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oleander-nin · 1 year

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Yan!Rottmnt find you sleeping in their bed

A/N, not important: Told you I'd get out more this week. I figured out a system to (hopefully)stop me from burning out as quick. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

Tw: watching you sleep, implied kidnapping, yandere themes, Raph overthinking and slight babying, unconsentual touching(nonsexual)

Words: 961

Summary: The Yan!ROTTMNT turtles find you sleeping in their bed, and they didn't even have to bribe you for once.

-Ollie

Mikey:

He’s surprised at first.

You’ve been fighting him on this for so long, despite him trying to reason with you. You hadn’t even touched his bed of your own volition so far.

And yet here you were, curled up in between pillows and blankets and the small rabbit stuffie Mikey had given you when he first met you.

He doesn’t touch you at first, opting to silently watch from a distance.

Has the biggest grin on his face as he coos at your sleeping figure, admiring you.

In his mind, this was a step forward to you accepting him, to you loving him.

Depending on the time of day and what Mikey was doing/how important it is, he’ll either get in bed with you and cuddle you while trying not to wake you, or he’ll sit on his desk and watch you as he draws.

Mikey hushes anyone who walks by, making sure his loud brothers don’t disturb you.

Until he wants your attention.

Then you’re getting dragged out of bed, an excited Mikey holding you in his arms.

You can always sleep later, after all, you obviously don’t care about sleeping in his bed anymore.

Don’t fight it, he knows you better than you know yourself.

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Donnie:

Knew about it as soon as you fell asleep.

Is a bit miffed, especially if you didn’t wash before getting into his bed. He’s big on cleanliness, and will not stand for you making his bed all gross. He has to sleep there too, you know.

If you didn’t wash up first, he wakes you up and makes you go take a shower/bath first, taking the sheets to be cleaned and replacing them with spares as you do so. Drags you back to bed once you’re done, you don’t get a choice now. Plus, if you're so eager to sleep in his bed dirty, you’d enjoy it even better now that you’re clean.

If you were already clean, he leaves you be for now, having SHELLDON keep an eye on you to make sure nothing goes wrong while you sleep if he’s too busy to do it himself.

If he can spare the time however, he goes into his room and sits at his desk, being able to work while still being near you.

If he’s done with his work and is feeling up to it, he’s crawling in with you, collapsing on top of you and using you as his pillow. You’re soft and warm, you should’ve expected this to happen.

Gets pissy if you fight back, considering you most likely awoke when he flopped on top of you.

You should be grateful he’s showing you such kindness, he can always make you sleep on the floor.

Overall, he is quite indifferent about it. He doesn’t need you to sleep in his bed by your own volition, he can always just make you. Thinks nothing of it as you should be doing so anyway.

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Raph:

Very pleased with you.

Seeing you sleeping under the covers of his bed of your own volition, just as he wanted you too was so comforting to him. He almost melted at the sight of you surrounded by his various plushies, one of the bears being held in your arms.

The problem lies with his anxiety, however.

You are currently in his bed, alone. If he leaves, you could get hurt. What if a plush falls on your face and suffocates you in your sleep? What if he leaves and you roll off the bed, breaking your neck? What if you have a nightmare, and he’s not here to comfort you?

Despite what he was doing prior, he drops it to watch over you, not trusting you to be safe on your own as you sleep. There were too many things that could go wrong, too many variables that could lead to your suffering.

No, he had to stay with you, to protect you.

It’s what he’s here for after all.

He tries to stay away for as long as he can hold out, watching you from the opposite end of his room as he sits on the floor, just silently staring.

If it gets too much for him, seeing you there all cozy paired with the worry he has for you, he’d crawl into bed with you. He tries his best to not wake you up, simply depositing your body on his plastron as his arms wrap around you.

Freaks out if he wakes you up by accident, shushing you and trying to coax you back to sleep. You need your sleep after all.

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Leo:

This man’s ego raises so high, you have no idea. Is incredibly smug for the rest of the day(unless you do something wrong after you wake up).

See’s this as a win, thinks you’re finally giving in to him. Takes a photo to commemorate the memory before walking over to you.

Depending on his mood, he’ll either slip into bed with you, or sit on the bed next to you and just watch you while you sleep, enjoying this small step towards your reciprocating love.

No matter what, he drops whatever he’s doing to stay near you, not caring how much his brothers fuss at him.

If he slips into bed with you, he’s full on wrapping his arms around you and clinging to you like he’s never felt the touch of a lover before. Absolutely milks it.

If you wake up from his movements, he just shushes your complaints, refusing to let you go now that he’s with you.

You’re the one who was here first, why do you want to leave now?

Is very proud he’s finally making some progress, he knew you’d come around.

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f1oricide · 7 months

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Hi would it be alright to request yandere Donnie singing stalkers tango by autoheart while forcing reader to dance with him please

since we all know he’s a theatre kid who likes to dance XD

Love to see what you come up with ^^ also I love your art it looks amazing!

“You’ll never meet another me~”

I HAD SO MUCH FUN DRAWING THIS😳💜

All while I was listening to the song too, hope y’all like it :>

#fanart #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #donnie fanart #donnie x y/n #donnie hamato #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rottmnt #yandere #yandere donnie #yandere donatello

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strawb3rrystar · 3 months

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Until you're purple.

Pairing(s): Yandere! Rise! Donnie x GN! Reader

Warnings: Abuse, Reader tries to escape but is caught, Forced isolation, Self-harm, Reader going through mental deterioration, Blood, Toxic relationship/dynamic, alluding to sexual things

Word count: 1,400

✰Masterlist

"Donnie-" you start, wincing as he tightens his grip on your wrist.

"How dare you..." He pulls you forward harshly, making you stumble. "Try to escape..."

He drags you into his lab, shutting and locking the door behind you. "Am I not doing enough?" He asks, letting go of your wrist.

"I thought after the last five times you'd learn, but clearly you haven't." He walks over to his desk, looking over his blueprints. There was a long silence before he spoke again.

"You wouldn't mind being a test subject for me, correct?" Donnie asks, glancing at you. He walks over to the locked door that he forbids you from going in.

"I hoped I wouldn't have to put you in here, but clearly I have to take more drastic measures." He holds his hand out for you to take. He was your boyfriend after all, why wouldn't you trust him? You take his hand, letting him pull you forward.

"You know I love you, right?" You nod your head in agreement, as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Good, good."

He opens the door, pulling you inside. You look around the room when he flicks the light on. A small round rug, a small round mirror on the wall, a cot tucked in the corner, a small bookcase with a handful of books for entertainment, and a door that you could only guess led to a bathroom.

"What is this...?" You ask, Donnie gripping your shoulders, almost uncomfortably.

"Solitary confinement," He replies "I want to test what will happen if I leave you in here for a day. Alright, baby?" He rubs your shoulders soothingly. You were never one to disagree with Donnie, so you nod your head, your throat feeling suddenly dry. You didn't even notice when Donnie's touch left your skin, the sound of a door shutting and locking behind you.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

It had been a day, right? You had only been in here for a day, right? That's what Donnie said, what he promised to you.

You run your fingers through the fluff of the rug for the hundredth time. If you rub your skin against it hard and fast enough, you could give yourself a rug burn. That thought crossed your mind multiple times. The sound of the door unlocking pulled you out of your trance.

The sight of Donnie made your eyes light up. You immediately get up and rush towards him, tears welding in your eyes as you feel his cool skin on yours.

"Awww. Did you learn your lesson, baby?" He coos, wiping your tears away.

"Y-yes..." You reply, your voice hoarse from not having a drop of water in almost twenty-four hours.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

You run your fingers over your smooth leg. The patch of skin your fingers touched had turned a purplish blue. The slight pressure of your fingers causes you to wince in pain. You were honestly just glad it wasn't your ankles.

Since your last escape attempt, Donnie's rules have gotten much stricter. Something that you saw coming. But you didn't expect him to be so aggressive. All you were doing was having a short conversation with Mikey and the next thing you remember was Donnie dragging you into his lab.

He really didn't mean to throw you to the ground that hard, or kick your leg till your blood pooled on the floor. He wouldn't stop apologizing while he bandaged your leg. Getting down on the ground and begging for your forgiveness. And you gave it to him, his sweet, naive darling who would do anything for him.

Donnie saved you after all. Saved you from the cruel outside that crawled with Yokai and The Foot. He was your hero, your idol, your savior.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

You cried, sobbed, curling your knees to your chest. You had messed up and you were back in solitary confinement again. It has been three days since you last felt the touch of your boyfriend. He slips your meals through a slot in the metal door without a word. All this because you refused to wear a collar.

Your eyes moved around the room, landing on the bookcase. You get up from the cot, picking up a decently sized book, with a bright blue cover.

Your screams of pain echoed through the lab, jerking Donnie out of his work. He rushes into the room, finding you on the ground, blood pouring out of your head. Blue cover splattered with crimson red.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

"My sweet darling." Donnie kisses your neck, his grip firm on the chain attached to the bright purple collar. "You'll never leave me, right?" He presses on one of your fresh bruises, making you yelp in pain.

"Y-yes... Donnie..." You sniffle, and a sympathetic look crosses his face. "Shhh, baby" He holds you close "Don't cry."

Once he calms you down he goes back to kissing your neck, hands rubbing your sides. Donnie's fingers gently lift up your shirt, revealing a slight bit of your lower abdomen. You immediately grab his wrist, stopping him. Your eyes shut as you shake your head.

"Excuse me?" His browbones press together giving you a questioning but pissed-off look. You shake your head again.

Donnie grabs your wrist and pulls up from his bed, dragging you towards the door. That dreaded door. You plead, beg him not to put you in there. But he shoves you in anyway, you land on the ground from the force of the push.

"Too fucking late."

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

Donnie didn't even flinch when he heard glass shattering. He assumed you were still mad at him, as you had been banging on the mental door for a few hours now. But when he heard your scream, one louder than when you smashed your head against the book, his body tensed.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

Donnie slowly opened the metal door, finding you in a pool of your own blood. Mirror shattered on the ground, your fist bloody from punching it. The chunk of glass was stabbed into your arm. Large gash running from your wrist to your bicep.

"Why...? Why did you do this, sweetie?" He asks, kneeling beside you, getting a good look at your dazed expression. "You..." He hears you mumble "I need you, Dee."

He blinks a few times, a confused expression on his face. "I don't ever want to be away from you." You say, tears running down your cheeks. He gently kisses your lips "It's okay, baby. I'm here now and I'll never leave."

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

Raph stares at the door to Donnie's lab, debating whether or not he should knock. Even if he did, Donnie refused to answer the door. He walked back out where his brothers were, worried out of his chasm. He watched Leo skateboard on the ramp for a few seconds before speaking up.

"Guys. I'm worried about Donnie. He hasn't come out of his lab in a few days."

