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fishsticksloser · 12 days

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Can I request a good future Donnie x Reader where reader has like. Anxiety²? And is always hesitant to ask him for attention or affection when he is even slightly busy?

Silent Longing

f!Donnie x gn!reader

Warnings: anxiety, angst, kiss, communication *gasp*

A/N: Sorry I'm so inconsistent right now :((

Donnie is working in his lab. Like always. It was normal, the usual as you and his brothers would say. There was hardly a moment you didn't find him in his lab, working on gods know what.

On a normal day, you would go into his room and wait for him to be done with work. On a normal day, Donnie would come in, tug off his hoodie and lay with his head on your chest.

But today hadn't been a good day. You craved his touch and comfort, yet seeing him bent over his desk made you pause. You didn't like interrupting him, you felt anxious asking for affection knowing he wasn't one who really like it.

Yet you stand in the doorway.

You eventually pull up a spare chair and sit at his desk, somewhere out of the way. Donnie doesn't seem to notice you for a moment, engrossed in his work. Out of the corner of his eye, he does eventually see you.

"Darling," he smiles, rolling over to you. " What do I thank this visit on?"

"Thought I'd hang out with you for a while." You shrug, watching him tap his screwdriver on the desk.

"Just hang out?" His head cocks slightly, brows furrowed. He wasn't good with emotions, but he seemed to notice the underlying tension. "As you can see, I'm working to save the world, so... You being here means it must be bad."

"It's nothing, really. I just wanted to be with you..." You tell him, watching him roll his chair closer. "I'm distracting you, aren't I? I can just wait in your room."

Donnie frowns, watching you get up to make your escape. He stands up, gently grabbing your arm. "You're important too. I don't want you to feel neglected or unimportant." He tugs you to face him. "Please tell me. What is it you want to say?"

"You're busy. It's okay" You answer, one of his hands finding your wasit while the other cups your cheek. "It can wait."

"Are you sure about that?" He leans in, his voice dropping. "Tell me what you want, my love."

"You're busy. You have a lot of work to get done. I don't want to distract you."

"Yes, I have a lot of work to do, but that doesn't mean I can't make time for you. You're not a distraction. You're a priority." He sighs, leaning closer to rest his forehead against yours. "I can't bare the thought of you feeling neglected."

"I just... Had a bad day. It's fine. I can wait for you to be done."

Donnie's expression becomes more intense as he listens to your words, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. "Yes, I have work to do, but that doesn't mean I can't make time for you. You're not a distraction, love. You're a priority."

"You're busy......" You mumble again, still keeping a tight hold of his shirt because even though you knew he was busy, you didn't want him to leave. "I don't want to distract you... Or be selfish..."

Donnie's grip on your waist tightens, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and tenderness. "Enough with this selfless act, love. It's not selfish to want to be with the person you care about. And I care about you, more than I can put into words. I may be busy, but that doesn't mean I don't want to be with you." He gently turns your face back towards him, his eyes searching yours. Donnie leans in, his lips brushing against yours softly. "Please, love. Trust me. Let me prove to you that you're worth every moment of my time."

"I love you, more than words can express. And I want to make you happy."

"Say it again." You whisper, cradling his face in your hands. Your lips brush, your heart leaping in your chest. "Please, baby... Say it again..."

Donnie's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense with affection and desire. He takes a moment to savor the feeling of your touch against his face, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and longing.

"I love you, my love. More than words can express. You are my everything, my heart and soul." His voice grows husky as he leans in, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. His hands move to cradle the back of your head, deepening the connection between you.

"I love you... I love you... I love you..." He whispers the words against your lips, his breath mingling with yours.

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katentines · 2 months

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it's sweet mornings like these that make romantic books and movies.

sweet mornings of waking up and the first thing that you hear is soft snores instead of the usual clicking of a keyboard. no blinking of a computer. and you open your eyes to be met with a sleeping donatello by your side. what a lovely sight, the man is finally sleeping. you feel the heaviness of his arm draped across your side, limbs twisted underneath the bed sheets. the bed sheets that have started to smell more and more like you each time you come over. feels like it too. feels like home. it is home.

and you wonder, is there anything more hopelessly romantic than sharing and leaving behind the remembrance of past touches, and stolen kisses on everyday things. it seems small at first, like watching snow fall. so captivated by each snowflake that you fail to see how quickly they gather.

and when it's time to wake up, make breakfast, and so on. the curve of donatello's fingertips soothe along your skin, the soft side of his palm that is nothing if not gentle printing onto your memory and onto your soul like how it is on your waist. pouring milk into coffee as his chin fits snuggly in the crook of your neck, like it was a spot perfectly melded just for him. and maybe it was, because alike you, donnie couldn't think of anything else as warm, and comforting, and as... absolutely beautiful as this. this moment, your scent. it's yours, and it's his. his shirt, your shampoo. his favorite coffee, your favorite mug.

nothing short of domestic bliss.

