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fishsticksloser · 4 months
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Can I request a fluff with Rise Donnie where Donnie has had other relationships in the past but Reader is like the exact opposite of him {in both personality wise and the fact that he is their first relationship}
Inexperienced!Reader
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Donnie x gn!reader
Warnings: fluff, inexperience, tiny bit angsty?
A/N: Was feeling really motivated this last weekend but had no time to write... *sigh*
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You're so sweet
So kind
So quiet
He loves it
Donnie believes you two compliment each other very well
He's so patient
Literally has a spreadsheet about it all
You can update it whenever
But it has sections and you can tick which one's your comfortable with
Like for holding hands or other forms of touching he has it to where he prefers to initiate
So you can pick whatever you're looking for
Like kissing?
You're not ready for that?
Tick 'no' and you're all set
Donnie checks the spreadsheet fairly regularly to see if you've changed how you feel about something
You ticked 'yes' to something then changed it to 'no'?
He will apologize profusely, making you something special to make up for it
Your comfort and consent are his top priority
He won't even make a move to kiss you until you've checked the 'yes' box
Though he can't stop thinking about your lips
He's still so respectful and patient
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f1oricide · 5 months
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4/4💜👻
Taglist: @itsyagurlchip (if u want to be added, lmk in the inbox or comments)
KING BOO DONNIE!!! I kinda rushed this but I think it looks great :)) I am SO tempted to draw the tongue but I know better than to give y’all heart palpitations <3
Idea created by: @gal-with-pastels
And inspired by: @lexiechr @sweaterrat
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cutielights · 6 months
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Hanging out with Donnie pre-relationship
Tw: none
Leo’s version
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Super excited to “bond” with you but tries his absolute hardest to play it cool
Don’t want to ruin that bad boy image after all
His version of bonding is you being in the same room as each-other
Either putting on headphones to block out his music or jamming out together
Depends on your taste in music
Praise him
JUST DO IT
I’m like 90% sure he’d love you forever if you actively listen to his long rambling about his tech
“But this probably doesn’t matter because your not listening anyway-“
“What yes I am? Tf? You need to fix the pressure because it’s been aiming funny.”
“Oh” *crush intensifies tenfold*
*happiness sounds*
Doesn’t actively seek physical touch but actually doesn’t mind it
He claims you can’t watch Lou Jitsu whilst he’s working because it would distract him
You guys watch it after tho!
He wouldn’t let you touch his comics, no matter how much he likes you
Those are in MINT CONDITION
He would like them to stay that way
Giving him a slice of pizza to sustain him on Mikey’s request
He’s making absolutely bomb coffee
You know why
Absolutely so relieved the lights are off to hide his ever blushing face
You asking him if he’s alright
“What? Scoff. Ha- of course I’m alright.”
He’s not looking forward to Leo teasing the ever living life out of him after you leave
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ju1cyfru1t · 7 months
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Hello!! Could you do this (https://www.tumblr.com/ju1cyfru1t/726231091217874944/when-you-wipe-away-their-kisses-as-a-joke?source=share) with Donnie and he takes it too far and reader ends up crying because it's been a week and y/n thinks they genuinely messed up and he hates them now? So, hurt but comfort
You don't have to 💙✨
YYYEEESSS HAHAHAHHAHSJDJ THANK YOU IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR HURT/COMFORT HOPE YOU LIKE IT BAE 💜💜💜💜💜
you didn’t specify so I’m going to assume a one shot/Drabble :D
Rise! Donatello x gn reader
syn: reader wiped away Donnie’s kiss so now he’s refusing to kiss them…until it’s gone too far.
wiping away their kisses
hurt->comfort
established relationship
I tried my best 😭 not thoroughly proof read
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It had been a week. Seven whole days, and Donatello was still holding out from kissing you. Why waste his time on something you would just so carelessly wipe away? You would just have to learn the hard way that Donnie holds grudges.
Sure, there were a couple times he felt a little bad. And sure, there were a few times he wanted to give in. He was just trying to get back at you. No harm in that, right?
Except to you, who by this point regretted your little stunt wholeheartedly. You knew you shouldn’t be surprised with his dramatic behavior, but this felt different. Like you had really messed up and the guilt was just too much.
So on the eighth day of your kiss drought(?), when you leaned in and he swerved his head the other way with a small smirk, he was about to realize he had taken it too far.
“Donnie, please! I said I was really, really sorry! Two reallys!!!” You stared at him pleadingly, but he didn’t even look up from his phone.
Until he heard your little sniffle, and whipped his head to look at you with tears in your eyes.
“Please! I never meant to ruin-“ His shock was evident when you couldn’t even finish your sentence through tears.
He was struggling to process what was happening. He felt so guilty and weird seeing you like that, and he did not like it. I mean, Donnie never meant to make you cry. He just…wanted to get you back.
Donnie was slouched over, rubbing your back awkwardly and avoiding eye contact.
“Y/N…please don’t cry, I’m..uh,“ Apologizing was never one of his many skills, so please appreciate his effort. “I’m sorry. You really, really didn’t ruin anything…” Wow, two ‘really’s.’
“But- …but you hate me now! I should have never-“
“What?” He couldn’t help but cut you off, he didn’t know you felt that way. “ I don’t hate you, Y/N. I just wanted to get even for messing with me…I’m sorry. I….love you.”
That’s how you knew he really meant it, he wouldn’t be so vulnerable like this if he didn’t care about your feelings. He did it just for you because he knew you needed to hear it.
You almost wanted to cry harder at his sweet(?) words, but for his sake you didn’t.
“ I love you too, Dee. But please, please let me kiss you!”
(Most of) The guilt and tension faded from Donnie’s chest and he let out a deep breath with a sly smile.
“I suppose…since you asked so politely.”
In the end, I guess you both got what you wanted.
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tmntfixationxreader · 1 month
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Y/n: Would you love me if I was a beach ball?
Donnie: We both know how I feel about beach balls... So no.
*****
Y/n hours later: *sighs loudly*
Mikey: What's wrong, Y/n?
Y/n: Donnie says he doesn't love me...
Donnie, yelling from his laboratory: AS A BEACH BALL!!
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dawnthequeen · 2 months
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one last try
pairing: donatello x reader
show: rottmnt
tags: fem reader, jealous donnie, wingman leo, rowdy reader
warnings: cursing (once), y/n used once, maybe ooc idk 😞
word count: 1326
Your hair was bleach blonde before you met them. You were trying to settle on a color, but you just couldn’t make up your mind. You thought about dying it your favorite color, then decided not to because what if it didn’t compliment you? That would be the absolute END OF THE WORLD.
But! Your mind was made for you after you had gone on one of your wannabe superhero escapades and met some… strange boys.
You could fight decently, and when you first saw them you definitely thought they were some sort of evil monsters from another planet that you’d have to somehow defeat, however you were pleasantly surprised to find that they were just teenage mutant boys! They were your age, too.
You helped them out with the villain they were tailing and ended up making friends with them! They told you about this lair they lived in that was inside the sewers and that you should visit. You promised you would, though you looked…
Different.. When you arrived. Your blonde hair was now purple. Everyone knew immediately what was going on, especially after how you acted when they first met you. Well… everyone except the one you wanted to notice. Donatello.
He immediately piqued your interest after you had realized they weren’t evil space aliens there to kill you. He was smart, witty, and had this whole bad boy persona that made him oh so attractive. It’s like he was made to be your kryptonite.
Though he didn’t seem to feel that way about you. Actually, all of his brothers couldn’t help but adore you. You were this loud, rowdy girl who was also super fun to talk to. Those were all of the reasons Donnie didn’t like you.
You irritated him so much that his entire body flared up, angry heat spreading across his face. You went on and on about things that happened at school, or at home, or with this girl who told you that your sense of style was bad. You were invading his life all the time, and he was sick of it. Who were you to barge in and talk to him and try to be his friend? The audacity!
Yeah. He hated you. Sadly, that was the exact opposite of how you felt about him.
You tried for a few months to charm him or to generally befriend him, but he shot down every attempt. He showed absolutely zero interest in you, and you were going to accept that.
Until Leo had an idea, which is what led you to now.
You had just walked into the lair, a nervous smile plastered on your face. “Hey guys!”
