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raphaelsrightarm · 4 months

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

Break

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

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Warnings: Smut, 18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re quiet today.”

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

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

“Oh?”

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

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

“You don’t want to take a break?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, they began saying their goodbyes.

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

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

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

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

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cowabungacafe · 2 months

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Serenity in Silence

prompt --"Putting their foreheads together and just being content with each other's presence"

The lair was filled with the soft hum of machinery as Donatello returned from his nightly experiments, his mind still buzzing with calculations and theories. But as he entered the living area, his gaze immediately found you, sitting peacefully by the workbench, a serene expression on your face.

Without a word, you approached him, your presence a calming influence amidst the chaos of his thoughts. Donatello's heart swelled with affection as he closed the distance between you, a silent understanding passing between you as you stood face to face.

With a soft sigh, Donatello gently pressed his forehead against yours, a wordless gesture of love and reassurance. In that moment, the world outside seemed to fade away as you both found solace in each other's presence.

The weight of his scientific inquiries seemed to lift off his shoulders as he leaned into you, finding comfort in the warmth of your embrace. In your shared silence, he could feel the depth of your connection, the strength of your bond, and he knew that as long as you were by his side, he could unravel any mystery that came his way.

For a moment, time stood still as you stood there, your foreheads pressed together in silent solidarity. It was in moments like these that Donatello realized just how much you meant to him, how much he cherished the quiet moments shared between the two of you.

Reluctantly, you eventually pulled back, but Donatello's hand found yours, his grip gentle yet firm as he looked into your eyes with a sense of profound gratitude.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice soft with emotion. "For always being here for me."

And as you stood there together, basking in the serenity of each other's presence, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as you had Donatello by your side, you would always find solace in the shared moments of tranquility you found together.

#tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donnie 2016 #tmnt donatello 2016 #tmnt donnie 2014 #tmnt donatello 2014 #tmnt fluff #tmnt bayverse #tmnt x reader #bayverse donnie #bayverse donatello #bayverse donatello x reader #bayverse donnie x reader #cowabungacafe

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theunholyrogue · 1 year

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how the boys react to you getting injured (bayv tmnt x reader)

18+ drabble on scenarios that just entered mah brain :3 enjoy~

tw: reader injury, stabb!ng/sl!cing skin, po!son!ng, guns/being shot, limbs being broke, bones, gore, blood, brief death, you get the point

🩵Leonardo🩵

You had underestimated the situation as soon as you stepped foot onto the rooftop. You had previously assumed that the Shredder had already been defeated and with good intentions, went to check on your terrapin friends and make sure they were okay. However, flying daggers in every direction caught your attention and led you to dodging them. The adrenaline pumping through your body led you to believe that you were doing an amazing job at avoiding being stabbed by the knives, for the most part. However, the collapse of the tower a-top Sacks laboratory, a quick escape to the previously mutilated lair, and a premature celebration occur before the adrenaline started to wear off and led to pings of pain across your body from various paper-cut like slices on the surface of your skin. You had yet to notice the large, growing, red spot on your shirt until the leader of the team himself look at you with widen eyes.

Stepping closer to you, he calls your name in a calm, yet stern, tone.

“Why are you bleeding?”

The question caused the rest of the brothers to turn their attention towards you. You looked down at your covered abdomen and pulled your shirt up above the level of the fresh stain, revealing a large stab wound. Donatello’s eyes grew twice their size as he rushed over to you. You felt your body shake from the bottoming out of adrenaline, you had finally noticed how pale your skin had become from the blood loss.

“Oh, that’s no good,” you mumbled, remaining as calm as you could be as Donatello grabbed your arm. You started feeling dizzy, experiencing the effects without adrenaline counteracting them. Leonardo noticed your change of expression as stepped forward, sweeping you into his arms.

“Don, you gotta do something!” Leonardo exclaimed, you could hear the worry in his voice as Donatello waved his arm, telling him to follow behind.