#kat try to write something other than a domestic imagine challenge (actually impossible)#bayverse donnie x reader #bayverse donatello x reader #rottmnt donatello x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt x reader #rise donatello x reader #future donatello x reader #rise!donnie

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khayalli · 2 months

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haha what a dumbass. imagine tracking your stats just because you blush now (i'm deeply unwell for him)

a bonus that i cba to colour

#tmnt #tmnt art #donatello rottmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise!donnie #future donatello #tmnt 2018 #khayas art #reader x donatello

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shroomaz · 4 months

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A sketch of my series “No One Else but You…” to start off- a tired Papatello! But only a papa of one considering he only has Shelldon at this time-

(I woke up early folks I had THE URGE-)

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise donnie #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt headcanons #future donnie x reader #rise future au #rise future donatello #rottmnt x reader #I love him so much guys i literally CANT-#he grew a little stripe eye :)#he’s getting old and he hates it-

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 1 month

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Would you be willing to write future ROTTMNT leo nsfw..? Maybe after a mission or smth

New Supplies And Shower Moments (Fluff) (18+)

Future!Leonardo x reader

A/N: Of course I will! That old man lives rent free in my head. I’m actually surprised that I haven’t written anything for him before now. Dude could get it fr💙 Don't mind the strange ass title, I didn't know what to call this😂

Reader and Leo are in their mid to late 20’s. Takes place before Leo lost his arm, and the others died.

Warnings: Takes place during future Kraang invasion (almost no Kraang), shower sex, unprotected sex, orale - male receiving, standing doggy style.

The silence was loud in the darkness, with the smack of the metal latch ringing through Leo’s head, slowly disappearing with each of his heavy breaths, the bag of supplies hanging on his shoulder. And in the safety of the hidden bunker, Leo finally allowed himself to let his shoulder slump, letting him support himself on his knees, head spinning as he panted. Another successful supply search, with very few close calls with the Kraang.

Leo finally made his way down the stairs, making sure to lock every door behind him, descending further and further down, until he finally came to the door, with the familiar symbol of Donnie’s tech. It was a sight of comfort whenever Leo came this far. A reminder that he made it once again. A reminder that all of you would eat for another night.

Pushing the door open, Leo was pleased to find you curled up on an old comfy chair, not far from the door Leo just had stepped though, fast asleep. It warmed Leo’s heart, bringing a smile on to his tired face. Once again, you had waited for him to return to the lair, not leaving until you knew he was okay.

Leo took a moment to take in the features of your sleeping face, before going to the disheveled kitchen in order to drop off the newly gathered supplies. He then made his way back to you, and crouched down in front of the chair, still somehow managing to tower over you. With a soft smile, Leo reached a hand out for your face, before pushing a few strands of your hair back behind your ear. This caused you to stir ever so slightly in your sleep, one of your smaller hands reaching out for his, before pressing it against your cheek.

Leo chuckled, his thumb stroking your cheek as a small smile spread across your face. You opened your eyes, your beautiful orbs meeting Leo’s, showcasing the strong love you still had for him after all these years. All these years and all these horrific events, yet you were still very much in love with Neon Leon.

“Hey there, Sleeping Beauty”, Leo whispered, not wishing to wake up any other inhabitants of the lair.

“Hey”, you smiled, your small fingers wrapping around Leo’s much larger hand, the sight and feeling making Leo’s heart flutter. “Took you long enough”.

“Sorry, but a Kraang had decided to take a break in the middle of my usual route. Maybe I should just have asked it to move”, Leo said sarcastically with a glint in his eye.

“Maybe you should have”, you giggled, letting your hand run down Leo’s arm, feeling his muscles and the lair of sand on his skin. “You’re a little dusty”.

“Well, it’s like a sandstorm up there”, Leo said, watching your hand move over his arm, a shiver running down his back. But you were right. He was down right dirty, with dry sand in every winkle of his skin. It was actually quite irritating. Somehow he had not noticed it, blaming it on his survival instinct and adrenaline keeping him going on the world above, not becoming noticeable before allowing himself to feel safe and comfortable in your presence. “Maybe I should take a shower”.

“Sounds like a good idea”, you smiled, becoming more and more awake by each passing moment. “And now that you mention it”, you continued, sitting up so that you could stand. “I could use a shower too”.

Leo let out a hearty laugh, quickly quieting down, once he remembered his brothers and young Casey, sleeping in the rooms not so far away.

“Are you asking to shower with me?”, he asked, standing to his full height, standing tall over you. Yet your smile did not falter, and so you reached out for his hand once more, taking it in yours.

“Of course. Saving water while getting some eye candy. Sounds like an amazing idea”, you smiled.

And so, you and Leo made your way to the bathroom at the end of the hall, passing by all the rooms. In here, you and Leo did quick work of your clothing, turning on the water, waiting for just a few seconds, before stepping in. The luxury of waiting for the water to get warm, was not one you could afford in the lair these days. And just like showering had become a luxury, so had alone time between you and Leo got harder to come by. With your life having become a game of survival everyday, it was hard to find time to focus on your relationship, often having to give up on these sweet moments, for the benefits of all in the lair. And so, these times where you would try to save water together, turned into short moments of intense passion. So the moment you stepped into the shower with Leo, his large frame wrapped around you, pulling you in for a needy kiss, letting go of all emotions that had built up, ever since the last time you had been together - which had been too long ago.