The boys all perked up, looking over at the door. “Yoo!! Y/N!! It’s so good to see you–” Mikey got up and grinned before freezing.
Raphael was second to get up. “Did you get here saf–” He paused.
Donnie barely spared you a glance before he did a double take. “What did you do to your hair?”
Your normally purple hair was blue. Blue like..
“You look great!”
Leonardo.
“Thanks! I really like how the color turned out.” You didn’t acknowledge Donnie or his question, skipping over to Leo and sitting next to him.
“Blue really suits you.” He wore a shit-eating grin as he watched his twin from the corner of his eye.
Leo had always known that Donnie liked you. He saw the smiles that Donnie hid, and the way that he would just.. Look at you. Really look at you. That’s why he jumped to action the moment you told him you were going to try to move on. He prompted one last try. One last shot at winning Donnie over. He had tried to give Donnie time to process his feelings for you, but he just wasn’t getting it, and it was hurting you.
“D’aww, thank you.” You put a hand on his arm, mentally gagging. “Wanna hang out in your room?”
“Definitely!” He stood up, holding out a hand that you took as you both went on your way to his room.
Donnie was fuming. He had no idea why, but he was fuming. He had always passed off you and Leo’s friendship as an annoyance. Two loud mouths put together. Annoying, but bearable. But this… Were you dating? You ignored him. You just walked right up to Leo, then walked right into his room! His bedroom. It’s not like you two didn’t hangout there alone before, but it was just.. Just weird now!
Why was this bothering him so much? He shouldn’t care what you were doing. He shouldn’t care that you dyed your hair.
Then it dawned on him. It hit him like an anvil, this realization that he was not ready for.
He liked you.
All those times he brushed you off and you irritated him, he was really flustered. His face getting hot from anger was him blushing. You made him blush. You invaded his life because he let you. You invaded his brain because he likes you.
He didn’t know what to do with this newfound crush. You were very possibly dating his brother, and he didn’t want to ruin your relationship just because he figured out his feelings too late. He screwed it up.
But.. there was something that lingered inside him, telling him that he shouldn’t be so sure that you were dating Leo. He just hoped that little voice was right.
..
The next time you found yourself alone with Donnie was that night, in the kitchen. You had decided to sleepover since you genuinely did go over to hangout with everyone, not just Leo in an attempt to make Donnie jealous.
After Donnie had passed up watching movies with you guys in favor of working on a project, you hadn’t seen him. You and Leo’s plot didn’t seem like it worked. He was the exact same Donnie, just kind of.. Avoiding you?
You ran out of your drink during the second movie and excused yourself to the kitchen to refill it. To your surprise, you ran into Donnie, who had gone to get some water.
“Oh, hey.” You tilted your head a little when he tensed, slowly turning to you.
“Ah… Hey.” He swallowed, looking back to his cup.
You walked over to the fridge, grabbing a soda can. “What have you been up to?” Your usually energetic demeanor had disappeared, and you spoke with a soft voice.
It bothered him. “Just this.. Thing.”
“Ah.” You nodded, taking a sip from your cup. It was silent for a minute, and just as you were about to leave, Donnie spoke.
“..Are you dating Leonardo?”
“W– what?” You coughed on your drink, nearly forgetting all about you and Leo’s plan. “Oh.” You swallowed. “No, we’re not.”
Donnie visibly relaxed, enough that even you noticed. “Oh.”
The two of you were silent again. “..Why did you change your hair?”
You looked at the can before setting it down, rubbing the back of your neck. “I uh.. I guess I just didn’t think purple suited me.”
Donnie stared at you, looking for something in your eyes before he casually stepped closer to you. “I think it suits you.”
You looked up, blinking at him. “R–really?”
Donnie nodded. “And uh, I think purple would like to.. Apologize.. For not treating you well in the past, and not realizing how much he– I mean it, cared.” His cheeks heated up, and he glanced to the side.
You stared at him before you smiled softly, pink dusting your cheeks. You giggled. “Well, I hope purple knows that it’s okay, and I still like it.”
He looked at you again, his lips twitching up into a smile. “Really?”
You moved your hand down, taking his cautiously. “Really.”
+ extra
You and Donnie walked hand in hand into the living room, the both of you blushing brightly.
Leo looked over before whistling. “Called it!” 
a/n: would anyone want like a pt 2 of this at any point ??? lmk if soo... same w if u want a version of this with one of the other boys <3
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nyxus-nyx · 4 months
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RTP Donnie Cuddles
(This takes place before the accident of losing his brothers and you.)
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Dee cuddles
     Dee laid on the soft surface of his couch, slowly sinking into it with you. The turtles larger body and build causing it to sink and fold around him more, you on the other hand was small compared to him.
Your face nuzzling into his chest and letting out a mumble, your hair frizzy from the friction. Your small plush body against his solid and hard plastron, smooth and has edges. 
Dee let out a quite loving sigh as his body relaxes more, having you on top of him makes his heart beat faster. His soft golden eyes trace every shape and form of your face, you adorable smile made him softly grin.
His hand circling your back gently, his other resting on your lower back. Dee’s head lifting it up and nuzzling into yours, the smell of your shampoo filling his senses and he lets out a chirp.
You lift your heart with a stupid grin and he rolls his eyes, you giggle and kiss his forehead. Your lips feel the soft fabric of his mask before slowly trailing down to his cheek, he let out a scoff.
“Just on the cheek?” He looked into your eyes and you roll them, “would you prefer on your lips?” He looked to the side easing his arm up and placing his hand on his chin, pretending to think hard.
“Possibly, but I have no idea where they’ve been..” he looked at you with a grin.
“Oh shush you!” You laugh as you lean in to kiss him, he chuckled deeply and he kissed back. He pulls away and nuzzles your cheek, he lets out soft quite chirr’s. You shake your head and lay it back down on his plastron, yawning.
He sighs and placed his arms back around you, closing his eyes along with yours.
“Love you.” He whispered.
“More than Atomic Lass?”
“.. Maybe.”
You laugh and he shook his head chuckling.
(@notjustdragonspages)
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thejudiciousneurotic · 5 months
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Could you write a comfort headcanon with the bayverse boys with a s/o who's just going through a shit week (if you're uncomfortable feel free to skip)
Ooo yes!
Not at all, I love this! Hope you enjoy & thank you for the ask <3 :)
HCs for the Bayverse Turtles with a s/o who's just gone through a shit week
Tags: bayverse tmnt, head canons, aged up turtles, fluff, hurt/comfort
Leo
Being a leader means needing to be aware of the feelings of those around you
so naturally it doesn't take Leo long to pick up on your feelings
he doesn't waste time asking, but he is gentle with his approach at the same time
"you don't look so good"
"do you want to talk about it?"
