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xtreklx · 9 months

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You're hurt ~ Ninja Turtles x reader

Headcanon: Bayverse Turtles x reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: SFW, angst + a little fluff, mention of injury

A/N: really appreciate all of the love shown to my last headcanon post, so I thought I'd do another one! switching up the tone tho and doing a little bit of angst ~ hope you enjoy!

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~Leonardo~

we all know that Leo probably has the best handle on his emotions of all the turtle brothers

so when he sees your injured form, on the outside he probably looks a healthy amount of concerned

but inside he is absolutely going beserk

like amber alert sounds going off in his brain fr

he asks Donnie what to do as they quickly tend to your injury but as they work, there is a ringing in his ears

when you wake up from being unconscious, the first thing he does is let out a big sigh of relief, and then "how're you holding up, princess? can I do anything for you?"

and when you smile softly back at him and say "I'm okay now, love, I promise" his heart is going to shatter and then put itself back together again all at once

he is so quick to do anything and everything to alleviate your pain

while you are healing, of course he takes the main shift in caring for you

he is constantly refilling your water bottle, bringing you food or tea, changing out your bandages

he'll even sit on the chair next to your bed and read to you, just to take your mind off of any pain you may be experiencing

our guy in blue is very motherly and nurturing in that way

but lowkey, he will take any chance he gets to step out of the room because of how much it pains him to see you like this

he'll lean against the wall outside of the lab/infirmary and rub his temples, furrowing his brow ridge and holding in tears

his most precious, delicate flower, trampled by the cruel, outside world

but he won't let you see his pre-grief; you only see him with a smile on his face

it's only when you start making visible progress with your injury that he starts to feel okay again

because the physical proof that you are going to recover reassures him that he is not going to lose you any time soon

~Raphael~

omg when Big Red saw you injured... his world literally came to a halt

like record scratch type of halt

his biggest fear in the whole wide world is losing his family, and you are a part of his family now

so he is simply beside himself with fear and worry and is absolutely desperate and angry until he knows that you're going to make it

he will be snapping at whoever is tending to your wounds, if anyone tries to pull him away from you he WILL FIGHT THEM

he is very not okay and very emotional

once he gets a moment alone, he will definitely let the emotions take over and cry to himself

when you first wake up, he will say or do whatever he can to make you feel tough, because he doesn't want you feeling weak while down for the count

"damn, you really showed 'em, huh tiger? you shoulda seen the guy, he was limpin' away after the stunt you pulled."

swears up and down that he will kill whoever touched you, and even though raph is a violent guy, he's not a killer. but he 100% means what he says

however, a big part of him is going to blame himself. for not being with you, for letting you get in the way of danger, for even allowing you to be a part of a life like this to begin with.

but you can read the big guy like a book. so you give him a knowing smile and tenderly reassure him: "I wouldn't do a thing differently. I love you, and I want to be with you no matter what."

you got him fucked up, that's for sure

and while you are healing he is in no way shape or form leaving your side for a SECOND

he will fall asleep next to your infirmary bed, he will eat meals next to you, he will do whatever Donnie tells him to, but he will not be able to physically bear leaving your side

man's top quality is his loyalty, and while his fears or insecurities may get the best of him every once in a while, he's in it too deep now, and he'll do anything to be by your side

~Donatello~

as we expect, Donnie is able to keep his head on straight when he sees that you're injured

he knows that he has to have his wits about him because he's the only qualified medic of the group

but deep, deep down he is in full-on panic mode

Don keeps different groups of tabs open in his brain (like on a google chrome browser), and while one of the groups is flipping through every medical textbook he has ever read, another group is just going "Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N--"

over and over again like a computer system error

his brothers are trying to help him tend to your injuries but he is extremely strict with whatever they do and has a very hard time letting go of the reins

as he's talking to them, he looks concentrated and steady, but his voice will not stop cracking

once he has decided that you are stable and going to be okay is when he breaks down

he's definitely also a crier, and can't help but think about how he almost lost you and can't function without you

but he gets a hold of himself, continues to chronically monitor your vitals and pain levels, and then immediately gets to work on a new invention to keep you safe

when you first wake up, now that he's feeling a little more confident with your condition, he'll say something silly to cheer you up, like "well hello to my newest little experiment"

and you'll smile back at him with a joking "hi, Doctor Dee", insisting that you're fine as he asks you a bunch of analytical questions about your symptoms

after he's done playing doctor, he'll just sit next to you for a moment in silence, looking apprehensive

but you know exactly what he's thinking, so you say "you're my hero, Donatello. you know that, don't you?"

he gets so blushy and flustered at that, but has the biggest smile on his face

~Michelangelo~

surprisingly, when Mikey sees you hurt, he goes quiet

you would think that with our goofball in orange, his reaction would be super over-the-top and dramatic

no, mans goes dead silent

he never gave much thought to what his fears in life were before this, but he has realized that one of his biggest fears has just come true

he asks Donnie what he needs to do, and he doesn't think he has ever sounded more desperate in his life

he does his tasks immediately and with the utmost attention to detail, no protests and no questions asked

his brothers have never seen him like this before in their lives: so focused and concerned and quiet

they'll tell you about it later, as a testament to how much the guy lives and breathes for you

once Don has confirmed that you are stable and going to be okay, he lets out the biggest sigh of relief and overall goes back to his old self

when you wake up from unconsciousness, you're a little confused as to what happened, and he just goes "you got hurt on your way down from heaven, angel!"

he does everything he can to comfort you and make you smile and relieve your pain while you're recovering

he'll bring his speaker in and play you some of your favorite songs, sometime putting on elaborate performances to get you to laugh

he'll try and cuddle with you in your hospital bed and whine when Donnie protests

"awe come on, Doctor Dee! help a dude out a little!"

but he'll be successful whenever Donnie is sleeping or too engrossed in one of his other projects, and he'll lay next to you and stroke your hair

but whenever he remembers that moment when he thought he had lost you, he will go dark for a moment or two

and he will do whatever it takes to ensure that it never happens again.

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faith-forgxtten-land · 2 months

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

Soaked | Donatello

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

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

summary: donatello likes it when you soak his sheets

word count: 1691

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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

“You awake?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Donnie—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mar-iiposa · 11 months

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prompt: the boys find out that their s/o snorts when they laugh

tag(s)/warnings: GN reader, suggestive comments/themes/jokes, vv fluffy

requests: open

authors note at the end for readers!! stay tuned :D

Leonardo:

he’s trimming his bonsai (you know how much he treasures them)

he’s slightly humming “boy’s a liar too

you’re reading a book whilst in the dojo

the dojo is quiet except for the calculated snips

you decided to save the next chapter of your book for later, so you quietly go on your phone

until you see a cute couples date idea on your ‘for you’ page

“hey, leo?”

you didn’t expect your voice to come off as wayy louder than intended

and neither did your boyfriend

the blue-masked ninja jumps at the unexpected noise

so much so that he knocks his bonsai over

his heart stops and he swiftly dove to the floor and scrambled to juggle the plant before finally catching it

he wipes his forehead and breathes a loud sigh of relief

however, you’re laughing your literal ass off

never have you seen him so visibly stressed

you were convinced he was gonna have a heart attack

hunched over and gripping your own sides, you’re hollering

and out comes snorts while you laugh

but as soon as you realize you’re snorting, you put a hand to your mouth

as you blink in embarrassment and security,

leo smiles over at you in adoration

with those criminal cute dimples too

“what was tha-?”

“you heard nothing.”

“babe, I know what I heard.”

you look away in pure embarrassment, heavily avoiding eye contact

“I know it’s weird-“

he’s now visibly confused

like wtf??? wdym ‘weird’??

he thought, if anything, that he’s the weird one

considering he’s a mutant turtle

“how is that gorgeous laugh weird?”

you’re about to respond when you pause

your cheeks grow warm

“what-“

“you heard me.”

and he’s giving you that little coy yet sincere smile of his

“you should laugh like that more often, princess.”

your jaw has dropped

he takes a few steps towards you

and he gently holds your chin, lifting it so that you look up at him

eye contact (l o r d)

“I like that raw beauty.”

you sink into your seat, oh my god

he chuckles softly and pecks your lips with a kiss before walking out of the dojo

you’re stunned.

and why are you turned on-

Raphael:

so we all know raph

and he is the biggest “gym rat”

( no offense to master splinter )

and you guys know those squats that you do with weights???

yeah, well, raph wanted to try those out today

and so he did

but it didn’t go by unnoticed

you were spotting raph (gym term) when mikey passed by

and my god, does mikey always have something to say

right as raph was mid-squat

“nice ass-popping, raph”

you

you LOST IT

in tears laughing

mikey instantly fled from the scene

the look on raphael’s face just made it so much better

and so did it make you laugh much harder

thus, you began to laugh your “real laugh”

snort after snort surrounded your laughter

uncontrollably snort-laughing

“ya got the hiccups there?”