Leonardo stayed beside you after laying you down on Donatello’s freshly cleared off desk, allowing him more room to work on you. You didn’t remember much during that point of time, mostly due to the blood loss and fuzzy mind. You had felt Donatello cleaning the wound with an antiseptic and how he had sewed the wound shut, with Leonardo holding your hands the entire time. Once you were awake enough, you found yourself on Donatello’s bed and Leo sitting on the floor beside you.

“What happened?” You asked, sitting up only to grimace from the sharp pain in both your head and your abdomen.

“You were stabbed by the Shredder. Luckily, Don got you patched up before it got really bad.”

“Have you been here this whole time?”

“Yeah.”

“Awe, I knew you cared about me~.”

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💜Donatello💜

“Chug! Chug! Chug!”

Oh, how peer pressured sucked.

Especially by a bunch of drunken college students.

You were somewhat obsessed with the idea of fitting in with your college crowd, attending all of major sorority and fraternity parties with your room mates, however you were never big on drinking. It had become a big problem across the US with drinks being drugged with a new dangerous party drug so that guys could take girls home and vice versa. So, while your friends drank, you normally just chatted and sipped on drinks that you made yourself, or water.

Tonight, though, you had become the center of attention for the bar in one of the frat parties, all due to peer pressure. You had tried to say no, but nobody was taking it. Regrettably, you drank many of drinks that night and almost instantly felt off. Emotionally screwing your emotions and your ghosts of a roommate, you left the party and went to the closet and safest place you could get to, your home.

Somehow, you knew something about the drinks were off, so as you walked home between the alleyways of New York City, you called your best friend.

“Yello’?”

Donatello answered the phone almost instantly, you weren’t known for calling him so late at night.

“Where are you?” You managed to mutter in your heavily drugged state at this point.

“On patrol— Are you okay?” Donatello asked, the tone in your voice causing him to worry.

Shaking your head, “I think I was roofied. I ain’t feelin’ so hot.”

Donatello nodded, “Alright, I’m on my way.”

He hung up the phone call and quickly tracked your location. You weren’t far, so he darted away from his brothers and in your direction.

You had stopped walking, losing your ability to see straight and leaning against the brick wall next to you for support. You could barely feel your extremities from how numb you were, not to mention that your breathing and heart rate had slowed down beyond the point of okay.

You didn’t realize that you had passed out from lack of oxygen. The drug had caused you to stop breathing, which is how Donatello found you. He called his brothers and alerted them of the situation as he picked you up and rushed to the lair. Dropping you on his bed, he performed chest compressions until you were breathing again, then he hooked you to an IV and ran fluids so that the drug could flush out of your system. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he was mortified seeing you dead.

Once your eyes fluttered open, you looked around and found Don sitting at the opposite end of the bed, his knees tucked into his chest. He had looked up when he felt you move and audibly let out a breath of relief.

“Oh, thank the heavens! I thought I had lost you!!”

You smiled, “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Ignoring why you were put into this situation in the first place, Donatello moved and pulled you into a tight hug.

“I love you so much, don’t ever do that again.”

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❤️Raphael❤️

“Not a damn one of you move!” The man screamed as he pointed a gun around the room at every individual, you included.

You weren’t sure how you pissed off whatever holy entity to have pit you into this situation.

You were just trying to get your new bank account situated when this guy came in demanding money or else he would shoot everybody in the building.

Your heart was pounding, you were in his direct line of sight that you couldn’t even call your guardian and tell them that you loved them, or the turtles and alert them of the situation. You questioned if they would find out through police scanners, or if they would come in time. For now, you stayed standing against the wall with both hands visible to the crazed robber and hoped that any light would shine through.

The robber was getting antsy, impatient, and angry. NYPD had already come onto the scene, leading you to believe that the turtles also knew about the situation. You could hear the police speaking on an intercom, attempting to negotiate with the robber.

The robber, growing angrier and angrier, stomped over to the group of hostages and managed to grab your arm, gripping it tightly and tugging you in front of the glass doors with the gun pressed to your stomach. You felt your heart stop and tears stream down your face, realizing that this might be your last day alive.

“Give me what I want or I start killing these nobodies!!” He screamed, causing you to flinch.

