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moxfirefly · 3 years

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Could you do a Donatello x Criminal!Reader fic?

The Reader could be like a mastermind the turtles have been trying to take down but to no avail. Donnie has significant feels for her but keeps it to himself, but his brothers know him too well and know what's going on. Times when Donnie fights her, he tries to convince her to turn a new leaf, but she refuses.

I saw a one-shot similar to this before and wanna see more of it. So, that's why I'm asking you for this request. I understand if you don't want to write this. I love your work!

I’ve had this swimming in my head for a while and honestly it’s sooooo right up my alley that I can’t help it. I’m taking a few liberties here and there so I hope you don’t mind.

TW: Toxic relationship elements/Violence/Blood/NSFW Themes

Disclaimer: I do not stand for these types of toxic af relationship but I do enjoy reading fictional material on it and I’m very into writing as well. So please understand if this isn’t your cup of tea, it’s all gucci my dudes.

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Donatello doesn’t remember the last time he had bled so much.

Enough for the constant tap tap of it falling on the floor to irritate him. Because that’s the most he could deem it to be, irritation, probably annoyance.

At the most hatred.

He doesn’t consider himself a hateful or spiteful person but the last couple of months have proven different.

Once he’s patched himself up, cleaned the blood from the floor and himself, he’s back at his Hub. Each monitor displaying news reports from various channels on what had happened just a few hours prior to his little self loathing monologue. They were licking wounds, not just him.

This wasn’t supposed to be the case, a worst case scenario is usually adverted.

This time just wasn’t the way.

Four well known banks. In four different boroughs. All went up in flames, and so did anything around it. Dividing themselves up was the only option, there wasn’t much they could do about the fire but civilians needed help, the police needed help.

Donnie still smells charred flesh around him and he truly hopes the scent will leave him be.

Because clearly you’re not going to.

Aside from the nights event playing before him, he’s got another monitor running cellphone towers on each of the numbers you’ve called him. It’s not to say you haven’t used the occasional burner phone but at times, to mock, you have called him from very close by.

Because you know he can’t get to you, for obvious reasons.

And for other little nagging reasons clawing in the back of his head.

Six distinct mugshots in front of him, all of you, various moments in your life. The oldest has you stated at fourteen.

Fourteen.

What fucking fourteen year old gets arrested for arson?

The most recent mugshot shows the progression of your criminal enterprise. Arson escalated all the way to homicide.

And those bodies piling up today are just more numbers for you.

Donnie has read everything, and he does mean everything, he could get his hands on when it comes to you. The Juvenile Detention records, your lengthy stay at Bedford Hills Correctional, after some loopholes and bad handlings of evidence you drop out of the radar for three years.

The calendar closest to him, annotated in red ink, marks the one year anniversary of your appearance in these crimes.

The appearance is his life.

Donnie eliminates the mugshots and leaves the most recent, which has you at twenty nine. From fourteen to twenty nine, all the mayhem, a three year hiatus and you’re back.

His fists tighten, each possibility isn’t good enough to be backed up with what he has so far.

And to add more salt to his wounds, his phone begins to ring.

Naturally the caller I.d says Unknown in its bold threatening letters. That big logical side of him screams for him to ignore it, that there’s no use in allowing you to boast in that sweet voice of yours.

But it’s autopilot by now, sliding his thumb over it and hearing that little chuckle in his ears fester.

“Hi there handsome, hope you didn’t have a hard time tonight” You love pretending that this is a normal relationship, the tone only serves to make Donnie dig nails into the palms of his hands.

“A burning building constitutes a hard night, but then again if you liked me so much you wouldn’t have me running around like this” Donnie’s voice is calm, he always tries to be calm with you.

“Well I do love watching you run around” You bite your lip on the other end.

The sound of what must be a door slamming open makes Donnie raise a brow ridge.

“Getting cozy after a nights worth of destroying lives?” His calm voice turns just a smidge bitter and it’s enough to make you laugh.

And that sound shouldn’t sound so pretty.

“A girls gotta get her beauty rest, Don” You know how much he hates it when you use his nickname, you aren’t family, you aren’t anything to him. “I’d leave a window open for you, but I’m sure my guys did a number on you, I only hope they didn’t ruin that pretty face of yours” Something being dropped on the floor catches Donnie’s attention.