"Relax, Raph." Leo was the first to chime in, bringing his skating to a halt. "Yeah, I'm sure he's fine," Mikey says, giving Raph a reassuring smile. "Donnie's probably working on a new invention or something. You know how he is."

Raph takes a deep breath, his mind circling with all the questions he would ask his younger brother if he were here right now.

What have you been doing? Why won't you let us in your lab? Are you hiding something from us? Where's (Name)?

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

You press your fingers into the bruise on your ankle, the jolt of pain making your heart beat faster. You look up at Donnie while he works, sitting quietly like he asked.

"Darling, would you like to sit on my lap?" He asks, looking down at you. You nod your head, climbing into his lap. Donnie hugs your waist, pressing sweet kisses to your neck.

You had gotten your way. The metal door was sealed, never to be opened again. You and Donnie spend every day together, whether you're sitting beside him while he works or cuddling. You're always together.

Donnie goes on missions with his brothers and April. While you sit in his lab and wait for him to come back. It had been two years since you started dating Donnie. One year since he kidnapped you started living with him. Six months since your last escape attempt. And three months since you last spoke with his brothers.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

You looked at yourself in the mirror, purple collar sitting upon your neck. Hickeys and bruises littered your skin. Everything is how it should be.

Everything is perfect.

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helpfandom · 4 months

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nervously taps you on the shoulder

Hi, soooo uhhh if you're comfortable with topics like these, could you write the yandere ROTTMNT boys with a reader who has PTSD-?? (If you do groups/team-ups, then I'd like this to be one) Platonic or romantic, whatever you want :D

Flinches at the sound of a door opening in a room they're in and at yelling or loud noises, tears up when they're yelled at, gets nervous when someone looks angry or upset, and is terrified of pain. Very affectionate, but doesn't cross any lines, kind, soft, sensitive and compassionate. Projecting? Who, me? ..Yes, actually-

I read the rules and I didn't see anything about stuff like this, so I'm guessing it's alright with you? If it's not, I am terribly sorry, and you can ignore this ask! If it's not against your rules, and you want to write it, take your time! (*´▽`*)

I love you for reading the rules! Thank you for being nice, and as I asked the other anon, would you like an anon name?

@yanderefangirl

They all interact with you differently, but a few things will be the same, so it starts with the same activities they do, and then delves into the characters.

Similarities: They all recognize that this is what you have, and would never make you feel bad about it, but Donnie is the one who realizes first, seeing as he placed a tracker to track your mood and heartbeat, noticing how you flinch at little sounds, and the like. They all wish to find out who caused this to you, and why this happened to their little sibling, however their way of removing that being from your life is quite differing.

Raph: Raph is more babying than his typical Yandere counterpart, and often finds himself speaking softer and more vulnerable around you, trying to show you that it's okay to be vulnerable, and to tell your brothers friends what happened.

Leo: Leo is a lot more comforting, and a lot less cocky than he would be around a typical darling. He creates a tiny little space for them in his room, and lowers his voice rather than his typical scream/yell voice, for he doesn't want to upset you.

Mikey: Mikey is a lot more willing to cross edges or lines he wouldn't find himself crossing with a typical darling. He finds himself a lot more angry and more clingy, wanting to assure you that the person is gone now and to trust your brothers.

Donnie: Donnie is one of the most normal [aka the most like his typical yandere counterpart] and is more technologically giving, putting microphones on things you own to find out why, and finding out triggers [something that Raph and Leo forgot to do] to eliminate them from your life, and to make their home a safer space for you.

No matter what, you just need to trust your brothers!

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bitin-and-barkin · 5 months

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Yandere Donnie: Mushy Medical Malpractice

^ | | That's Donnie when he sees u lmao (Leo's upset because Donnie's gonna rant about how amazing u are to him for the next 4 hours) After writing that last yandere thingie, I got wonderin: How did cuddling you start as a stim for Donnie? (Go read the first one hint hint) So using prompt 4 from animeyanderelove's list ( “Gosh, you smell so good when we cuddle like this!”) I made this! Heavy Jason Dean vibes, he needs u way too much. I do not condone any of this irl ya freaks. Tw: Nonconsensual Touching, Yandere Behavior, Generally stalkerish vibes

God damn it.

"Come on, breathe."

Slow, deep breaths. Over and over again.

But how could you breathe when you felt like all your oxygen was being burned away by the flames in your skin?

How could you breathe when you were in agony like this?

How did you even get here?

It started when you woke up in the middle of the night, and once again, your entire body ached like never before.

Yesterday Donnie finally let you out of the sewers after you got better. You GOT better. You were supposed to be getting better. So why did it keep coming back!? Why did it only get worse whenever you left?

God really hated you, huh? You could only find peace when at Donnie's care. You couldn't thank him enough for everything he had done for you.

Either way, when you awoke your body was engulfed in what you thought to be hives. You were so itchy and hot, and it felt like a million needles were pricking your skin. Even your clothes felt hot to the touch, burning you like fire.

You tried to take a shower to calm it down, hoping you could stick it out until the morning, really not wanting to bother him in the middle of the night with this. He had done so much for you, it felt selfish to ask him for more. (Little did you know he was awake. haunted by your absence, and waiting for you)

But it only got worse. As you showered, you scratched mercilessly at your skin, scratching it raw until you bled. But you couldn't stop. It hurt so badly- Your chest, your thighs, your neck. It all burned.

By now, strands of your hair was breaking off, and if you were in there any longer you were worried clumps of your hair would begin falling out. You could barely even see by now, the blindness from your disease kicking in. You stepped out of the shower, and the light bombarded you. It felt like the sun, flashing colors vibrantly, burning your eyes, wrecking your retinas, even though you knew it was just the usual yellowish white color your lights usually were.

And the noise! The noise was unbearable. The ache in your body was nothing compared to the sound around you. The sound of the running water, the buzzing lights, it engulfed you. It drove you mad.

You were so paranoid too. Afraid for no reason. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching you struggle and shower and scream and sob.

By now you were falling to the ground, your throat closing up and your legs no longer able to support your weight. You knew you only had one choice, but you weren't even sure if you could do it before you began seizing. (another symptom of this "new disease" that plagued you, diagnosed courtesy of Donnie)

You reached for your phone, calling your best friend. You couldn't afford the medical bills, and Donnie had insisted that he was the only one who could provide you adequate care for this illness. After that point, everything was a blur. You weren't even sure if you were able to get any words out to him. But either way, he appeared to help you.

You couldn't remember any of it, him helping you dress yourself, sneaking you through the streets, taking you to the lab. You only came back to consciousness in Donnie's room, which is where you were now.

Deep, deep breaths.

"Come on, you can do this."

In and out.

You looked over to Donnie, teary eyed.

He was holding a needle, likely to inject you with something that would stop this torture.

You weren't afraid of needles. Not anymore. You couldn't be after you have had to be stabbed by them so many times to save your life.

Your eyes began watering again, and you covered you face with one of his pillows.

Why was this happening to you?

Donnie walked up to you, and sat down on the bed next to you, taking your arm and injecting it in.

God that felt good. You weren't sure if you were getting addicted to this stuff somehow. Is that even possible if you NEED to take the meds?

The itchiness and lightheadedness quickly evaporated from your skin. Well, most of it anyways. It was bearable now.

Your eyelids felt so heavy, and you were so, so tired.

"Just breathe."

"Everything will be okay."

You looked over to Donnie, wanting to thank him, but you could see how panicked he was. He was afraid, really, really afraid.

You grabbed his hand, rubbing his palm.

"Hey. I'm okay, Don-Don." You gently said. Your voice still hurt and felt scratchy, but you didn't know what else to say. You knew you needed to say something though.

He turned over to you could hear his breath hitching and him hyperventilating. His voice was strained and cracked.

"Why didn't you say anything earlier? Why'd you wait so long to call me?"

What were you supposed to say to that?

"Don-Don.. I-. I didn't want to burden yo-"

"You're never a burden to me."

You looked up to him. You had a splitting headache still, and you were so tired, but you still couldn't sleep. You could barely even move your legs. And you had been like this for so long. You had done nothing for him. How could you not be a burden?

You wanted to cry, how could he not hate you.

"Thanks Don-Don..."

Your voice was cracked and strained. He grabbed your hand, rubbing its palm softly with his left and wiping away his tears with his right.

"Never mind that, you need to get some rest."

You groaned.

"Don-Don, I can't just fall asleep like that, not matter how tired I am."

"I know, I know, I can't either! But you can usually get me to sleep easily, and I have trouble sleeping."

So how does he make you fall asleep?

What do you usually do for him?

Those always worked.

Lavender Incense, sleep meds, a million things came to mind.

Shell rubs.

That could work.

You don't have a shell, but a back rub might work just as well.

Silently, he moved over to you and began rubbing your back.

You giggled at first, it's amazing how you managed it despite the pain you were in.

"What are you doing-?"

"Giving you a shell rub."

"I don't have a shell?"

"I know- but I might as well try."

He continued rubbing your back, the pressure soothing the pain.

"... Is it working?"

You shoved your teary face into the mattress, mumbling a bunch of incoherent words, before finally settling at

"It works so well."

"Please don't stop."

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Donnie looked down at you, watching as you struggled to stay asleep. The sleep meds he had put in that injection wasn't working as well as he'd hoped.

He looked up at your monitors. You were just asleep right? You weren't seizing? Why were you moving so much? Were you having nightmares?

Everything looked normal.

No lasting damage from the "incident."

But the guilt still consumed him.

It had been a couple of hours since he first got the call. About 2 since you got here and fell asleep, and he hadn't dared to stop rubbing your back.

1 hour, 37 minutes, and 52 second since you fell asleep. He'd been counting.

If you were having a nightmare, it'd be best to wake you.

He didn't mean to.

He'd had them before, and he knew they were horrible.

And he almost lived one today.

He gently tried to shake you awake.

It was just a one time screw up.

But to no avail.

He'd flown too close to the sun.

You were okay, right? He looked up to the monitors once again.

And now his wax wings were melting.

Everything was normal.

A one time screw up?

Heart rate was steady.

What was he thinking?

Blood pressure was average.

This was you he was talking about.

Blood sugar was perfectly fine.

Sweet, wonderous you.

He put his head to your chest, just to make sure you were breathing fine.

And you almost died today because he tried to keep you too close.

And he heard you breathing.

Your heartbeat.

And it made his heart throb.

He kept up the pressure on your back, soothing you in any way possible.

The sensory from it was nice, kneading your skin like that.

It was warm, soft, alive, mixed with the comforting texture of your hoodie.

His mind began to wander.

He didn't mean to do it.

Or at least for it to turn out that badly.

When you left, he couldn't stand the empty feeling that he got. Alone like that.

He just couldn't deal with it anymore. You NEEDED to stay. He needed you to stay.

But what could he do?

Restrain you? Threaten you? He could never do that to his best friend. You were a person after all.

But you were a person like him. You understood him in a way nobody else did.