This was the last thing he said before the lights cut off and you felt yourself and the robber being tugged backwards by an unholy force. The robber, shocked, started to fire the rounds from the handgun in all directions. Once the lights cut back on and you saw that the robber was tied up, you ran out of the doors with your arms up, showing the police that you weren’t the robber. They ran up and pulled you aside, away from the scene. Your fight or flight was still activated, causing you to miss the pain in your chest until you collapsed to the ground.

The next thing you knew, you were waking up in a hospital bed. You looked around, immediately grabbing the clear bag with your items in it and checking your phone.

You saw several missed calls and texts from your turtle friends, but mainly from Raphael. You FaceTimed the turtle, with him picking up on the second ring.

“Oh my god, you scared me!”

Raphael answered, sounding furious. In all reality, he was overly worried and fearful that you had been fatally shot by the robber from earlier.

Raphael took your silence as a response and his gaze softened, “Geez, I’m sorry. You had me worried. How are you feeling?”

You nodded, “I doubt I’ll recover mentally from it for a while, although, I didn’t know I got shot,” you grimaced as your chest expanded and collapsed with your breathing. You were shot dead in the sternum, which thankfully didn’t go completely through the bone and puncturing a vital organ of yours.

“You’ll get better. You’re you, you’re tough as nails. Now, get some rest. Love ya,” Raphael stated in a sigh, wishing he could be there for you physically.

“Love ya too,” you replied. “Oh, and thank you,” you continued.

“For what?”

“Saving my life.”

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🧡Michaelangelo🧡

“Please don’t let me go,” you worriedly spoke as you stood on the orange masked turtle’s hoverboard, griping his shoulder’s tightly while he held your waist loosely.

“Don’t worry, I gotchu!” Mikey exclaimed, attempting to explain to you on how to gain your balance on this thing. However, you were you and you weren’t used to a hoverboard that could actually hover in the air. You barely managed to grasp the classic rolling hoverboards.

Once you felt yourself getting more comfortable with the board, you slowly began to let go of the turtle’s shoulder, allowing more freedom between yourself and the hoverboard. Miley was proud of you and overcoming your subtle fear of his board. However, he wasn’t prepared for the sudden slip up of you losing your balance to the board’s attempt to fly around as it normally does, so Mikey’s arms were no longer and your sides and you slipped into the air.

It wasn’t for long until gravity got the best of you and you slipped off of the board from a pretty good distance. Mikey attempted to catch you and you fell too quickly and landed on your arm, an audible snap booming through the nearest vicinity. You cried out from the sudden striking of pain rushing up and down your arm, all the while Mikey profusely apologized.

Donatello heard your scream and immediately went to examining and working on your broken arm, snapping it back into place before wrapping a makeshift cast around the wound.

You thanked Donnie before walking back into the living area, where Michaelangelo was sobbing and blaming himself. You walked over to him and pulled him into a long and fruitful hug.

“Mikey, dude, I’m okay. See my new cast? You can sign it if ya’ want!”

Michaelangelo gazed up at you and then at the cast. “Really?”

You nodded, holding out your arm while he excitedly ran off and back with a sharpie.

‘I love ya! And I’m your bestie! :p’

Miley wrote before pulling you into the longest and biggest hug he could give.

“You’re the best!”

Mikey’s kinda sucks bc i see him as child and also im like falling asleep so i hope you liked it

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curiousaur · 1 year

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a ninja so lethal he's wiping out his cousins one straw at a time

#2k12 donnie contributing to the extinction of his kin with hIS PINKY UP #he doesn't need fancy goggles to kill u... he'll do it w his eyes closed #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt #2007 donnie #2012 donnie #bayverse donnie #rottmnt donnie #tmnt

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 4 months

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Me in kindergarten:

Me in uni rn:

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt leo #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2012 #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 1987 #tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt idw

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oozedninjas · 5 months

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How would they fuck your brains out?

