Juniper

Me to my teeth :-: ow ^

@juniperrosey Ouch! I’m so sorry you’re in pain. Here’s a little fluff with our favorite genius to help cheer you up. It’s pretty short but hopefully it’ll help. 💜

Donnie x GN!Reader

Some days just sucked. You had to have your wisdom teeth removed, and if that wasn’t bad enough, it was cold and gloomy outside. Double yuck. You yearned for sunshine and stronger pain medicine. You were buried under a pile of blankets, feeling pretty miserable when your boyfriend clamored through your window.

“Love?”

“In here, Donnie,” you garbled around a mouthful of gauze.

“Sorry, I would have been here sooner but Leo almost changed his mind about letting me have the night off to take care of you. Raph was pissing him off, again. Big surprise, right?” he chuckled as he rounded the corner of the couch.

He took in your swollen cheeks, watery eyes, and pouty lips as he removed his gear and tech. Kicking off his boots, he joined you on the couch and pulled you into his lap, blankets and all. You couldn’t help but snuggle into his neck. Somehow, his presence made you feel just a little better. His large hand rubbed up and down your back comfortingly. He picked up the aftercare paper from the dentist and read it quickly, asking you about when you took your meds last, and making a schedule on his watch so you didn’t miss any doses. He wiped your eyes and left gentle kisses on each swollen cheek. He helped you remove the bloody gauze and replace it with fresh. If you hadn’t been so out of it from the surgery still, you might have protested.

“Do you need anything right now?” Donnie murmured into your hair.

“Just you.”

He smiled at that and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. As you drifted off to sleep in his arms, he turned on the television, chose a documentary, and slid down to get more comfortable, never letting you go. He would be here when you woke, to get you a drink or soft foods, to make sure you took your medication. Donnie knew this time of year was particularly hard on you, as a reptilian guy himself, he wasn’t overly fond of it either. At least you had one another now. And as he pulled you in tighter and kissed your sleeping face, he was reminded that there was always something to be thankful for.

•> summary; Donnie and Y/N both deny the tension between them for long enough.

pairings; Donnie x f. reader

wc; 1222

warning; Donnie being a jerk; teasing; smut 18+

“Just admit it already! No one looks at each other the way you two do unless there are feelings involved.” April exclaimed, throwing her hands up in defeat.

“April, if you didn’t notice already me and Donnie hate each other. He’s so arrogant, why would I ever like someone like that and you of all people should know that I like…sweet..guys.” Y/N tried to convince while her mind was flashing with Donnie’s shit-eating grin.

Y/N shook her head attempting to shift her attention to April who was not convinced. April looked down at her watch before getting up and grabbing her bag.

“C’mon, we gotta see the boys. I told them we’re gonna be bringing pizza for them, so can’t go back on my word now.” April grinned looking back at Y/N who also had a small smile on her face.

Y/N and April walked down to the lair where you could faintly hear arguing, which wasn’t unusual for the turtles. They strolled into the lair to catch Raph and Mikey shoving each other off the couch while simultaneously playing a video game. April placed the pizza box on the table before calling everyone over.

“Guys! Brought pizza!” April yelled to the turtles.

Ralph and Mikey, we're the first ones to grab a slice, followed by Leo. Y/N caught herself searching for a certain mutant, but before she could ask, Donnie stepped out of his lab. Y/N felt a heat rise to her cheeks as her eyes skimmed over Donnie’s lean figure. She quickly shifted her gaze when she heard Mikey call for her.

“Y/N, what about you?” Mikey questioned.

Y/N snapped her head to Mikey confused about what he was asking.

“Ever faked an orgasm before?” April filled in.

Y/N’s eyes widened before answering, “Unfortunately...yes.”

“See I told you! Men these days suck, me and Y/N have this conversation all the time!” April huffed at her unfulfilled desires in bed.

Y/N’s attention was elsewhere when her gaze was once again captured by none other than Donnie. She watched as he silently listened to the others. As he set his plate down before crossing his arms, then looking up into her eyes. Y/N felt as if her heart stopped beating for a moment, she felt her thighs clench seeing his eyes drift down her body with a small smirk on his lips. But, his interest moved onto the topic being discussed by his brothers.

The hangout went as usual until Raphael asked Y/N a question.

” So...Donnie, huh?” Raphael questioned with a nudge to Y/N’s shoulder.

“What? Wh-what about Donnie?” Y/N stammered out.

Raph scoffed at her, “Y/N don't play dumb you obviously like him.”

Y/N sat back, “What? Why does everyone keep saying that? But, no...no I don't like Donnie, I hate him. Plus...he's not my type.”