Mikey, Raph, Leo, Splinter, April.

Nobody else could understand him, feel him as you did.

You were so similar, so close, that you and him started to feel like one.

One being, one person. So there was unending ache in his heart when you decided to leave.

But it wasn't your fault! You were perfect, you were a part of each other, you would never purposely hurt your other half!

You weren't trying to hurt him by leaving. You just didn't understand how much you needed each other.

But he still couldn't have you leave. It would rip him into parts.

You leaving him would be like ripping him in half. His other half can't just leave him like that!

And so he got an idea.

It started off innocent at first. Simple.

You were gonna go home, but he needed you. You couldn't leave. You guys were having so much fun!

Tippy-tappying your fingers on controllers, watching dumb-dumb horror movies and making fun of the dumb-dumb protagonists, or eating pizza and just chatting about everything and nothing.

So, why would you leave him? (he still couldn't understand why would would want to leave, even now.) He couldn't let that just- HAPPEN.

So he did something... questionable.

Mikey baked you something as a go-home gift, just some food.

He saw you were already snacking on it and while you weren't looking he MAY or may not have put something in it.

It was only supposed to make you feel really tired, and it only did that.

And so you decided to call it a night and just sleepover in the sewers.

His plan worked. He had a new tool at his disposal, one to make life a little more bearable, one that allowed him to stay by your side.

And he was going to abuse the hell out of it.

It only got worse and worse, with exhaustion meds turning into headaches into rashes into unimaginable pain.

He wasn't doing it to hurt you! In fact, he tried to stray away from the more gruesome symptoms. He always made sure you had a adequate quality of life. and he tried to only sicken you to the bare minimum that made you stay with him.

He did not like doing this to you, in fact he hated it. He hated seeing you so weak and miserable, and he hated the pain that consumed him as he watched you weep over it.

But he could also not stand how his heart ached from your absence, and he couldn't help but miss the way his heart sang whenever you were near!

He had to make a choice, and he made the one that was better for both of you in the long term.

He knew how much you loved being by his side too, and he knew you felt the same way. You were just in denial, unable to truly understand how much you needed each other. He wouldn't be surprised if these beliefs were linked to pressure from those wretched friends and family of yours. They always tried to pull you away from him, and pull him away from you.

But that's besides the point. By then, it was common for you to stay in the sewers for months on end just to let Donnie manage your worsening health.

And now, it was another one of those times.

2 weeks ago, you had been bedbound at Donnie's for about a month, unable to leave. And he had decided to have mercy on you, as he felt so cruel for this when you raved about your misery from this horrible illness that plagued you!

So, he lightened up on the meds that he was giving you. Just so you could get a little bit better, and just so his best friend would be even just a little bit happier.

Just so you two could talk easier, as your jaw ached whenever it moved. Just so you could game together easier, as you began losing feeling in your fingers. It was just to make his other half happier.

But you, you took that as healing! You jumped at the slightest opportunity of independence, unable to realize how much you needed each other!

He couldn't believe it.

You wanted to leave, only a month after you began staying living in the sewers!

Only a month!

He couldn't have that. There was no way you could LEAVE HIM!?

You ripped open his heart!

You can't just leave him to bleed!?

You were meant to be his!

He was meant to be yours!

You can't just split them apart!

No, no, no-

This wasn't the doing of you, was it?

It's those SHITTY uptoppers-

(You might aswell be turning him into draxum because he's REALLY starting to hate humans, aka "uptoppers". Get it- Cause they're on the surface? Above the sewers? "Up Top?")

They're dragging him away from you.

He's heard them say it, question your relationship-

"Oh y/n, why are you always WITH HIM!?"

"Oh Donnie-, it's strange how you're always together!"

But those INSOLENT fools- April, your friends, his family and yours-

They would never understand!

They could never understand what you two have!

Sure, he has some faults on his end, as his family has been playing a part in this- But he can convince them, he knows he can!

But yours? No, that's different.

They would never accept it.

And so, he had to take some.. drastic measures.

A couple of well placed sprinkles of some suspicious meds on your snacks-

And after that, you could go home all fine and dandy, only for when the morning comes- BOOM

Pain. You come running back to Donnie, and then you get your cure and he skillfully convinces you to stay longer with a report of you having "A permanent, debilitating illness that needs constant care and supervision by a high tech mutant expert who can administer you care any time it's requested."

Also, any germs carried by regular old humans could make the illness SO much worse, so you can't go up top to tell your family. He could do it for you. any germs carried by mutants, and possibly April, are a-okay though.

(He may have been overexaggerating a LOT, he would never hurt you that badly after all! It's actually just gonna be a bit of chronic fatigue and bouts of paralysis and blindness, maybe make you an ambulatory wheel chair user or make you lose a leg or arm. But that's not that bad when you have Donnie to provide you with the most high tech prosthetics and wheelchairs out there! Maybe some body braces and high tech glasses to help you with that blindness and paralysis-)

That way, you'll stay together.

That way, you'll never be split up.

But this? This was SO much worse than he planned.

What was he going to do? There may be no CURRENT after affects but what might happen in the future-

Then something happens, a movement, your body shifitng.

It brings him back to reality. It grounds him.

And he knows he has no reason to worry.

All of them wash away like how waves wash the ocean shore.

As long as you're together, you'll be okay.

He'll be okay.

Everything will be okay.

Donnie realizes that while he was having a mental breakdown, he stopped rubbing you.

Yet you are still sleeping soundly.

How? You were struggling to sleep just moments before? Is it the silence? Is it him?

Then he realizes. It's his body heat, isn't it?

You've always loved heated blankets.

So maybe this is just what you need.

He pulls up closer against you, his plastron to your back.

He puts his head in the crook of your neck.

God you're so warm-

And soft.

He could fall asleep right now, he would if he didn't have to monitor your health.

Then he sees it. You're laying on your arm.

That's not good, is it?

Doing that could cut off your bloods circulation to that arm, which could cause a whole BUNCH of problems.

He can't have that, could he?

But he also can't wake you up, you need to sleep.

He's gotta do this gently.

Slowly, Slowly he grabbed your arm-

God you were still so warm.

Warmer now. Softer. He didn't think that was even possible.

And you smelled so good while cuddling with him like this.

He pulled it out from under you, but he didn't take his hands off.

Slowly he ran his hand up and down your arm.

Pliant.

Flexible.

Textured.

There was so many words he could use to describe it.

Safe.

He felt safe. Safe in your touch.

He practically melted onto you as he ran his hands up and down your arm, eventually taking grasp of your other one.

Pulling up your sleeves, just to feel your skin.

He hated being touched, but this? This was different.

He hadn't realized how stressed he had been.

He hadn't realized how much he wanted, needed this.

He got lost in holding you, lost in your touch.

Moving farther down until he hit your thighs, his hands rubbing up and down on them.

Feeling the cloth of your pants, warmed by your skin.

Then your stomach and chest.

Feeling your stomach rolls and hip dips, your curves, and the fabric of your hoodie.

The fat on your chest and stomach.

If he was sane- If he was okay right now he would question all of this.

Why was he doing this?

Was this creepy?

Was he insane?

But right now?

He couldn't.

Fat, wet, tears welled up in his eyes and made it's way down his face, as he shoved his head even deeper into the crook of your neck.

He couldn't stop himself.

Stop himself from doing any of this. Stop himself from clinging onto you like you would disappear if he let go. Stop himself from melting like chocolate into your touch. Stop himself from wanting you, from missing you.

He almost lost you today.

Now?

He was never letting you go again.

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This took me way too long to write, and this post is way too long too. When I was going to write this I imagined it a lot shorter. The touching/cuddling part was supposed to sound a lot more nonsexual and platonic then it came out as but now? Interpret it as platonic, romantics, however you'd like. Although I will say, non of the touches here were SA or anything. He was simply touching you. I hate how sexual that sounds, but I have no clue how else to put it. Kinda ironic how I'm posting this on the lords day, as this is one of the most unholy things I've written in a while. Side note, REQUEST ME THINGS. I'm dumb and my brains running out of ideas. Also, this would've made more sense if your read my first yandere don post. I decided to make "Don-Don" a nickname the reader as for Donnie as it's one I came up for him lmao. The writing/text definintely soundned a bit insane and eccentric, but Donnie is too. Eh, what do I know? This could be way out of character for him, Idk.

I listened to "The Red Means I Love You" and "Meant to be Yours" while writing this just to get in the yandere vibes lmao. Anyways;

Yandere Donnie Supremacy <3

(Btw I will write yandere or regular stuff lik headcanons for other ROTTMNT characters if requested, SO GO ASK ME THINGS-)

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little-mouse-gardens · 5 months

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Yandere outlaw turtles and sheriff reader au

Another rottmnt au that popped up in my head (romantic)

Warning: Mentions of violence, blood, murder, weapons, alcohol unhealthy relationships, manipulation, kidnapping (do not condone this behavior in real life. this is only for entertainment purposes only)

I don’t normally do character x reader writing (mostly because I’m not great at it) I mostly do character x oc stuff.

Gonna say, thanks @lexiechr for inspiring some of my ideas!

So…I rewatched the movie rango….and I’ve been seeing the cowboy turtles au going around and rattlesnake jake, one of the Antagonists in rango, is feeding into my brainrot

Yan outlaw turtles with a newly appointed sheriff reader after they defeat some criminal and are made sheriff.

Basically reader lives out in the old west, on a nice ranch with their cattle surrounded by the wide open spaces alongside their trusted steed and two loyal canine companions.

After catching a well known criminal for the town, albeit by accident, they are appointed as the new Sheriff of the town.

Slowly, reader begins Learning the ropes along the way. From tracking crooks down to learning a variety of methods like archery and even some tricks with herbs to catch and bring back criminals.

As they continue their duties as protector of the town, they start to hear rumors about a band of out laws known as the hamato brothers. Turtle mutants that are deadly criminals with an extensive record of robberies, murders, arsons, tortures etc. you name it.

Reader, in over their head and with no other options, ends up being thrown into conflict when the turtles (separately) end up coming into town to cause chaos. Stealing, scaring and harassing everyone ect. And reader is doing their best to stop them.

When the person who raised reader gets hurt by one of the turtles, reader. Just goes quiet. No more mild panic, just silence.

Slowly turning their head to look directly at the turtles. Everything seems to fall silent as they slowly walk towards them. Boots jingling and pistol, containing the last bullet, clutched tightly in their hand.

Reader just Calmly walks up to them. All the while the turtles are mocking them, basically saying ‘you ain’t got the nerve to shoot’ and reader just stares them down keeps the gun pointed at them with their figure apply the tiniest amount of pressure as a silent warning and says ‘try me’ with zero hesitation.

In that moment, seeing the sheer bravery of this new sheriff, the turtles (separately) fell head over heels for reader. Reader forces these guys to get out of town and a celebration is held In readers honor.