Across the mutant verses

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

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

Bayverse Leo

2003 Leo

2003 Donatello

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

Bayverse Donatello

Bayverse Mikey

2012 Mikey

2012 Donatello

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

2007 Leo

Last ronin Mikey

2003 Raphael

Bayverse Raphael

Bayverse Leo cause this bitch can do both

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

2012 Leo

2007 Raphael

2012 Raphael

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

Bayverse Mikey

2003 Mikey

2007 Donatello

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

2007 Mikey

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yuki2sksksk · 2 years

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I don't remember that much from 2003 Donnie, but compared to the other version of him, he's pretty less chaotic than them.

2012 Donnie blows up his lab, 2014/2016 Donnie jumps out of a plane, 2018 Donnie is thirsty for homicide.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt fanart

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danksy-ns · 2 months

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Forgot I had some bayverse turtlzzzz in my sleeve

I wuv them

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014 #tmnt movie #bayverse raphael #bayverse leo #bayverse donnie #bayverse mikey #bayverse turtles

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vivindollop · 9 months

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Maybe I was imagining Leo's aggressive twerking a little too aggressively...

Anyways, first post after a few reblogs.

Sup

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xtreklx · 9 months

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You're hurt ~ Ninja Turtles x reader

Headcanon: Bayverse Turtles x reader

Word count: 1.4k

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

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

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~Leonardo~

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

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

but inside he is absolutely going beserk

like amber alert sounds going off in his brain fr

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Raphael~

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

like record scratch type of halt

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

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

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

he is very not okay and very emotional

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

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

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

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

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

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

you got him fucked up, that's for sure

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

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

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

~Donatello~

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

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

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

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

over and over again like a computer system error

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Michelangelo~

surprisingly, when Mikey sees you hurt, he goes quiet

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

no, mans goes dead silent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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raphaelsrightarm · 5 months

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Hi ! can I request a (dating) Donnie x Fem!reader ? just a fluff one shot with the two doing something cute and wholesome up to your choosing such as a movie marathon, making brownies together, his comfort when you have bad cramps etc.

Breathe

Is this corny? Maybe. Actually yes it absolutely is. It's a selfish piece of mine and I make no apologies

Once again I apologize for a long wait and I have multiple old requests that I am still working on so stay tuned haha

My first Donnie fluff let's get it

Words: 2031

Warning: None

You were laying on his chest when you realized he would match your breathing.

It was a rare kind of morning when he had left his lab behind and joined you in his own bed. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close as he could. You folded into him so perfectly that it was hard for him to believe that there was ever another path for his life to take without you in it.

There were times when he would tease you when the swirls across his plastron would put indents on your face, but not today. Today he ran the tips of his lithe fingers along your spine, your shirt pooled at the back of your neck.

It was so rare to have these moments with him. To pull him from his desk and for him to let you do it, for him to leave behind his safe space. It wasn’t that he didn’t love these moments, he did. More than anything he did. But he was always worried about falling behind. His role was important, one that placed a weight on his shoulders that only you seemed to be able to free him of.

He was trying to force himself to sleep, you figured out. He hadn’t spoken since he made his way in here to you, pulling you against him and enjoying how warm you were from being wrapped in his comforter all night.

You inhaled deeply against him, feeling him do the same. You had been rising and falling slowly against his plastron all morning, not yet noticing the synchronization.

He didn’t seem to realize he was doing it, either. His rolling hand along your back had slowed to a stop, his eyes were gently shut. He had finally managed to fall asleep, his warm arm laying limp across you like a quilt.

His breathing had taken on its own rhythm then, but that didn’t stop you from attempting to further prove your theory.

He appeared in your window the next evening as you were baking cookies. Everything was set out, scattered across the countertops. His eyes took in the explosion of baking supplies before him before finding you in the middle of it. Your expression a mixture of determination and frustration.

“You know,” He started, reveling in the smile you had when you saw him. “People say baking is supposed to be a relaxing activity.”

“Well, the people who say that are the people who are good at it.”

He moved closer to inspect your workstation, his finger running a line through a patch of what might either be flour or baking soda, both of which you had spilled.

“I know it’s a mess.” You started, but before you could utter an apology at the state of the place, he smiled, shaking his head.

“Who are these for?” He walked behind you, grabbing dirty measuring spoons and bowls and moving them closer to the sink.

“They could be for you, if you clean up after me when I’m done.”