You and Leo’s tongues clashed together, as the still cold water rained down your naked bodies, causing you to jump against Leo’s plastron with a small sound at the coldness. This made Leo chuckle against your lips, while his hands started wandering down from your waist to your ass cheeks, before grabbing both, kneading them in his hands, pushing your hips together in the move.

You placed your hand on Leo’s plastron, slowly moving them down over the hard surface, drawing a deep churr from deep within, causing the excitement to grow between your legs, as your fingers continued to move downwards. Leo’s breath hitched when one of your fingers graced the top of his cloaca, his fingers digging into your soft cheeks.

As your lips continued to move together, you let your index finger glide over the slit of Leo’s cloaca, enjoying the small shiver that ran through his body. One of his hands left your ass cheek, settling on your chest, where he started to roll your hard nipple between his fingers, making you sigh in delight against his lips. Coating your finger in the slick that was building up at his entrance, you slowly pushed your finger in, drawing a low moan from your boyfriend as he pulled from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, so he could watch your hands work on each other.

Leo spurred you on as your finger moved faster against him, drawing him closer and closer to his drop, murmuring sweet and dirty nothings while the water slowly turned warmer and warmer. However, it didn’t take long before Leo’s long thick shaft emerged from within him, dropping discreetly into the palm of your hand, drafting the size of your hand and fingers.

Biting your lip, you gave Leo a few tucks, before slowly getting down on your knees, making Leo moan at the feeling and sight, anticipation growing as he knew what you were intending to do.

On your knees, you wrapped your hands around Leo’s big and proud member, looking up at him through your eyelashes, slowly letting the tip of his spongy head. Leo groaned at the connection of your tongue with the tip of his shaft. Leaning over you, resting his head and forearm against the shower wall, he shelled you from the falling water, letting it fall against his shell, getting a better look of your wet form, and the curve of your lips as you started kissing up and down his length.

Leo enjoyed your soft torture for a moment, closing his eyes so he could get lost in the feeling of your lips moving along his sides, before you finally opened your mouth, taking as much of him as you could fit, into your mouth, using your hands to cover the rest of him.

“Fuck, babe”, Leo moaned in a low voice, as you started to bob your head with hallowed out cheeks, sending excitement straight to your core. “I fucking love your mouth, (Y/N)”. You answered this comment by speeding up your process, drawing another moan from your towering boyfriend. Leo’s other hand came to rest on your head, stroking your hair, pulling slightly on it when his head started hitting the back of your throat.

Panting with his short tail whipping around in excitement, feeling his high inching closer and closer, Leo grabbed a soft hold on your head, before thrusting into your mouth, his head spinning at the vibration of you moaning around him.

“I’m getting close, (Y/N)”, Leo said, his voice strained by his upcoming orgasm. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth. Fuck! I’m gonna cum in your mouth”.

And so, when Leo came with a loud outdrawn mouth, you swallowed every drop that he delivered, not letting anything go to waste. Once you were sure that you had gotten it all, you let go of Leo, pulling the head of his member out of his mouth with a small pop, before smiling sweetly up at him.

Leo’s strong hands pulled you up so that you were standing on your feet, before crashing his lips to yours once more, moaning when he could still taste himself on your lips.

Hungry sounds came from the two of you, as your hands moved around, and felt each other up with an eagerness, all while the shower water made your skin smooth and slick.

Leo pulled from the heavy kiss, breathing heavily in order to catch his breath. It was amazing how a make out session with you, could get his blood pumping like that.

“Turn around, babe”, Leo said in a deep raspy voice, his eyes hooded and filled with lust as he watched you, making sure to give your ass a small smack as you turned around, facing the shower wall, making you jump with a small sound.

Resting your hands on the cold tile wall, leaning forward so that you were pushing your behind up against Leo’s cloaca and his still hard member, you shot him a smile over your shoulder. A smile that caused a grumble to erupt from deep within Leo’s chest. With one hand he lifted one of your legs to the side, giving him the space he needed to press his member and cloaca up against you, his plastron coming to rest against your back, and his lips pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. You were about to turn, so that you could capture Leo’s lips with your own, but instead you were met by his beautiful eyes, along with the feeling of his member being pushed in between you slick and needy folds. Keeping your eyes locked with Leo, your mouth turned into an open gasp, letting out a moan as he stretched you out, a very slight pain stinging when he pushed in, but very soon turning into pleasure, as he pulled halfway out, only to thrust into you again.

With each thrust, you were pushed up against the cold tile wall, your nipples hardening even further, with your mind already growing hazy at the pleasure Leo brought upon you. If it wasn’t for the arm holding your leg up, and the other one wrapped around your waist, holding your hips firmly against Leo, you would have stumbled long ago.

Your cheek fell against the wall, with your mouth still wide open, and your eyes having a hard time focusing on anything other than Leo’s form over your shoulder. The way he gritted his teeth, pushed his brows together in concentration, and grunted with every hard increasingly hard thrust into you, feeling your walls growing tighter around him. You would not be lasting long if he continued like that.

You were not sure if it was a drool of water from the shower head above, that ran down your lower lip, chin and neck, or if it was your own slick that dripped down the insides of your thigh.

“Leo!”, you let out, finally feeling able to form words. The only word being the name of the man that was fucking you into what felt like heaven. Heaven in a shower stall.