However for weeks after, reader notices odd things. All of the sudden, other crooks they’re supposed to bring back to town comply instantly. no chasing, no gun fights, no cursing. Hell one of the guys even confessed to everything. When reader would press them as to why they were going so easy on them…they just say because there are some more powerful criminals out there who promised not to chop them up if they did.

Whenever reader does see the turtles. They never get the chance to fight, or at least can’t due to doing the right thing if no crimes are being committed. Reader is given dozens of gifts (most defiantly stolen off someone or a lot of people), flirted with and promised a life of love, luxury and adventure if they’ll ride off into the sunset with them. Gifts and letters left on the doorstep of her ranch and some of her ranch chores already miraculously done before they wake.

Reader notices a lot of the people who would talk with them, or are close to her suddenly go missing or come up dead. All with the same calling card, a note written in blood stating ‘for those who try and take whats mine’

To say the least, reader is terrified, but determined as hell to protect their town.

So, reader makes sure to get as much information as possible. Especially after they nearly get kidnapped by the turtles (once again, separately) one evening after patrolling the outskirts of town.

They question everyone they can, from the mayor to the arsonist awaiting trial. And they accumulate a good catalogue of knowledge on the turtles.

They live out near the forested mountain area where the plains fade into pine forests and rocky cliffs inside of an old ranch that they conned a wealthy rancher into giving them. Acres for them to hide stolen goods, cattle and hell even bodies they don’t want found.

Raphael - most notorious from town to town. Victims of his crime sprees are always found beaten to a pulp. Bones broken, face unrecognizable. Primary and expert cattle thief. Herds of cattle missing, wrestles bulls albeit tenderly with zero effort to get them to go where he wants them to. No criminal or person wants piss him off, out fear for their lives.

Leonardo - a true manipulator. A con artist with deadly accuracy. There is no situation he can’t weasel himself out in and out of. However if manipulating the smuggler or bank teller into giving him what he wants, he can always just portal them into a bears den or pit of rattlesnakes if they prefer not to cooperate? Or he’ll just have to start chopping off limbs if- oh? They want to talk now? Well that’s just peachy~

Donatello - a doctor with a level of knowledge and skill that no one wants to mess with. Torture and experimentation can and will be on his list of options when it comes to getting what he wants. An expert in trade and all things related to chemicals, machinery that can be sold and traded in. Plus he knows everything there is to know about banks and how they work, plus he will test if the moonshine they stole or were ‘generously granted’ is worth the price. If it isn’t well….run for the hills

Michelangelo - expert thief. No roads, bakery’s, art museums or galleries are safe from him. Most of his victims get strung up, left for buzzards to pick at with At with taunting messages. Bakeries and the craft store give him things for free, no charge in bundles or hell, even the all the stock if it means they get to go on another day unscathed. Another expert in manipulation, he’ll be sweet until he decides other methods will have to be used, he thinks often times poisoning food is a good method to get someone to do as he says.

Reader keeps this information in the back of their mind at all times. Making sure to exploit their weakness in an effort to make sure nothing happens to anyone in their town. Up until the point the turtles literally threaten to blow the town up into dust unless reader agrees to come live with them and agree to be their spouse in nine month time. Which leaves reader with only two options.

Take the risk. Call their bluff and tell them no or…agree and save the town from destruction and doom

Reader, after careful contemplation and realizing that The turtles aren’t really bluffing, decides to sacrifice themselves for the safety of the townsfolk.

Another thing reader notes is that, even if they manage to disarm the explosives, they are screwed anyways. The turtles know where they live, sleep, and who they care about the most.

Reader knows Kidnapping is not above the turtles and if reader rides out save their loved one, how will they know if it’s a trap and their loved one is dead?

The risk is just to great.

So, much to readers dismay, they are forced to go with them.

Dread in their eyes standing next to their trusty horse carrying their belongings. their two trusty canine companions at their side. Slowly showing the turtles their silver engraved gun and badge before dropping both to the ground as way of saying ‘fine. You win. But don’t you dare hurt these people’

When reader gets back to the turtles ranch, they just go off into the guest room to cry. But still, there’s still an ounce of determination in the sheriff. If they have to act like a doting partner who accepts the turtles for their diabolical crimes then so be it. But they won’t break readers spirit.

If that means letting raph cuddle them and sit with him while he tends to the dozens of cattle they have stolen from other farmers? then reader will sit there and bottle feed a lamb, calf or foal and let him gush over how cute they are.

If that means allowing leo to give them dresses and jewels while settled across his lap while he brags about the jeweler he killed and whispers sweet affectionate words to them? then reader will just settle there quietly. Occasionally complimenting his confidence and strength.

Sitting out back in the shed with donnie while he works on different types of poisons, gadgets and maps for the next wave of crimes that they could commit. Complimenting his genius and the gifts he makes for reader while he absentmindedly pressed kisses to their temple and bragged about his invention

Willing to Riding out with Mikey to let him paint reader and painting with him under the stars with a picnic of food if it means preventing him from running another wagon off the paths.

All the while reader just sit backs and plots. Plots and awaits the right opportunity, maybe a month or two before the wedding to escape.

With the outlaw au turtles, when reader tried to escape at first. It was in the middle of the night, takes their dogs and their horse and just rides off into the hills towards the nearest settlement through the woods. Sending the turtles (separately) into a panic when they realize their beloved fiancé is not in bed.

and Literally from night to the early hours of the morning is all chaos for everyone around until reader is eventually caught and brought back to them. Burning buildings, civilian casualties, ect.

And when reader is brought back, the turtles (separately) decide it bust to make the wedding date sooner rather than later. Keeping their beloved under watchful eyes so they can keep them safe and closebye. Making sure to do everything possible to coax reader to love them back and accept their new life.

#yandere rottmnt au #yandere rottmnt #yandere michelangelo #yandere donatello #yandere raphael #yandere leonardo #yandere tmnt x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt x reader #headcanon #tcest dni

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regretisstoredintheme · 1 year

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Could I have a yandere rise! turtles with a fem (or GN) s/o who sleeps a lot, like A LOT, but reader would wake up when what the yandere turtles wanted or something serious or etc. Wants some affection? granted. Listening donnie's blabbering about the invention he made? all ears. Movie marathon? lead the way sir. something like that, what would the yan! turtles react?

DO YOU REMEMBAH!! THE 21ST NIGHT OF S— HAAAHHHHHH??????

What’s this??

*snatches paper*

A Request??

“Anonymous asked: Could I have a yandere rise! turtles with a fem (or GN) s/o who sleeps a lot, like A LOT, but reader would wake up when what the yandere turtles wanted or something serious or etc. Wants some affection? granted. Listening donnie's blabbering about the invention he made? all ears. Movie marathon? lead the way sir. something like that, what would the yan! turtles react?”

A/N: Ooo… I like where your head’s at, it’ll be my first time writing the yan boyos, so this will be very interesting. Some of this is inspired by @pianocat939 ‘s adaptation, but lets be honnessttt when is it nottttt

—Yandere!Turtles x reader with hypersomnic tendencies —

Disclaimer: I’m not saying reader has it, just a few symptoms. I don’t condone anything these Yanderes do, this is pure fiction, and should stay that way.

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Raph

It worries him, a lot.

He had asked Donnie to do a full checkup the moment you slept over 11 hours in one setting.

Once he found out there was nothing necessarily wrong, he settles down a little, but he still gets nervous whenever you sleep too much.

He finds himself shaking you awake more often than not, making sure you still had a pulse. At this point, the only way you can get uninterrupted sleep is by quite literally snuggling him into compliance.

You wrap a lazy arm around his neck, and he all but short circuits, all his rebuttals melting away as he nuzzled into your grasp.

He appreciates that this means he can go on missions without worrying that you’re scared without him, cuz’ you’re dozing away in his room, keeping his stuffed animals company ♡

His trust isn’t broken too easily, he tends to make your excuses for you, however, if you’re consistently trying to escape, it’s trouble. After the third attempt, he’ll start locking the door when he leaves on patrol, unintentionally guilt tripping you everytime he has to leave. But you wouldn’t do that, so there’s no worry, just because you’re too sweet ☺️

Speaking of when he has to leave!! He’ll always notify you— you won’t just wake up cold and alone, he’ll gently shake you awake to let you know he’s heading out. Sure he wanted you to sleep through it so his poor little darling wasn’t terrified, but if he knows he’ll be a while, he wants you to know.

Sometimes he’ll just leave a note. but either way, if he leaves? you’ll know.

On occasion, he’ll knit while you cuddle up to him, it just helps melt all his anxieties away, and if he gives you a sweater then you’ll definitely wear it, right?

It’s possible he tries to get you moving on occasion, suggesting you train with him or even go on a walk with him (not outside, literally just around the lair.)

If he does watch movies with you, they’re high action so you both don’t fall asleep. He’s more focused on you, honestly, he wants to know so much about you it’s honestly a little unsettling. Because you’re asleep all the time, he feels like he hasn’t gotten to know you as much as he wants to— so he’s practically memorizing your personality. He’s stuck in the middle, like he knows so much about you and yet nothing at all.

Sicky-Sweet. whenever you start yawning or acting sleepy, he’ll start babying you— asking if you want him to rock you or if you want a snack. He coos over you nonstop, caressing your face with his hands and leaning in to place a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Regret!! Why is he so double sided? One moment he’s scared the next he’s sweet??” Exactly. Raph’s never been level headed. he tries to be!! Ohhh he tries to be. but you trip. him. up.

He has no idea how much of a loose canon he is, and it ends up hurting the people around him. He gets fidgety when someone so much as mentions how much you sleep, and he’s trying to suppress the sudden urge to punch their lights out as well as desperately explain why there was nothing wrong with you.

Leo

He doesn’t mind. Not one bit.

Out of everyone, he’s probably the one that likes watching you sleep the most other than Mikey. (Creepy ass hoes)

You will never wake up without him either right next to you- playing with your hair and holding you close in his arms, OR CROUCHING OVER YOU WITH THE CREEPIEST F-KING SMILE ON HIS FACE.

“Did you need something?” You ask groggily, eyes focusing in on him. “Nope.” He responds, not even bothering to shake his head. “So I can go back to sleep?” You raise a brow, “Yeah yeah! goaheadbemyguest. :)” he waves his hand to brush off the question, still grinning as his bloodshot eyes bore into you.

If he ever goes on missions while your asleep, he locks the door from the outside— Yknow, just in case you get any ideas ♡. That way, If you need anything, you can just text him!!

and he’ll come running~

“What’s that Raph?” He taunts his eldest brother, smirking as he opens a portal, “Sorry I can’t hear you~ (y/n) needs me!!”

“ Leo do NOT portal away— GHHAH.” If the red-clad turtle had hair, he’d be pulling it out. “we have a foot clan situation here!!”

Leo doesn’t care in the slightest. he never really did. He considers the missions a responsibility he can easily neglect in favor of you. He doesn’t even want to be on the missions, really. He wants to be with you. Your text telling him how horribly dehydrated you are, or starving, or sluggish.. it brings him pure glee. Please have a need he can cater to.