and just as quickly as he mentioned it, you were just as quick to stop it

you stood from your seat and your brows furrowed together

he knew that look

that was when he knew he was screwed

and off you went, grabbing your things and ready to head up go the surface and back home for the night

he strides after you, reaching out for your arm

but you pull it back before he can get the chance

“babe, what’s wro-“

you stop briefly outside of the lair’s entrance, tears pricking at your eyes

you feel the droplets on your lashes, and you can’t look at him

so, he stands in front of you

and his heart stings

“I feel like a pig,” you cough slightly as you begin to cry

raph’s expression instantly softens

“baby… yer speakin’ nonsense.”

he gently takes your hand in his big, rough and calloused one

“everyone always says that when they hear my real laugh.”

your pout quivers as your lips do so, your shoulders shaking slightly as you cry

you move to cover your mouth and half of your face with your other hand as you cry

but he stops you

and he carefully places it on his cheek

and his left hand rests on your cheek too

“raphae-“

“I love ev’rythin’ about ya. sweet cheeks, look at me.”

your gaze flickers to meet his amber eyes

“you could have a million laughs… but this one right here? jesus, that one’s my favorite. now that’s for sure.”

you get on your toes and desperately hug your much-taller boyfriend

now this is one of the reasons he’s the love of your life

“I love you, raphie.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Donatello:

that’s it

he’s convinced you are 110% his soulmate

and here he thought that he had the worst and dorkiest laugh

this snort-laugh of yours occurred when donnie had accidentally taken a sip of scorchingly-hot coffee

he was sleep deprived

thus, he forgot how hot coffee could be

directly after pouring it

and you weren’t quick enough to stop him

so you snort laugh, stomping a little as you throw your head back in your chair

he used to hate his own laugh that involved tons of snorting sounds

but now you’ve effortlessly convinced him that it’s the best laugh in the entire universe

“what was that?”

donnie’s got the biggest and most goofiest grin on his face

“I can explain-“

his grin expands

“yeah, huh? give me another demonstration, darling.”

you shake your head in disagreement

just as you open your mouth to further reply, he continues

“oh, I bet I can out-snort you, jellybean.”

a wicked grin plastered on his face

and a mirroring grin begins to grow on yours too

“how much are we talkin’?”

“un-licked poptarts.”

“annddd?”

“annddd I’ll have to be out of the lab for a week.”

woah

this dude was serious

“deal. pleasure doing business with you, an-“

“nuh uh, no stalling. let’s hear it, you first.”

donnie gestured towards you to start off the competition

you give a purposely-snarky little laugh, snorting near the end

your boyfriend gives a nod of approval

“very cute, might be hard to beat.”

then he gives it a go

“such a rookie”

he shoots such a devastatingly-cute yet playful grin over at you

he then cracks his knuckles

“game on.”

and so now this just sparks your competitive side

you two spend the next 15 minutes just going back and forth

and those passing by right outside of the lab are so confused

“what the hell’s going on in there-”

Michelangelo:

thank god he’s a comedian

you’ve giggled countless times around mikey and towards his jokes

he’s a funny one

indefinitely getting giggles and chuckles straight out of you

but your actual laugh???

it had yet to be unleashed

until today

your boyfriend’s trying to show you how to get creative with your art

lately, you’ve been out of the zone

and who better than than the master of creativity himself to help you out of your art block?

so here you are in the sewers, spray painting on the walls

“angelcakes, you’re too stiff! you gotta relax, chillll”

“but I’m trying!”

he moves to stand directly behind you, covering your eyes with the tails of his mask, his hands over them as well

“what’re you doing?”

“just spray with your eyes closed and move, babes.”

you inhale and then exhale

with a few movements here and there, you decide to start off small until you could hopefully gain inspiration from there

instead, all you got was a surprise

“IS THAT A PENIS?”

apparently, you accidentally drew one

mikey yelped, falling to the floor as he banged his fist against it in fits of laughter

he had the humor of a middle-school boy

and so did you

top tier comedy imo

you kneeled down to the floor beside him

clapping your hands, you feel yourself losing control of your body

and that accounts and goes for your laugh too

least expecting it, you begin to snort as you uncontrollably laugh

some squeals in there too as you try to regain your composure

he laughs harder, pointing at you

you nearly feel the insecurity start to seep in

that is until you hear him go “awee!”

and your heart melts

but not as much as his has

“you like my snorting??”

“who wouldn’t?! it’s the cuuutest thing ever, baby!”

you swore that you fell deeper in love with this man

somehow

you both just sit there in those sewers

laughing over an accidental penis drawing

and continuing to laugh like a couple of fools

lovesick fools

author’s note: hello, everyone!! glad to be back! I’ve been on hiatus recently, but I hope to be more active and produce more fanfics and headcanons for you guys :) I am currently open to requests, so please send them my way! and don’t limit yourself, you can send as manyyyy requests as you want!! please leave comments and stuff, they fuel my motivation and validation tbh 🫶 thank you for reading, thrilled to be back!!

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raphaelsrightarm · 3 months

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Your work is absolutely amazing and I was hoping you could do a nsfw scenario for the bayverse boys, their s/o is super needy and desperate to be loved on but the boys are on the phone with someone (anyone of your choosing), they get tired of waiting and pull their mans pant down to blow him. It would be nice to see how long the boys last on the phone call.

Break

I chose Donnie for this one just because as I read this he immediately popped into my head let's also pretend Donnie's desk is behind a door in a secluded lab and not in their actual living room cause otherwise this would be awkward haha

Words: 1769

Warnings: Smut, 18+

It had been two weeks since he had last fucked you.

Two weeks of him either being glued to his desk or being dragged to his bed by one of his brothers whenever they had enough.

He had taken on new responsibilities with the NYPD, mostly in an attempt to ease the collective anxiety most of them had felt ever since their fight with Krang. He had been looking for ways to prepare themselves for a return, if there ever was one. Finally, he found a way. He’d spent never ending days creating devices that could pick up on any ripple that could allude to his reappearance.

They were beautiful, and with each one he created your pride for him swelled more and more. There was another desk chair in his lab he had just for you, which is where you’ve been for nearly every day since he began working on his newest endeavor.

You didn’t mind it. It was nice to watch him work. He always seemed to know what to do and how to complete it. You were sure that there wouldn’t ever be a day when he didn’t impress you.

But you couldn’t deny that you missed him. Most days he would be at his desk, but still being able to leave it for a little while. Then there were times when he would get so swept up in his work that he would fixate on his project until he was completely sure he was happy with it.

That’s what led to him being glued here for days.

That’s what led to the need that’s been left to engulf you.

“You’re quiet today.”

Donnie proved to have a certain talent to be vigilant of what was happening around him even while immersed in his screens. There had been days when you would be telling him stories as his fingers flew across the keys and he would hear every single word.

“Sorry,” you watched as he pulled away from his notes and drawings and flexed his fingers. “Just distracted.”

“Oh?”

“Do you want to watch a movie tonight?” You knew the answer by the way his eyes guiltily flicked quickly to his work then back to you. He was trying to figure out how much time these machines would take. He had finished ten, and wanted to create more so that there was enough to cover the city.

He hated the way your face fell, hated even more that it was because of him. “I’m sorry, dove. It won’t be long before I finish all of this, then we can do whatever you want. I promise.”

“You don’t want to take a break?”

“I took a break the other day.” He said defensively.

“You mean when Raph forced you to go to bed?”

He feigned offense. “I lost a lot of valuable time, then.” He was trying to make you smile, and the gesture alone brought a small one to your face.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes staying focused on you.

“Come here,” He placed his elbows on the arm rests of his chair, opening his arms. Part of you wanted to be spiteful, to stay planted in your seat. But that part was much smaller than the temptation of being close to him.

You curled up in his lap the way you had so many times before. His arms felt so familiar to you as they encased you. You laid your chin on his shoulder as his hands moved around your back.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered as his fingers combed through your hair. “I know I can get caught up.”

The guilt you felt washed away the rest of your anger, which flooded out with a sigh against his skin. “It’s ok. I know it isn’t your fault.”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before pulling you up so he could look at you. “How about we watch a movie in here? I could pull it up on one of my monitors.”

You felt yourself fill with warmth at how much he wanted to see you happy. The effort he always made to make sure you didn’t feel neglected.

“That would be nice.” His heart swelled at the sight of you smiling. He pressed a kiss to your lips, one that was supposed to be quick, innocent. Then he did it again. And again. Then his hand cupped the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

It was almost embarrassing how much desire rolled through you from something so simple. You knew he could tell as he inhaled deeply through his nose, inviting your scent in eagerly.

His hands slid to your hips as he savored the feeling of your lips on his, basking in the heat of your body. You felt him harden underneath you as his grip tightened.

Slowly, you rolled your hips against his bulge. His whole body stiffened as he took in a sharp breath. He began guiding your hips to move at the speed he wanted, which unfortunately, was slow.

Even then, the friction was making your limbs numb, the only important part of you being the one touching him. His small moans would fold against your lips as he moved you faster. His hand slid up the back of your shirt, moving up your skin until he found the clasps of your bra, and you felt your heart race.

It was then his phone started ringing. And your heart dropped to the floor.

Part of you hoped he would ignore it completely, and you deflated even more when he pulled away to check who was calling. He looked at you apologetically.