He made a show of looking around the kitchen, turning his head to the mess he had congregated to the sink, as well as the surfaces of the counters covered in powder. “I’m not sure I’ll be having any.”

You scoffed. “It’s not that bad.”

“Is this supposed to be on?” He gestured toward the oven, and only then did you realize you meant to begin preheating it when you started. The grin on his face meant he already knew the answer, so you turned your head back toward the bowl. Yet still grateful as you heard the oven beeping behind you as he set the temperature.

After a few minutes the batch of cookies was in the oven, leaving nothing but 15 minutes to glare at the destroyed kitchen which, as part of the deal, Donnie had begun helping clean up.

“I don’t understand how you can make a mess like this.” He said, picking up another measuring spoon, adding it to the pile of others to be washed. “Why did you need so many of these?”

“Need is maybe not the most accurate word.” You had the bag of flour in your hands when the possibility came to your mind. It was more of a thought that wouldn’t go away, one that you want to act out even though you knew you shouldn't.

Before you could stop yourself, you hand drifted into the bag, gathering up a small pinch of flour as you walked closer to him. He glanced up to you, unaware of what was coming, just before you flicked the flour toward him.

You both watched as it barely drifted against him, yet the challenge that sparked in his eyes

You made a useless attempt to save yourself. “That was an accident,” though saying it through fighting a stubborn laugh didn’t help.

“I’m sure it was.” He took a step toward you, a smile pulling against his lips. You planned on sprinting around into your living room, maybe even making an attempt to lock yourself in the bathroom. You realized just a moment too late just how long his arms were, and they wrapped around your waist before you could register it.

He practically tucked you underneath his elbow, freeing his other arm so he could, to your horror, reach his hand into the bowl of flour.

“Don’t you dare.” You tried to make it sound like a threat, but your breath was short from laughter. Either way, it was a plea that landed on deaf ears as a flick of flour throughout what little space was left between the two of you. You clenched your eyes shut as it scattered across your face. He released you then, laughing so hard you heard him snort.

You feigned offense, slowly reaching into the bowl yourself. You knew well that he could’ve been halfway across the room by the time you threw a handful of the powder back at him, yet he stayed where he was, the two of you laughing like children as the counters and surrounding floor became covered in a sprinkling of white dust.

After a while, you doubled over, holding a hand on the counter as you tried to catch your breath. He placed a hand on your back, and slowly, suspiciously, you straightened out.

You were greeted with a soft smile on his flour patched face, and you knew that if he had gotten hit that you must have been worse. He reached his hand up and ran a thumb across your cheek in an attempt to dust some of it off.

“Have fun cleaning this up.” You said as he laughed again as he pulled you against his chest, your nose pressed to the underside of his jaw.

“That could be a fun thing to do together.”

“Who said anything about us doing it together? We had a deal.”

“We never shook on it.”

The two of you stayed in this moment, ignoring the chaos around you. You searched for it again then, taking in a deep breath, and feeling him do the same. Each breath he took a loving mimic. He felt you smile against his skin, and all he did was hold you tighter.

It was a few days later when you struck a deal with him that if he were to leave his desk behind he would be the one to decide what the two of you do. He had chosen movies, secretly because it meant he didn’t have to stray far from his work.

Though, it wasn’t much of a secret anymore. There had been nights before when you thought you had been able to convince him to leave his lab to get some rest, only for him to sneak away the second you fell asleep. But tonight would not be one of them.

The two of you had taken up the couch, his brothers making themselves scarce, which you were sure was Donnie’s doing, though you didn’t mind. He held you closer when no one else was around, his hands always absentmindedly massaging your skin.

He had decided upon the first Iron Man film, which was playing before the two of you. You were certain it was because he had seen it already so many times, and he would be ready with slipping back to his work.

At least he thought he would be, until you decided you wanted to lay on top of him instead of next to him.

It started with you draping your leg over his. Which he didn’t seem to mind, his hand going to rest easily on your knee.

Then it turned into shifting to your side to place both your legs over his, hanging them between his knees.