10/10 listening skills
he will offer to make you his special tea that he doesn't even share with his brothers
he will sit with you and listen for as long as you need with the patience of a saint
he won't interrupt or offer any quick fixes - he'll just listen and offer small words of comfort here and there
maybe even put his arm around you if the moment feels right because he wants you to feel supported
if you broke down crying because it was all just too much he would be quick to jump in and catch you, pulling you in for one of the best hugs you've ever received
"hey, hey, hey! it's going to be okay"
"there, there"
ultimate big brother who is used to comforting his little brothers so knows just what to do
he will hold your head and rub small circles on your back to help you settle
after you finally calm down he will wipe away your tears and give a reassuring smile that lets you know that everything is going to be okay
plants a forehead kiss when he finally sees you smile again
Raph
Raphael is always keenly aware of things when it comes to his s/o
He takes a more direct approach when asking if you're okay because there's no point beating around the bush
"you're upset. tell me why so I know who I need to beat the shit out of for making you feel this way"
When you tell him about the shitty week you've had he tries to make you feel better by suggesting you both do an activity that makes you happy
when you tell him you aren't in the mood for that he quietly sits with you instead
he doesn't really know what to say in moments like this so will wait for you to say something
if neither of you speak after a while he will silently wrap his arm around you just to let you know he's there for you, even if he doesn't know what to do or say
but that's enough for you
you find yourself breaking down in tears as his gentle touch becomes the final trigger, releasing the flood of emotions you've been tightly holding in
seeing you cry somehow hurts him just as much, because he feels useless for not knowing what to say
so instead of words he pulls you into a tight embrace and holds you
it's almost too tight, but it lets you know that he's here for you no matter what
he holds you for as long as it takes for you to calm down
will wipe away your tears and press his forehead against yours to let you know that you aren't alone
Donnie
It takes Donnie a little longer to pick up on your cues
he isn't as great at reading people as he is at reading computer code after all
but when he does piece together that you haven't exactly had the best week, he is quick to want to help
it's almost funny how he goes from being oblivious to hyper concerned
but fixing things is his specialty
he will make you your favourite drink and invite you to sit with him in his lab to vent about your week while he works
except he won't actually get much work done because he can't help being a great listener and will hang onto your every word, carefully reading into what you're saying because he wants to understand and offer any advice he can to help you feel better
even if after listening to you vent he can't think of a solution, he will offer kind words to reassure you that everything is going to be okay
will awkwardly place his hand on your back to let you know he's there for you
you take that as him wanting to reach out but still trying to be respectful of your boundaries so you initiate the hug instead
he's taken aback by it at first but once he processes what is happening, he melts into it and holds you without restraint
Mikey
Mikey notices that you're upset almost immediately
You have barely stepped foot into the lair and he has already noticed your heavy footsteps and deflated demeanour, indicating that something isn't right
he is the most emotionally attuned out of all the turtles after all
will also be direct in asking you what is wrong
will actively listen to you but can't help but jump in here and there with a remark or comment
just wants to show he's listening and so he can't help responding
he will want to do everything he can to cheer you up
"let's play _____"
"we could go get ice-cream together"
when he finally realises you aren't in the mood for games or ice-cream, he will stop suggesting and offer to watch tv together instead
you aren't really in the mood for tv but it doesn't take as much energy so you indulge with him
he takes the initiative and pulls you into his lap for cuddles on the couch and puts on something you both enjoy
you don't really pay attention to the tv show though, and after a while he notices you aren't all that invested
so instead he holds you tightly with both arms and plants forehead kisses on your head to let you know that things are gonna be alright
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navithescribe · 16 days
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Don't touch me!
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Back in November 21st, 2022, before I made this blog, I was inspired to write my first oneshot to @tmntxthings as a gift. 🥰
I wanted to share this, as I'm a little afraid it might get lost otherwise.
Summary:
After a hard battle, you try to comfort your boyfriend
Warnings: DonniexgnReader, hurt and comfort, fluff
💜🐢💜
ao3
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“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you, Y/n.” Leo warned you, grabbing your arm, stopping you from entering the purple masked turtle’s lab.
You looked back at Leo. Mikey had called you, letting you know they had all returned safely (for the most part) from their latest mission.
But Donnie had been hurt rather seriously. After Leo had patched him up, he had locked himself in his lab, refusing to let anyone in.
“But I have to see him!” you said, your voice trembling with worry.
Leo knew you wouldn’t back down. All the brothers knew how much the two of you were in love. But he also knew what his twin could be like in a vulnerable state.
“Okay…” he said hesitantly, letting go of your arm.
You walked up to the door of Donatello’s lab and knocked. There was no response. You tried again. Nothing…
Luckily, you knew the code to open the door, so you still managed to enter.
It was dark in there. The only lights on, were from the screens of the computer monitors. You could barely make out the figure sitting by the working table, but you knew it was Donnie.
“Donnie?” you called softly.
“Please leave, Y/n…”
You did the opposite, you moved closer.
“Mikey called. I just want to make sure everything’s okay.”
“I want to be left alone.”
You kneeled by his chair, looking up at him. From the faint light of the screens, you could see his right shoulder was completely wrapped in bandages.
“Won’t you at least look at me?”
Slowly, he turned his head, facing you. You couldn’t quite read his face though.
You reached up a hand, wanting to caress his cheek, but swiftly, his hand grabbed your wrist.
“Don’t touch me!”
Your eyes widened, startled. He had never raised his voice at you like this before.
His eyes were cold and his grip on your wrist was tight.
What were you suppose to do in this kind of situation?
He blinked a few times, then let go of you, turning his head away.
“Just leave.” he hissed.
You got up on your feet, rubbing your wrist. You quickly made your way out of the lab.
A few days passed before you returned to the lair to visit the turtles.
When you did, you wanted to act as if nothing had happened. You knew Donnie hadn’t meant to snap at you. He had apologised sincerely, explaining that the mission had been rough on him, that was why he had acted so unreasonable.
You forgave him, but he noticed you started to distance yourself from him.
You didn’t initiate the usual contact with him. You didn’t try and hold his hand or lean your head against his shoulder while watching movies.
One day, while the two of you were hanging out in his lab, he decided to confront you about it.
“Y/n,” he said, putting away his work and walking up to you. You were currently absorbed in a good book.
“Hmm?” you answered, not looking up from your book.
“Y/n, I need to ask you…” he said, placing a hand on one of yours.
This made you jump, dropping the book onto the floor.
The purple clad turtle noticed something fearful in your expression, even though it was just for a second.
You looked up at him, then giggled nervously, “Haha, clumsy me…”
Donnie frowned, now holding your hand with both of his.
“Y/n, tell me what’s wrong. You’ve been acting different lately.”
You looked down at his hands holding yours, not even noticing you were tearing up.
“It… it’s nothing…”
“Y/n, you’re crying. You’re trembling at my touch. Why?”
You looked down at your lap, not being able to stop your tears.
"Don't touch me," you whispered, making Donnie pull away in surprise. This wasn't like you...
"That's what you said," you then explained. Donnie held his breath for a moment. Now he understood.
“You… you scared me.” You then admitted, “back when you were hurt…you grabbed my wrist and told me not to touch you… I-I’ve never seen you like that before…”
Donnie felt his heart drop. He had forgotten exactly how harshly he had reacted when you had reached for him back then. But he had already apologised, right?
“I’m sorry Y/n. I already said I was, didn’t I?”
“I know, I know,” you said, “and I know you didn’t mean to snap at me… but it made me afraid to touch you,”
The turtle sighed, gabbing your hand again and gently pulled you up from your seat. He felt your hand tremble in his. He had grown used to your touch, even if he usually wasn’t the biggest fan of physical contact, most of the time. It hurt to know he had frightened you to distance yourself from him.
“My dear Y/n,” his voice was gentle, “I’ll show you right here, right now, that there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
He pulled you in for a gentle and warm embrace. You stiffened a bit at first. You couldn’t remember Donnie ever initiating a hug, it was usually always you who reached out to him.
You carefully leaned your head against his shoulder, relaxing more now in his arms, feeling his hand rub your back in small circles.
After a little while, he pulled away a little, placing a hand under your chin, looking into your eyes. He wasn't going to let you doubt his love for you again. He lead your lips up to meet his in a soft kiss.
Your fears were swept away completely.
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fishstixloser · 1 month
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i have a request for future donnie...umm. yeah i need to destroy his tussy. like. i dont have a dick (unfortunately) but i need to OBLITERATE HIS CERVIX. so basically umm sub f!donnie x reader and he gets pounded so hard he sees god
Phosphenes
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F!Donnie x gn!reader
Warnings: teasing, playful banter, kissing, oral sex (Donnie receiving) tail stroking, dropping, cloaca fingering, non-verbal (still consenting, it just feels really good and he can communicate), pegging, strap on, smut, doggy, slow and soft sex, very clear consent, swearing
A/N: This is a part 2 of a fic on my main. Not rough sex cause I think Donnie is very sensitive when it comes to being pegged. :)) But he still sees god. Phosphenes -> the stars and colors you see when you run your eyes
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Donnie lets out a soft chuckle as he wraps his arms around you. "You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" He teases, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But I suppose, I'll stay here a little longer, just for you."
"Good." You huff, lifting your head, a determined pout on your face.
In that moment, he realizes that sometimes, it's okay to take a break, it's okay to prioritize the love and connection shared between the two of you. He can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for your stubbornness and the reminder you bring to him.
"You really know how to get what you want, don't you?" He chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with playful admiration. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips, his voice sincere. "But you know, you don't always have to put up a fight to get my attention. I want nothing more than to make you happy."