“I know, babe”, Leo said, sounding as reassuring as possible, placing a kiss against your shoulder. “I can feel you. Let go, (Y/N). Cum for me, babe”.

You could not describe it, but there was just something about the way Leo would reassure and speak sweetly to you, while fucking your brains out. Sometimes it was a hard contrast, and sometimes it fitted perfectly together. But each and every time, it worked like a charm on you, bringing you that much closer to an orgasm with his penis stuffed inside you. And this time was no different.

With a high pitched cry of pleasure, you felt yourself letting go as Leo reached deep inside you, hitting that familiar place that brought pleasure throughout your body. Squishing your eyes shut, your walls closed in around Leo, making him moan as he felt his second orgasm make its way. Thrusting frantically into you, drawing out your orgasm while chasing his own, Leo finally came, unloading himself into you, his heavy breathing hitting your earlobe, making you shiver.

With Leo pulling out of you, you felt his warm white droplets run down your legs, showcasing the mess he had managed to create inside of you. With a small chuckle, Leo slowly get you leg down, letting you turn around on your wobbly feet, before pulling you close once more and placing a sweet kiss to your lips, enjoying the still fucked you look on your face.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned so we can go to bed”, Leo said, always letting one hand stay on you as he reached for the soap.

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muikitoo · 4 months

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Their favourite physical part of you!

Rottmnt x gn! reader

Warnings:

Includes both sfw and nsfw(not direct action) the nsfw only goes for the future versions of the turtles!

A/N:

I finally posted! Shocker i know. I didnt have any ideas but this js popped up cuz i used to love hc like these. I've never written for gn reader so pls give some tips, ty!

Sfw:

Donnie

- This dude likes your hands. He likes when you hold hands and how they fit perfectly in his.

- he LOVES to play with them too, especially when he has nothing to do or when hes stressed.

- Even tho he isnt big on physical touch, he LOVES when u hold his face. But i feel like he would actually enjoy it as long as it isnt unexpected or when hes irritated!

- he would probably try and sneakily hold ur hand around family without anyone noticing bc he will not hear the end of it (*cough cough* Leo.)

- probably zones out while watching u do anything with ur hands (paint, write, even fiddle with random stuff)

- you probably have him melting if u ever try and give his shoulders a gentle massage with your hands

- in short, he loves ur hands and holds them any chance he gets cuz hes touch starved af.

Bonus: you guys probably have some morse code and he taps his fingers a certain way if he feels uncomfortable and wants you to leave the room with him.

Leo

- i think its obvious he would like your hair.

- He loves playing with your hair when you guys are cuddling.

- will style your hair. Maybe even ask Mikey to join in too. Youll probably end up with atleast 50 hair clips by the end of it.

- if u have long pretty hair u bet he WILL DRAMATICALLY SOB once u cut it off, but he loves it regardless.

- melts and grins like an idiot if u dye it blue. Brags to his brothers about it.

- "guys look! See? See? They love me so much they dyed their hair blue!"

- low-key jealous u have hair..

- I also hc that he loves ur arms too!

- oh lord dont get me started on the arms. If you're a bit muscular and u start flexing/training he would be dead. Gone. In the grave.

- even so he would love to have you wrap your arms around him

- dude wants to be babied so badly

Mikey

- ADORES your smile and your eyes.

- he loves how your eyes lit up when youre excited. Or the way a smile keeps up on your lips when you talk about something your passionate about.

- your sweet giggles are heavenly atp.

- loves loves loves loves the way u praise him when he creates something.

- you have this boy head over heels.

- the way you look at him with complete love in your eyes makes him want to sob on the SPOT.

- you're so adorable he just wants to kiss u on the spot (cuteness aggression atp)

- he js wants to see you happy :(

Raph

- i feel like he would also like your hands. Theyre so small compared to his.

- Loves everything atp, tho he does get scared. Especially if you're smaller than him. Hes so scared that he'll crush you!

- probably likes your cheeks.

- bro would squish and cup them then just slightly nuzzle your noses.

- gets flustered when you cup his cheeks too

NSFW‼️ Aged up!

If you do not wish to see any of this, please exit!

Thighs, chest or ass?

F! Donnie

- if i have to be completely 100% honest? He doesnt care about any. At all. Just loves you.

- but if i had to give an answer for sake of these hc? thighs. No words. Just thighs.

- loves it when you crush his head between them.

- will grip your thighs, leaving slight marks but not enough to actually hurt you. He doesnt want that.

- loves leaving marks and kisses on them.

- if hes stressed because of a failed project, he'll just lay between your thighs in your shared bed. Occasionally giving a small nibble here and there.

- If you're wearing short shorts, good luck.☠️ Do not expect slow and passionate Donnie.

F! Leo

- all of the above.

- mostly an ass and chest guy.

- He would probably slap your ass occasionally, but not hard enough to hurt you. Again, he hates that.

- but if you beg him to do that? He'll be hesitant but if you beg hard enough he might.

- leaves bite marks.

- I did say he loves your arms and when you flex them, but he also loves your chest.

- your gender doesnt matter. He notices you panting and your chest rising up and down?

- Lord. This man does not know is he wants to dominate you or be dominated.

- Loves trailing teasing kisses and slight bites up and down your chest.

- Loves to cum on your chest and ass. He thinks you look so pretty.