“It’s Vincent.” You pressed your forehead to his shoulder in defeat. His sigh had a hint of amusement in it. “Give me just one second. Just to make sure everything’s okay.”

You nodded as you climbed off his lap, returning to your seat.

He answered and began speaking, you could tell he was trying to rush. He listened to her concern, then shut his eyes and let out a breath, once again looking guilty.

“She wants to ask about the placements of the devices.” He explained. After a moment, you realized he was asking you if you were alright with him answering her. You felt the sting of annoyance about the timing, but you nodded, waving him on with a flick of your hand.

He reached out and squeezed your knee before turning his eyes to the monitor that had a map of New York, littered with purple dots indicating where he wanted to install his systems. He began listing off street names to her as you watched his lips move.

Your eyes slid down his chest, guided by the strain of his straps, coming to a stop of his hard cock still pressing against his pants. Slowly, you rolled your chair toward him. He spared a brief glance to you before listing off more places on his map. He paused in between each one, making you think she must be writing them down.

Your hands slowly reached for him, your palms flattening on his knees. He looked at you, confused, until he saw the smirk on your face and your body moving to the edge of your chair. He pieced it together quickly after that.

He watched with a look that was a mix of disbelief and challenge as you slid to your knees in front of him. You didn’t look away from his eyes throughout any of your movements. He didn’t have to say anything for you to know the look meant, Don’t you dare.

He then seemed to remember he was supposed to be responding, jolting a little. “What’s that?” He cleared his throat to try and mask that his voice had gotten high. “Yes, I’m planning on placing them the same distance from one another.” His hand squeezed his phone while the other was gripping the arm rest. You reached for the hem of his pants, undoing his belt and zipper before he became exposed to you.

You slowly wrapped your hand around him, not yet moving, only applying the pressure. It was enough to have him breathing heavily, taking the lower half of the phone further away from his face to muffle it.

His ability to divide his focus suddenly disappeared as he asked Vincent to repeat her question, giving her an answer you weren’t paying attention to. Your hand began a steady pace, his hips twitching slightly toward you.

There was a new fire lit in his eyes. He watched as you leaned forward to press kisses along the base. You ran your tongue up his shaft, stopping to swirl it around the head.

He bit his fist keeping his noise down as he glared at you. The spark in his eyes never dimmed though, he had been missing this just as much as you have. He missed the feeling of your hands on him. He missed the way your warm mouth felt wrapped around him. He missed being able to watch your eyes tear up as you took him as far back in your throat as you could manage.

You took the head of his cock in your mouth, sucking gently on it before releasing. You kept your eyes on him, knowing that by now you’re on the way to driving him insane.

You took him in again, pushing down further this time, as far as you could go. Your hand stroked the rest of him as your head began bobbing along his length.

His head pressed the back of his chair as he began answering anything with one word sentences or with simple ‘mhm’s.

Heat was traveling through you at the sight, spreading through every vessel in your body. His eyes clenched shut for a moment as he concentrated on staying silent.

Finally, they began saying their goodbyes.

“I’ll be able to finish them up soon,” His eyes full of lust as he looked at you, “I have something I need to deal with first.” His voice flowed against you like water as a new surge of excitement ran through you.

You released him with a pop as he hung the phone up, still stroking him with a small grin on your face. He dropped his phone on his desk and ran his fingers through your hair.

“That needy, huh? Do you need it that badly?” His hand moved to cup your chin. You began to stand, but he placed a hand on your shoulder. “Finish me off, then I’ll give you what you want.”

#tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #bayversetmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donnie 2014 #tmnt donnie 2016

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fluffytriceratops · 9 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 [𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞]

notes: donnie reacting to y/n pulling him in for a kiss by his belt. mikey is next~ i have so many requests to write asdfkjghjhfg. but i'm excited hehe.

click here to read leo's ver.

click here to read mikey's ver.

click here to read raph's ver.

warnings: mature language, nsfw mentions/sexual themes.

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @rheawritesforfun @s-s-ironnie @post-apocalyptic-daydream @mysticboombox @drowninghell @lec743 @raphielover @raphslovemuffin80 @squirrelfurs @bibiz82 @pheradream-15 @kikithedreamerwriter

(if you wish to be tagged in my future tmnt related work, feel free to lemme know and i'll happily tag you!)

i love you all sm! i hope you have a lovely day/night! i'm sending all the virtual hugs to you!! <3

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- immediately his eyebrows would raise. and he'd glance down at where your hands rested comfortably on his belt.

- he would gulp, taken aback by the move.

- hands raised, as he wouldn't be sure where to put them, too stunned in the moment to think straight.

- he'd be a flustered mess. stammering and continuously flicking his gaze from your face to your lips.

- if you smirked at him, you'd drive him absolutely nuts.

- he would let out a small groan at the feeling of your lips against his own. when you'd pull away, his hands would shoot to you and pull you against him again for more.

- he'd lick his lips after the kiss, voice caught in his throat.

- he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of you.

- you'd tilt your head to the side and look up at him with a flirtatious grin. "what's up, donnie?"

- you'd fake innocence, and he'd see straight through it. causing his grip to tighten on you. and a low churr to escape his chest.

- "you.." he swallowed thickly. "you shouldn't have done that.."

- blinking up at him, you stop yourself from smirking as you replied. "why not?"

- "it's a dangerous game." he'd murmur, bending himself downwards closer to you. eyes continuing to jump from your own to your lips.

- "i like danger." you'd whisper, gripping him tightly, tempting him even further as you swiped your tongue across your lower lip.

- as predicted, donnie watched the movement with a hitch of his breath.

- "you sure?" he hummed, nipping at your jawline and neck.

- your head lolled back, giving him more access.

- you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from moaning. "positive."

- all the while this was happening, he'd back you into a table (if you were in the lab/your room) or the wall.

- his arms would cage you between him, hands planted firmly on the wall or gripping the edge of the table. head tilted towards you as he traveled his mouth up from your exposed collar bone back to your lips.

- in all your haze, you wouldn't even notice your clothes had been removed.

- he'd fuck you into the wall. right where you stood.

- shaky legs, heavy pants and melodic moans would fill the room.

- music to both of your ears.

- and when you were done? he'd take you to a different spot and do it all over again.

- both you and donnie learned to love belt kisses.

- but now you know it's only something you can do in private, when the others aren't around. because the outcome would definitely scar them~

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moxfirefly · 4 months

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Bayverse Donnie with F!Reader (she/her)

"You think I like being like this? Every time someone fucking touches you I want to rip their hands off!"

"I...I don't want to stop. Please don't ask me to stop."

Happy holidays 💙❤️💜🧡

Oh boy yes!!! This is a great one! Let’s get it, goes without sayin’.

Rated Explicit

He hated what his overworked brain could cook up some nights, the tension that settled in his muscles whenever that nagging little monster in his head told that ‘he didn’t deserve this’.

Because Donnie’s always been a little too in tune with what he is, what he looks like.

Compared to you? You who somehow found your way in under the safety fence around his heart. You who somehow wanted to be with him and settle.

It was settling, he knew that sooner rather than later you’d wake up from your fugue state and realize this isn’t a life worth living for with him. What could he provide? Not all the typical things a partner should, he couldn’t walk out and take somewhere, he couldn’t meet your friends, he can’t marry you…

He hates how everyone gets to touch you out in the open, out in your normal life away from the violence and the secrecy.

Donnie swallows a lump in his throat when he sees Casey pull you into a hug, the free affection he could supply not just down here but up above in your real world with your real life. It’s not even about Vern and how he grabs your hand after a high five and laughs. He hates to admit that he’s thought about every other set of normal hands that have touched you throughout your day, every perfect palm that could connect perfectly with yours, each of their five fingers running a path across your body.

God, he hates how much you’ve been touched by perfectly normal beings.

There’s that little monster again inside of him, calling him a freak, a monster, you’re ruining her life, Donnie, what makes you think she’s going to stay? Why would she want your imperfect, disgusting—

“Hey? Are you alright?” You ask him, arms draped around his neck from the back of the couch, a set of beautiful arms he’d want to be his noose any day.

“Y-yeah, just a little tired.” Lie, he was gonna stay up until the migraine took over or the exhausting did him in first.

“Then let’s sneak are way back to your room and lie down.” You kissed his cheek, nudging him by the shell to get up. Everyone was still mingling about so it was easy to slip away.

He entered his room that he shared many nights with you, it was hard to fathom it was only his now. Every little corner held something of yours and on nights you couldn’t stay over he found comfort in your lingering scent.

“You aren’t alright are you?” He caught your voice muffled from the shirt you were taking off, showing off skin he could pick out from a hundred yards away. How acquainted he was with each blemish, freckle, scar…

“Is there anything from your ex boyfriend that you preferred? …liked I mean, or that he has that I don’t?” This is a Pandora’s box and from the way your eyebrows shoot up he knows it’s a bad idea but Christ he’s floundering.

“Absolutely nothing, why are you bringing him up?” You tossed your shirt aside, kicking off your shoes next and progressively becoming more aware that Donnie was holding back a giant wave of something not good right now.

“I’m just trying to make sense of something… I know why you both broke up but you were with him, there was an appeal at some point.” He wants to look away, drop the conversation but his hands feel tense and his skin itchy.