Raph laughed at Y/N’s pathetic cover-up, “Fine whatever you say.”

Y/N threw her head back in frustration, why was everyone asking her about Donnie. Sure she found him attractive, like when he's concentrating on his tech or when he’s teasing her about the dumb questions she asks him, especially when he towers over her small frame. Before she knew it Y/N found herself rambling about the turtle. Cupping her cheeks, she felt the heat radiating off. Y/N suddenly got up and quickly rushed to the bathroom, as she was walking she passed Donnie’s lab. She peeked past the door to see Donnie working on his goggles, she admired the unique pattern covering his shell. Her eyes wandered around whatever she could see, but she heard his gruff voice call her out.

“Staring is rude, y’know, ” Donnie said nonchalantly.

Donnie spun his chair to face Y/N with his eyes raking over her body. Y/N also felt her eyes observing his figure as well. She felt her cheeks heat up at his slouched position with his black cargo pants hanging low on his slim hips. As her eyes moved up to his face she recognized that look, his signature smirk dancing on his lips.

Y/N snapped out of her daze with a scoff, “please, don't flatter yourself.”

“Aw come on y’know you love me, ” Donnie said with a grin.

Y/N rolled her eyes before sauntering over to right in front of him, limiting the gap between them.

Donnie tilting his head up at Y/N as if taunting her, “c’mon petal cat got your tongue.”

Y/N’s breath hitched at his comment, she felt her thighs clench at his teasing. But before she knew it she felt Donnie’s large hands gripping her waist down to his thighs. Y/N gasped as she straddled his hips, her hands dripping his wide shoulders for support. With her chest flush against his, he smirked pushing his glasses up.

Their lips just barely touched until Y/N closed the gap. The kiss deepened as Donnie palmed her ass and Y/N pulled him closer. Donnie then clutched her thighs and brought her to his bed. Y/N panted as she pulled back, smirking at him while she stared up at him.

“You're really irritating, y’know that?” Donnie whispered in her ear as he gripped her throat.

Y/N giggled at his scowl, “what are you gonna do Donnie, punish me?”

Donnie stared down at her with a scowl before roughly removing her clothes, nipping at her neck he mumbled, “I dunno if you could handle it petal.”

Y/N grinded her hips on his with a whine, attempting to get some kind of relief. Donnie soon moved his hand down to her clit making her arch her back.

“Please..please fuck me, Donnie, ” Y/N panted out with her hands caressing his chest.

Donnie without another breath led his cock to her dripping cunt. Although, he would've craved her to beg until she's crying especially with all the teasing she's done but he just couldn't wait any longer.

Pushing in they both let out a shaky moan, Donnie began to slowly pump into her, allowing her to adjust to his intimidating size. Not long after he began to pound into her cunt, whispering degrading comments in her ear only causing her to clamp down on him harder. Y/N got louder and louder until she felt Donnie's hand cover her mouth, muffling her moans.

“Just can't keep your pretty little mouth shut, can you? Just gotta let everyone know what a little slut you are for me, huh?” Donnie growled in her ear.

Y/N nodded eagerly as his taunts only focused on her orgasm approaching as Donnie rubbed tight circles on her clit. She knew Donnie was not far behind her since his thrusts were becoming sloppy and got harder.

absolutely! and thank you lovie 💛🥰

"God, you're so beautiful" Donnie whispered in your ear, pulling out to see the beautiful afterglow bathing your sweet body. His flaccid member rested against your inner thigh, a small hiss falling from his lips at how sensitive he still was. His eyes flickered down to your bare chest, watching it rise as you tried to regain your breath once more. A small smirk on his lips, he always did such a good job fucking the brains out of you.

"You good?" You asked, looking at his figure. The veins peeked through his muscles, his muscles still stiff, not quite relaxed and his face covered in a fine sheet of perspiration yet he never looked so handsome before. It was moments like this you treasured, the Donnie that was focused 100% on you, the vulnerable and soft Donnie that you held in your arms in the wee hours of the morning.

Yet tonight, for an odd reason, he didn't feel satisfied yet. He didn't feel full, still needing something to sate the beast in him. And when he looked down at you again, his answer was answered. You, the missing component.

He shifted his weight to one hand careful not to crush your smaller form underneath him and you widen your eyes at the turtle above. It was a mystery how he wasn't left weary like you.

"Yeah...good..." He was aching to be inside you, just simply needing your warmth around him. He kneeled, aligning his member to your entrance.