"You say that, but it's a fight to get you in bed all the time." You point out playfully, Donnie's eyes widening, a hint of surprise coloring his features. He can't deny the truth in your words, aware of his tendency to get caught up in his work. But in this moment, as your lips find their place on his neck, he allows himself to succumb to the sensations, his body responding with a shiver.
A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he tilts his head slightly, offering you better access to his neck. "Well it seems you've found the perfect way to lure me into bed," he teases, his voice laced with amusement and desire. He relishes in the feeling of your soft kisses and gentle bites, his breath hitching slightly as pleasure tingles along his skin. His fingers instinctively find their way to your hair, gently tangling in the strands as he pulls you closer. "But be warned," he murmurs, his voice taking on a husky tone. "Once you start this game, there's no telling where it will lead."
"Just let me show you what you miss if you don't come to bed." You mumble in his ear.
Donnie's breath catches in his throat as your words send a shiver down his spine. He can feel heat rising within him, desire mingling with anticipation. Your lips continue down his neck, gently biting and kiss your way down. A soft moan escapes his lips, his heart pounds in his chest, his anticipation growing with every touch. His neck is covered in affectionate marks as you make it to his hard plastron. Undeterred, you begin to kiss down his plastron as well.
"Don't hold back," he murmurs, his voice filled with longing. "show me... Show me what I've been missing."
You pull away, moving back up to his face, gently cupping his jaw. Donnie's eyes meet yours, a mix of desire, love, and vulnerability reflected in their depths. He feels the warmth of your palm against his skin. And as your lips meet his, he can taste the tenderness and affection that lingers between you.
He responds to the gentle kiss, his lips melding with yours in a dance of longing and connection. His fingers find their way to the back of your head, tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss, his desire building with each passing moment.
With a sense of purpose, he guides your hands, slowly trailing them down his chest, his muscles tensing beneath your touch. Goosebumps prickle along his skin as your fingers explore the contours of his body, igniting a trail of sensations in their wake. Your fingers find the hem of his shorts, playing with them. You snap the elastic against his hip, a shiver runs down his spine, a surge of arousal pooling in his stomach. He meets your gaze with a mix of desire and vulnerability, you smile at him as you tug them off his body, a soft gasp leaving his lips.
He lies there, exposed and vulnerable before you, his body on display for your eyes to devour. "Fuck, you're so perfect, Donnie..." You mumble, a flush of heat spreads across his cheeks at your words, his heart swelling with desire and a longing for your touch.
"Thank you..." He whispers, his breath catching in his throat as you move down to nip and kiss his thighs. The sensations of your kisses and nips send waves of pleasure through his body, his muscles tensing and relaxing beneath your touch.
He arches his back ever so slightly offering himself to you. Your fingers find his slit, teasingly rubbing over it, a low gasp escaping his lips. He feels his arousal building, a warmth spreading through his body as you continue to tease him.
"You're so wet..." Laying between his legs, flattening your tongue over his slit. You can feel his cock twitch inside his cloaca, his toes curling and his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him. Donnie releases a soft moan, his eyes fluttering closed.
His face is a tableau of pleasure and vulnerability, his features contorted with a mix of desire and ecstasy. His breath comes in quick, shallow pants as he tries to steady himself.
With each teasing flick of your tongue, his cock twitches, the pleasure intensifying, driving him closer to the edge. He struggles to maintain eye contact, Donnie's lips part. Only soft gasps and moan escape, his voice stolen by the overwhelming pleasure he experiences at your touch.
You pull away, Donnie's eyes widen in surprise, leaving him with a sense of longing. He emits a soft whimper, his body still tingling from the pleasure you had bestowed upon him.
"Can you get on all fours for me?" You whisper, slowly moving away. He nods, a mix of anticipation and curiosity in his eyes as he takes in your request. With a fluid motion, he shifts onto all fours, his muscles flexing. He looks back at you, his gaze filled with a blend of desire and trust.
He arches himself, presenting his ass to you. His tail stands up straight, wagging slowly. His heart pounds in his chest as he waits, his body poised and ready.
"Good boy." You mumble, teasing his slit again, a soft gasp escapes his lips. His slick drips from his slit as he tries to keep from dropping.
As your tongue glides over his slit, Donnie's breath hitches, his body shuddering. Soft moans escape his lips, his eyes fluttering closed as he loses himself. He feels your hand stroking his tail, the touch adding another layer of pleasure.
You pull away again, leaving him with a sense of anticipation. A soft whimper escapes his lips as your thumb takes the place of your tongue, rubbing against his slit. You whisper encouragement as his cock begins to emerge from his cloaca. His head spins with desire, with a shuddering breath, he allows his cock to drop, his body responding eagerly to your words.
As you kiss the underside of his tail, he releases a soft moan, his body tingling with pleasure. Donnie's mind is ablaze with desire, his thoughts consumed by the intoxicating pleasure.
"Good boy, baby..." You praise, your fingers brushing over his cloaca. His cock throbs, letting out a soft moan. "So pretty." You murmur, nipping at his tail and thighs, a shiver running down his spine. Your fingers slowly sliding into his slit, sending sparks through his body. His walls clench around your fingers, a response to the overwhelming pleasure.
"You want me to grab the strap on?" You ask softly, wanting to make sure you had his consent. "If you can't talk, you can nod or wag your tail."
Donnie takes a moment to process your question, his mind racing with a mix of desire and uncertainty. He nods slowly, a slight wag of his tail accompanying the gesture. His body language conveys his consent, his trust in you evident.
Anticipation fills his being as he waits for you to retrieve the strap-on. His body tingles with excitement, his heart pounding in his chest. Donnie's mind is a swirl of emotions, his thoughts consumed by the intense connection he shares with you. He silently thanks your for being considerate of his inability to speak, knowing you value his consent and well-being above all else.
"Good boy. Thank you." You smile, kissing his tail, his heart swelling from your words of praise. A soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips as you kiss his tail.
As your fingers continue to thrust in and out of his clit, a low moan escapes his lips, his body responding eagerly to your touch. The pleasure courses through his veins, intensifying with each movement.
He feels a slight sense of loss as you slowly remove your fingers, a whine escaping his throat. His body craves your touch, the desire for pleasure still burning within him.
"I'm right here, my love..." You mumble, pressing kisses to his softshell. Your hand wraps around his tail, slowly stroking it, he lets out a soft sigh, his body melting under your touch. "You're so perfect..."
A whimper escapes him as the tip of the dildo brushes his dripping cloaca. Every nerve in his body is on edge, his senses heightened as he feels the promise of ecstasy lingering in the air. A flush of warmth spreads across his skin as you whisper words of adoration, the affection in your voice seeping into his very being.
"Are you ready?" You ask softly, pressing more kisses to his shell and shoulders. He nods in response, his eyes locking onto yours.
As your chest presses against his softshell, the heat and pressure sends a jolt of pleasure through him, his body slightly arching in response. The teasing touch of the dildo against his slit intensifies the ache in his cock, his need for release growing.
He lets out a low moan, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation, his body trembling under your touch. Every nerve is alive, his mind is consumed by a whirlwind. The anticipation is almost unbearable, yet he eagerly embraces it.
"Hold on tight." You whisper, threading your fingers with his, a rush of intimacy and connection flooding through him. You press more kisses to his shoulders and the nape of his neck. His skin tingles, each kiss sending sparks coursing through his body.
As the dildo slowly pushes into him, Donnie's body tenses momentarily, a blend of pleasure and slight discomfort intertwining. He lets out a breathy moan, his body adjusting to the intrusion. The gentle pace you set eases any worries or fears, your careful attention ensuring that he experiences pleasure without pain. Each inch of the dildo brings him closer to a state of bliss, his body craving the fullness and satisfaction that only you can provide. His thoughts clouded by the mounting pleasure.
He gazes into your eyes, a mix of desire and gratitude shinning in his own, silently expressing his appreciation for your care. In this moment, he feels safe, loved, and utterly at peace.
"Tell me if you need more." You murmur, slowly rolling your hips, Donnie's body trembling underneath you, letting out a soft whimper, his voice filled with a desperate longing for more. The ache in his cock growing with each roll of your hips.
His breath becomes ragged, his senses overwhelmed by the sensation of the dildo thrusting in and out of his cloaca. Every moment sends pleasure crashing through him, his body craving the intense release that's just within reach.