“Just a few cuts, not the usual damage you’re capable of” He gets up, imputing some info on the file he’s created for you. “I knife you once and you still don’t let me live it down, come on baby I did say I was sorry” You unzip the bag and smile at the contents inside.

Donnie palms the scar on his thigh, a permanent reminder of you.

“Let me make it up to you, hmm?” You reach inside the bag, holding the phone against your cheek and shoulder.

“Start by turning yourself in and we’re on the right track” Donnie watching the bright red button on the display that signals to him the recording of the conversation going on. “Too easy, where’s the fun in that? How about…” There’s sounds of you yanking something heavy and a sigh.

“I signal you where I am… with another fun little explosion?” You eye the pipe bomb lovingly, enjoying the sounds of shuffling on the other end. “Don’t! Don’t…look, no cops, not my brothers, you and me alright?” Donnie suiting up again as quickly as possible.

“Baby I can’t just send you a pin, this is a Nokia for fucks sake, besides you look so handsome illuminated by fire” You twirl the pipe bomb and walk over to the window.

“No weapons. I promise, just… we just talk” Donnie knows reasoning is futile with you but he needs to delay this.

There’s a pause in which he almost believes you’ve hung up but the smack of your lips alerts him otherwise.

“The Dakota, you’ve got half an hour with me and it won’t be cheap” You grin, enjoying how he’s cussing under his breath. The sound of keys jingling make you laugh. “Don’t make me wait long, feeling needy” You toss the phone out the window.

Donnie’s sure he broke several traffic violations on his way here but he can’t trust you to get bored enough to blow something else up. His mind is firing out possibly scenarios, things he has to handle before you his thoughts stray and your hands get to him. He always shaken the thoughts out several times on his way up to the building, the squared courtyard was thankfully free of people and the eerie calmness settled in the pit of his stomach.

“You say no weapons and yet, who’s got the stick on their back… well, shell” The cold wind blows, your hair moves with it and it still guts Donnie that someone so beautiful, can do such ugly things.

“Level with me, are you completely unarmed?” Donnie approaches you, and the two of you meet in the middle, a few inches of separation but enough that he can catch every detail he’s studied in your various mugshots. It feels rather odd, to know so many details of a person he’s met just a handful of times.

It doesn’t stop from his stomach telling him this is a bad idea.

And christ, he’s really trying to ignore his dick on top of that.

You’re beautiful. It’s plain and simple and maybe it’s the nonstop following he does, chasing after you like it’ll solve things. You’ve seeped into his psyche many a night he spent trailing your latest criminal affairs. Donnie eats, drinks and sleeps you, you’re a bad habit and everyone’s started to notice.

Your laughters brings him back.

“Am I boring you Stretch? Here I thought you’d be thrilled to see me” You take another slow step, venturing into personal space. Donnie wants to push away the fact that he smells your perfume, something soft to the senses. He holds his ground, only mildly tensing when you press a digit to his chest. “Can I be a little honest with you?” Your voice drops to above a whisper. Donnie raises a brow ridge but remains quiet so as to let you continue.

“You’re a fucking freak, but I’m not lying when I say you’re cute… I love monsters” A sour word and yet why does it vibrate with his brain? Why does it sink deeper into his flesh and makes a little rush of excitement hit him where it shouldn’t? That finger circles around his chest plate, a soft decent towards his stomach. “Tell me…” That voice hits him, it’s a little too sultry for the mock flirting you usually provide him with. “Can you fuck a human? Or is your ‘downstairs’ not equipped for that?” He doesn’t mean to do it, not like he should care, but he grips your wrist a lot more tightly than he would anybody. He relishes your wince, your twisted smile showing hints of pain.

He isn’t prepared for you to enjoy that.

“It’s always the quiet ones, huh? That big bastard in red may be a hot head oh but you Donnie boy… I bet you’re the scariest of the bunch” You’re pushing buttons, you know you don’t stand a chance again ask him one on one but it’s not about that. Donnie doesn’t want to say anything, he wants to hear your wrist give a deafening crunch, he wants you to pay for all the senseless violence and carnage you’ve caused.