- still wants to shove his face in your thighs tho

F! Mikey

- Again, he probably doesnt care either. He loves you regardless of your body.

- He just wants to make you feel loved.

- But again, for the sake of this - i think he'd be a chest and thighs guy.

- Loves laying on your chest, loves leaving kisses and bites.

- nuzzles his face either on your chest or on the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

- hes so sweet, but will shamelessly cum on your chest. Especially when youre giving him head.

- he loves your thighs, doesnt care if theyre small or big.

- he thinks theyre so soft<3

F! Raph

- Waist. And belly. Forget everything above, just waist.

- Again, bros scared he will crush you. Especially since hes much much much larger now.

- He really doesn't want to hurt you :(

- He loves to grab your waist. Its so tiny compared to his giant hands.

- Dont get me started with the belly. Chubby or not he loves squishing the soft flesh on your belly.

- covers it with his cum.

- He loves it.

Important!

I just wanted to say these are not meant to be accurate, these are js what i think the rise turtles would like physically! I struggled a LOT with mikey and raph.

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evanhamato · 2 months

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OK, I have a personal headcannon that the turtles are super tall- like- raph is 10f ish, Donnie 8ft, leo a little shorter, and Mikey is at LEAST 6ft.

So the turtles interacting with the world being tall mf's and as well as their s/o (like throwing them over their shoulder or air jailing them

Bounus points is S/O is short by normal standards.

THIS IS NOT MENT TO BE SMUT. At all. I request wholesome and Mischievous content.

Well wishes: SBF🐍

[ Ankle Biter ]

Future!ROTTMNT x GN!Reader who is short

A/N: i assume you meant the future turts? im so sorry if this is wrong! we're gonna assume the reader is between 5'0 - 5'3! thank you for requesting SBF!! <3

Relationship: Romantic

TW: Fluff, kisses, cuddling, slight panic (?), affectionate teasing.

Future Raph

He adores your short size.

Hug? You get a bear hug regardless of how gentle he is.

Cuddling? No, weighted blanket in the form of a humanoid turtle.

Kisses? He has to bend over or pick you up to do so.

He gets a little anxious in crowds.

Being so tall means you can see everyone so, you'll be easy to spot, right?

No, not when everyone blurs together.

He once lost you at a festival and...

It was not pretty for the other turtles.

Certainly. Not pretty.

Future Leo

One word.

Air jail.

Your crimes are condemned to punishment, being held like a soggy cat for 5 minutes.

You are also an arm extension.

Something (surprisingly) too high to grab?

Fetch it for him.

If you guys are hanging out with shared friends, he ALWAYS has to sweep you of your feet.

Show-off.

That is until you start to rebel.

When you start to rebel, the only thing Leo can do is pray.

Future Donnie

Height doesn't really affect you two.

Kisses are a little harder but, Donnie is flexible.

Plus, carrying all those junkyard scraps beefed him up a little.

Along with training and fighting.

However, he doesn't hesitate to bring up your height in banter.

"I'm not sure how your opinion matters when you still aren't fully grown. Oh wait, you are."

Simply uses his robotic arms to shove you away once he gets your temper going.

Aside from that, he thinks its a convivence that you are short.

He's making something for you? Less materials used compared to his brothers.

He's also more lenient on repairs or replacements when it comes to you for the same reasons.

Future Mikey

Lets be real, if anyone is gonna tease you the most, it's Mikey.

Backtalk? On top of the fridge you go.

"Are you sure you don't need a stool to see? Just making sure."

He is so smug about it.

Growing up the shortest, it's funny to see the tables turn on someone else.

But he makes sure to never go to far, no feelings will be wounded by Dr. Feelings himself.

He really likes you on his shoulders, a simple lean and it's easy to kiss you.

Nicknames. It's always the nicknames.

With the teasing also comes the politeness.

Doors opened for you, stuff moved out the way, he can't have the ankle biter themself getting hurt!

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notjustdragonspages · 4 months

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#wanted to test out making glitches :3 #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donatello #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanart #art #f!donnie #f!don #future Donatello #rottmnt future donnie x reader #rise future donnie

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sweaterrat · 4 months

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When ur wife dies so you make an ai copy of her lolz 😋

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fishsticksloser · 4 months

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Can I request a reader x Future Donnie where Reader is being very stubborn and refusing to let him leave cuddles to work? Like clinging onto him, hanging off of him, etc etc just silly n fluffy?

-Shadow

Self-Care

F!Donnie x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, Donnie is upset, fluff, exasperated Donatello, Kraang future, Donnie needs rest, swearing

A/N: Another late post? Crazy.... I'm very sorry it's so late...

"Donnie?" You ask softly, your hands gently resting on his softshell. You press a soft kiss to the nape of his neck, his body tensing at your touch. His concentration breaks for a moment, turning his head to glance at you, a mix of surprise and irritation in his eys.

"Can't you see I'm in the middle of something here?" He snaps, his voice laced with annoyance. He tries to shrug your hands from his shell, not wanting any distractions. "I've got important work to do, so please, just let me focus." His words come out curt and dismissive, as if he's already moved from the brief interruption.

"You're tense..." You sigh, your hands moving to his shoulders. Donnie's body stiffens even more, his irritation growing.