“There was an appeal before I found out who the real him was, appeal went away pretty fast if you ask me, baby why are you—“

“What’s the appeal here?” He motioned to himself, to his form, his face, his everything. “Because I can’t see it for myself, I don’t know why you’re here…with me.” His voice felt lumpy, crackling like a detuned radio.

You stood stock still, shocked at his words.

“What’s bringing this on? I haven’t spoken to that asshole in years, Don. What appeal? He has none, I’m with you.” You took a step, he took one backwards.

“You’re going to want things I cannot give you even if I would sell my soul for them. I—I can’t give you kids, or a normal home, or marriage, for fuck sake look at me, where does this make sense??” He sat down aggressively on the bed, he needed to concentrate on something else than your worried face. With shakey hands he began to untie his boots.

He saw your feet first, through the thin film of tears, god he didn’t want to cry now.

Gently you took his glasses off and set them on the night table.

“What’s going on? Tell me the truth, why are you acting like this? Why are you bringing my ex up all of a sudden to fight—” The deep concern, the frown lines on your forehead, he had you so damn worried.

“You think I like being like this? Every time someone fucking touches you I want to rip their hands off!” He didn’t mean to blow up but this hand bubbles, seeped over the mug and now there was no stopping it.

“I’m never going to understand why you would rather waste your life away with a monst—“ he felt your hands shoot up and cover his mouth.

“You are not a monster, Donatello, and if you ever use that stupid word to describe yourself ever again, I’m throwing a wrench at your head.” You let your hand slip away, instead you cupped his face. “I’m with you because I love you, you were my friend first and now you’re the most important thing in my life, and none of this is going to stop my feelings.” You rubbed your thumbs affectionately around his cheeks. Donnie’s gaze fell, eyes still red from holding back tears. He pressed his face against your sternum, and once you felt those large armed enclose around you, you hugged him tight.

“I—I’m sorry, I—fuck,” He sighed against your skin, finding comfort in your flesh as he often did.

“It alright, just please don’t ever question how I feel, okay?” You kissed the top of his head, letting yourself be pushed closer to him, he needed this, needed the physical reassurance. “I love you, Donnie, I love you so much.” You carresed him, cheek against the top of his head. Donnie’s hands found the back pockets of your jeans, hooked his fingers in and began to shove them down.

He needed more, he needed you and you knew it.

“I…I don’t want to stop. Please don’t ask me to stop.” He kissed each words onto your stomach, bit the periods onto your flesh and he dragged your underwear down as well. Effortlessly he picked you up and placed you on the bed with another feverish kiss that sent your head spinning. He bit more of those pleads onto your neck, grinding himself between your legs with intent of having your scent on his clothes forever.

It was messy, desperate and filled with longing. You somehow pushed down his pants with the heels of your feet and told him, gently and with need that you wanted him inside of you.

And he could never say no to you, he could never deny you a single thing.

So when he slipped in to the heat that he belonged to, to the woman that could drive him to burn the world at a moments time, he could feel a little less self hatred.

Your moan, long and aching, always a task to adjust to his size but never an unwelcome burn, blessed his ears. He needed this, he needed you inking those words and sounds with each thrust.

Donnie watched transfixed, enamored with your flushed skin and hooded eyes. Watched as your hands reached for him when he sat back on his knees. He hooked an arm beneath you and held you against him as he thrusted upwards with every intent of fucking these awful thoughts out.

“Fucking—Love you,” Donnie’s lips pressed against your own, the intimacy of spilling his love against your own lips too much for him. You moaned against his mouth, moving in tune with him to chase the high. ‘I love you’ you mouthed as you felt your voice be replaced with another lustful moan. Donnie half smiled, drunk off of your scent and deep into how perfect you felt wrapped around his cock. He held you like that, arms secure around you as he fucked the first load into you just as you came with a tightening and broken wail.

When you felt your back against the blankets and felt him continue to thrust, pushing past the oversensitivity, you knew he needed more.

He needed so much more.

#tmnt bayverse #ask #phd-in-fuckery #emotional? prompts #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #Donatello #Donnie #tmnt Donatello #tmnt Donnie

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scholastic-dragon · 1 year

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Bay Turtle Kisses 💋

Thank you for requesting this @akesdraws-blog it was so cute and fun.

Warnings: giving the turtles the smootches they deserve!

Leo:

Hear me out

HEAR ME OUT

Neck kisses

And not just the sexual kind no no.

Leo's a tall dude, even if he's not the tallest, he's still large. And you probably still have to reach up on your tippy toes to hug him. And because of that, the easiest place for you to place kisses was his collarbone and neck.

Knees: gone

It's just such a strange and sensitive place and he loves how intimate it is

He's gotten forehead and cheek kisses from his brothers and April, but your kisses are more personal and he can't get enough of them

He was terrified to kiss your neck for the first time, but he couldn't stop staring and it was eating away at his brain. He needed to know how smooth the skin was, how potent your scent would be.

It was date night at your place, you were watching a movie, wrapped up in a thick blanket, sitting in between his legs.

He had a perfect view of the back of your head and the side of your neck. Even more so when you moved your hair to the side because you thought it was bothering it.

It was but in a different way

He couldn't help himself, he leaned in, taking a moment to appreciate how your perfume, body wash and natural scent mixed before kissing the juncture where your shoulder and neck met.

He pulled away, not wanting to overstep, but stopped when your arm came up, pushing his head back to your neck.

At your small, "more, please," He was sure his heart had stopped

Game on.

Mikey:

Nose kisses

His favorite is when you both make eye contact, doesn't matter where or how far apart you are, and he licks his lips and keeps -purposefully- glancing down at your lips.

So you start to lean in, and he takes your face in your hands, tilting tour head, moving extra slow to build momentum....and then places a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose.

Then he pulls back, going back to whatever he was doing, trying not to laugh at your mad face

You make the cutest face when he does this, you try and make a mad face but your cheeks are red, eyes crinkled from laughed and fighting a smile.

He laughs, and plants kisses all over your face, leaving your lips for last.

One of his favorite pranks is when you're sitting at the dining table for a meal, he makes eye contact, licks his lips, then stands from his chair, leaning across the table with puckered lips.

You lean forward, giggling and mumbling something about how 'he can't even wait five minutes for another kiss'

And then.....he leans down and takes the straw of your drink into his mouth and happily sipps whatever is in the cup.

Then he sits back and resumes his meal, ignoring how you kick his shin under the table.

Donnie:

Any kissing that can involve him rubbing his nose on you <3

He just can't get enough of you and sometimes just a simple kiss isn't enough, so he'll rub your noses together and then kiss you

He likes coming up behind you and bending down (literally almost in half) and wrapping his noddle arms around you and nuzzling your neck until you turn around and he can get a little smooch

He also nuzzles your cheek, he'll start at your jaw, work his way up your cheek and cheekbone, and then stop at your nose.

And YES, he is chirping the whole time

Secret hint: is you want Donnie to fall head over heels for you, come up behind him while he's working and hug his shoulders, rub his chest and arms while nuzzling his neck

Raph:

Raph doesn't necessarily have a favorite, but he loves kissing you in places where you have something he doesn't

For example, ears -its a bit weird but just listen- he doesn't have them and thinks they're so cute

So when yall are snuggling and kissing, he'll start at your jaw and kiss his way to your ears, kissing just under it, behind it, then a flurry of little kisses on the lobes

If he's feeling a bit playful he might even give a small nip and tug (nothing that would hurt of course, just something to make you gasp or giggle)

Also, eyelids, and yes I know he had eyelids, but not like yours! He doesn't have eyelashes, so he uses the kisses as an excuse to get a closer look at you

He'll get right up in your face and just stare before kissing your eyelids.

Normally he does it as you guys are going to bed, he uses it to make you close your eyes for sleep.

And finally, hands! You have so many fingers and he just feels deep down that he needs to kiss all of them. Along with your palm, knuckles, the back of your hand and your wrists.

Your hands are just so dainty and small to him, and he can't get enough of them.

He can't get enough of you <3

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @mysticboombox @strawberrycakeblog

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dancingdonatello · 1 year

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HI!! 💕💕

can i request a donatello x gn reader who has a pet softshell turtle? i saw a tiktok where raph and donnie were holding their turtle species and omg it was so cute- 😭💕

have an AMAZING day/night!!

donnie x gn reader

“Donnie, it’s time you meet someone very important to me.”

That’s what you had told him a few days ago. Now, he stood at your doorstep dressed in the fanciest of clothes he could find. He was prepared to meet and impress your parent.

He wasn’t prepared for you to laugh at him when you opened the door and saw him.

“What?” He asked. You didn’t answer and instead pulled him into your house and up to a room that you had never let him go in before. “What’s going on?”

“As much as I love seeing you in a suit,” you paused as you fell into another bout of laughter, “you might want to take it off.”

“Why?” He demanded before you opened the door. Only then did he see the reason why.

The room was mostly empty, just filled with bins and food containers. But in the middle and most obviously the center piece of the room, there was a large pool of water.

“You… have a turtle.” He was flabbergasted. “As a pet?”