Your kisses scattered across his skin, ignite a fire within him, their sweetness fueling his desire. He arches his back, pressing closer to you, seeking more of your touch.
As you rut against him, the dildo hitting just right, Donnie's mind becomes consumed by a primal need. His moans grow louder, his body moving in tandem with yours, seeking a deeper connection, deeper pleasure.
"Squeeze if you want it faster." You tell him, gently squeezing his hands. You continue the slow pace, you had never heard him so loud, so pleased before. This is a side of him he rarely shows, but in this moment, he fills liberated, free to express the pleasure that courses through him without reservation.
Donnie nods, understanding your request, and gives your hands a gentle squeeze. His breath quickens as your slow rhythm quickens, the dildo sliding in and out of his slit with renewed fervor. The ache in his cock intensifies, his body yearning for release.
He reaches a point of abandon, his thoughts overtaken by the raw intensity of the moment. He surrenders himself fully to the sensations, the world around him fading away as he becomes lost in the ecstasy you provide. Donnie's eyes flutter shut, his body quivering with each thrust, each kiss, each moment of pleasure you grant him.
Donnie's body moves in sync with yours, his hips rocking back to meet your thrusts, his moans filling the air. He longs to pleasure you, to be the source of your pleasure as much as you are the source of his.
You press more kisses to his shell, letting go of his hands. "Don't worry, I'm still right here." You comfort him, sitting up and holding onto his hips. He feels a mix of relief and longing as you assure him your still with him.
The new position allows for a deeper connection, eliciting a symphony of moans from his lips. His body arches, his mind lost in a haze of desire. Your quiet praises wash over him like a balm, fueling his desire and boosting his confidence. He feels seen, appreciated, and cherished.
As you stroke his tail in time with your thrusts, a jolt of pleasure shoots through him. The combined sensations of your touch and the rhythm of your movements create a symphony of pleasure that resonates deep within him.
His body trembles, his moans growing in intensity as he approaches the peak of pleasure. He clings to the edge, teetering on the precipice, the world around him fading away as his focus narrows. He gazes into your eyes, his cheek pressed against the sheets.
"Go ahead, baby. Let go." You smile at him, his breath catches in his throat, igniting a spark of urgency with in him.
HIs eyes stay locked on yours, filled with trust and vulnerability. The intensity of the moment reaches its peak as you deliver a particularly hard thrust. A wave of pleasure crashes over him, his body convulsing as he tumbles over the edge. HIs moans fill the air, a symphony of ecstasy escaping him.
Donnie's body trembles with the force of his orgasm, his pleasure radiating through every fiber of his being. He arches his back, his muscles contracting and releasing in rhythm with the waves of pleasure.
In this moment, he is weightless, suspended in the blissful haze of his climax.
As his body gradually calms, Donnie's gaze remains locked with yours, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Gratitude and satisfaction fills his heart.
He reaches out, his hand trembling as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face. A soft smile graces his lips, a silent expression of his love and appreciation for the intimacy you've sharied.
Donnie's body shivers with a mixture of exhaustion and contentment as you slowly remove the dildo. The feeling of emptiness leaves him with a bittersweet ache, a reminder of the intense pleasure you shared.
Rolling to the side, he welcomes you into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you, providing a sense of comfort and security. The weight of you in his arms brings a sense of grounding, a reminder that you're here, in this moment, together.
"Are you okay?" You ask softly, studying his face carefully. He leans into your touch as you cradle his face, savoring the tenderness of your kisses against his neck and jaw. The warmth of your affection fills him with a sense of peace, a gentle reminder that he is loved and cherished.
Donnie gazes into your eyes, his own reflecting adoration and gratitude. He doesn't need words to express how deeply he appreciates you. With a soft smile, he pulls you closer, his body seeking the warmth and comfort that only you can provide.
You smile at him, pressing your lips to his softly. He can't help but smile against your lips, the softness of your touch bringing a sense of warmth, soothing the lingering tension in his body. "That good? So good that I don't get a sassy reply?" You tease, brushing your nose with is.
He chuckles softly at your teasing words, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You've rendered me speechless with your prowess." He retorts, his voice laces with playful sarcasm. Donnie leans in closer, his nose brushing yours. "I will find my words soon enough," he adds, his tone filled with a dramatic flair. "And when I do, prepare yourself for a torrent of wit and banter that will leave you breathless..."
His playful words are accompanied by a soft chuckle, a genuine warmth seeping into his voice. With a final brush of his lips against yours, he closes the distance once again, savoring the softness and tenderness of the kiss.
Donnie's eyes close as he loses himself in the kiss, the playful banter fading into the background. He feels the love in your touch, your hand cupping the back of his head, pulling him closer. With a surge of strength, he rolls you over, his body hovering above yours. His hands roam your body, exploring every curve and contour. His lips descend to your neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses.
His lips find yours once more. The world fades away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a symphony of love, lost in the depths of each other's embrace.
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yume-chin · 20 days
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Hey hey! Could i request rise Donnie x reader?
Where reader’s LOVE language is physical touch but since Donnie is not always happy about it they try their best to not cross the line. Till one day they really needed a hug and asked Donnie, Voice breaking a bit, if they can have a hug.
D is Hella confused but allows it
Anon! I'm so sorry! I misread the request and did literally the opposite of what you asked.
To solve this problem I will leave the text as it is but I will also write a second parallel chapter with the real request you made of me.
The initial part will be almost identical to this one, however the ending will respect your request.
I hope you will appreciate both anyway, happy reading.
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Rise Donatello x Reader
જ⁀➴ Here for the alternative chapter
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Request: Yes
Warning: just bad english
Genre: She/her
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Ever since you met Donnie, your boyfriend, you've been fighting your habits.
You have always been an extremely affectionate girl, fond of hugs and walking holding hands with the other person.
All this gives you energy and happiness, the joy of feeling the other person's skin in contact with yours, feeling their warmth and the tranquility that they transmit to you through touch.
All this was like oxygen for you. Or at least I thought so until you met your current boyfriend Donatello.
From the first moments of your acquaintance he immediately told you that he wasn't comfortable with physical contact and this left you particularly surprised, and at the same time disappointed.
You, a person who loves physical contact, would have had to completely change your habits for us to create any sort of discomfort for your boyfriend.
Not that it destroyed you, let's be clear, you would do anything not to make him feel bad and respect his wishes, but it's still difficult to keep your love for physical contact in check.
However, you tried in every possible way not to hug or caress him except when he specifically asked you to.
It was difficult at first, but over time you got used to it.
You had started to appreciate the company much more when you were in the same room talking or simply when he asked you to keep him company while he worked on some new invention of his.
Every time he asked you to follow him to the laboratory and keep him company your heart exploded with pure joy.
You entered the room and sat on a chair next to him, carefully watching everything he did.
And even if it didn't seem like much to you, to Donnie it was the most important form of love you could give him.
The simple fact that you were there to keep him company, getting curious about what he was doing and occasionally asking about the two creations, made him understand how much you cared about him and how much you wanted to get closer to his world unlike his family.
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Today too was a day like any other, you had finished class and immediately headed towards the turtles' den.
As soon as you arrived you were greeted by a super enthusiastic Mikey who immediately ran towards you to hold you in a super hug.
Not seeing Donnie around, you thought he was busy with one of his inventions, which is why you decided to only mention your presence.
You approached the door of his laboratory and knocked -Donnie, I've arrived, if you need me I'm here, I love you-
Immediately afterwards you went back to Mikey who in the meantime had also been joined by Leo and Raph.
The four of you remained chatting about this and that.
You had talked about your school day while the three turtles had talked about their last patrol.
As you continued talking, however, suddenly Donnie came out with a more tired face than usual.
You had looked at him with concern but instead of speaking he grabbed your hand and dragged you inside his laboratory.
Once he entered and closed the door however, he released your hand to return to his chair.
Not understanding exactly what was happening, you approached your boyfriend -Donnie, what's going on?- you tilted your head to try to look him in the eyes, but without succeeding.
Instead of getting an actual response you only managed to hear a small huff from the boy.
-Donnie, if you don't tell me what's wrong I can't help you...- you gently place a hand on his shoulder trying to give him a minimum of tranquility to make him talk.
Unfortunately, however, there was no response.
