towards her lips, his cock still teasing her. “Are you sure you want this? This is your chance to back out.”

Y/N looked up at him and placed her palms on his cheeks, thumbs gently caressing them. “I accept all of you: flaws and all. I want all of you, Donnie. So, please, take me as yours.” she kissed his lips passionately and felt him sigh as they delved into each other once again. 

Donnie never felt so happy in his life. The woman he loved accepted all of him, even the animal inside of him and he felt so giddy. Overjoyed. He smiled brightly and kissed her forehead. “Then I accept all of you, my darling, and let me give you all the pleasure I could give.”

With that, they became one.

Everything was a blur; the adrenaline and the burning passion that flowed within their veins as they relinquished with one another. Even if it was from a dark alley, they could care less on who could walk by. His hand gripping the wall while the other held her waist and gave the best passionate, love making he could offer. 

And she went up so high.

The ecstasy and the burning heat from their bodies as they collided with each other was tremendous. This was hard to believe that Donnie never did this before; never felt this type of passion and love in his life, especially from a human woman. His heart could burst from how happy he was. She took in everything of him, and her body quakes from the intensity of his passion. Eyes glisten with pleasurable tears as she spoke out her pleasure with moans and wails. 

He kissed her once again; he was starving for her taste. The sweetness of her kisses. She pulled him in even more with her arms and legs, tongue swirled with each other in a beautiful dance. They both pull away and gasp as their wave of passion slowly peaks. Donnie kissed her neck and she tilted it for more access, then she let out a silent scream when his fangs pierced her flesh. Through the pain, she came with such ferocity that the man above her trembled. His deep groans vibrated throughout her body as he, too, rode the waves of ecstasy. 

Now, she was his and only his. 

She is now claimed.

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I don't think ya'll understand what this gif is doing to me.

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

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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.”

[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.

[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*

[raphaelsrightarm]

For bayverse turtles head cannons could you do their kinks, like top 3 or top 5 kinks please if you’re comfortable with that? Also love you and your work! 🥰🥰🥰

Long time no see haha I appreciate your patience with me for all this time but here are some of my ideas for them...

I kept most of these gender neutral but there are a few that are gendered a bit more for a female s/o

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY

Leo:

Voyeurism- consensually of course - Leo loves watching you touch yourself, plain and simple. Especially when the two of you first started being intimate. It showed him all the ways you like to be touched, showed him what feels the best to you. The further the two of you go into your relationship, it turns more into him simply loving the way pleasure looks on you. It doesn’t matter if you use your hands or a toy, he loves watching you get yourself ready for him.  

Tantric Sex - He loves intimacy, and he sees sex as a way of really feeling close to you. And yeah sometimes he needs the relief that a good fuck can give, there are nights when he just wants to feel you. To have you wrapped around him, arms looped around his neck to pull him closer  telling him of your adoration for him and him telling you the same. The journey for him can be as satisfying as the destination. 

Edging - This can go both ways for him, he loves both bringing you to brink before denying you, only to continue building you up before he finally makes you cum. But he also loves to do the same to himself, mostly by pleasing you. Whether it’s with his hand or mouth, you’ll notice him slowly stroke himself, never fully giving into his own pleasure until he absolutely can’t take it anymore. He loves to make that high even more intense when he finally chases it.

Bondage - This guy loves control. He also loves this because it shows how much trust you put in him. He sees it as its own unique form of intimacy, to allow him to tie your wrists above your head and to know that he wouldn’t do anything but please you. Afterwards, he always feels closer to you knowing how deep the trust runs between the two of you.

Heels - I’ve always thought he is a fan of legs. Doesn’t matter how thick or thin, short or long, he loves legs. Which is part of the reason he loves to see you in heels so much. They just bring out your legs in a way that drives this poor guy insane. He also secretly loves the sound of heels against the floor

Raph:

Biting/Giving Hickies - He is obsessed with seeing anything on you that marks you as his. He may not be able to be beside you at all times to keep others away, but a nice hickey on the side of your neck would work just fine. He's possessive

Spanking - Because he is an ass man, expect him to be touching the butt, a lot. He loves watching it jiggle after he smacks it and to feel how soft you are under his hands. He may also spank the kitty, if you're down with that of course…

Degradation - This will only happen to the extent that you allow it. Though he would never make fun of your body or anything like that. He loves to call you 'his whore' while he's fucking you so good the only thing you can do is agree (there are also times when he would ask for you to say it yourself).