“And another as a boyfriend.” You patted him on the arm before you walked over. You picked the turtle up and it squirmed unhappily in your hands. “Look! It’s a soft shell too.”

“Amazing,” Donatello said flatly. “Now where is your parent that I was supposed to meet?”

“You were supposed to meet her!” You held the turtle in your hands out towards him. “Isn’t she pretty?”

Donnie turned to leave.

“Aw, Donnie…” you whined. “You’re hurting her feelings.”

Donnie scoffed again but stayed put. You smiled victoriously.

“Come on,” you sat down on the floor and patted the floor in front of you, “let’s just hang out.”

Your boyfriend reluctantly turned around and sat in front of you. He looked very unamused but you didn’t care. You set your pet on the floor and it immediately hissed at Donnie.

“Wow, she does not like you.” Her long neck reached over and she bit onto the finger of one Donnie’s hands that had been laid on his lap nearly. “She really doesn’t like you.”

“It’s because she knows I am better than her in all ways,” he said emotionlessly, even with his finger in the turtles mouth. “You are nothing compared to me,” he whispered lowly to it.

“Not true.” you shook your head. “Watch. Daphne, let go.”

“You named it Daphne?”

“Look!” You interrupted with a screech. “She let go! She listens better than compared to you.”

“What? I listen,” he defended himself but you were moving on.

“Daphne, sit.” The turtle coincidentally laid down when you said it. Donnie groaned when you cheered. “Such a good girl,” you cooed and picked her up. She bit you this time.

“Can it balance chemical equations?” Donnie scoffed.

You looked over at him, shocked at how… displeased he looked. His arms were crossed and his eyebrows were furrowed.

“Can it develop and operate highly dangerous and radioactive weaponry? I don’t think so.” Donnie’s eyes were burning holes into your poor turtle.

“No, but it is cute.” You held poor Daphne a little closer protectively before you had an idea. “Donnie, just hold her. Feel the connection.”

“Feel the connection,” he mocked you. But he still took the turtle into his hands when you passed her over. He inspected it with a grumpy look. “Looks healthy.”

The turtle reached forward with its long neck and touched its snout to his.

“Oh my god,” you breathed out and took a hundred photos. “I am printing these out and plastering them all over my walls.”

It was all fine until Daphne started to churr. She had crossed the line.

“Daphne!” You snatched her back. “That is inappropriate!” Donnie snorted and shook the mud off his hands with a sigh.

“I guess she’s alright…” He interrupted your chastising of Daphne. “Still can’t take over the world though.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Yeah, yeah, you’re one of a kind, Donnie.”

leo | raph | mikey

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#rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #donatello x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #donatello hamato x reader

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 4 months

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When They Crush On You

2012!Turtles x reader

A/N: I’ve finally gained access to all seasons of TMNT 2012! That means that I can finally watch them all the way from start to finish! So here’s a little headcanon to celebrate with💙❤️💜🧡

Warnings: None other than some spelling, idk.

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Leonardo:

Leonardo would be the responsible and reliable one and he prides himself that way. And just like with the rest of his family, he would see you and your safety as his responsibility. As Leo’s crush on you develops further and further, he would become even more protective and would make sure you're safe during missions. It would get to a point where he would text you to make sure you were okay, even if you weren’t coming along with him and his brothers. But it would go further than that. Leonardo would check up on you regularly with some form of excuse. Something happened on the mission and he needed to know you were okay. He saw something on the news so he would just check in. He broke the toaster and there was a spark, so he had to make sure it didn’t hurt you… even though you were in your own home. It didn’t take more than half a brain cell to realize that Leo was just looking for excuses to talk to you. But that didn’t change the fact that Leo did actually worry about your safety. He'd subtly offer you training sessions and enjoy spending one-on-one with you in the dojo - even though he would panic slightly whenever you got close to him. But even when he was about to mentally scream because of your close proximity, Leonardo would still compliment you on your skill. His compliments would be subtle, but his actions spoke volumes. He would compliment you often about the smallest things. Even though you didn’t seem to notice, Leo’s brothers would look at him like he was a lost cause. To a certain degree they were right. Because as Leonardo’s crush on you grew, he would only grow more and more flustered whenever you were around. You didn’t see it, but everyone else did. Wide eyes that would look in every direction, thinking of something to talk to you about, other than your skills in the dojo or their latest mission.

Raphael:

When Raphael first started crushing on you, not much of his behavior would change. He would stay his gruff turtle self with a small sarcastic comment every now and then. But as his feelings for you started to develop, his actions would follow suit. Raph would start to tease you more. Not like he did with his brothers, but in a more caring way. Yet he would never dare to admit it was because he liked you more than as a friend. Raph would poke you quite often. There was a need in him to be close to you, yet he did not know how to express it in a way he felt comfortable with. So therefore he would poke you, finding it hilarious and adorable if you got annoyed. Was he walking past you while you were eating? Poke. Had you been quiet for long while watching the TV? Poke. Were you talking to one of his brothers? He would continuously poke you until you directed your attention towards him, just to leave with a; “what? I didn’t do anything”. But as much as Raphael liked to tease you, he did not know how to react to the feeling of his beating heart whenever he saw you. As his feelings grew and his heart started beating faster, Raph would start to appear more aloof than usual. That would usually happen when he didn’t expect you to be around. The sheer shock of seeing without mentally preparing himself forced him to act as if you weren’t there. But when Raph was prepared for your pressens, he would annoy you like there was no tomorrow. He would challenge you to spontaneous sparring matches, wanting to see your skills and even show off his own. But as annoying as Raph could be, he would also be nice to you. He'd surprise you with small gestures of kindness, like fixing something for you without saying a word. Like dropping snacks into your lap if you were hungry, without looking you in the eyes.

Donatello:

Donnie, the tech genius, would find subtle ways to impress you with his intelligence. It meant a lot for him when his intelligence was complimented, especially by you. So after the first time you commented on how smart he was, it became his go to way when it came to gain your attention. He would build you gadgets or modify equipment just for you. He would usually present them to you as a gift you had earned for the smallest reasons. You had done great at school or work, or you made that really good cake a long time ago. One time he made you something because you; “remembered to drink water”. But gift giving things Donatello had made was not the only way he would try to gain and keep your attention. Donnie would enjoy engaging in deep conversations with you about science or any other shared interests. But as much as Donnie liked to talk to you, he struggled with expressing his feelings verbally, like saying either too much or too little for his own liking. Like accidentally admitting to having a crush on you, only to try and cover it up by seeing he hated you, causing him even more embarrassment. Yet his actions and gestures spoke volumes and you caught on pretty early on, even before he unintentionally admitted anything. It wasn’t that hard with how clumsy and flustered Donnie would get when he was around you. He would become a blushing mess if your hand touched his while accepting his gift. Stumbling or dropping things weren’t uncommon either for Donatello when you were around. Donnie just couldn’t help it. It was not his fault he would shake like crazy whenever you were close to him. You could just stop being so sweet and maybe he wouldn’t embarrass himself every time he saw you.

Michelangelo:

Mikey would not be so subtle about his feelings for you. He would pretty much do and say everything in the book, but in a non traditional way. Being a fun-loving and carefree turtle by nature, would do anything in his power to make you laugh, and his non conventional and open way of going about his feelings for you certainly made you do so. The only reason the two of you didn’t start a romantic relationship any earlier, was because you thought he was joking with his extreme openness. Mikey would constantly crack jokes, hoping to make you smile. These jokes would extend to pranking his brothers while you were watching, much to their annoyance. Mikey would also invite you to pizza parties in his room, calling them dates from day one with no hesitation. He noticed very early on that you liked a particular type of pizza, and would make sure to bring you one every day instead of a bouquet of roses. At times Mikey would prank and playfully tease you, but never to the same extent as he did with his brothers. What he did to his brothers was meant to annoy them, and be used as a sort of entertainment for himself. But with you it was yet another way for him to show affection. Like not giving you the pizza he had brought for you, without at least a hug as payment. Or straight up blocking your way, demanding some sort of attention from you. If Mikey got nervous whenever you were around, he was definitely good at hiding it. But once you were gone and Mikey was left back with his brothers, he would have no peace not knowing when he would see you again. He would talk about you for hours, mentioning you out of nowhere, almost causing his brothers to become violent. But they soon learned that the best way to shut him up was simply to call you over and ask you to spend time with him.

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oozedninjas · 5 months

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How would they fuck your brains out?

Across the mutant verses

NSFW / guys are 27+ like fucking always in this blog / 18+ content mdni

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Holds your hand like a gentleman and fucks you sensually, not stopping until you've come at least twice. Commands you to look at him cause damn, you're so hot when you're embarrassed.

Bayverse Leo

2003 Leo

2003 Donatello

He embraces your whole body lovingly so that you are as close to him as possible while he softly moans into your ear, chanting your name and how perfect you are, how much he loves every inch of your body, how madly in love he is.

Bayverse Donatello

Bayverse Mikey

2012 Mikey

2012 Donatello

This man holds you right on all fours, ass up, cock as deep as he can reach. He loves it when you whimper, and goes crazy when you're so well fucked that you start acting dumb. He's definitely mean as he bangs you BUT aftercare is always heavenly.