"I said I don't need your help," he grumbles, his voice strained. "I'm perfectly capable of handling my own stress." His words come out sharp, laced with frustration. Despite his resistance, a small part of him secretly enjoys your touch, but he refuses to let it show.

"Obviously." Considering you haven't eaten all day... Or actually slept in 3." You point out, a tiny hint of sarcasm in your voice.

Donnie's eyes widen in surprise as you pull him away from his desk, effectively blocking his access to his work. He looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity, his irritation momentarily overshadowed by your actions.

"What are you doing?" He asks, a slight flicker of concern in his eyes. "I told you, I have important work to do. I don't have time for this." Deep down he knows you're right about his lack of self-care, but he's too stubborn to admit it.

"Bed. Now." You point over to your bedroom down, remaining firm as you know the excuses that will come from the stubborn turtle. Donnie's eye narrow at your words, his frustration growing once again.

"Excuse me?" He retorts, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Last time I checked, you don't get to boss me around." He crosses his arms, his stubborness rising to the surface. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myslef, thank you very much. I don't need you telling me what to do." Despite his defiant words, there's a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, a hint of weariness that he's been trying to hide. He stands, his large form looming over you, but you don't back down. "I won't be treated like a child, and I won't be controlled. So let me get back to work."

"Absolutely not." You shake your head, you hold your ground, letting him know you didn't plan on moving. "Bed now, please."

"I'm not going to bed just because you say so," He answers, his voice firm and resolute. "I have work to do. I can't just abandon all of that because you think I need rest." He crosses his arms over his chest again, his stance unwavering. "I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself. I'm not some fragile creature that needs to be coddled." His words come out with a mix of determination and exasperation, his frustration palpable.

"You're such a stubborn ass..." You hugg, crossing your own arms. You knew he could very easily pick you up and move you, but both of you knew the other wouldn't give up. "You can't do your best if you're tired, if you're not eating. So go to bed."

Donnie's eyes narrow at your remark, his frustration reaching its boiling point. He takes a step closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over you. "Stubborn ass, huh?" He mutters, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Coming from someone who's just as stuborn as me." He shakes his head, a mix of irritation and admiration playing across his features. "I don't need you to tell me what's best for me," his voice defiant. "I know my limits, and I know how to push myself. I've been doing it my whole life." His voice tinged with stubborn pride, unwilling to admit he needs a break.

"I'm not going to let exhaustion or hunger stop me from doing what needs to get done." He takes another step closer, his voice lowering to a dangerous growl. "So, if you think you can boss me around and make me do what you want, you're sorely mistaken." He locks eyes with you, a challenge burning in his gaze. "If you want me to rest, you're going to have to make me."

"You know I can't..." You whisper, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Donnie. Please, you're destroying yourself by keeping this up. You haven't slept, you haven't eaten." Your hands hesitantly rise to cup his face, he doesn't pull away, allowing your hands to find their normal place on his cheeks. You see his nose wrinkle, anger filling his eyes. "I know you probably think I'm mean and you probably hate me right now. I honestly don't care what you call me, what you say to me. What matters is your well-being, not me."

Donnie's anger wavers for a moment as he looking into your pleading eyes. He can see the genuine concern etched across your face, and it gives hiim pause. Your words strike a nerve, resonating with a part of him that he often tries to bury beneath his stubbornness and pride. He takes a deep breath, his features softening slightly, but his guard remains up.

"Don't pretend like you know what's best for me," he mutters, his voice filled with vulnerability and defiance. His gaze flickers away from your, his jaw set in a stubborn line. "I can't afford to rest, to be weak. The Kraang won't wait for us to catch our breaths." He hesitates, his eyes darting back to you, his voice quieter. "I appreciate your concern. I know you're just trying to look out for me. Maybe... Maybe I've been too hard-headed."

"Fine." He finally conceds, his voice softer. "I'll rest. I'll eat." His lips quick into a small, weary smile. "But only because you asked, not because you're right. Got it?" he raises his an eyebrow, a hint of his usual sass returning.

As Donnie retreats to the bedroom, his mind is filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions. The weight of his own stubbornness and pride weigh heavily on his shoulders, and he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for pushing you away. But the scientist in him, the part that is driven by the need to protect his family and defeat the Kraang tells him that he must priotize his work.

In the bedroom, he sits on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. He knows he needs to rest, he knows that he can't continue pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion. But the fear of failure, the fear of letting his family down, gnaws at him. He want to prove himself, to be the one that saves the day, and he's afraid that if he takes a step back, he'll lose that chance.

His mind races, thoughts and emotions colliding in the chaotic mess. He knows he loves you, he knows you care about him deeply, but the tangled mess of his own insecurities prevents him from fully expressing it. He wants to reach out to you, offer some form of comfort, but he can't bring himself to do it.

Donnie's head turns as he hears the sound of the bedroom door opening. He freezes for a moment, his eyes locking on yours as you step into the room. There's a flicker of surprise in his gaze. He wasn't expecting you to follow him, to bridge the distance that had frown between you.

For a few heartbeats, the room is filled with heavy silence, hsi gaze searching yours as if trying to decipher your intentions. His lips part, as if he wants to speak, but he hesitates, uncertain of what to say.