“What are you up to?” He whispered, his arm that was wrapped around you moving to run his fingertips across your shoulder blades. You shrugged at him, but you could tell he wasn’t convinced.

The two of you stayed like this for a while, the movie half finished, before you flexed your knees, pulling yourself further onto his lap. He didn’t stop you, instead let out an amused sigh. You dramtically draped over the front of him, legs hanging over his, arms laying out over his sides. His hands went to their usual places on your torso as you felt him relax into the couch, resigning to his new fate.

“You had this planned all along, didn’t you?”

Your smile answered his question. “Now you’re stuck here.” You kissed his cheek. “With me.”

“I guess there are worse things.” His chest rising once again to match yours for a brief moment, his hands pressed to your ribs. “But not by much.”

He laughed as you playfully swatted at his arm.

His laughter had warped into a song to you. You blamed it on sleep deprivation and simply being wrapped up beside him for so long.

He had texted you earlier that night to meet him on top of your roof and to bring a coat. When you had arrived, you saw how he had set up a little nest for the two of you. Blankets piled up beneath the two of you and draped over top. He had set up a projector, and the two of you watched a movie before turning attention to the sky, and what few stars you could see.

The air had bite to it, and you pressed closer to him under the blankets than you were already. You were taking turns pointing out constellations for a while, before you began making up your own. Partly for entertainment, but mostly so you had more reason to stay out here.

“That one looks like Elton John,” He said, pointing to a random cluster of lights in the sky.

“You’ve said Elton John already.”

“No I haven’t.” He traced the shape. “That’s his head, those are his glasses. Stars already.”

You laughed again. “Ok, that one looks bigger than the other ones, that one’s the north star.”

“That’s not north.” He squinted. “And I think that’s an airplane.”

“What?” You noticed then the blinking light tracing behind it, blaming your exhaustion on missing it the first time. “Oh.”

He laughed until he snorted, and you knew he must be tired as well. You found he laughed much easier when he hadn’t slept in a while. You knew the two of you should head inside soon, a safer spot to rest. But this night had been so nice, neither one of you wanted to mention the idea.

“That one is Casseopeia.” You pointed to the same spot you had been pointing to all night, no longer even attempting to be correct.

“Casseopeia also points north, dove.”

“And that’s not north?”

He laughed again, tightening his hold around you. Your eyes became heavy, and you allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of him so close to you.

It was then you decided to confirm your theory once more, taking in a large breath of the chill air. He followed a second behind.

You smiled, drifting off to sleep wrapped within the safety of his arms.

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

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cowabungacafe · 2 months

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Embrace of Devotion

prompt -"Kissing you, and then putting their hands around your neck to stay like that for the next seconds, minutes as you two get lost in each other."

In the quiet of the lab, you and Donatello stood face to face, the air heavy with unspoken words and the electricity of shared emotion. Without a word, he closed the distance between you, his gaze soft yet filled with unmistakable longing.

Donatello's touch was gentle as he cupped your face in his hands, his thumb tracing soothing circles against your skin as he leaned in to press his lips against yours. It was a tender kiss, filled with unspoken promises and the depth of his affection.

You melted into his embrace, the world around you fading into insignificance as you lost yourself in the sweetness of the moment. Donatello's arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you close in a gesture of unwavering devotion.

The warmth of his touch enveloped you, grounding you in the present as you both surrendered to the depth of your feelings for one another. Time seemed to stand still as you lingered in each other's embrace, savoring the sweetness of your connection.

In that moment, there was only you and Donatello, entwined in each other's arms, lost in the beauty of your love. And as you stood there together, lost in each other, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as you had Donatello by your side, you would always find solace in the tenderness of his embrace and the depth of his love.

#tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donatello 2016 #tmnt donnie 2016 #tmnt donatello 2014 #tmnt donnie 2014 #tmnt fluff #tmnt bayverse #tmnt x reader #bayverse donatello #bayverse donnie #bayverse donnie x reader #bayverse donatello x reader #cowabungacafe

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theunholyrogue · 7 months

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if time could stop (REWRITTEN!) (bayv! x gn reader)

haiiii! I'm back for now! :D SO SORRY for the people that I left hanging on my post, if time could stop, especially with HAVING NOT COMPLETED AN ENDING FOR DONNIE AND MIKEY. I feel like rushed it and didn't give myself much room to work with in terms of an ending... so I rewrote the entire thing and have ENDINGS for all of the boys!