2007 Leo

Last ronin Mikey

2003 Raphael

Bayverse Raphael

Bayverse Leo cause this bitch can do both

Pretends he knows what he's doing, but in truth, he's a fucking mess and he's melting with your pretty little words about how amazing he makes you feel, how delish he tastes, how beautiful he is. Fuck you're everything to him. Ask whatever you want, he'll be so good for you.

2012 Leo

2007 Raphael

2012 Raphael

Sexy times are always fun, and more often than not, he includes something a friend told him about or is super excited to try anything you bring up. Always knows exactly where to touch to make you lose your mind. Loves to whisper sweet nothings in your ear once the heat fades.

Bayverse Mikey

2003 Mikey

2007 Donatello

Refuses to call it sex. It's lovemaking, for the love of God!

2007 Mikey

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ju1cyfru1t · 6 months

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affectionate (rise! donnie x reader)

ROTTMNT x Reader

Donnie is in a particularly affectionate mood and the reader is scared.

fluff! :D, gn reader (you/yours is used), established relationship, romantic

“Heyyyy, Donnie!” You greeted your boyfriend in his lab and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind while he sat at his desk, typing on his computer.

Donatello jumped slightly, but sighed in relief when he realized it was just you. “Ah, hello, my dearest Y/N.” He leaned back into your touch and reached his hands up to hold your hands that were resting on his shoulders.

…wait, he did what?

“My dearest? Uh…” You stared down at him with surprise and concern, “are you good, D?”

“Of course I am,” Donnie smiled, “How could I not be when you’re here?”

“Woah, what?” You withdrew your arms, taking a step back. This was NOT your normal Donatello.

“What?” He spun his chair around to look at you with furrowed (drawn on) eyebrows.

You looked him up and down, “are you feeling ok?” You pressed the back of your hand against his (XL) forehead.

“I’m not fevered, if that’s what you’re asking.” Donnie sighed, taking your hand off his head and holding it in his own.

You stared down at your hand in his, then back up to him, “Did you- did you hit your head or something?”

“What? What are you talking about?” Donnie tilted his head.

“Nothing…” You looked at him skeptically, “Anyways…how’s your day going?”

“Fine, I suppose.” Donnie sighed, “Lonely, without you here. I missed you.”

“Huh?” Your jaw dropped for a moment before you narrowed your eyes at him, “did Leo put you up to this?”

“Scoff. We both know Leonardo is NEVER putting me up to anything.” Donnie scoffed, “And anyways, is it ok so unbelievable that I missed my beloved (s/o)?” He looked up at you tenderly and took your other hand in his, bringing it to his lips and pressing a sweet kiss to it.

“What’s wrong with you?!” You snatched your hand back.

Donnie looked offended and hurt with a hand over his heart, “ME? What’s wrong with you?”

“You’re scaring me!” You gasped, throwing a hand over your mouth, “Oh my god, you’ve finally cracked.”

“How?!” Donnie laughed, incredulous.

“How-…why are you being…so affectionate?” You narrowed your eyes at him again but your tone was softer now.

Donnie thought for a moment, “Huh. I don’t know.” He narrowed his eyes back at you, “But fine. Trust me, it won’t happen again.”

“No, no, no! I didn’t mean it like that!” You took his hand back in yours, squeezing it. “It’s just…not like you. I’m not used to it, I’m sorry.”

Donnie frowned, “Oh. I see.”

“Not in a bad way!” You laughed nervously, “I like you the way you are, even if you’re not always affectionate…of course, I like when you are too, though.”

“Good to know.” Donnie grinned and stood up, gently pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

You stayed like that for a while and just enjoying each others presence in silence; a rare, special, intimate moment.

“Sooo…you wanna get pizza?”

“Pfft- You don’t even have to ask, my dear.”

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onemoreturtlewriter · 1 year

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Before I let go

Bayverse Donatello x Reader

Started as a little Drabble but somehow it evolved and got kind of lame. Sorry about that.

UPDATED WITH THE MISSING ENDING YALL IM SO SORRY

Falling for April had been like watching a really good movie and proclaiming it to be your favorite.

It was a rush, excitement that bubbled and fizzed and left him wanting to feel it over and over again.

It was nice, but it didn't last.

April was nice, she was pretty and smart and never really treated them different than the rest of her friends. But he was young and awkward and when he saw how happy Casey made her, he found that that crush was more admiration than love. The love he had for her, it was just like the love he had for his brothers.

When they accidentally crushed through the roof of April's apartment and right into the room you rented from her...well they had no option but to make you a part of the team.

It took a long time for you to get used to them, for you to slowly get comfortable and find a home in the lair, in them.

Raph made it hard for you. He didn't like you, but to be fair he didn't like April at first either. Learning that she was their Hogosha, the very reason they were alive, certainly eased the tension between them. You didn't have that cushion to ease Raph's unease.

But where Raphael was all rough edges and biting attitude, Donnie took quite a liking to you, even though the majority of the time you were around he was locked in his lab, hunched over his screens or a new project.

Like right now for instance, he was fixing April's watch, the one he had gifted her a few years ago for her Birthday. The sensors were off, and the screen barely registered a touch. It was honestly garbage, too old to even bother with. But April was adamant in keeping it, in having him fix it.

He was touched, that she seemed to hold the watch so close to her heart. So he'd fix it as best as he could.

"Donatello?"

He jumps, dropping the screwdriver on the ground. You were probably the only person that called him by his full name. Where it anyone else, he would insist on Donnie. But he liked the way his name sounded on your lips. Setting the watch down he spins around in his chair to face you.

You're standing at the little makeshift door he had created, your hand pressed against the wood.

"Hey," he starts, adjusting his frames. "When did you get here?"

You make a face and Donnie deduces that its somewhere between disappointment and embarrassment. "I, uh, came in with April."

Your reaction makes a lot of sense and he suddenly feels like an absolute jackass. He had been out in the lair when you both had arrived, yet somehow he hadn't noticed that when the lair door opened you were right behind April. "Sorry," he says quickly, the feeling only growing as he feels his face heat up. "It's been a rough week. I didn't mean to ignore you."

"Its okay. The rest of them went with April to the surface to pick up food... is it okay if I stay here with you?"

"You want to be in my lab with me?" No one ever wants to be in the lab with him, especially when he was working. According to Mikey he could be a real jerk when concentrating.

"I'll be quiet. I just don't want to be alone. Splinter is meditating, otherwise I would go spend time with him. I know you like being alone so I get it if you want me to go aw-"

"No! I don't mind, not at all. Let me get you a chair!" He quickly stands, suddenly excited to have you sit with him.

"Are you sure?" you ask, but he's already sliding a chair across the small space, holding it out for you.

"I could use the company," he starts, retrieving the screwdriver he had dropped. "I'm, uh, not working on anything too exciting so I'm sorry if you get bored."

He watches you sit, pulling yourself closer to the desk he had been hunched over and peering at the dismantled watch. Every piece had its perfect little spot on the table, every tool laid out in a neat line.

"I like watching you work." you say softly, scooting to the side as he pulls his own chair close. "I always learn something, even though I'm positive I'll never be able to do half the things that you do."

Donnie feels his cheeks warm at your compliment, and he's grateful for the mask covering part of his face. "I, uh,-" what was he supposed to say to that? No one ever said they liked watching him work.

You giggle, bringing your legs up to your chest and leaning closer. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

He's grateful for the question, grateful for the chance to stop thinking about how your words had completely thrown him off. He fixes his frames, a habit he could never seem to break, and takes a seat, moving his chair close to yours. "Actually, there's something you could help me with."

You lean in even more, dropping a foot. He can smell the softness of your perfume and he inhales a little deeper. "What do you need?"

He stutters, telling you that your hands are much smaller than his, better suited for dealing with such tiny little pieces. If you would be willing to follow his instructions, he thinks there's a way he could better fix the touch screen sensor.

"Sounds fun, lets do this."

He walks you through it, telling you what tools to use and what to look for. You follow his directions, working slowly and deftly.

Donnie finds himself staring. A lot. He doesn't know if you're aware of it or not, but you frown when you focus and it's rather adorable. It's rare for him to let anyone work with him in his lab, but he finds that with you, it feels natural. You actually pay attention, ask questions when you don't understand what he's saying, and most importantly, you aren't getting frustrated with him.

He knows he's a lot, that the way he's leaning over you and watching you like a hawk is tethering on the edge of being slightly overbearing, but its fascinating, watching you work. It comes to a point that he could take over and finish, but he takes a peak at your face; sees the way your eyes are almost glowing in concentration, and he decides against interrupting.

Who cares that he could finish in under a minute, he wasn't about to take this moment away from you.

"You're staring at me." you say softly, your eyes flicking up to meet his. "Am I doing something wrong?"

Guilty that he's been caught, he touches his glasses and inches away. "No! I was just admiring you." he blurts out before freezing.

He was not supposed to say that. He was not supposed to say that.

You tilt your head, raising an eyebrow at him. "Admiring me?"

He feels the heat on his face grow and grow until its oozing out of him. He can't look at you anymore, his eyes finding a spot on his desk that was suddenly so very interesting.