Thigh-fucking - I'm not gonna lie, this man has an obsession with thick thighs. I'm talking cellulite and stretch marks. He loves all of it. This would be used mostly when the two of you start having sex, because let's be real this guy is PACKING so it'll be best to take things slow. He'll lift your legs up to his shoulders, and you'll cross your ankles together and just watch him get off, bonus points if you tell him how sexy he looks while he does it.

Facials - This one can go along with his obsession with giving you hickies, though this one obvisouly is much more private. He just loves the visual of it all, ya know? Staking his claim, basically. He's a possessive guy, and he tries to tone it down outside the bedroom, but he allows it to come through HEAVILY behind closed doors, and this is one of his favorite ways, by having you on your knees in front of him, his cum traced across your mouth ........

Donnie:

Sex Toys - This can span all the way from vibrators to restraints even, when he has the time to go all out with you he will absoluately take advantage of that if you're down. One of his favorites is to use a vibrator on your clit while he fucks you slow, so slow that it drives you isane, but believe that he'll have you taken care of multiple times before the night is over

Overstimulation - So this can go hand in hand with the passage above, he wants to see how much you can take, and all four of them were blessed with a high sex drive, he can go as many times as you need him to honestly. He loves the nights that leave you in a trembling mess underneath him, your nails digging into his skin with tightly you're holding onto him. It also secretly brings a swelling pride to his chest to know that he's capable of bringing you there

Phone Sex/Nudes - Let's be real this guy gets busy; there are times where he can't see you in person but trust that he won't let that complicate things too much; he loves to hear you say the filthy things you want him to do next time he's with you as he strokes himself, legs spread wide. If you were also comfortable with sending him pictures he would be ALL over that; even has a seperate folder for them that is heavily locked down

Thigh riding - Imagine sitting on his lap in his desk chair, kissing him as his hands roam up and down your body before they land on your hips, guiding them back and forth but not allowing you to go any faster than he wants you to, all the while he's whispering all the things he wants to do to you while you whimper into his ear, pressure building up higher and higher; yeah, he's a fan of this one

Choking - He'll usually only do this when his focus is completely on you, one hand between your legs while the other is squeezing the sides of your throat. Breath play can intensify an orgasm, and he loves watching it race through you even stronger. There are even times when he's alone that he'll do this for himself but you don't find that out unitl later

Mikey:

Praise - This can go either way for him, honestly. He loves to praise you but loves even more to be praised himself. He needs to know how good he's making you feel, and for you to vocalize that to him would only make him want to go even harder. Complimenting his body especially would drive him insane.

Begging - OOOO boy, this one kills him. He loves hearing you ask for what you want, it helps him feel much more confident in whatever it is the two of you do knowing just how badly you need it; also to hear the person he loves beg him to touch them, kiss them, fuck them, it drives him absolutely inSANE

Massages - His love language is touch, so being able to run his hands over your skin is quite possibly his favorite thing to do anyways, but having you laid out before him, whining the longe rhe goes on, though the both of you know he won't be able to deny you for long...

Face-Sitting - This one I feel a bit self explanatory, this guy is a munch, any possible way you let him eat you out he's going to go for it

Semi-public - A secret part of him loves watching you try to stay quiet even when your on the brink of your orgasm. He also enjoys the risk that's involved with possibly getting caught in the act especially when your legs are on his shoulders and all you can do is whisper broken up words begging him to go harder ahdkashdkjaskdfskj

[niphredil-14]

OH MY STARS THIS WAS FABULOUS!

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

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

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

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

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

Weak Spot - Finale - Chapter 70

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

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

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

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

Warm.

Sun kissed, you were drunk on cradled heat.

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

Your honeymoon.

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

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

Donnie didn’t see it that way.

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

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

She was a nice lady.

You liked her very much.

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

It was only the beginning of your decadence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could also feel his composure.

Your rings linked and spoke of only happiness.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.” He tapped your nose.

You giggled.

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

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

“Technically…?” Donnie dipped to kiss you.

You opened your eyes to see your husband.

You committed his smile to memory.

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

He chuckled. “Understood.”

“Find me a cool shell.”

“The ecosystem…” Donnie complained.

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

Donnie made a slight grumble before he agreed.

You got a second kiss and he was off.