Finally he breaks the silence, his voice tingerd with longing. "I... I didn't expect you to come in here," he admits, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before returning to meet yours. "I... I guess I thought you needed space from me. But if you're here, maybe we can talk. Maybe I can try to explain, try to make you understand." His voice cracks slightly, the vulnerability seeping through the cracks of his usually composed exterior. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he's about to say.

"I'm sorry," He admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for pushing you away, for not being able to fully express... Everything.I care about you, more than I can put into words. But sometimes... Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my own fears that I forget to show it." His eyes never leave yours as he continues, his voice sincer and desperate. "I don't want to lose you. I don't want to be the reason you're hurting. I'm trying, I really am, to find a balance."

He reaches out tentaively, his hands overing in the space between you. "I don't know if you still want me, if you still belive in us. But if you do... If you're willing to give me another chance, I promise I'll work on showing you how much you mean to me." His hands tremble slightly, the vulnerability palpable. "Please," he whispers, his voice filled with hope and fear. "Please tell me we can find a way back to each other."

You step closer, allowing him to grab you hips, pulling you to stand between his legs. You craddle his face gently, shaking your head. "Space? From you?" With a surge of boldness, he leans in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss, pouring all of his love and longing into that single moment. It's a promise, a pledge to fight for your relationship, to never let you doubt his feelings again.

As the kiss lingers, he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. "I love you," he murmurs, his voice vulnerable and full of adoration. "And I'll spend the rest of my life showing you just how much."

"I love you too." You mumble, your lips finding his again, his heart soaring from your words. As your lips find his again, he surrenders himself to the slow tender kiss, a gentle sigh escaping his lips.

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Donnie's eyes flutter open, his mind slowly emerging from the depths of sleep. You whine softly as you feel the bed shift, Donnie sitting up to go back to the lab. You quickly stop the terapin, pulling him back down into bed with you. "Do you have to leave?"

"I have things I need to work on." He admits, his voice laced with regret. "There's always something that needs my attention, somethign I need to fix or improve."

"Well, I'm not allowing it." You huff, moving to lay on top of him. He knew very well that he could easily move you if he so desired, but he didn't.

Donnie lets out a soft chuckle as he wraps his arms around you. "You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" He teases, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But I suppose, I'll stay here a little longer, just for you."

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yandere!donatello x reader. tw; attempted suicide. themes of obsession, violence and kidnapping. proceed with caution!

“you’ve been sitting here for five minutes, and you haven’t touched your dinner… you should eat."

it takes you a few blinks to come back from your dark headspace of static and noise, but you slowly return back to reality. back to the low light of the lab. his voice was like a bitter taste left on the edge of your tongue, but it awoke you from your self-induced daze.

you tugged at the cuffs on your wrist that kept you restrained to the table. your back facing the silver glow of his lab, the light enveloping you like angels scratching at the skin of your back. he noticed your discomfort at the chains and you swear there was a twitch of a smirk ghosting upon his lips.

“it’s for your own good. i can’t have you trying to run off again, can i?”

he doesn't wait for you to respond before adding, “because then you could get seriously injured! or somehow escape! and what would i do without you?”

you want to scoff, but the dry of your throat doesn't allow you to. so, with a voice full of coarse detest, you muttered out a quick “shut up, donatello,” before regretting how shaky the words snaked out of your mouth.

he doesn't reply, only giving a dry chuckle before returning his gaze to his own desk where he continues to work on God knows what.

tonight he gave you chicken, lined with rice and vegetables that you watched his hand crafted machines chop up just minutes before.

“you should eat up, you’ll need the strength for later.” he doesn't look at you as he says this. but you prefer it that way.

you don’t say anything, glaring at the cold metal that dug into your skin. and you don't dare to touch the food even though your stomach aches and twists like a rope, knawing at you for something to eat.

“i’ll be nicer on you with the experiments tonight if you do.”

you reached your free hand up to your neck and traced your fingers over the bruises and scars across your collarbone, slashes across the bone in bane. you swallowed dry air down your throat before breathing out. "you promise?”

“have i ever lied to you, darling?”

“no… but you’ve misled me.”

“i’ve told you before it was for your own good." he spoke as if he was scolding a child, or more so an experiment than a person, and you hated it.

"i suppose it is only in your nature to despise me now, but you'll understand why i'm doing this eventually."

fat fucking chance.

“but enough of my ramblings. eat, please.”

he gestured to the plate in front of you, the plate accompanied by water in a glass and a cheap fork. and by his tone of voice, you knew his words were a demand rather than a request. still you hesitated before picking up the utensil.

you could try again.

try to take yourself out by your own accord. though he might punish you for even thinking about it… the risk worth the promise you're not sure he would even keep in the first place.

...he probably wouldn't keep his word either way. you grasped onto the fork tightly, taking a deep breath and pulling your arm back as far as the chains would let you.

and you stabbed yourself right in the throat.

or at least, you tried.

it stung like a brief needle to the skin, and nothing more. absolutely nothing.

it wasn’t even bleeding…

you hopelessly laughed at yourself, dropping the fork and feeling at your neck, begging for a wound. begging for the bitter sweet touch of blood. you hands grasped around your throat as tight as you could, tears threatening to pour out, but there was no more left to cry.

fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck!

your head felt heavy and your breathing was short, but it didn't do anything to stop the beating of your heart.

he grabbed you hands, pulling them away from you as he chastised you with a dark glint in his eye that you couldn't quite catch in the moment. “you already tried that on our first night.”