"I mean the way you work. I was admiring the way you handle yourself with such skill," he stammers, trying to backpedal.

You don't say anything back, but he can feel your eyes on him and it takes a lot to look over at you. He finds you smiling, and he swears he feels his heart skip a beat. "Do you want to finish?"

You were so good at making his awkward moments feel less awkward. Donnie nods eagerly, relieved for the change of subject. His fingers brush against your palm when he grabs the watch and he swears he feels his heart skip a beat.

"I-" you start to say but at that exact same time Mikey barges in through the door.

"Guess who's back! That's right, we're here and we've got food! So I need you two nerds to come follow me 'cause I can't guarantee left over pizza."

You laugh, turning in your chair to face the youngest turtle. "Nerds, Mikey, really?"

He holds his hands up. "Hey, I said it with love, angel. Now come on, Raph's picking a movie."

Donnie bends over, slipping his goggles over his glasses. "I'm going to stay here. I'm almost done with April's watch." he says, for some reason agitated at his brother interrupting. Sure things had been a little awkward, but he wasn't ready to let go of you just yet.

"You heard him, Mikey, I'll see you in a bit."

At that both turtles have the same reaction, looking at you with surprise.

"You want to stay here?" they both ask simultaneously, both with different tones. Mikey's was more skeptical, while Donnie had asked it with such surprise that you couldn't help but laugh.

"I want to see this to completion, Donatello."

"Oh-"

"I guess I can save you guys a slice... but I can't make any promises." Mikey fake sighs, talking over his brother before shaking his head and walking out of the lab.

Your smile is wide as you face Donnie. "Do you think he will?"

"Absolutely not. You don't have to stay here with me though. Honestly, this is going to take no time at all. You should go eat and hang out with-" he rambles, but you stop him, placing your hand on his bicep. Its still something he hasn't gotten used to, the feeling of a human's touch against his skin. Where he was scales and bumps, you were smooth and warm. An interesting contract. The five fingers always threw him off though.

"Unless that's your way of telling me to leave you alone, I actually prefer being here with you. It's..." you pause, working the words around your mouth. "I like being around you, its calming in a way."

Donnie's heart swells at your words and he can feel a warm sensation spread throughout his body. He's not used to someone wanting to be around him just for the sake of his company.

"I...I.. do you want to share a Pop-tart?"

Smooth Donnie, very, very smooth.

Something in Donnie changes, suddenly he finds himself looking for you, thinking about you, wanting to be with you.

The more time he spends with you, the harder he finds himself falling for you. It's stupid, he knows that. There's no way that a turtle like him could be with you. You were from two different worlds, two different species, but that didn't stop him from fantasizing. From staying up at night, his body thrumming with energy as he thought about you.

This was bound to end in nothing but heartache, but for right now, Donnie wanted nothing more than to suffocate himself in his feelings for you.

The more time he spent with you, the more he learned about you.

You didn't like soda, found the feeling of carbonation overwhelming, but when he'd offer you a sip from his own cup you would never say no. You were far more introverted than he first thought, and you liked being alone. You were a horrible texter, but if he'd message you on the app he created for the team, you were more likely to respond. Your favorite color was an atrocious shade of barbie pink, but purple came close. When he has asked why purple, you had simply tugged on his mask and sent his brain into overload.

He wished he was brave enough to flirt, to make you as flustered as you made him. But whenever you were around, he found himself a nervous, stuttering mess. Still, he craved those moments with you.

So when he sees April and Casey enter the lair without you, he feels a crushing sense of disappointment. They had planned this game night for an entire week, were you not coming? Were you running late? He finds April in the kitchen, putting away a box of ice cream in the frezeer and asks about you.

"I haven't seen her all day, Donnie. Last I heard, she was visiting her sister over in Stony Brook. Did you try calling her?"

He shakes his head, already patting his hands down his cargo pants for his phone. "I'll do that, thanks."

You answer on the second ring and the sound of your voice calms his panic. "Hey, whats up?"

"Where are you? We're about to start!"

There's a pause before you answer, confusion clear in your voice. "What do you mean?"

"It's game night, remember? Mikey's got that new game he's been eyeing for months. Everyone is here."

"Oh." Is all you say before he can hear you shift the phone around, your voice tight. "I...I don't think I was invited."

The silence that follows is stifling, Donnie 's heart sinking at the thought that you might have been left out. "I'm sorry, I thought Mikey had invited everyone," he finally says, feeling guilty. "I should have told you about it myself, but it didn't cross my mind, I-"

"It's okay." you say, your voice small. He can hear the pain in your voice and it's crushing him. "I'm about to go underground. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay..." he says, knowing that you've already hung up. He didn't hear the train, didn't hear any sort of sound that would indicate you were outside, let alone a station. It was a lie, but he couldn't bring himself to be upset about it. The pain had been so crystal clear in your voice, he couldn't be mad at you for not wanting to talk to him. They were all supposed to be a team, a family. So how come it suddenly seemed like he was the only one that cared?

He could hear the laughter from the main room, could hear Mikey and Leo arguing with Casey. Everything seemed normal on the surface, but Donnie couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He wondered if anyone else had noticed your absence, or if they were too caught up in the game to realize.

As he made his way back to the main room, he tried to push his worries to the back of his mind. He didn't want to ruin the night for everyone else. But as he sat down next to Mikey, his mind kept drifting back to you. He wished he had known you weren't invited, wished he could have done something to make it right.

"Everything okay, Donnie?" Leo asked, giving him a concerned look.

Donnie forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just distracted, I guess."

Leo didn't seem convinced, but he didn't push the issue. Instead, he turned back to the game, and Donnie did his best to join in. But his heart wasn't in it, and he couldn't help but wonder how you were doing, and if there was anything he could do to make it up to you.

He couldn't sit still, his leg bouncing on the floor. He kept turning his phone in his hand, hoping that you'd call him back, that you'd message him.

Finally, he cracked, unable to take anymore. He sent you a quick message asking if you were home, hoping that this was one of the nights where you'd actually respond on time.

'Just made it.' came your respond, automatically.

His fingers flew across the screen. 'Be there soon' as soon as he hit send he was on his feet, startling Raph.

"I'm heading out!" he shouts over the noise, easily maneuvering his way to the door.

"Where you off to bro?" Mikey asks, looking at him from the spot on the ground he'd claimed.

"We're missing someone, I'm gonna go get her." he shouts, already out the door.

Its cold, the sky a myriad of blues and purples, and Donnie knows that it's going to snow. He can feel it in the atmospheric pressure, see it in the way the sky seems to hang so heavy. It wont be a lot, it never seems to snow heavy in the city. What with all the pollution, it shouldn't be a surprise. But it starts to flurry as he reaches your apartment. He has to climb up the fire escape, seeing as you lived right in the middle of the building.

There are no lights on as he crouches by your window, and he wonders if you've fallen asleep or if you've stepped out. But when he glances at his watch and notices the time, it's more likely that you're in bed. So he knocks. Three gentle taps against the window and waits a few seconds before doing it again.

No answer. This time he's a little louder. It seems to work, the lights coming on and almost blinding him. He has to blink away the spots as he hears the window slide open.

"Were you here long?" you ask, but it takes him a long time to answer. He can smell the warmth of your skin, feel it radiating off of you in waves. There was a strong smell of Marjoram that made him inch closer to you, and when he opened his eyes he saw that your hair was wet. Something about this whole thing makes him flustered, and he starts to stutter.

"No...No I just got here." He wants so badly to reach over and grab you, to press your small human frame against his body and inhale. Instead, he leans back a bit, the hold on the window frame tightening. He came here for a reason, and it wasn't to be a creep.

"I'm sorry about tonight, I don't know what happened, why you weren't invited."

Your face falls momentarily, but you shake your head and he feels a droplet of water hit him in the plastron. "It's okay. I know I'm not exactly the most liked human in the group. I'm not mad or anything."

He wants to tell you that Turtle physiology is a lot more complex than a human's, that he can very well smell your emotions and right now you reek of sadness. But he doesn't want to freak you out, so he focuses not on the fact that you've lied to him, again, but on your words.

"You think we don't like you?" he asks, his voice heavy as he crouches down lower to meet your eyes.

You flush, looking away from him. "Look... it's not exactly a secret is it?"

"Why do you say that? Did Raph say something again? You know what he's like-"

"It's not just Raphael," you cut him off and he seals his mouth close. "I'm never invited to things, I'm always the last one to find out about stuff, and when I do show up, people act like I'm not even there."

"That's not true-"

"But it is. It's fine. I get it okay? I'm not like April or Casey, I don't really bring anything to the group. I just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time." He can hear the way you start to choke up, tears clouding your vision before you blink them away and take a shaky breath. "I wish you guys would just tell me to leave already."

Before he's fully aware of what he's doing, Donnie is reaching into the window for you, grabbing onto your shoulder and pulling you close. It's a bit of an awkward angle, and he feels the frame bite into his shoulder, but he hugs you. You're so small, pressed against him, so delicate and he wants nothing but to protect you, to make you feel better. "Don't say that. I care about you, We all care about you."