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

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

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

You stared at him.

He was a liar.

It was plain as day.

No man staying at this resort would lift a finger.

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

There was more.

He’d asked no question.

He hadn’t asked to look.

The farthest he’d gotten was his pathetic story.

He now stood.

Obviously nervous from where you’d left him hanging.

Hands rung.

Dart of his eyes.

More signs of lying.

Above all though, you recognized this man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why was he here?

You continued to stare.

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

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

He jarred.

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

“I love you.”

Your mouth opened and stale air came out.

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

“What time is it?”

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

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

“Yes, I-”

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

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

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

“That’s well-”

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

He didn’t try to speak again.

It was his only saving grace. 

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

He was either patient, honest, or that stupid. 

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

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

He balked openly.

You chuckled.

He perked up at the sound “May I…?”

“No.” You smiled.

He looked newly put out.

You weren’t playing by some unseen script.

In his mind, you should have been kinder.

It spoke of privilege.

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

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

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

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

You wanted to laugh.

Instead you pasted on a face of thought.

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

Through your ring he didn’t feel mad.

You reached through the connection.

He wasn’t far off.

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

You felt him respond to your probing with curiosity.

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

You now had a timeline to respond to this stranger. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’d deluded himself thus far.

Instead, you picked the only piece you cared about.

His omission.

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

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

You let the same openly paint yours.

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

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

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

“On my honeymoon, dipshit.”

“D-dip-!?”

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

The man seemed to rethink his entire life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He made a soft, curious trill.

You leaned your head against his.

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

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

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

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

“Seventh warmest…” Donnie nuzzled your neck.

“You would know that…”

He hummed agreement and kissed you.

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

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

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

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

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

He snapped your body flush to him.

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

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

“Marriage kink.”

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

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

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

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

He churred openly with a satisfied grin.

“We-we’ve been going at it nonstop…!”

“Because we can.”

“We always can!”

“Not like this.”

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

He was quiet.

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

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

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

His eyes rolled and you yanked him down.

“Say it.”

He flicked his eyes away with shame.

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

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

“Donatello.”

“Not married…”

You kissed him in reward.

“Time to make up for. Newly entwined.”

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

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

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

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

“Want me?”

“Always.”

“Even when I’m old and gray?”

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

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

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

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

He pet your back.

He didn’t need to press its honesty.

You both knew.

You loved him.

You loved him so much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He grunted in bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don…!”

He stepped out in time and raised a drawn brow.

You held up an apparatus that clinked against itself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If the moment arose.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The town was deserted.

You joked aloud about missing the bus.

You painted teasing woes about missing dinner.

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

The city did not respond.

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

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

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

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

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

You were both on similar yet different hunts.

This had been your proposal and what you agreed upon.

The chase that was on both your terms.

You gave Donnie time to prepare.

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

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

Your bond was more than strong enough.

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

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

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

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

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

Narrowing your gaze, you studied the space.

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

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

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

No, you would have heard it land.

What else reflected light?

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

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

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

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

Your body shuddered at the cold steely texture.

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

“You jerk. I did find you…!”

Donnie churred and it echoed in the alley behind you.

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

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

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

It was the item you found in his suitcase. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Never.” He spoke in his own voice.

You smiled as you leaned forward.

The mechanical arms brought you in close.

He puffed out his chest with pride.

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

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

He came forward with an all too eager jolt.

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

“You won. You’ve always won.”

You smiled and pulled harder to kiss him.

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

💜THE END💜

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

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

[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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Kinktober Day 2

Kinktober Day 2-Sex Pollen

Rise!Donnie x reader

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

Requests open for fluff and kinktober along with regular fics!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[unitato722]

Thinking about the first few times with the turtles in a more realistic light.

The first time you decide to let him inside of you, you don't expect too much. This is his first time having sex, so it's only fair that it's more of a learning experience than anything else.

You start with lots of prep. He doesn't want to hurt you, even when you assure him that you might feel a bit sore. He's so nervous that by the time he finally puts his dick in you he's full on trembling. You talk him through it as much as you can, but let's be honest- there's no way you can be completely there when he's stretching you so wide on his fat cock.

He pushes in slowly, and with every inch your breath hitches. He only gets half way inside of you before he's moaning and cumming buckets. He's barely conscious enough to pull out after the first three seconds, and even then he's still letting out the most sultry "hahhh~" and "oh fuuuuuh~".