He adores it, your look of helplessness without him— he loves the feeling of making that all go away, and sure it hurts staying away from you for an entire day, but the sound of you calling him, asking him to come home is like wedding bells music to his ears.

Out of everyone, he’s the most likely to pull you out of bed. He adores your sleeping face, but how can he help you if you’re sleeping? So he shakes your shoulder, insisting you just had to see this new movie he picked out.

Hyperactive. He’s not always snuggling up to you, sometimes he’s bouncing off the walls, and the only thing that will calm him down is you. You’re his antidepressant, his stimulant, and his pain relief all in one. He leans forward in his chair when you speak, his eyes dilating in a lovesick manner at the sound of your voice. He’s pretty sure he’s addicted to you— he could listen to you talk all day.

If you sleepily fall over, he is definitely the type to make a “did you just fall for me?” joke. Both canon and Yandere. Don’t tell me I’m wrong.

He considers your sleepiness as a weight off his shoulder, providing for you was so much easier than he thought!! Almost— too easy..! Heheh…

Too easy…

Hey… you weren’t— avoiding him, were you? No.. you couldn’t be! Not after all he’s done for you, right?

Right?

Donnie

He acts like he doesn’t mind it

After all, from all the cameras he kept in your room, he knew of your tendencies even before you had picked up on them.

Cool Temper. To me, he seems like a very patient Yandere, after all— in his family, he always had to bargain for things that he wanted: uranium, attention, his father’s love— even since childhood! he’s used to it. Honestly, he seems like the type to kidnap you for your anniversary— leaving a love note on your bedside table, lined with a muted, absorbent toxin that would put you to sleep the moment you finished reading. He knew you were susceptible to it, his plan was foolproof, after all, you slept all the time.

In any case, he makes it his number one priority that you’re comfortable while sleeping.

He modified his desk and chair so you could sleep beside him, and snuggle if you so desire. Its become more of a lengthy couch than a chair, but— anything for you.

He treats you like a cat in only one retrospect: if you’re clinging to him- suddenly he can’t go on missions. “Sorry, brothers of mine, I can’t move, I got a ‘cat’ on my lap.”

He tries not to wake you, he feels absolute bliss when you snuggle up to him, addicted to the overwhelming sensation of your touch.

If he ever does feel the need to talk to you, he’s gently brushing his cool hand against your face, analyzing the way your eyes fluttered when you regained consciousness.

He smiles gently, “There’s something I would like to tell you.”

You sit up, leaning against his shoulder to gaze at his monitor.

He had altered it to use an old type of projection, GameCube-style. yknow, the ones that you had to hold up to a lamp because they hardly projected any light? Yeah.

He made it a little easier to view, of course, he still needs to use it, but he knows that looking at a bright screen when you’re tired is the worst. In fact, you actually indirectly improve his sight because of this.

If you start to doze off during his speeches, he feels a little offended, but then his delusional mad scientist brain reasons that it’s because his voice is so soothing.

He can’t help his slight hint of annoyance, though. He was really enjoying talking at to you!

If he really gets in his head, it’s possible he might start thinking you’re sleeping to avoid him. He would ask you about it, trying to seem nonchalant to mask his desperation.

You’re gonna have to reassure him, tell him what you love about him, and the like, because if you are avoiding him, you’re in for a world of hurt.

He’s not above making a ‘cure’ to your sleepiness, and he’s not above giving you his cure without your consent. If this is to spite him, he will take away your one refuge. He should be your safe space! Sure he kidnapped you, but you’re not still mad about that, right? It didn’t matter, because you’d be singing his tune once you lost three days of sleep, someone who sleeps all the time can only handle so much loss of energy.

Mikey

Delusional.

He reasons that the reason you’re so sleepy is because you’re tired from your trials in a mortal body!! His goddess is completely perfect, and there’s no way they could ever get sick!! and if they did, he would literally curse the gods until he were struck by lightning.

Makes you whatever meal you want in bed. His lovely darling shouldn’t have to exert themself!! Not when they’ve already done so much by simply breathing in his direction (not like they had a choice—)

If you’re a still sleeper, he draws you. Taking pictures simply isn’t his style, a mere camera lens could never capture your grace, nor how much adrenaline you gave him. Only his dedicated hand can capture every single detail in your relaxed form.

He’s the one who likes watching you sleep. When he’s not sketching your face, hands, pose, etc— he’s looming over you, unable to keep his hands to himself. How can he? When his goddess is right there and laying so perfectly. You’re practically begging to be in his arms!! and he is nothing but devoted to your happiness, right?

If you’re a restless sleeper, tossing and turning - he spends a lot of time in the kitchen, whipping up an incredible breakfast for when you inevitably complain about a nightmare you had. He’ll always be there for your nightmares ♡ what kind of devotee would he be otherwise?

Wakes you up with hymns he wrote himself, and he’s an excellent lyricist. His obsession shows no bounds, and he gives you a sweet kiss to your forehead as your eyes flutter open— letting him stare in those beautiful eyes.

Maladaptive. When he lays next to you, he feels like he’s in a coffin (in a good way?? Strangely??) it reminds him of the fact that death itself could not tear you two apart. Nothing could hold him back from his dear, and he would fight that so-called god bear handed if they dare lay a finger on his darling.

and how blissful you’ll both be, buried side by side beneath the grass and dirt, roses encompassing your tomb. How happy he’ll be settled into your side just like this, white and orange flowers laid amongst the beauty of him and his divine.

You were a work of art, your death would be just as beautiful as your life. He only wished to be by your side, six feet below the earth didn’t matter in the long run.

He would wake you only for necessities and movies. He loves laying by you, but it’s hard to know everything about his goddess when they were asleep all the time.

When you’re awake, he’s consistently peppering you with sweet praise, the words sticking to your ears like honey as he holds you close.

He laughs at every comment you make towards the film, smooshing his cheek to yours and adding on if he sees fit. He thinks everything you say is like music, the melody putting him at complete ease.

There was no way you weren’t a goddess.

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A/N: JESUS CHRIST WRITERS BLOCK HAS BEEN KICKING MY ASS— I’m so glad I finally got this finished 😭😭 I hope you enjoy!! I know it gets a little wonky near the ends, but I hope that’s okay. ♡

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#ROTTMNT x reader #tmnt x reader #Leo x reader #donnie x reader #Raph x reader #Mikey x reader #regrettable writing #yandere turtles #yandere leonardo #yandere donatello #yandere raphael #yandere mikey

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itsabouttimex2 · 6 days

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Hi can I get your thoughts on the rise turtles being affected by the primal moon moon au please 🙏 love to hear your thoughts will their act the same or would their personalities be way different 👀

would Raph be like his savage self

Would Donnie act more villainy

would Leo be gaslighting, girl bossing his darling

mikey is a interesting one especially since his has different personals (Dr delicate touch , dr feeling and dr rude ?)

or would he be the same but different in a way ? Would their all act the same but more eerie to them 👀👀👀 love to hear your thoughts ^^

Primal Moon Turtles

I thought for a while as to what instincts and behavior Raphael has to be amplified by be the Primal Moon, and I though- the big guy is pretty doting, isn’t he? He definitely adores all his siblings, trying his best to keep them all safe and healthy. He even has a baby voice he uses with them. (I love this guy so much.)

So, when viridescence plagues him and strips away all inhibitions, his nurturing traits are boosted by damn near triple. Raph goes from reasonably worried about his loved ones to being outright paranoid.

Forget “you can’t go on a mission alone”, he shifts to “Is that a knife, Y/N?! In your hand?! Put it down before you cut all your fingers off!” very quickly. (It was a butter knife.)

As an alligator snapping turtle, Raph also gains a serious fondness for soaking underwater and burying himself in mud, constantly submerging himself for longer and longer periods of time. Eventually, the family sends you out to coax him back onto land, offering cuts of meat and cuddles to get him to stop nearly drowning himself.

Sitting behind him as he eats, scrubbing newly grown algae off his shell with one of those bristle brushes as he squirms around happily.

Leonardo’s desire to establish himself as someone worthy of attention and admiration takes a notably nasty turn, leading him to grow outright aggressive. Often tries to pick fights, especially with people who interact with Y/N.

Instead of merely showing off, now he stalks through the corridors of the sewers picking fights with anything that passes by. (Boy is out here throwing hands with driftwood.)

It usually falls to Raph to drag the red-eared slider back home, resorting to physical restraints and taped on headphones with soothing music to try and keep him from lashing out violently.

And then he wakes up covered in bruises and cuts from his fights, praying that he didn’t try to attack his family this time, too.

Horrible situation, all around.

Out of every mutant and yōkai in ROTTMNT, Donatello is one who hates the Primal Moon the most. For him, every cycle heaps him with a massive dose of genuine insecurity and self-hatred, feeling pathetic and stupid.

His faculties sort of… regress? But his personality stays the same, bearing a genuine desire to make and create. Instead of machinery or tech, though… he’s sitting cross-legged on the ground, grinding rocks into spearheads and binding them to long sticks.

Softshell turtles are hunters, after all.

Donnie’s diet switches almost entirely to fish he’s personally caught, and he starts to bed on sand and sunbathe for warmth. Also, lots of swimming.

Y/N and Mikey are the only two people who can reliably get close to him during one of his ‘hunting moods’, anyone else receiving a sharp snap of his jaws.

Of course, being able to draw near that doesn’t that he’s going to let you pull away.

Poor boy gets emotional, and big time. Given that Ornate Box Turtles are pretty docile and placid, Michelangelo has the least trouble during the Primal Moon’s rising. It also means that he’s the most lucid, capable of remembering each and every moment of trouble and fighting, verbal or physical.

Mikey often bunks down with Y/N through the week, relying entirely on them for support and comfort. He can’t do much but shudder in their arms, pretending that he can’t hear his brothers fighting or hunting.

This boy needs you so damn bad that it hurts. He’ll cling tight, arms and legs wrapped tightly around you to prevent your removal from his side. It’s not that he’s trying to be possessive- Mikey just wants you to stay out of the trouble and danger that his brothers are getting into.

His dietary preferences switch to be much more in line with his turtle half, eating grass and berries and squirmy pests. Donnie also supplies the younger turtle with cuts of freshly hunted fish. Doesn’t have much of a love for water, and actually prefers to move around on dry land.

The easiest to deal with, bar none.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Rise of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #Yandere ROTTMNT #Yandere Raphael #Yandere Leonardo #Yandere Donatello #Yandere Mikey #Yandere Brother #Primal Moon

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yanteetle · 11 months

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you dont have to right away obv, but maybe yan leo or donnie having a very scary blank stare at mc to getting what started as a normal confession to being rejected

"All's fair in love and war, dear Shelldon. Y/n simply needs more... convincing. And I'll be the one to give them that, even if it's the last thing I do..."