"Babe, I don't know if I can take anymore-"

"I just want to be inside of you. Nothing more" he smiles down softly and you know the feeling, you've experienced it before. Your smile encouraged him to continue and he pushed in, his thick cock sinking deeper into you. A small whimper left your lips, making your back arch at the delicious contact between you both.

Donnie smiled down at you, his muscles were cramping slightly and he was tired but he loved this. This feeling of being so close and intimate with you and no one else, made his heart thump widely.

His cock was fully in you and Donnie rested his head down, his hands coming to rest underneath your shoulders. His head rested on your chest, eyes closing in satisfaction same exhaustion. Normally after love making, his mind would be racing. But he had been awake for two consecutive days, the sleep was catching up after him.

"I love this....I love us..." He chuckles softly, making your stomach warm. "You love this?" You smile down, watching his head snuggle further into you.

"Yeah...I love being in you. I love that only I can do this to you. Just so warm and relaxing..." You felt his grip loosen ever so slightly on your shoulders indicating sleep was taking over his body. You blushed, never before receiving such a sweet compliment.

"I love you Donnie" you kissed his head and he smiled.

It's okay, dear! You're doing well. Thank you for your first ask, I'm feeling honored ^^ Hope you enjoy 💚

🎃Werewolf: What is your favorite urban legend?

There are several amazing urban legends to talk about, my sweet @uraza24, some of them, of course, belong to New York City. When we were children, Mikey introduced the Mole People legend, creatures that live deep below our city, among the many subway tunnels and sewer systems. Till today he keeps talking about it, mainly when our security systems are off, warning us to be careful with Mole People. I have to say that I quite like that legend. Another legend everybody already knows about is the Sewer Alligators. It's not a big deal at all. We saw an alligator wandering around the sewers years ago, thanks God that thing wasn't big. Philadelphia's Phantom Bus to Nowhere and Hollwood Sign's Spirit are my favourite legends out of New York. If I tell their story for you, I would spend time speaking for hours.

Buried pirate treasure on Liberty Island! That's my favourite urban legend of New York. According to the legend, there's a stash of loot underneath the Liberty Statue that people are trying to look for this for centuries. Yes, I am super interested. And another one, also in New York, is Empire State Building Bermuda Triangle legend. I read that vehicles stop working within a 5-block radius of the 102-story building, according to a report in the New York Daily News. Of course, there are more legends I enjoy but these two are what I like utmost.

🎃Cauldron: What kind of potion would you make if you had the opportunity?

Healing and wisdom potion, with all sure. The power of heal would be necessary in our family; honestly I have fear of witnessing if my brothers getting hurt and there's no way I can help. This is one of the reasons why I'm bossy with them to keep them in line, because I don't want to see them hurt. And about the wisdom potion, well, two things: to have the wisdom as my father and have patience enough to deal with my childish brothers *giggling*

Hm, childish brothers... *chuckling* As I mentioned before, I would make a potion to turn me into a human, and a love potion. Since Leo had told me about to keep secret from Raph and Mikey, that thought kept up in my mind. Sincerely I want to experiment myself to it. I wouldn't lose the opportunity to be a human, even if I spend a whole day as one. And, finally, the potion of love. Hmhmhm yeah, it seems weird but... Who knows?

Who is the luck person who will fall in love with you?

It's secret.

Good afternoon Anon. Here is my short story in relation to your ask.

I wasn't sure where you wanted me to take this, so I had to do a bit of guessing on my part. I hope this something like you were wanting.

I will admit that this ask was a bit of a struggle for me, not knowing a clear direction to take it outcome made me a little unsure of my writing and guessing abilities LOL. However, I will admit to crying along with the characters in this story more than once.

Thanks again for the ask and the initial compliment. I hope to continue to earn your favor in future posts.

· Stalker [noun]: 1a person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention. 2a person who hunts game stealthily.

· Donnie stared at the definition on his one of his monitor screens while his various other screens were busy flashing receipts of files downloaded, text trail streams from your phone, notices of any social media post/update/like/heart/emoji, a GPS line grid of your routes today (overlayed over the routes you’d taken previously), and data search hits of anything and everything that pertained to you.

· At this point, the boy had literally every picture you had ever posted, anywhere, of yourself. In fact, he had all the pictures that other people posted of you in them. He had even gone through the effort of designing a face recognition program that picks you out of the background of total strangers’ pictures and, yeah, he had those in a file too.

· He has special file folders that compile things that you like, things you don’t like, things that make you happy, things that make you sad. He is your own personal Pinterest and you didn’t even know it… and maybe that is the part that keeps bothering him so much.