That's how it's going to be the first few times. Their bodies slowly becoming used to the sensation of entering your velvety cunt. Nine times out of ten you won't end up getting off, but it's not because they didn't try, it's mostly because they're so braindead from how hard they came that you have to take care of and love on your man until they remember how to speak.

The first time they are able to finally start focusing on making you feel good you better be ready.

Chances are that he's been doing his research on how to make you cum. He probably feels bad that you haven't been enjoying it as much as he has, no matter how many times you insist that you don't mind.

He's between your legs, eating you like a man starved. He makes you cum at least twice before he's shucking his pants and boxers. He crawls up your body slowly as he trails kisses from your hips up across your chest and neck, nipping at your pulse point in the way that makes you gasp. He lets his cock rest against your pussy and slowly slides it up and down, collecting your arousal on his shaft while he shoves his tongue in your mouth.

The kiss is so dirty that you completely lose yourself in it, nearly missing when his head catches at your entrance. He pulls away from you and slowly starts to push in, watching as your mouth falls open in a breathless moan. Once he's half way he stops and tilts your head to look at him. "Beg for me baby." It's like a plea against your lips, and who are you to deny the one who stole your heart?

"Please," you moan out. "Need you so fucking bad~ babyy~" and then he's bottoming out leaving your brain in pieces on the floor. All you can think about is how good he feels, how good you feel.

It starts out slowly, him pulling all the way out before slowly feeding it back into your gushing folds. Once he knows you're ready he starts speeding up, hips snapping against yours as his hands hold yours next to your head. All the while he never looks away from you, too obsessed with the way your face portrays your arousal.

He's able to hold himself back from cumming until he feels you clamping down on him, and then he's losing himself as he spews out praise and sweet words as he jackhammers his release into you.

After that he takes care of you, holding your face and telling you how well you did as he cleans up the mess between your thighs. He's kissing all the bites he left on your neck as he lays with you on his chest, fingers running through your hair comfortingly.

It takes you quite some time to come back to reality, but he's patient and he never rushes you. The second you regain your sense of mind you look up at him, mouth agape in shock. "When the hell did you get good at sex?" You demand, and he laughs.

"You'd be surprised what I've learned the last few weeks baby," he replied with a kiss to your forehead. "Maybe I can show you after you get some rest."

"Deal."

You've never fallen asleep so quickly.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

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

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

Thank you!!

You’re Older Than Him (18+)

Rise!Donatello x older!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[truffle-draws-turtles]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

[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.

[citruswriter]

TMNT Masterlist

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

Characters I Write For

Master Splinter 🧡

Leonardo 💛/🩷

Raphael 💛/🩷

Donatello 💛/🩷

Mikey 💛/🩷

TMNT Boyfriend Scenarios

Animalistic Reader 🧡/💚if you squint

Second Meeting/Becoming Close 🧡

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

Then Finding Out You Have A Partner 🧡

Breaking Up With Your Partner 🧡

Tender Moments/Realizing You're In Love 🧡

Being Rescued From Danger 🧡

Confessing 🧡

Animal Love 🧡

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All Turtles/No Specific Pairing

Say It Again 🧡

Bayverse Turtles x Younger Sibling Reader 🧡

Yandere Bayverse Turtles x Receptive Darling 💛/🩷

Bayverse Turtles x Adopted Younger Sibling Reader 🧡

Bayverse Turtles x Eepy Reader 🧡

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

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

Whatever This Is 🧡

ROTTMNT Boys x ND Reader during 4th of July 🧡

Bayverse Turtles x Kitsune Little Sister 🧡

Bayverse Turtles x Fainting Disorder Reader 🧡

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Leonardo

High Standards 🧡

ROTTEN Leo x Southern Reader Blurb 💚

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Donatello

Imagine Blurb 💛

Relinquish 🧡/🩷

Glasses 🧡

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Raphael

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Michaelangelo

ROTTMNT Mikey x Reader Imagine 💛

ROTTMNT Yandere Mikey x Reader Blurb 💛/🩷

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Polyamorus Writings

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Tcest Masterlist Here!

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

[pandulce135]

Manmade Machine (Donatello x Reader Smut)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Trust me, please.”

You nodded. 

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

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

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

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

“Engineer.” 

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

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

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

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

You heard the chair creak again. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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