Donnie sees it before it happens, the way you stomp your boot and an honest to goodness knife protrudes from the tip of your boot. He manages to counter the attack, blocking your thigh with a shove of his forearms and when he sees you try to make for something inside your coat, he barely registers picking you up and slamming you on the ground. It’s the momentum, it takes him down with you. He manages to pin both your arms down, his weight on your legs. You snarl, try to kick but it’s futile, he’s stronger and bigger.

Which only makes you go from pissed to amused, to just plainly laughing.

“You’re so much fun, I’d really hate for us to break up someday” You quit struggling, the wind picks up and blows the tails of his purple mask. Donnie watches your eyes follow them, sees the crinkle in your eyes when something fascinates you, he’s seen it when you set places on fire. He feels those very flames tickle him, head south in his body and the way you arch up against him only makes matters worse. He wonders what normal you would’ve been, what a good version of you would’ve aspired to be. His hands slowly let go, they shake ever so lightly with the realization that this doesn’t end well no matter what world you’re both placed in. It breaks him, it honest to goodness breaks him.

“So we do this until you’re caught? Until you piss off the wrong people?-“

“Until I get your hands around my throat? And you squeeze till it’s too late?” You cut him off, that pretty smile that haunts him present and malicious.

Your palms land at his belt, fingertips teasing scaled flesh. “Or maybe….”

His hands shake again, throat so terribly dry it physically hurts him to swallow.

Donnie’s much bigger hands came to rest over yours, he wants to yank them off of him. It guts him how easily he engulfs them with his much bigger hands. Logic makes him push them off of him, makes me stand up and back away.

But the look on your face says it all, you know.

And you know, she knows.

“Don’t be a stranger, Donatello” You watch him leave, disappear into the night as your laughter echoes in the wind. It rings in his ears.

Don finds his way to the truck and climbs in still shaking. This was all exactly what you wanted, more gas for the flames, more ways to torture him with your newfound knowledge.

Your voice and his name are on repeat in his brain and inside the quiet of the truck, he growls.

He growls and shoves his hand down his pants and grips his hardening cock. He wants to forget you, forget the very second he saw you, forget the countless hours spent trying to stop you.

He wants to furiously stop tugging at his dick too, but it seems to be a night of ‘no’s’ for him. Donnie leans his head on the steering wheel, he bites down hard on his lip to chastise his behavior, to inflict some pain in his actions. He’s fully hard and leaking by the time that his brain floats back to the feeling of your hands on his belt, to the nics and burns that scar here an there. The fantasy of feeling them wrap around his cock, or having your fingers shoved into his mouth…

His hand speeds up, whimpering with every harsh stroke he gives himself. You can’t do this, you can’t torture him day in and day out. You can’t nest yourself in his bones, there’s no scenario where this ends well, ends happy. When his phone starts buzzing he knows it’s Leo or Raph, he ducked out in a hurry while they were in the Needle room, his absence must of been noticed by now. He wants the ringing to bring him back from his clouded mind, to erase the image of himself fucking you with a hand around your throat. He tries to to shove his free hand in front of his cock when he cums, try to catch as much of the excess as he can but it’s futile, he’s made a mess on the trucks floor and his pants.

He breaths in slowly, exhales roughly.

The beeps are messages, he catches the ‘r u alright???’ from Mikey.

Donnie can’t help but think to himself that no…

He isn’t alright at all.

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pandorasmidnight · 3 years

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A Cute Addition

Donatello x Pregnant Reader

PS: I know nothing about child birth so forgive any mistakes and a big thanks to my first requester @yanderelover62 , I hope you like it 😃 and also sorry it took so long to post.

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☆ Warnings: Mentions of blood and child birth, loss of consciousness, mentions of pain, etc.

☆ Category: Fluff

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It's not like you weren't prepared or anything, no no, far from it. You and Donnie had been on edge for weeks now and could really use a break from the panic and nervousness. You weren't due for another couple days, so what better than a nice, calm drive in the Shellraiser to break the stress chain?