You sniff, your hand coming to rest on his shell. You don't say anything and he doesn't blame you. What could you possibly say?

He leans back a bit, cocking his head down to look at you. "You're important to me, to all of us. I'm sorry if we made you feel like you aren't."

There's a moment of silence between them, where you don't answer, you just lay your head on his plastron and take a handful of shaky breaths. He simply holds you there, his hand sliding to the top of your back.

He wants to tell you that everything is going to be different now, that he's going to go back home and talk to his brothers and make them be nicer to you. But that's not how things work, that's not going to change the fact that up to this point you've felt like a nuisance, like the spare human.

You pull away from him, breaking him out of his thoughts. "Sorry. I don't mean to get emotional."

He smiles at you a bit, running a thumb across your red cheek. "I'm glad that you did. I don't want you to feel like you can't come to me."

Your face darkens as you nod and he doesn't know what possessed him to do such a thing, but he lets his thumb fall down to your lip. His eyes never leave yours as he trails his callused finger across your bottom lip. He leans in when your mouth falls open and he can feel your gasp against his scales.

He almost breaks the distance, he almost leans in and kisses you right then and there. But he pulls away, dropping his hand from your face. "Do you want to come out here with me?" he asks, leaning away.

You blink a few times, licking your lips and nod.

Gently, he helps you climb out of the window.

The snow starts to fall heavier, wet and heavy clumps that melt as soon as it hits his skin, but it doesn't seem to bother you. He should tell you that coming out here was probably a mistake, that you were probably going to get sick in this weather but he can't.

He finds himself still thinking about that would be kiss. Where had that boldness come from? Why hadn't you pulled away? Why did you look like you wanted it as much as he did?

His thoughts were in disarray, even as he watches you lean against the railing and look down. He wants to ask you, wants to know if perhaps you also feel the same way about him. The fire escape is tiny, and he has to hunch down so as not to hit his head as he takes a step towards you.

"Thank you for coming, by the way. You didn't have to."

He snorts, pushing his glasses up. "It didn't feel right, not having you there."

"You missed me?" you ask, and he can hear the teasing in your words.

"I always miss you." he admits, taking another step. You turn, facing him, your expression unreadable.

The snow starts to really fall now and it sticks to the ground, to the rusted metal of the stairs, to your hair. He breaks the distance, pressing himself against you, his arms falling on either side of your body.

It's... odd. The way your body seems to fit perfectly with his. You're so much smaller than him, all soft curves and fragile bones. He's careful not to apply too much pressure when he bends down, when his snout find the curve of your cheek, his glasses bumping against you. He inhales, the smell of your perfumed skin a comfort to him.

He wants to kiss you, wants to know what you taste like; if your as sweet as the rest of you. But is that even possible?

You were so different than him, even now, as he bumps your forehead with his, he's so much bigger than you.

"Sorry." he whispers, pulling away.

Your hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him back against you.

"I want you to kiss me." you whisper, your eyes glued on his.

Donnie feels a surge of electricity at your touch, your words making his chest vibrate. "A-Are you sure?" He's got a million excuses lined up for why this was a bad idea.

But you nod, standing up on your toes so your nose brushes his face.

He leans in, his lips gently pressing against yours. He's careful, unsure of himself, trying to recall all the articles he's read on kissing. It makes him tense, his eyes opening slightly. You have your eyes closed, your lips melting against his. He lets out a groan, his hand slipping up to your back, finding purchase right between your shoulder blades.

For a moment, its just the two of you, lost in the sensation of the kiss. It's awkward, tentative, but it's also electric. Donnie can feel his heart racing in his chest, and he can sense your own heart beating just as fast. He feels you start to pull back but he's not ready for it to end, so he moves with you, keeping your lips on his.

You let out a small whimper when he licks at your lips, your knees buckling. Donnie wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close as your lips part and your tongues touch. He feels a rush of desire wash over him, and he deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue. You respond eagerly, your hands roaming over his shoulders and back.

He feels a shiver wrack through his body, the gentleness of your fingers igniting his skin. His hands slip lower, past the small of your back and cupping your ass, dragging your body even closer to his.

You moan against his lips, digging your nails into his scales. Donnie can't help but groan in response, the sensation of your nails on his skin sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his core. He tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as the kiss grows more passionate, sloppier.

"Donnie" you whisper once he drops his head, tilting yours with a nudge of his forehead before his lips are on your neck, your shoulder, your chest. Wherever he can find the sweetness of your skin, he presses a kiss. He wonders, as you moan his name, if this is what it was like to be intoxicated.

He felt like he was floating, yet somehow ground to the earth herself. Donnie is lost in the sensation of your touch, your scent, your taste. It's like nothing he's ever experienced before, and he never wants it to end. His hands roam over your body, caressing every curve and dip, memorizing the feel of you against him.

Every little noise you let out, every whimper, every moan gets ingrained into his brain, into his very soul. It fuels him, makes him want to explore more of your body. Finally he pulls away, searching for your eyes.

You look an absolute mess underneath him and he can't help the cocky smirk that breaks across his face.

You're flushed, your hair is all over the place, the sleeves of your shirt are falling off of your shoulders. Your chest is rising, your breath white clouds in the chilling air.

He's never seen such a beautiful sight before.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice deeper, filled with a need to taste you again.

You give a slow nod, your hands sliding down his arms.

"Do you want to keep going?"

Another nod, your fingers finding the curve of his waist before sliding up his plastron and hooking themselves around the strap of his bag. "Lets go inside," you whisper, pulling him closer. "It's warmer."

He lets you pull him close, lets your lips find his again.

It's a slightly tart, mouthwatering scent, your arousal. So strong that every inhale makes it harder to think, his brain shutting down. It's almost like there's a primal part of his brain that's decided to take charge. Suddenly he's a lot more sure with his hands, with his mouth. Something deep in his belly tightening, a need building within him to possess you, to make you his.

When you pull back, when your hands fall away from him, there's a guttural grown that escapes him, his body missing your touch.

It's rather alarming, the sudden possessiveness running through his veins. It has him swallowing, blinking past the lust, his mind racing.

You're shivering as you climb through the window and wait for him, wrapping your arms around yourself. He takes a second too long, standing there, struggling with his body and you cock your head to the side.

"We...don't have to do this, Donatello." you say softly. "It's cold out, at least come in before you freeze to death."

He thinks about telling you how his body, with the mutagen gene, has better resistance to the cold, but figures that right now is probably the right time for a lesson. So he nods, snapping out of whatever hold he was in and climbs through your window, careful not to accidentally kick you.

Inside is a lot warmer, and with the sudden warmth; its like he can think clearly again. Even though the heat does nothing for the pulsating scent of your pheromones, as its still thick in the back of his system.

"I don't have much experience with this, if I'm being honest. I've only ever slept with one guy and that was years ago. Plus, I'm sure it'll be different with you since you're a-"

"Turtle? Yeah. I wouldn't blame you if you have reservations about it," Donatello finishes for you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I understand that I'm not exactly...normal."

You shake your head, stepping closer to him. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with you, Donatello. I'm just unsure of how this would work. Wouldn't it be different than regular sex?"

Donatello nods thoughtfully, considering your question. "Physically, yes, it would be different. But that doesn't mean it can't be just as enjoyable or intimate. It would be more about finding what works for us and communicating openly and honestly about our needs and boundaries."

He takes a step closer to you, his gaze intense as he continues, "And emotionally...I think it could be just as fulfilling. I care about you, and I want to make sure that we're both comfortable and happy with whatever we do."

"Have you done this before?"

He snorts, emboldened enough by the conversation to wrap his hands around your waist and pull you to him. "Do you really have to ask that?" he lets his fingers slip under your shirt, stroking the soft skin there and inhaling deeply. "I mean, take a look at me. I'm not exactly conventional."

You smile up at him, your hands finding their way to his plastron. "I don't care about convention. I care about you, Donatello."

He chuckles softly, leaning down to nuzzle his snout against your neck. "And here I thought you just wanted to sleep with me because of my devastatingly handsome looks."

You playfully push him away, rolling your eyes. "Please, don't let your ego get any bigger."

Donatello grins, his eyes sparkling with amusement behind his glasses. "Too late, I'm afraid. You've already admitted to wanting to sleep with me. My ego has been boosted to astronomical levels."

You laugh, swatting at his arm. "You're insufferable sometimes, you know that?"

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmurs, "And yet, you still want me."

You shiver, your body breaking out in goosebumps as he kisses the spot below your ear. "You know, I think I've changed my mind."

"Have you? Then how come I can still smell your arousal?" he teases, his fingers trailing up your spine.

You whimper, arching your back. "You're lying."

He nips at your skin, shaking his head.

"Nope, I'm not. Your body is giving you away, sweetheart." Donatello trails his lips down your neck, savoring the way your breathing quickens. "And honestly, I find it incredibly flattering that I have this effect on you."

You let out a low moan as he nips at your collarbone, your hands gripping onto his plastron for support. "Is this really possible? Me and you?"

Donatello pulls back, gazing into your eyes. "Anything is possible if we both want it enough. And I want you, more than anything."

"More than anything?" you repeat.

"More than anything." he reassures, leaning in to kiss you once again.

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