Shelldon's a little sad. No biggie! Let's hope he'll move out of the way, or else Donnie might have to restrain more than one victim...

a/n: I made myself suffer drawing this, but I'm glad I finished this. I gave up on this piece so many times, but I eventually took the time to get it over with :)) I rarely include anyone outside of the main cast in my yandere art, so I wanted to change that and add to the angst aspect to this drawing! I liked the idea of Shelldon looking distraught when Donnie's kidnapping y/n, and has to watch helplessly in fear of having his code rewritten or even worse.. destroyed <3 I don't think I fully captured that in here, but I tried regardless. Please have a nice day, and thank you for requesting!

Taglist: @dynaspamm@faetaiity@fried-milkfish@milks-thoughts@hearteyedracoon@crystallinecryogenics@m0nster-fluffer@syrinxmeadow@zxphy@mellytumbles@nekonekoastume@sockidox

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oleander-nin · 5 months

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The Coldest Heart(Yandere Future Rise Donatello x Reader)

A/N, not important: Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Apocalypse, kidnapping, freezing, dark themes, yandere themes.

Words: 1291

Summary: Donnie cuts off the heat

Winters were always frigid in the apocalypse, the broken terrain and weather making the places that have never seen a snowflake now completely frozen over. The “snow” that covered the barren wasteland outside the base’s doors was a poisonous brown, bubbling when it touched the ground instead of sticking. It may be frozen, but it was nothing like the fluffy white snow you held dear in your memories. You shiver under the blankets you were given, your body curled up in a weak attempt to preserve the heat trapped under the blankets with you. You were exhausted, sleep pulling at your eyes and trying to coax you under, but the cold biting at your fingers and toes was unrelenting. Your ears and nose burned, keeping you alert as you try to keep out the frigid air. The small amount of heat Donnie allowed in his lab was gone, the furnace broken and vents turned off. Cold had seeped into every crack and was now trying its best to choke you out as well.

You turn your head towards Donnie as he types onto a monitor projected by his ninpo, sticking your face into the bitter cold. His outfit amazed you, the mutant only being dressed in a thin sweater made to stretch over his battle shell and sweats that were a size too small. You look at him in envy, not understanding how he could withstand the freezing temperature in the thin clothing he had. Donnie turns his head at the feeling of your boring gaze, his eyes meeting yours and his tridactyl hands leaving his keyboard which causes it to falter, then disappear. For the first time in the months since he had stuck you in his lab in claims of protecting you, you don’t break your gaze. Whether it was from exhaustion or the cold, you no longer cared about such a simple thing as keeping your eyes off the man you hated most. If he was truly upset with your staring, he could come and close your eyes himself.

“You’re shivering.” Donnie muses, his voice teasing and airy as if the frostbite creeping over your nose was a mere tasteless joke. You scowl, burying yourself back into the plethora of blankets that covered the cot Donnie had you share with him. You hear him chuckle at your childish display, driving in the belittled feeling he had sunk into your heart.

“Fix the heat then.” You grumble at your captor, not caring for niceties. You can hear his chair shift and you look back at him through a crack in the blankets, seeing his eyes averted downwards as he chews on his cheek. His knuckles are now digging into his teeth, his eyes looking everywhere but you as he seems to be debating himself over something. His shoulders are more hunched, like he was a little kid who got caught stealing cookies late at night.

“You know I can’t.” Donnie says, like he was trying to be firm but his voice falters. He still refuses to meet your eyes, only staring at the floor as he chews on his knuckles. Your eyes narrow, your knees pulled closer to your chest as another cold burst breaks through the blanket barrier.

“You’ve already fixed it.” You accuse, the chattering of your teeth breaking up the sentence and making it sound more pathetic than you hoped. Donnie finally pulls his fist away from his mouth as he stares back at you, crossing his arms and protesting with a loud, “indignant scoff.” If you could feel your feet, you would run over there and strangle him.

“If you’re cold,” Donnie starts, his voice tight as he dodges your accusation to try and quell your thoughts, but ends up confirming it instead. “You can grab a blanket and come sit with me. I’ll keep you warm.”

You sneer, diving back under the blanket den you had created around yourself. Even if you wanted to cuddle up to the person who was holding you hostage in the name of ‘safety’, you couldn’t. Your feet were so frozen you couldn’t feel them more than a dull pain, and your fingers couldn’t close around the thin material of the blankets anymore. Silence stretches through the lab, and you’re sure Donnie had given up and turned back around.

A quick padding of socked feet breaks the silence and two arms wrap around your covered self, lifting you from the cot and into Donnie’s arms. He mumbles a swift apology as you flail and curse, quickly moving back to his chair and depositing you in his lap. He shifts the blankets around, helping you pop your head out so you could see. Donnie cups your cheek with one hand, the other still firm around your lower back so you couldn’t squirm away from him and escape. The feeling of his hand on your face is one you always hated, but the burning head of his warmth makes you hiss in pain rather than disgust. He was an oven, his hand slowly heating your cheeks and bringing color back to your face. You melt into him after a minute, nearly crying when his warm hand leaves your cheek to cup your ears.

“You are cold.” He mutters, mostly to himself. He continues to try and warm you himself for a small while, attempting to bring your body temperature up from the dangerous levels it had fallen to. He eventually signs and gives up, summoning a projected screen with numerous switches and buttons. He clicks a few things before closing the screen and pulling you closer, easing open the blankets you clung to so he could pull your whole body against him and try to warm you up.

You hear the vents above slowly whirr to life, the room slowly being filled with a strong heat that makes your head spin. You blink at Donnie, your limbs unstiffening as you try not to cry.

“You fixed it…” You mumble, letting your head hit the dull point of his plastron. Donnie nods, rubbing your back beneath the blankets. Anger pools in your chest for only a moment, the relief of the heat taking over and the exhaustion pushing through once more.

“I fixed it within minutes of its breaking. I wasn’t going to let the base freeze.” Donnie pulls you closer, kissing your temple with a smug smile. “You, however, weren’t letting me touch you, so I turned off the heat to try and convince you to let me touch you more, but that seems to have backfired.”

You scowl, hitting his shoulder with your forehead. You wanted to scream, to bite him, to do anything to make him suffer like he had you for the past few days, but you don’t. You were terrified he would turn the heat back off. His lab was obviously able to be isolated from the other parts of the base, which horrified you. For all you knew, he could leave and seal the doors before shutting the oxygen off for a couple minutes, just to let you suffer.

Donnie continues to rub your back, his quiet humming not showing any bit of remorse for the torment he had put you through. He seemed happy with the outcome, and you figured he was. Here you were in his arms, just as he wanted. Maybe once you could feel your fingers again, you’d try and fight him, but for now, you had given up. The heat was too much of a reward for you to risk losing it now. Even Donnie’s arms were a price you were willing to pay to not freeze. His plan had worked, and now nothing would stop him from doing it again.

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froggywritesstuff · 7 months

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stupid | yandere!rise!donatello

ship/pairing: yandere!rise!Donatello x g/n!reader (can be read as platonic or romantic)

request: no one

warnings: kinda ooc, blood, wounds, kidnapping, unwanted touching (non sexual), blades, degrading, sadism, stitches, non consensual scarification (?), vomiting, hair pulling, threats of amputation, isolation used as punishment

fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

word count: 1145

A/N: i wasn't sure to write this with Leo or Donnie so i most likely wrote Donnie's personality wrong. 18+ people DNI. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

You wanted to cry as you felt Donnie’s disappointed gaze on you. Or maybe it was because of the pain of how tight he gripped your wounded wrist. Either way, it didn’t matter, as Donnie would have absolutely zero sympathy for you if you started crying. After all, it was your fault. Your fault you were currently staining his lab floors with blood.

He brought his other hand to your wrist to inspect the gash, as if something had changed in the last five minutes he’d been staring at it.

”Do you want to explain why you cut your tracker out of your wrist?” his voice broke the dreaded silence, and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

You stayed silent. He hadn’t been happy with your previous answer explaining that you wanted to be alone from him and go outside without him worrying. It wasn’t the answer he wanted. But the truth wasn’t the answer he wanted either.

He grabbed a new tracker from his bench along with a scalpel, gliding the blade through your wound to make a deeper cut, pulling your wrist tightly as he inserted the new tracker inside the wound. The metallic scent of blood in the room grew worse, making your stomach churn. You whimpered, biting your tongue so you didn’t cry out in pain, while Donnie just seemed unbothered by the pain his actions caused.

“Or do you need me to tell you?”

You stayed quiet. Your eyes stung as tears pricked the back of your eyes, begging for you to cry. But you didn’t. Tears wouldn’t help you. Donnie would only mock you and belittle you if he saw you crying.

A sigh left his lips as he brought his hands up to cup the side of your face. You felt yourself wanting to lean into his touch, wanting to cling to the gentleness of his hands that so harshly contrasted the anger he must've been feeling.

”You’re stupid, Y/N.” silence hung between the two of you while he stared you down, his eyes filled with disappointment and frustration. His hands dropped from your face and he grabbed a needle and thread. You felt your stomach drop.

”So stupid,” he muttered, piercing the needle through your skin, guiding the thread through your wounded skin to stitch it back together. The corners of his lips twitched upward as he heard your stifled groans and cries of pain. The tears building up in your eyes felt as heavy as rocks as you desperately tried not to cry.

“You’re even more stupid than I thought you were. I had faith in you, but you’ve proven me wrong. Because you are somehow so stupid, you can’t understand that everything I do for you is for your own good. I’m helping you, by keeping you here, because you’re nothing without me. You’re weak. Completely helpless. Fucking pathetic.”

You broke, letting the tears fall down your cheeks with a choked sob.

The room went silent, anxiety bubbled in your chest while you stared at Donnie’s hands. It was as if he paused for dramatic effect as well as staying silent.

Until he laughed.

He fucking laughed.

For a little longer than necessary in your opinion.

”Fuck, Y/N,” his laughter stopped abruptly with a yell, making you flinch, “that’s exactly what I’m talking about.” He stabbed the needle to your arm again and drew the string through tightly, forcing a strained cry of pain from your throat.

“You’re pathetic. Crying over everything and just so whiny. It’s pitiful, honestly. Consider yourself lucky you have me, darling. I have no idea how all your friends managed to put up with you for so long. No wonder none of them care that you’re gone.”

You found the courage to shake your head, opening your mouth to speak, when he tugged on the needle tightly, quickly making you shut up.

”Sorry, did you have something to say?” Donnie’s smug voice asked. He knew exactly what you were going to say.

You stayed silent, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing your weak attempt of convincing yourself he was wrong. The needle was pricked through your skin a few more times before he picked up some scissors, cutting the end of the knot he tied in the string as he finished the last stitch. He cleared his throat.