Now totally lost in worry with both hands you grabbed the soft shell turtle's face and turned it towards you so that your gazes met.
-Donnie, I know you need your space but I'm here, I'm your girlfriend and I want to help you. I'm worried. It hurts me to see the person I love in this state, so please, tell me what's wrong- you caress his cheeks with your thumbs.
Viola remained there looking at you with slightly shining eyes and finally, with a trembling and uncertain voice, she opened her mouth -c-can I have a hug...?-
Your heart skipped a beat for fear of not having fully understood what you had just been asked.
However, as soon as you realized that those words had really come out of Donnie's mouth you smiled sweetly -Of course you can love-
You pulled him into a big hug and he seemed to melt.
His muscles, which until a moment before were stiff, had softened and held you in that embrace.
Donnie sighed and seemed to calm down.
-Donnie, remember that you can always count on me-
He nodded in response but didn't say anything, he just remained there, enjoying that embrace full of love and tranquility.
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I want to remind you that requests are open, feel free to write to me if you have any kind of idea ♡
A big hug ♡
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fishsticksloser · 4 months
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May I ask for a female reader x Rise Donnie where they both decide to drink a shit ton of coffee to see which one stays up longer only to wind up falling asleep together the moment everyone else wakes up?
Caffeine Crash
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Donnie x fem!reader
Warnings: cuddles, fluff, coffee addicts, his brothers are actually nice in this one, kinda short
A/N: I hope you don't mind, but it's more about his brothers finding you guys. :)) Not sponsored
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You're not sure why you agreed. You really don't. One minute you were telling Donnie this was a bad idea, the next you and Donnie are downing coffee after coffee. It didn't take long until both of you were buzzing from the caffeine.
Everyone else was in bed, going to sleep or already asleep. So Donnie tinkered in his lab while you spun ideally in a spare chair he had in there. You two were shooting sarcastic remarks back and forth, both of you laughing a little.
Eventually, after a few hours, he got bored of doing techy things and drug you to his room. He hooked his switch up and you played Mario Kart together. He was crushing you obviously. Did you really expect anything less?
But as the caffeine crash started coming, both of you wanted a more relaxed game. So he put on Animal Crossing.
⋆。 ゚。☁︎👾。 ゚。⋆
Mikey was making breakfast which had woken everyone else up. Leo yawned really loud, stretching on his toes. Raph was already setting the table, making sure that he had all 5 of their things out.
"Hey, Leo?" Mikey asks, turning to his brother. "Can you see what Donnie's up to? Normally he's tripping over himself to get here when I make his favorite."
"No problemo, hermano." Leo yawns, giving Mikey a thumbs up before heading to Donnie's lab. Leo stepped into Donnie's lab and it was eerily quiet. "Donnie?" He calls into the lab, but there's no answer. Maybe he actually went to bed?
Leo makes his way to Donnie's room. The door was closed, but he could see lights under the door so he slowly opened it. Purple LEDs still on as well as Animal Crossing on Donnie's TV. Thanks to the light from the TV Leo could see you laying on top of Donnie, both of you asleep. Your face resting on his shoulder, Donnie's arm draped over you as if to keep you close.
Leo grins and silently runs out of the room to get the others. "Guys! Guys! You've gotta see this!" He whispers excitedly.
"What did Donnie make this time?" Raph sighs, rolling his eyes a little. That menace is always getting into something after all.
"Nothing. That's the thing, come on!" Leo grabs Raph and Mikey's hands and drags them to Donnie's room.
"You know how much Donnie hates when we go into his ro...." Raph's voice fades as they see what Leo is talking about. From what they can tell, you fell asleep first. Mikey quietly goes into Donnie's room, saving the game and shutting it down. Mikey pulls a blanket over the two of you before retreating again, Donnie shifts a little, rolling to his side but keeping you close.
His brothers can't help but watch for a moment. Leo's grinning, Mikey is practically vibrating with happiness, but Raph? Raph is still shocked, but a little happy.
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f1oricide · 6 months
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Hi would it be alright to request yandere Donnie singing stalkers tango by autoheart while forcing reader to dance with him please
since we all know he’s a theatre kid who likes to dance XD
Love to see what you come up with ^^ also I love your art it looks amazing!
“You’ll never meet another me~”
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I HAD SO MUCH FUN DRAWING THIS😳💜
All while I was listening to the song too, hope y’all like it :>
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cutielights · 6 months
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hii!! i just read your rottmnt x expressive s/o and was wondering if i could make a request??
how about a s/o who likes hiding in small spaces? like, if they have a closet with a ledge in their room, they hide up there?
(also, do you have emoji anons? if so, could i be 🚗?)
ty, and drink some water!!!
Well ofc 🚗 anon! Welcome aboard! This sounds so cute, let’s do it <33 *absolutely just chugs a 5 gallon water bottle*
Tw: claustrophobia warning? This entire thing is abt hiding in small spaces
Rise boys x S/O who likes hiding
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Leo
His soul left his body the first time he found you in the kitchen cupboard
He was just getting snacks and found his s/o next to the tinned soup
He didn’t even know you were in the lair that day let alone in the cupboard
Turns out Mikey invited you over
“So is there a reason for this whole, sneaking around scaring the life out of me thing? No? Okay.”
Thinks it’s funny to be honest
Can’t reach? He’s using his portals to get you up.
Uses them to get you down after a long period of time
Or if you’re stuck
Sometimes hides with you
Raph
“AH- I mean what are you doing?!”
Panicked the first time
Got used to it after a while
If there’s a space you can’t reach he carefully helps you up
Doesn’t want you to get hurt
Picks you up by the back of your shirt if you get stuck somewhere
“You have to stop doing that, there’s barely any room on that shelf.”
Compares you to a cat
Immediately checks all your favourite places to hide if he can’t find you
Leaves you to it as long as you’re safe
Donnie
Let’s you hide in the dark corners between all his inventions
His lab is the best hide-y spot
“You didn’t have to sneak in you could have just asked.”
“That’s not the same.”
Watching him from on top of some shelf in his lab whilst he tinkers
Jumping out at him
He’s grown de-sensitised to it at this point
“Oh no, you got me. He said, without a hint of sarcasm.”
One time he forgot you were in his lab and turned on the invention you were hiding behind
He now triple checks for you before turning anything on
Mikey
Asks you to hand him that rubber band he flung up there a while back
Doesn’t seem particularly phased?
Well,
He is when it’s 3am and you show up out of nowhere
He was just getting some soda ;-;
“Why are you even here?!”
“Sorry.”
“Cuddle?”
Let’s you hide in his room from time to time
Sets up hide-y holes in his room for you
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tmntxthings · 1 year
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I. Had a thought for rise! Donnie w/ a friend whose got object empathy. This is just some thought sharing but like
Y/N: He's all alone... abandoned... what if his family is worried for him?
Donnie: ... Y/N that is a broken toaster
Y/N: And someone just left him on the side of the road, what if he's lonely??
Donnie: Inanimate objects don't have emotions Y/N
Y/N: Maybe he's an inanimate object to you, but he's just a little guy for me!
Donnie: ...
Donnie: Fine, lets take it to the lair, I'll fix it
Y/N: 🥺
Donnie: ... and well put it next to the other toaster so they don't feel lonely
In short he does not get it™️ but he's trying his best
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ANON I LOVE YOU
this was so cute and I love thought sharing <3333 can i just run wild with this one? a drabble solely for you my dearest anon? yes?? no objections??? OKI XD
part two
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You held back a sob, though a distressed sort of noise filtered through your lips and Donnie was quickly realizing you had stopped a couple feet back. “Dearest??” He called to see your eyes glued to the side, his gaze followed to an alleyway.
With you unmoving and unresponsive he was swiftly by your side once more. Worry seeping into his mind. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, looking at you while giving a scan to the… empty alleyway? His brows came down in confusion as he continued to look back and forth, from you to the empty space. Well it wasn’t entirely void. But there wasn’t any person, nor some villain committing heinous acts.