Enjoy. SorryNotSorry. Inspo from Ty-Chou

TW: You die, blood/dying description, sadness and angst.

ending.leonardo

ending.donatello

ending.raphael

ending.michelangelo

Life had never seemed fair for the turtles, especially when they compared themselves to the humans living above the surface of the sewers – a pleasure that the four had never and would never be able to enjoy. Even if they had saved the world countless times over, they knew that they would never be accepted by those above without constant judgment or the fear others would express, repulsed by the simple fact that, well, they weren’t human.

So when the turtles met April O’Neil, Casey Jones, Vern Finwicke, and you– the four of you accepting the brothers with little to no hesitation and practically becoming a family, life felt closer to the outside world for them. Although Vern wasn’t in the picture much, April, Casey, and you all spent most of your time with the turtles whenever April and Casey weren’t at work and you weren’t in school.

After the Krang attack and attempt to bring the Technodrome through from their dimension, intergalactic invasion and the foot clan had seemed to calm down on causing mass chaos to the United States, specifically New York. Things had actually been slow for once aside from petty crimes, nothing to spectacular that should draw the turtle’s attention to the surface, yet they did so to keep from dying of utter boredom.

And as suddenly as the city that never sleeps seemed to calm down, one year after the Krang invasion, chaos ensued once again within the busy streets and flashing billboards.

It had happened – of all days. That day was a special day, a day you had been so desperate to ignore. It worked perfectly too– nobody had paid you anymore mind that what you normally received from your school day and afterschool job. But, after you had gotten off of work and made your way through the abandoned subway station in order to get to the turtle’s lair– a path you were well familiar to– it all hit you.

“Happy birthday!” The turtles, Splinter, April, and Casey all screamed as you entered the lair.

“Guys!” You retorted, earlobes and cheeks burning hot at the embarrassment of the attention being on you. “I said not to do this!”

“We know, we just don’t care what you want,” Raphael replies with a sheepish grin on his features as he walks up to you and throws an arm around your shoulders, tugging you closer.

“You threw us a birthday party, this is the least we could do! Do you like it?” Michelangelo asked with an excited expression, bouncing up and down before Donatello placed his palm on top of his brother’s head, getting him to stop.

You smiled, taking in their efforts with a small pang of happiness in your chest. “Of course I do. Thank you.”

“Great! Let’s eat cake,” April exclaimed as she walked over to the kitchen, with the rest of the bunch following behind. Raphael nudged you in front of the cake that Michelangelo and Casey had made, your favorite kind. As you glanced around the room, the group started singing the classic tune of ‘Happy Birthday’ to you, causing you further embarrassment.

Blowing out the flame on the candles and proceeding to dig in, roughly five minutes had passed before Donatello’s monitors went off with alarms and CCTV footage of the streets of New York City. Just about everyone’s heart dropped into their stomach at the sudden noises and footage they saw, running over to get a closer look at the situation.

Police monitors were in a frenzy, screaming and crying from the civilians were caught on the CCTV camera footage, with several dozen foot soldiers marching down the streets, guarding their leader, The Shredder within their groups. They took down any and every civilian that staggered behind and left no room for mercy.

“Oh my–” Leonardo uttered, unsure of how he would possibly go about this situation.

With the only thing that he could possibly muster, the four turtles loaded onto the truck while you, Casey, and April found your way to Casey’s car. The plan was to plow through as many soldiers that you could and get to the Shredder before he do anymore damage and cause more death.

Yet, that plan only worked so well until the Foot managed to knock them off course with their own armored vehicles, causing you all to come face to face with the Shredder and the rest of his army that remained standing. You, Casey, and April did what you could to keep the remaining soldiers off of the turtles as they fough the Shredder, but everything moved too fast and within only a few moments did the incident happen.