“Just to be clear, though I am enjoying all this, you brought this on yourself. I want you to look at the scar on your arm everyday and think of this. Think of how dumb you were trying to escape me. Think of how easy it was for me to catch you. I want you to look at it and regret everything you did, until every time you even think about escaping again, you want to ridicule yourself over how dumb of an idea it is.”

You shrank back at his words, your gaze falling toward the floor, when you caught sight of the stitches Donnie had made in your arm. It was obvious he had finished stitching your wound together for a long time, as you stared in horror at the array of letters stitched into your arm, spelling out his name. He had even made sure to stitch his birth name, which you could only assume was to cause more pain for you. The pain from the stitching mixed with the bloody scent and sight on your arm all made you feel sick, until you found yourself gagging, eventually vomiting up spit on the floor.

Donnie's face scrunched up in disgust, "Scoff, don't be so dramatic." he stood up from his chair, a metal claw from his battle shell dug into your scalp, dragging you by your hair as Donnie led you out of his lab. Too tired to fight against him you let him drag you, feeling the heels of your feet stinging against the tiles. You winced as every slight movement from your arm sent a jolt of pain.

You heard the creak of door, followed by the flick of a light switch, and you were shoved into a room you recognized all too well. All white walls and floors, and empty of furniture save for the single bed in the corner of the room. You were roughly placed onto the bed, Donnie wasting no time to restrain you to the bed.

"Take that tracker out again, and you'll lose your arm."

You stared at him with an empty expression, using the little energy you had to nod to show your understanding. His hand cupped your cheek gently, his lips upturned slightly, before he bid goodbye and left, making a show of locking the door for extra measures.

All alone, you let the tears fall freely down your face, eventually crying yourself into a restless sleep.

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0mysticmidnight0 · 2 months

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Ooo!! The disaster twins, pls!!

Of course!! I've seen plenty of these fics and they were amazing! Hopefully you'll like this!<3

~Yandere Donnie and Leo headcannons~ -These two are one if not the MOST dangerous Yanderes.. But as a duo? Now they are twice as powerful and twice as hard to escape.. -They will bicker a lot and have a few fights but that doesn't mean they won't instantly team up when you try to escape them. -Leo is the one who you think is laid back and casual until you look through his chill facade and realize he might be more overprotective than Donnie.. and THAT'S saying something! -When the other is busy, the other one would cover for them. They take turns sleeping with you. (NOT IN THE SEXUAL WAY) and take different shifts watching over you. -You mean so much to them! Don't expect to get away so easily..If they both have to go on a mission, prepare yourself cause you're coming with! on rare occasions.. Or they could lock you up in your room till they get back. They always choose the second option of course. -Donnie is the type to install cameras, speakers, trackers and all that jazz everywhere in your apartment and he can easily just hack in to the security cameras of the places you frequent.. -These two are very overprotective and very dangerous. They could kill someone and Donnie would erase any documents about them like they never existed..while Leo portals the body to nowhere- -But they wouldn't hurt you! If you were obedient.. If you tick them off or make them very mad you might have a few bruises.. it's just to make sure you know your place.. -Would have a BUNCH of rules! and a bunch of punishments that come with if you were to disobey any of them.. -In any case, they would be very strict.. It's for your safety. They will show you affection.. forcefully. Cuddling and kisses without your consent.. Let's just say bruises won't be the only marks you have on your body.. WOOH! that was fun for me to write! hope you enjoyed, i apologize for how short this is!! From: MysticMidnight -

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise leo #rise donnie #rise leonardo #rise donatello #rise tmnt #rise leo x reader #rise donnie x reader #yandere donatello #yandere Leonardo #Yandere leo x reader #yandere donnie x reader #yandere rottmnt #yandere blog #disaster twins #yandere disaster twins

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astral--horrorshow · 11 months

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Around-The-Clock Shadows

Platonic Yandere ROTTMNT x Reader

Info: This will be a full-length fic including multiple ROTTMNT characters, the main storyline revolves around the Mad Dogs.

Fic Summary: You sure are likeable, aren't you?

Chapter 1: Preparations and Purple Dragons

Characters: Kendra, Jase, Jeremy, Donatello, Raphael, Michaelangelo, Leonardo

A/N: Kicking off the first day of my summer break with a fic! I've been working on this for a while now, so I hope you like it! Apologies for the short length and any bad writing! I was very inspired by @yanteetle , @pianocat939 , @yanyanderes , and @yandere-toons ! (edit: @oleander-nin too!!)

If you want to be added to a taglist, just say the word! If you want to draw fanart or make anything based off of this, I would be literally honored. Please don't be shy, I will love whatever you make! If you have any questions about the fic, feel free to ask!

TW: Kidnapping plans, toxic relationships, stalking, Jase gets kicked in the shin (spoiler: it's Kendra), attempted(?) peer pressure, Leo and Donnie are creepers.

I do not condone any of the behaviors found or done in this fic. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please contact the authorities.

Please Reblog writer's work!

Chapter Summary: You hang out with the Purple Dragons, and the Hamato brothers prepare for your arrival.

Word Count: 1166

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Kendra had her hand on the back of your neck, leading you further into the Purple Dragon's closed-off corner of the computer lab.

"And this is the Dragon's Tooth," she said as she pointed to a large, circular table with a small, green device suspended in a glass tube.

"Oooo!" You leaned towards it in curiosity, careful to not get too close to the lasers, "What does it do?" Before Kendra could answer you, Jase rushed over and started to explain with a speedy voice, "The Dragon's Tooth is a military-grade piece of technology that- ow!"

Kendra had kicked him in the shin. Hard. From what you had known about her, she didn't like to be interuppted.

"Shut up, Jase," Kendra snapped.

Jase kneeled on the ground on one leg, rubbing the kicked one with a grimace on his angular face. You reached out to him, but Kendra casually pulled you by the collar of your shirt next to her, placing her hand on the back of the neck you craned to see if Jase was okay and pushed you along yet again.

Your watch suddenly let out a long, piercing beep, which caused your gaze to turn to the plastic screen.

"Oh, I need to get home!" You exclaimed, rushing from Kendra to grab your bag.

"Awh, c'mon, can't you stay a little longer?" Jeremy strolled towards you along with the rest of the Purple Dragons. You were, quite literally, cornered by them, but you still persisted in your quest to return home.

"But I really gotta leave! I'll see you tommorow!" You rushed out, waving to the students strung up by their knickers outside their tech cubbyhole. The Purple Dragons didn't pursue, looking at the silent, red device on the collar of shirt in a cocktails of smugness and satisfaction (mostly from Kendra) and slight guilt of invading your privacy (mostly Jase).

You rushed to the bike racks as soon as you came out of the double doors of the High School. Going to unlock your bike, you spotted a figure in purple slink down an alleyway.

You pulled up to your residence, locking your bike and unlocking the door to your home. Taking off your shoes, and setting your bag down on your bed, you flopped down onto the carpet, feeling the rough material rubbing against your cheek. Despite it grating against your face, you found a sense of comfort in the act. You turned towards your bed, focusing on the underside. Stuck to one of the nails of the supports, was a bright orange piece of cloth. You reached out your arm, grabbing the fabric between your fingers. It was a bit worn, but perfectly clean otherwise. How odd, you didn't remember having any clothes like that.

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You opened the freezer door, shivering at the blast of cold air hitting your face. You grabbed the ice cream container as fast you could, and gingerly closed the freezer as to not wake up your family. As you sucked the spoon free of the frozen treat, you gazed at the moonlight filtering through your kitchen. There were a few clouds, but otherwise it was clear. You couldn't see the stars, though. Not in New York City, where lights and air pollution thrive. Putting the ice cream back, (you couldn't eat so much to the point where it would be noticeable) you pulled your blanket tighter around your shoulders and tiptoed back to your bedroom. You buried yourself under the warm covers, a welcome respite from the cold, and closed your eyes, unaware of the being outside your window.

Leonardo chuckled to himself, and propped his elbows up on the windowstill. He watched you cutely snuggle your pillow, your cheek squishing against it. The only thing he wanted was to pinch and squish them 'till they got numb, but bringing you home sooner than planned would make the rest of your new brothers irritated at him. You fell asleep almost immediately, you must've been so tired, poor baby. He pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Hey, Don- what? Yeah, I know it's late. Don't shout at me right now. Yeah, add ice cream to the list."

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Mikey skipped into the room, holding a pair of slippers in his hand. He set them down near the bed just as Donatello finished spreading a thick, fluffy blanket on it.

"Ah, thank you, Michael," Donnie spoke upon seeing Mikey with the slippers.

"Anything for them!" Mikey squealed, obviously shaking with excitement.

"Hey, party people," Leo casually called out as he strolled into the room, holding his ōdachi over his shoulders like they were regular sticks instead of mystical, deadly weapons. Upon the red-earned sliders entrance, Donnie turned and glared.

"Leo, I don't see why you had to call me at exactly 2:38 AM last night. It could've waited until morning."

"What?" Leo pulled his hand to his chest in mock indignation, "And not complete the list? I swear, it's like you don't even want them to be happy here!"

"Of course I do!"

Before their squabble could turn into a full-on argument, Raph burst in the room with a number of plushies of different shapes, sizes, and colors in his arms, which he started to arrange on the bed. Donnie sauntered away from Leo to help Raph in an attempt to keep his temper under control, and Mikey arranged things around the room. Leo slumped his shoulders, made a portal with a single slash of his ōdachi, and fell backwards into it.

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Donatello typed on his keyboard, occasionally turning his gaze to the other screens, which had a plethora of security cameras, locations of trackers, and information displayed on them. "Occasionally" being every few seconds. Eventually, he gave up on his coding and leaned back to soak up all the information on you and blue light the multiple moniters could give him. He was the number one expert on you, which he had to be if you were going to be happy in the Lair. He was also going to be your older brother soon, which meant he had to make up for all the missing years. You didn't know how much you needed them all, but you would soon. Very, very soon. A ping from his phone pulled him from his obsessive thoughts. He had sent S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N to guard you throughout the day when he or his brothers couldn't do it themselves. His eyes widened to saucers when he saw the feed from his creation.

You, standing there. With the Purple Dragons. Talking to you. Touching you. The Purple Dragons. You, oblivious to their danger.

Donnie leapt up from his chair and sprinted toward the door, racing through the halls. He wouldn't let that horrible, deceiving, Kendra and her flunkies take advantage of you. Over his dead body.

"I'll be there very soon," he thought, "Wait for me just a little longer.

I'll save you."

☆~☆~☆

A/N: *chuckles* you're in danger.

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yanderes-galore · 8 months

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Could you write a platonic/romantic scenario with ROTTMNT Donnie? He is friends with y/n, who is an engineer and they help each other to improve their electronics. Maybe he becomes obsessed over her, because they share many similarities.

Sure! I'm going to try my best to see what I can do for this as I have a vague idea for a plot.

Finding Passion

Yandere! ROTTMNT! Donatello Scenario

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Donnie is fanboying (?), His feelings border between romantic and platonic, Delusional behavior, Dubious/Forced companionship, Implications of thoughts towards kidnapping.