· He sits staring at that word and definition and chewing his bottom lip. True, he knows the word and the meaning, but he needed to LOOK at it, analyze it, mull it over in his guilt ridden brain.

· He just KNEW the word Stalker couldn’t apply to him.

· After all, he isn’t harassing or persecuting you, you don’t know! So, it isn’t necessarily ‘unwanted attention’. It is just…unknown attention.

· Stealthily, hmmmm, did that part apply to him? Well, He isn’t EXACTLY being stealthy.

· If you knew about technology like him, then you would probably see his programs running on your devices and be alerted to his activities. AND, if you shared his love and view of technology, then you would probably be more understanding of his activities and not consider them stealthy…just data mining. In fact, you might applaud him.

· ‘Ok, that was taking it a bit too far’, Donnie thinks to himself and he feels a band tighten and squeeze around his infatuated heart.

· He is almost certain that you would be shocked to learn of his extra curricular activities and how they revolve around every aspect of you.

· Regardless of how he tried to spin the truth and wiggle out of the definition of stalker, Donnie still felt guilty for invading your privacy. However, he honestly couldn’t help himself…at least not anymore.

· He has fought the urge, the nagging thoughts and the burning need, to know more about you for what seemed like an eternity.

· Listen to him, he is starting to sound dramatic like Mikey! What is his turning into? He is losing his rational edge!

· To be accurate, it hasn’t been an eternity. In fact, he has known you 1 year, 36 days, 14 hours, 11 minutes, and 23 seconds to be exact. However, you started occupying space in his mind 2 minutes into meeting you and your claim over his mind has grown exponentially over time.

· You were quiet and reserved during that first meeting, so there wasn’t much to go on. It started as a simple visual interest with a thought of ‘Oh. She’s pretty’.

· However, then you started talking and that changed everything.

· You opened up more and more each time you hung out with their little group, revealing layers and layers of interests and personality. You were fascinating…and that’s when his thoughts about you really started to snowball and spiral out of control.

· You went from being a simple pretty face to being a walking embodiment of everything he seriously ever dreamed of having in a mate.

· Early on, there were three sticking points that really made Donnie’s feelings problematic. 1. He was a nearly seven foot tall walking talking turtle and you weren’t. 2. You had a boyfriend that you were deeply in love with and adored. 3. Donnie was too insecure about #1 and how you felt about inter-species dating to let you know that you had started to OWN his heart.

· Now, thanks to his surveillance, there were only two sticking points….#1 and #3.

· He still remembers the feelings of that day, 44 days ago, when the blip of information popped up on this screen alerting him to the fact that your boyfriend was starting to stray.

· Donnie had severely conflicting feelings bombard him at once and it was overwhelming.

· The initial knee jerk reaction was elation, one of the problems blocking him from you may soon be null.

· However, the feeling of elation only lasted for a second or two before the intense anger and sadness set in. Donnie was honestly shocked at the depth of his anger, he didn’t even know he had that level of malice in him. Had he been in physical proximity to your boyfriend at that moment in time, Donnie isn’t sure that he wouldn’t have hurt your guy…or worse.

· How COULD this guy do this? WHY would he? He HAD YOU! What the heck was this guy thinking? Not only did he have you, but you thought the world of him. When you spoke about him you would smile so genuinely, your eyes would shine and gaze off into a bright imagined future. Donnie was always so jealous to watch it happen, he wondered what it would be like to be THAT GUY. And here the idiot was throwing it all away and meeting up with another girl!

· WHAT THE…(yes, this called for a curse) HELL…IS WRONG WITH HUMAN MEN?

· As the anger set root in his heart, the sadness engulfed Donnie like an all-consuming wave. He realized he was going to have to share this information with you, somehow, and that he was going to have to watch as it destroyed you.

· At first, Donnie had a plan to try and save you both from that fate. True, it would hurt him more to save your relationship, but he would rather be the one facing the pain and not you.

· He TRIED to circumvent the situation. He sent anonymous messages to your boyfriend stating that he knew about the infidelity and that he would tell you if needed. However, it didn’t seem like your boyfriend cared because he sent messages back stating Donnie could, basically, go fuck himself.

· Life had cruel sense of irony, thought Donnie, that is exactly what I do since moron has the woman that I love.

· So, after trying for nearly two weeks to stop what was happening behind your back, Donnie had no choice but to let you in on the secret.

· Donnie couldn’t come right out and tell you that he caught your boyfriend cheating by hijacking your data streams and the data streams of those around you. So, Donnie intercepted some texts between your boyfriend and his mistress and he then sent you a text, under the guise of your boyfriend, telling you to meet him at a specified restaurant for a date.