It was a moment of miscalculation for the turtles, having played the dangerous game of assumptions and attempting to predict their enemies next move– assuming that he would move to strike one of the brothers. But as his quick movements reflected a different movement that opposed the turtles retreat backwards– set them back as they watched him run at April O’Neil.

You had behind closer to April and noticed the Shredder’s fast paced sprint towards her, your eyes widening and your fight-or-flight kicking in to save your best friend.

“April!” You screamed, pushing yourself off with your feet as you moved towards her. That moment suddenly moved in slow motion, your body slowly rushing at the female as Shredder’s blades emerged from his hands, aiming to strike. April’s head and body turned, her eyes opening slowly to a shocked expression as you reached out and shoved her backwards, his blades striking the side of your chest and abdomen rather than April’s back.

As April fell backwards and your body suddenly stopped, impaled by the Shredder’s blades, all you could do was cough; blood sputtering out and dripping down your chin. The sounds of the turtles and April screaming your name became a distant echo as the Shredder retracted his blades from your side and allowed you to drop to your knees.

April pushed herself up to catch you as your body fell forward, her hand pushing your hair out of your face and instinctively moving to put pressure against your side– causing no aid with the five actively bleeding wounds. You felt your lungs fill up with blood, collapsed from the puncture that the Shredder had done, and all you could do was cough the blood up.

“No, no, no, no!” The turtles screamed as they tried to fight the Shredder off and get you help. Their attempts were in vain as the Shredder managed to escape far too late to save you. Donatello and Leonardo were at your side, assessing the wounds as they kneeled in your sputum.

Everyone looked to Donatello, who grimly shook his head, his eyes casting a glance down at you. He had felt for a pulse, finding none as your body became limp. You were gone, you were gone because they had tried to predict their opponents movements. They couldn’t… He couldn’t save you, he didn’t save you…

And you were gone because of it.

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“Today is the anniversary,” April spoke softly, sitting at the island with a dull look on her features.

Five years had passed since that night. Five birthdays had passed, ultimately becoming a grim reminder of what had happened, of the gut-wrenching pain the turtles, April, and Casey had experienced.

Today was the fifth anniversary of your death, along with it being five years since the Shredder had managed to take over the state of New York and multiple states within the region, his army ever growing by the minute. They had suffered many losses in those five long years, Splinter and Vern included. They did minimal work above the surface to keep their area safe, but nothing compared to what Donatello had been doing within the sewers. He had worked countless hours to build a time machine in order to take them back five years and give them another chance to take down the Shredder before he had a chance to take over and build a mass army of destruction.

“It’s done.”

The tech-genius stated, bringing the attention away from the pain of the day and give them some sort of hope.

The six of them looked upon Donatello’s invention, a giant, circular, metal frame that sat up parallel against the wall of the lab, along with a station next to it for Casey and April to monitor their vitals and if the portal started to go haywire, which would give them time to return and not leave them stuck in the past.

“And when can we use it?” Raphael asked.

“Now.” Donatello replied.

“Great, we need a plan.” Leonardo stated.

“Then make a plan.” Raphael scoffed.

“Hey,” Michelangelo muttered, “Let’s not do this. Now isn’t the time to do that.”

“Do what?” Leonardo and Raphael spoke in unison.

“Drown in our sorrows and have attitudes. We need to take down the Shredder and maybe…” Donatello responded.

The four brothers went quiet. “Yeah. Okay…” Raphael responded. “Sorry.”

“Let’s do this.”

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hitwiththetmnt · 3 months

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Happy February lovelies♡

#first time really drawing bay Donnie #but it’s the romance month so why not #someone get me a water cause I just found glass of tall-wait-someone get me a tall cause I just found a water-SHIT-I can’t speak #tw suggestive #cw suggestive #tmnt bayverse #bayverse tmnt #bayverse donnie #bayverse donatello #tmnt #my art #bayverse turtles #tmnt art #tmnt fanart #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt doodles #tmnt fandom #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016

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faith-forgxtten-land · 2 months

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

Soaked | Donatello

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

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

summary: donatello likes it when you soak his sheets

word count: 1691

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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

“You awake?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Donnie—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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