Donatello has always been better with machines than emotions. He simply struggles with the concept and often comes off uncaring to others. As a result he struggles to form new friends and close connections at times.

Then he had met you at a Con. Disguising himself in a purple hood he had dragged April to an event for inventors such as himself. April couldn't help but give in for her friend because he seemed so passionate.

In this setting, Donnie felt in his element. He felt like he could be understood stood intellectually. He felt he could thrive here.

This was where you and him crossed paths.

You had your own little booth covered in electronics of all sorts of types. For some reason Donnie felt drawn to you. As a result he found himself darting to your booth with an excited sparkle in his eyes.

April quickly followed him as his passion has gotten him on trouble before. In fact the young woman struggled to trust you at first due to the whole Purple Dragons incident. However, you looked rather genuine with her friend.

Donatello didn't care if April didn't trust you at first. In his eyes he felt he could finally find a way to connect with someone through his passions. When he talked to you about the machines you had on display, he felt you understood him.

With no one else, not even April or his brothers, could he connect with them through his passion for engineering. It felt exhilarating to talk with someone about intellectual pleasures. What was better?

You're an admittedly... appealing woman-

Donatello would never admit such a thing. At least not until much later. Right now he couldn't help himself from asking all sorts of questions. Oh, he wanted to be closer to you more than anything.

April could barely pull the turtle away from you. He was so attached and ignored his friend in favor of you. It hurt a bit but she was still happy he found someone to share interests with.

April had a feeling she knew how Donnie was feeling. He was fawning over a girl who happened to like the same stuff he did. The thought made her giggle and she even encouraged you two to meet more often.

Long story short, you had given Donnie an unfinished project of yours to tinker with and your number. April barely saw the grin leave the turtle's face as he strolled through the convention. To her, it seemed like something wonderful would develop between the two of you.

That's how things began at least.

Ever since he first met you, Donnie has been glued to his phone or always comes back home with a new invention. A way you to connect is through adding to each other's machines. Sometimes you add to his or he adds to yours, maybe you even trade the same machine back and forth to improve on each other.

All Donatello ever did was talk about you, the girl he admires and wishes to know more about. He's always seen trying to improve your projects to impress you. You're like an idol to him.

His feelings towards you bordered on platonic and romantic. At times it felt like he'd treat you as a future girlfriend, other times he was adamant you're just "tinker buddies". Either way the turtle became obsessive about you.

Donnie would rather be with you than anywhere. He treasured mechanical gifts you gave him like they were relics. He began to be disinterested in anything not involving you.

The usually Introverted turtle was now always leaving home to see you in private. All you two did together was discuss your passions. You were someone Donatello could rely on and really connect with.

No one else could compare...

He wants you to know there's no one else like him, too.

In fact, as Donnie bonds more and more with you through shared passion, he feels you shouldn't be this way with anyone else. This begins the darker parts of his obsession. There's a point where his passion about you becomes... disturbing.

He'd never admit it to his brothers but Donnie has begun research on you. He combs through your socials and builds tech to watch you. Soon his little craving for friendship or even intimacy with someone like him becomes an urge he can't fight.

Actually... why should he fight it? Why shouldn't he research everything about you? You two are clearly meant to be close.

So he'll make it so you're close.

In his mind, no one else can have a bond as strong as yours. You two deserve each other and no one else. Jealous? No he isn't! Possessive? That can't be what this is....

He isn't being obsessive! He's being... caring. Isn't it great when the one you're close to knows everything about you? Maybe even more than yourself?

Don't worry... if he takes you somewhere private then you two never have to be interrupted! You can invent with each other and be happy. He won't have to share you....

To Donnie, you're perfect for him...

Which is exactly why he plans to keep you to himself.

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little-mouse-gardens · 5 months

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Yandere vampire rottmnt au concept/idea

A rottmnt au that popped up in my head (romantic)

Warning: Mentions of violence, blood, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, kidnapping (I do not condone this behavior in real life. I Do not condone anyone to do any of these actions in real life. this is only for entertainment purposes only.

I don’t normally do character x reader writing (mostly because I’m not great at it) I mostly do character x oc stuff.

However I got a random idea for yan vampire turtles au idea?

Thought about this a day or two ago and got some great ideas on discord. Saying thank you and Crediting at @lexiechr and @astral--horrorshow for inspiring some of my ideas!

Reader is an upcoming mystery thriller novel writer seeking inspiration for the next book they want to write who moves into the local village far, far away from the city.

Reader Hear legends about vampires and decided they want to stay a little while longer to write their novel and see what All the fuss is about and one night while they are out and about on some late night errand.

The turtles (separately) spot them and instantly fell in love with their personality, the way their eyes sparkle with emotions and the way they spoke. Making them want to make reader their bride. To love and to cherish them in their castle for the rest of eternity no matter who gets in the way. Suddenly reader notices strange things occurring around them that are quite hard to ignore.

- a local bookkeeper reader was talking to the other day? Suddenly disappears and is later found in the river. The only calling card being the turtles family name emblem carved into the bookeepers flesh. A dire warning to stay away.

- The turtles visiting reader outside their cozy cottage at night, talking with them. Trying to sweet talk them into letting them in and being theirs with equally sweet promises of love and anything reader desires. Though reader is clever enough to not let them in.

- the villagers suddenly being extra nice to reader. Offering them free things to them, letting them have special privileges, life is made easier for them. It’s very confusing to reader, but the villagers know they have to unless the turtles decide to go after them.

Reader, after another string of vampire based murders and disappearances, does their research on each of the turtles and discovers more information about them based on the emblem. Wandering into the local library one late evening and finding a book on them.

The turtles are a bloodline of vampires that dated back for many years.

- Raphael, dubbed as the brawn’s of his brothers and the most feared by the town. Actively known to hunt down and brutally maul people and livestock. Occasionally steals soft things like fabrics and plushies. However he is the only one recorded to have actually spared some peoples life

- Leonardo, the charmer. Everyone in town knows his tricks, he charms and flirts with his victims before delivering the finale blow. Has been known to enter the local tavern when it’s not busy, or even steal from local tailors and jewelers to buy new shiny expensive things to add to his collection or himself.

- Donatello the mad scientist. The second most feared. His methods are simple, grab and torture his prey with his experiments in his laboratory. Villagers will not hesitate to give him the things he needs and or wants for his inventions. Leaving them outside their homes at night in an effort to get him to leave them alone.

- Mikey the artist, he will use his victims blood to decorate the streets with messages to taunt those who don’t give him what he wants. Sweet but not unwilling to cause mass chaos. Every craft store and bakery will always find something missing by morning, and sometimes he will leave different paintings on the walls of the town as a reward for their offerings.

Then, reader leaves the library that night, they are kidnapped by the turtles (separately) and brought back to their castle to be their partner for life. Promising to make them immortal, to give them all the love and joy they possibly can and making the clear vow that they won’t escape them.

However reader is clever and determined to find their way out. Even if it means playing along for now.

- Forcing themselves to Cuddle with raph and accepting his gifts and tokens of affection

- letting Leonardo shower them in compliments, dolling them up in silks and jewels while they compliment him on his attributes

- listening to Donnie speak of his inventions and praising his genius no matter how diabolical it may seem

- painting with Mikey, eating all the treats and snacks he makes them while he paints their portrait

The ultimate sacrifice for reader, other than their freedom, is to let the turtles have a taste of their blood and agreeing to be their partner for life. The turtles (separately) are much more gentle with reader, or at least they try to be.

- they’ll make sure reader comfortable. Each turtle (separately) will praise them for being brave and shower reader with compliments, cuddles, gifts after they finish. Soft blankets, their favorite snack or comfort food, a nice warm bath scented with flowers. Name it and reader can have it so long as the turtles get a taste.

Each yan vampire turtle has a different wing in their castle. Each with a specific set of theme colors and decor. Each place being huge, full of secrets for reader to uncover and secret entrances for them to potentially use so long as they don’t get caught.

Leonardo’s wing = Soft blues. Golds and silvers. Jewels encrusted everywhere you go, silks arranged around as if you were walking through a kings palace. So many drapes and screens that make it very Easy to hide what isn’t meant to be see. All the jewels and fine clothes for him to dress reader in. To shower them with compliments and sweet promises, making sure that his beloved will never want to go looking for the secret passages in the castle

Donatellos wing of the palace = Reader never dares to get to deep into his Lab, lest they find the many remains of the missing villagers turned into something sick and twisted. Donatello prefers to keep his beloved partner close to his side, showering them with endless gadgets and gizmos to impress them. Keep them distracted and their interest away from his sources of food and morbid curiosity that would put victor Frankenstein to shame.

Raphael’s wing = His halls are expansive, almost never ending. A place for the brute of the vampire brothers to wander at ease, lest his rage be incited. Rooms full of soft things and others full of little objects he collects. Objects he will gladly show and shower reader with if it means they’ll stay with him as his bride for all eternity.

Mikey’s wing = All down the halls, throughout every room reader will find art of all kinds. All of which he painted, sculpted and crafted himself with delicate yet skilled hands. He will spoil the, with all the beautiful sights and delicious smells. How can they search for the secret corridors out if they’re too distracted by Mikey’s art and him forcing them to sit for another portrait or sculpture? Or making them try all the fine delicious foods and drinks?

Most of the time reader is able to get alone time, which would be when they leave at night. Though occasionally one will stay behind to watch them, reader mostly spends their time in the ornate guest room or exploring the shadowy halls of the old castle.

Using their clever mystery novelist mind to come up with plans of escape. Writing down things about their captors and potential routes of escape in a journal they keep under a floorboard beneath their bed.Reader is kept in the highest point in the castle. That Overlooks the village and forested mountains below. Reader can only see their freedom from a distance while they bide their time.

Now, if reader managed to escape? All hell would break loose. Reader running for their life and packing any important belongings to get out of town while the loud roars and shouts of the turtles don’t linger too far behind.

- Raphael wouldn’t hesitate to reign destruction upon the village in a blind panic rage. Demanding his beloved be returned to him unless this whole town gets stomped down to the ground.

- Leonardo who is portaling to every corner of the town and nearby woods to get his beloved home safely or even threatening to portal the villagers into the gator infested swamps and wolf infested forests unless someone spills the details.

- Donatello who actively starts torturing people until someone gives him answers on where his darling went to

- Mikey who is literally using his powers to tear apart houses and farms looking for his lover

No place is left unturned, and it wouldn’t shock reader if the villagers came hunting after them to bring them back or snitched about their where about’s and to be honest, reader couldn’t blame them either.

Once and if reader is brought back to them, they are never let out of their sight if they can help it. If reader wasn't smothered before, they’ll definitely be smothered now and the wedding date will be bumped up closer from a year to a few months time.

Anyways, that’s just my random take on it. Hope you guys enjoy!

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