“don’t you remember that the utensils are plastic? you don’t think i'd trust you with metal or wooden ones, do you?”

“..no..”

“it didn’t work the first time. did you really think it would work this time?”

“...no...”

“you poor, poor thing. we’ll deal with this later.”

we’ll deal with this later... your breathing was harsh at the intentions his words lead to. it was uncomfortable to even blink, you felt a migraine seeping into your head.

"now, eat." you didn't have the energy to fight anymore with your stomach burning your insides at the stake.

you picked up the fork again, hesitating for a moment. but without another word, you began to eat.

the worst thing about donatello, besides your relationship with him, the experiments tested on you for his own sick work of mind... was that the cooking was good. really, really good.

but he would never touch his own work. he would always place a plate of food for you, and never for him.

he told you he didn’t like to eat, he didn’t need to, he claimed. he often didn't sleep, either.

fucking hypocrite.

he watched you with glee, his eyes lighting up like flames shaping burning glass. watching you indulge in the only pleasure you have besides sleep.

he smirked as you struggled to bring the fork to your lips, both from the shackle and from the feeling of past pain.

“is it good?”

you don’t allow him an answer, not indulging him with more than what you're forced to.

you reached for the water and slowly drank. the cold stung your throat with relief and a painful cough.

tomorrow is another day.

you could try again.

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everythingbutdragons · 5 months

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What if Donnie hurt you-

You were furious. And heart broken.

Pacing in your room as tears streamed down your cheeks you growled, a sound people had teased you about when you were younger- but you prefered making the noise in place of hurting yourself.

Shaking your hands out you finally paused in front of your bed before curling up and laying down on it. You were a mass of pillows and blankets by the time you were done, small sniffles the only sound in the room. The reason you were so upset was because of Donnie. He had pushed you away- saying that he didnt want you around anymore. You were too much of a distraction. He had yelled in your face. It was right after Raph had passed away.

"Donnie?" You knocked on the thick doors to his lab, peeking your head around the corner to see him hunched over his desk. He seemed to be muttering to himself before coming to a conclusion he clearly didnt like. Slamming his fist down on his desk he stood up abruptly before throwing the various blueprints and small trinkets from his desk to slam into the wall. You jumped from the sound.

Threatening clicking emitted from him as he seethed, still looming over his desk. You shuffled closer, coming closer till you stood about 5 feet away from him. "Donnie...?"

"Get out," he hissed, still not looking at you.

"Donnie come on. I want to help you- lets just take a break-" you reached for his arm only to have him slap it away from him before he was in your face. His piercing amber eyes stabbed into yours, pinning you to where you stood.

"I said. Get. Out. You and your breaks are always there, an obstical in front of whatever im trying to finish. You are a distraction. I cant have any distractions. This resistance is too valuable," he jabbed a finger into your chest, baring his teeth. "I shouldnt have taken that break with you before the mission. I could have triple checked everything. Maybe-maybe i could have prepared better! Maybe he would still be alive!" At this point you were in tears, cowering as he shouted in your face.

"I said get out! I dont need you!"

You heard the creak of the door to your room followed by heavy footsteps. You tensed but didnt move from your hiding spot. All anger was now replaced by fear. Had he come to yell at you again? Was he going to hit you again?

You whimpered when you saw his legs stop infront of your bed, hiding futher under the covers. All of a sudden you felt youself being picked up, an arm scooping you and holding you into his chest. Donnie pressed his snout into your hair, cooing at you as he sat on your bed. Immediately breaking down into tears once more you buried your face in his chest.

"I'm sorry... I know, I'm so sorry, love... you didnt deserve that," he whispered, pressing kisses to your temple. "Shh.. I'm here baby..."

You sniffled, looking up at him with tear filled eyes. "B-but you s-said you didnt need me anymore... y-you hit me.."

You felt Donnie freeze, his breath stopping for a moment. It was then you registered that he was crying to. And despite what he'd done and how anyone else would be very mad, you knew he'd already get his ass handed to him by his brothers, and you couldnt be mad. He probably was already hating himself in his head right now.

"Hey," you cupped his cheeks and tried to turn his head so he'd look at you. When he still didnt meet your eyes you continued anyway.

"Hey, i forgive you. You were grieving Donnie- heck, you still are- it can make people do bad things. That doesnt make you bad. And i still love you." You kissed his forehead and after you pulled away he was finally looking at you. "It's not okay yet. You will have to make it up to me with many cuddles and BREAKS so your mental health doesnt get worse on me. But i do forgive you."

Donnie and you sniffled at the same time, earning you his wonderful laugh. He squeezed you tighter in his arms. "I'm so lucky to have you love..."

"Yes, yes you are. We need to work on your emotional skills, mister."

"We can save that for a later date," he grinned at you, laying down and spooning you as he huffed into your hair. "Right now im in the mood for a break."

I was in an angsty mood okay-

Orginally I wanted an excuse to punch Donnie but then I just wanted to be held.

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