All Donatello could see, was a few scattered trash cans, along with.. well trash! He brought down his goggles wondering if that would help. No mystic energy. No invisible boogeyman. No heat signatures. Absolutely nothing! Pushing up his goggles his stare came back to you, wondering if maybe you were in a state of shock or perhaps a daydream when you suddenly spoke,
“He’s sitting there all alone!” You whimpered. “He??” Donatello parroted back in a bit of mild shock. He was 100% certain that no one was there, so he didn’t turn his head to look back at the dead end. He just waited for you to continue. “Mhm, he’s just a little guy, poor thing, broken and bruised,” and Donnie watched as you held back tears.
“I’m not following.” And yet as you lifted your hand to point a finger, his head reluctantly turned to see.. a toaster. He blinked. Surely there was something behind the kitchen suppliance. Nope, just trash. “Dee! He was tossed out, left for dead!! We can’t just leave him!” Donnie stood frozen on the sidewalk as you approached the toaster. Going as far to crouch down and give it a gentle pat.
“Dearest.. that’s a toaster.” He felt the need to explain. But you tossed him a ‘duh’ look and then continued to console the battered hunk of metal. “What happened to you buddy?” You were now asking it questions. Donatello held in a big sigh. This had to be some sort of a joke. Where you were about to laugh and yet… the punchline never came. And the toaster never did reply to your question as most would assume.
“Can we keep him?” Suddenly the thing was in your arms, and you were shooting the purple turtle big puppy dog eyes. “Oh Galileo!” Donnie slumped, waving a hand in defeat and you cheered as you carried the toaster all the way back to the lair. Well, Donnie ended up holding it for you. “I guess I can patch it-“
“Him!”
“…patch him up.” Donnie had corrected himself rather reluctantly. But it earned him a chaste kiss to his cheek which lifted his spirits at an embarrassingly fast pace. Like… he’d fix up any old appliance you found if it meant he’d receive such affections. “And once you get all fixed up the lair shall have two mighty toasters!!” You raised a fist triumphantly before descending into the manhole.
Donnie watched as you climbed down, chuckling to himself. He was holding a broken toaster, planning on refurbishing it, (definitively gonna get some upgrades) and now following after you like a love-sick buffoon. But alas, he was your love-sick fool. He listened intently as you told the toaster he wouldn’t be lonely any longer. That he’d have a cool toasty buddy. And that they would live side by side happily.
Now this purple turtle might not understand what was going on. But damn it, he was buckled in and ready for the ride. If you wanted to help a broken toaster… so would he! Truly he was your fool. And because he was yours, he didn’t really mind.
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hiddencitydweller · 8 months
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Kingdom Dance
Pairing: Donnie x GN!Reader
(Reader is wearing a skirt, so take that as you will)
Absolute fluff!
Summary: You somehow managed to convince your tech-loving boyfriend to attend a ren faire with you, where you find yourselves caught up in a dance.
(Basically Tangled meets Turtles)
Warnings: Does poor writing count? With the structure of this fic, I wanted it to be a little more from Donnie's perspective rather than the reader, which was considerably harder than I thought it would be rip.
Word Count: 3k
Song Referenced: Dulámán
A/N: You know in Tangled, that scene where Rapunzel and Flynn are in the town square and he is just watching her dance with this besotted look on his face? And then he joins in and it's the most electric and romantic thing in cinematic history? Well, this is that but with some minor tweaks.
For all the people who long for someone to look at them like Flynn looks at Rapunzel, this one's for you.
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Let's make one thing clear—Donnie did not want to be here.
At least, that's what he kept saying.
Wooden shops lined the dirt road you traversed, uniquely dressed owners promoting their equally unique wares in their doorways. In some of the many open air booths, you could see countless novelties one would sooner find in Witch Town than your beloved New York City. Crystals, wands, leather armor, chainmail, and countless other fantasy-related items could be seen anywhere you looked—and not just in the shops.
Everyone around you was intricately dressed in some fantasy or medieval fashion. No two people looked alike. You were surrounded by elves, royalty, warriors, and even the occasional time-traveler or two. Even with Donnie's experience in the Hidden City and his grumbling at being here, he had to admit it all came together to create one fantastical sight.
When you had suggested the gang go to the local Renaissance Faire, Donnie had been more than skeptical. Of course Leo and Mikey were immediately in, going as far as planning their outfits and characters right on the spot. Raph took a little more convincing, but once you assured him how safe it really was (and that they could keep their weapons on hand without looking out of place) he caved into the younger brothers' excitement.
Your tech-loving boyfriend, however, took some more convincing.
To put it plainly, ren faires just weren't his scene. For starters, technology was bluntly discouraged, to which Donnie took personal offense. Then there was the fantasy element, which simply made no sense to him. His history with magic wielders had left nothing but a bad taste in his mouth, and he couldn't imagine why anyone would actively want to seek out that sort of experience, fake or otherwise. Not to mention the clear and unparalleled superiority of science to the nonsensical magic.
However, as you repeatedly brought up in your own arguments, you had gone to countless Comic-Cons, Galaxy-Cons and whatever other Sci-Fi conventions he and his brothers were able to drag you to over the years. It was only fair for them to return the favor.
"Besides, you may find you enjoy having a little more non-mystic fantasy in your life," you had said with a sly grin and wink.
And that's how he had landed here, clutching a wooden bo-staff as he trailed behind your near-bouncing form.
He had to admit, he was enjoying himself far more than he would ever openly say. While, true to form, there was very little tech to be found, there were plenty of other little intricacies that called his attention. From other faire-goers' costumes to the effects at the shows, there was plenty for his mind to dissect and look at. And there was you of course. He couldn't help but smile softly to himself as he watched you flit from stall to stall, gawking at the unique wares and happily chatting with other guests. You were as excited as he was whenever he finished a new project, and seeing you brimming with joy was just as intoxicating.
"Come on Dee! If we don't hurry, we'll miss the performance!" you whined as you continued to nearly drag him through the crowd towards a stout building that looked to be an open air pub. The two of you had just split from the rest of the group, choosing to visit some more shops and see some musical performances while the others went to watch the sword fights and jousting tournament (which Leo was determined to sneak his way into, much to Raph's dismay).
"There's only so fast I can go in this getup!" he shot back, but he still made an effort to pick up the pace. His usual gear had been replaced with a plain white linen shirt, brown pants, and an alchemist's apron with bottles of "chemical compounds" and "ingredients" strapped on. Heavy brown gloves, boots, and his signature goggles finished out the look.
"Are you kidding me?" you had said this morning when he came out of his lab, decked out in his alchemist gear.
"What? Alchemy is commonly used in fantasy and historical fiction, plus it's science! It's a win-win!"
Really you shouldn't have been surprised by his choice of costume, this was Donnie after all. He may have agreed to go along with this idea, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to bring science into it anyway he could.
Speaking of science...
"Based on the open structure of the building, the number of people, and the location of the stage, this table should have the optimal acoustics and volume for listening to the performance," Donnie rattled on, leading you to said table as he frantically typed calculations on his tech gauntlet which he had cleverly hidden underneath his glove.
"Really Donnie? Couldn't go one day without it?" you respond in mock exasperation. Honestly you were surprised that was the only piece of tech he had managed to smuggle in.
"Hey, it helped didn't it? Couldn't have found the best seats in the house without a little bit of, say it with me now, science!" he sang out, striking a pose and pulling some jazz hands. It had the desired effect as you laughed at his antics before softly pushing him down on the bench at the, apparently, best table in the house.
"Okay, okay, you got me there wise guy." You joined him on the bench but couldn't seem to stop moving with excitement. Donnie smiled as he felt your bouncing legs jostle him slightly, your eyes already trained on the stage where the musicians were setting up.
"So what exactly are we about to listen to? I'm assuming I shouldn't get my hopes too high for my usual?" Donnie had heard you talking about the group when you were discussing plans with everyone else, but he never picked up on what kind of music they actually played. Nevertheless, he was pretty sure techno and EDM were out of the question.
"Hardy har har, nice try. I think you'd be pretty hard-pressed to find anything off of your playlists here. This group does a mix of fantasy-based and traditional folk music. Every show they do is completely different, so you never really know what you're going to get. It'll probably be some more mainstream fantasy soundtracks and some of the folksy stuff. Ooo we may even get some sea shanties!" you practically squealed, your legs speeding up in their bouncing as you considered the possibilities. You couldn't help it. Even though your life was quite literally a living, breathing sci-fi movie, fantasy was your thing! You never felt more powerful than when you had a sword or bow in your hand or a corset wrapped around your waist.