You were driving around for about 2 hours, listening to the radio, playing road games and any other activities you could think of to pass the time.

All was going well, until that first stabbing pain started. Your wince of pain didn't go unnoticed by Donnie, who quickly asked if you were ok. You told him you were and it was just the baby kicking a bit hard.

It happened about two more times before he slowed the vehicle and immediately bombarded you with questions.

You were already on a desolate road so no worry of an accident occurring.

A feeling of wetness on your seat tells you all you need to know.

"Donnie. This kid wants out, now."

"N-now? What do you mean now?!" His voice rose in pitch, showing his fear.

"I don't know Einstein, you tell me?!"

Another grunt of pain leaves you and he finally absorbs the fact that you're in labour.

"Look I'm sorry I snapped at you but this is really difficult to manage, it's not everyday another entity tries to shove passed my uterus."

He makes one of the sharpest U-turns he's ever made in response.

"Ok we can do this just get back to the lair and have you push them out right?" The panic which is very prominent in his voice, is slowly spreading to you when you realize the child is adamant about it's decision.

"D-donnie, I don't think I can make it till then." He takes in your slouched form and seems to sober up a little.

He stops the truck and runs to the back to set up a makeshift bed. He opens your door and carries you there, making doubly sure that you're comfortable.

"Alright love so I need you to do your breathing exercises ok? Just in and out on every count of three, ready?"

You nod despite the pain in your lower abdomen and start regulating your breathing.

He grabs some gloves that were conveniently laying on the dash and tries to calm his nerves.

"Ok, so I'm gonna need you to start pushing when I say."

He moves away the restricting clothing and gives the instruction.

After the first hour passes, he declares the sight of the baby's head, which would have been a relief if the child had been smaller.

The process though long and tiring, did result in your child finally experiencing the world and a very pale but relieved Donnie.

"They're so beautiful," he says as the baby grabs his finger for comfort.

"Look darling they have your-....Y/N?"

Your unconscious form on full display laying on the bloodied towel sends warning bells in his head once more, because birth is a complicated process on its own for humans, but in your case it's way more problematic.

"Crap, I-uh mean crude! Can't have you learning these bad words now can we?"

The baby gives a noise of amusement which makes him crack a nervous smile.

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The world slowly comes into focus and you recognize the room you're in. The soreness of your legs tells you excessive movement is not an option.

The opening of the door prompts you to look at the individual who enters. You're greeted with the sight of your partner holding your child and you form a tired smile in response.

"How are you feeling?"

"Been better. How are they, all checks out?"

"Yup, a healthy little darling produced by both of us."

"Hmm that's great."

"Do you wanna, y'know, hold them? I mean you did go through two hours of labour just to see them."

"Uh yeah sure."

You reach for your child with shaky arms and once securely leaning against you, they begin scanning your face. They were completely silent, looking for anything that would mean potential unease.

You sensing their motives, crack a smile and tickle their side and with an arch of their back, they let out a squeal of laughter making both parents smile brighter.

"Haaaaa, that could have been a disaster."

"What do you mean?"

"Our baby actually hating their mother, just because of a funny face you could have pulled."

"I wouldn't have done that."

"Love with all do respect, I've known and loved you for all this time and I can safely say you make some of the weirdest faces with even realizing it. I have photos for proof too, if you want evidence."

He whips out his phone and clicks on the first few pictures. He shows you pictures from the day before, when you were eating another weird combination of food, that wasn't exactly what you thought it would be. Another one being when you were watching a sad movie and had your face scrunched up in what looked like disgust, but you clearly remembered being sad during that time.

"Alright, alright I get it."

You pushed the face out of your face, which makes him chuckle.

"Hehe, oh looks like someone's hungry."

At that moment you register your child squirming and fussing, with their cute scrunch of their nose.

"Oh um, I-uh"

After some trial and error, you finally had them calm and fed, which only left sleep as their other option. You could feel your own drowsiness washing over you, Donnie noticing this, climbs into bed beside you and lays your child on his plastron.

"Get some rest love, you've had quite the experience tonight."

You could barely hear what he had said since you were already on the dreamland express. Your dreams filled with your new addition to the family and all the excitement to come.

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