Donnie let out chuckle at your antics, knowing full well how much all of this meant to you. While he couldn't exactly understand it, he found that he didn't really need to. Anything that made you this giddy was clearly something to be acknowledged, regardless of how confusing it appeared to him sometimes.
He turned his gaze from you and considered the stage, trying to see if he could analyze the instruments and predict any of the songs that might soon fill the space. Sure, it may not be exactly his taste, but he wasn't exactly unknowledgeable of this type of music. After all, you had shown him plenty of your own playlists. Maybe he should have spent more time listening to them and learning the music for this event. That was something he'd have to rectify for the future. Perhaps he could have S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. compile most of the songs so that he could...
"Hey Dee?"
He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't notice you had stopped your excited leg bouncing and were now looking at him with a slightly abashed expression. He hummed in response, mind still whirring through instrument combinations and crossing off songs in a mental list.
"Thank you for doing this," you said in a small earnest voice. That had him finally turning his full attention back to you, a slight furrow between his brows. "Dressing up, leaving most of your tech behind, humoring me and my weird fascination with all this," you gestured at the faire around you, "I'm just... really happy to share it with you and am grateful you've let me. And I know it's not your cup of tea, and we can definitely go check out the weapons displays and everything or whatever else you may—" your ramblings were cut off by a soft kiss on your cheek.
You stared at him, eye wide and mouth in a small O. Donnie was never one for PDA, but you were finding there were occasionally some exceptions to the rule.
"I'm grateful that you want to share this part of you with me. I want to know every part of you, even if it's not technically my thing. Goodness knows you've dealt with enough techno-talk to last a life time," he said softly, smile still playing across his lips. Seeing you so concerned about including him in this precious part of your world had his chest filling with warmth he wasn't quite sure what to do with.
That seemed to be your specialty, completely rocking his known universe with a single line and a smile.
You huffed a laugh and leaned forward the extra few inches to rest your forehead against his, your own smile broadening. "I happen to like your techno-talks thank you very much."
"How could you not? They are chock full of brilliance!" he smirked as you laughed, leaning back far enough to playfully shove at his arm.
It's then that you both heard the first few notes float from the stage as the music group made their entrance and introductions. You quickly swiveled yourself away from Donnie and towards the stage. Donnie chuckled at your immediate response, watching your face light up before he turns as well.
True to what you said, the group did perform a variety of music, none of which matched up with the list Donnie had conjured in his head earlier, much to his chagrin. (He would definitely need to connect with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. about it when he got home.)
The flitting notes and boisterous chords were quite a contrast to his usual tastes, but he still found himself nodding and stomping along to the thick beats and steady rhythm. He could feel the sound reverberate around him, creating an almost electric energy throughout the space that left him in excited awe. At one point, the group played a popular sea shanty that even he knew. The two of you sang and stomped along to the song, bumping each and smiling the whole way through.
After what felt like only minutes but was really closer to an hour, the group announced it was time for their final song. You sighed and leaned into Donnie's arm, content written across your features. He smiled softly down at you, perfectly content himself at your expression. The close proximity allowed him to feel more than hear your slight gasp as the final song started. His smile turned quizzical at your reaction, but your slowly widening eyes remained trained on the stage, leaving his question unanswered.
A repetitive, steady drumbeat rang out and was soon joined by low voices singing in a layered harmony intertwining with the solid beat. Donnie furrowed his brow as he listened. He couldn't quite pick up what they were singing, but he was sure it wasn't English. His hypothesis was confirmed when the lead singer, an ethereal looking woman with bright red hair, stepped to the mic and began to sing an upbeat and lilting melody. Her voice seemed to skip across the base created by the drums and other voices like a stone on a pond, creating an intricate blend of sound and lyrics that Donnie just couldn't understand.
Not one to leave the unknown alone, he shifted his arm and pulled up his tech gauntlet once again. He quickly used the audio feature to search up the song and analyze its mysterious language. Victorious in his endeavor, he turned back towards you to once again prove science's superiority, but he froze when his gaze fell on you.
In his quest to understand the song, he hadn't noticed your clear recognition of it. Or that you had started singing along.
"Bróga breaca dubha are an dúlamán gaelach..."
Your voice was soft, filling only the air around the two of you. Much like the lead singer, the notes flitted around the space, seeming content to fly through the air and never land. The Gaelic, as his tech claimed the language to be, rolled off your tongue as if it was made specifically for you.
"Tá bearéad agus triús are an dúlamán maorach..."
His gaze seemed locked on you, entranced by the sight. With an absent flick of his wrist, the now forgotten screen turned off, taking with it the typed out lyrics and their translation. Donnie suddenly no longer had the urge to dissect the song and its meaning. He was perfectly content to interpret it through your eyes and voice alone.
Completely unaware of your captive audience, you continued to sing. You felt the words take form on your lips as they had dozens of times before. Your eyes shone bright and your smile took on a dreamy nature. You couldn't help but move with the song, shifting your head along with the melody and even going so far as to bring your hands up to your chest on particularly powerful lines. You were completely lost in the melody and the story it held.
And Donnie was lost in you.
Donnie prided himself on his mental clarity, his ability to analyze and think through any and everything he came across. But in that moment, his brain came to a complete stop. The single-minded focus that had time and time again helped him create so many incredible and life-saving inventions was now solely on you and the wonderous scene you had unwittingly created.
And if that wasn't enough to make him fall in love with you all over again, you then began to dance.
The song hit a mild break, with the drums and backup vocals taking over for the lead singer. The base of the song still rumbling on, she stood at the mic and encouraged anyone who wanted to to come to the open space in the middle of the pub and dance.
Seemingly without a second thought, you shot up and joined the few other people who had taken the singer up on the offer. Donnie jolted backwards at your quick movements, so lost in your song he hadn't even noticed what the lead singer had said. Still, his eyes tracked you as you hastily made your way to the center of the pub.
With the thumping rhythm of the drums as your background, you danced like nothing in the world could stop you. Shoes long ago abandoned, your bare feet slid and stomped on the floor. You spun, causing your layered skirts to flare out in a moment of untouched beauty and passion. A laugh sprung from your lips as you continued to twist around and fling your shirts haphazardly. Nothing had ever felt so freeing, so magical.
If Donnie had thought he was mesmerized before, he couldn't begin to comprehend what he was now. There was absolutely nothing that could take his eyes off of your constantly moving and shifting form. Your face was lit up in such pure and unadulterated joy as you continued to spin and twist and stomp along to the music. It was as if you were a fire finally set free, and Donnie would gladly burn to see but an ounce of your passion.
The lead singer joined back into the song, bringing it to its full intricate beauty once again. At the shift, you turned, eyes locking on Donnie's. Somehow, your smile widened as you nearly floated back to his side, hands outstretched in invitation.
"Come on, they don't call you Booty Shaker for nothing, do they?" you asked cheekily. Chest heaving and face already pink from exhilaration, you looked radiant in your bliss.
Donnie couldn't contain his laugh as he accepted your hands. "Let's find out, shall we?"
Hand in hand, you led him back to the where you had been dancing. He instantly took the lead, pushing you away from him and then back in with a flourishing spin. The two of you swept across the floor, stepping towards and away from each other as you dodged other couples and guests. Donnie felt light as air. Nothing had ever felt so natural as twisting and turning you around the space. He caught sight of your smile once more, a beaming look created by and for him and him alone, and his heart completely melted. There was nothing more freeing, more right than this.
The song built to its crescendo, and so did your movements. You both continued to blaze a path as you dipped and twirled your way to the center of the floor. Just as the song flourished to its conclusion, you ended up tucked into each others' arms, trying to catch your breaths as you came face to face with the other's matching grin. Around you, the gathered crowd cheered. Even the music group applauded your efforts. But it all might as well have been background noise. Donnie heard and saw nothing but you, breath heaving and laughter on your lips. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Shifting his hands from their hold on your frame, he reached up and cupped your cheeks, gently pulling you into a passionate kiss. You melted into him, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. When you finally pulled away, you didn't go far. Resting your foreheads together, you looked into each others' eyes and couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up.
Maybe he could get into this ren faire thing after all.
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