· It had been a gut wrenching night for Donnie. He remembered watching it all play out on camera feeds from around the restaurant and street outside. He watched you dressed up in your pretty dress get out of your cab in front of the restaurant. You had such a lovely smile on your face, you must have thought you were in for a romantic evening.

· He watched as you walked inside and how the hostess got flustered and confused by a 2nd girl showing up for your boyfriend’s seated-for-two table.

· Donnie stopped breathing as your eyes found the new couple holding hands and giving each other sweet kisses across the table. Hands and lips that were supposed to be yours were touching some stranger.

· Donnie watched your smile and eyes die…the light of your inner sun go out…

· …and it killed him.

· He’s not sure who was crying the hardest, you standing there in that restaurant witnessing the scene or him back at the lair watching your world crush around you on his monitor.

· It had taken a while for you both to recover from that night.

· His brothers noticed his melancholy mood for a couple of weeks but Donnie wouldn’t tell them what was bothering him. And you stayed in your bed, refusing to face the world, for nearly as long.

· Eventually, the group began to notice your silence and absence, so April stopped by your apartment to check on you. She was the one to pull you out of bed, get you to shower and eat. She visited everyday and made sure you had someone to vent to and a shoulder to cry on.

· Donnie was glad that April could be there for you when he couldn’t. He didn’t think it was appropriate for him, a male, to be your confidant at that time. Especially since he felt so much guilt over having to be the one to expose you to that pain.

· No, he didn’t CAUSE the pain, but he did have to make you face it and he didn’t like not being able to protect you from it. You were such a rare, precious creature and watching you in pain felt like he was suffocating slowly.

· There were some points during those first few weeks that he questioned if he did the right thing, but logic told him it would have eventually come to pass with or without his involvement. It was better to rip the bandage of quickly and let you start to heal than it was to let you linger and drag out the inevitable.

· Donnie did secretly check on you every single night during patrol. And, of course, his surveillance feeds were always running. He watched from a distance as his beautiful phoenix burn down to ashes and, eventually, started to rise again.

· Now, it’s been over 3 months and you’ve begun to be more like your old self. Donnie can tell there is a silent sadness there, but you are able to laugh and smile with the group during your get togethers. And each time you two are left alone, his mind nags at him about those last two sticking points.

· Would you be at all interested in him? And HOW does he go about telling you that you have become the center of his world?

· Still staring at the monitor and the Stalker definition, Donnie sighs and rubs the bridge of his snout to release of the pressure now pushing against the inside of his head. The memories of what has happened, the emotions of what was and what is, it was all starting to be too much.

· “Bro, what’s all this?”, Mikey says standing behind Donnie’s chair, talking around a mouth full of pizza.

· “NOTHING!”, says Donnie, voice breaking from the stress of being caught. A startled Donnie quickly taps some keys on his keyboard and the screens revert back to the standard lair camera feeds.

· Mikey may look or even come off as naïve at times, but he’s no fool, he can sense that his older brother is trying to hide something. “Dude, seriously, what was that? I’ve been standing back here reading the screens. I saw Y/N’s name and that looked like her phone number on that other file…, you know the file that looks like texts messages. And why is there a plotted map of the area around her apartment, her work, and to the lair? What’s up?”, Mikey said giving a disapproving look at being thought a pushover.

· “Just standard surveillance, Mikey, nothing to worry about.”, Donnie says trying to placate Mikey’s curiosity. Donnie hates lying, especially to Mikey, but he’s feeling so guilty about being such a…(inward sigh)…stalking creep that admitting the truth is hard to do.

· Mikey stands there staring at Donnie and, as he does, Donnie begins to fidget with his computer chair armrests.

· Mikey stuffs the remnants of the pizza slice into his mouth and does his best Leo impersonation by crosses his arms and staring down at Donnie as sternly as his jolly face can achieve, “Dude, I’m not going to ask you again. You’ve been weird for months. We’ve let it go for the most part but now you are hiding things from me…from ME, dude! You and I, we’re like peanut butter and jelly, we’re ice cream and chocolate fudge, we young dudes have got to stick together. Trust me, bro, I’ve got you!”.

· Donnie stared at the floor, too ashamed to meet Mikey’s eyes any longer. He gave a heavy sigh and reluctantly started to speak, “Sorry Mike, I…I honestly don’t know what’s come over me lately. I’m doing things I never thought I would do, I’m feeling so guilty about it, but I don’t know if I can stop doing it either. I feel…lost.”.

· Mike relaxed his leader stance and leaned against one of Donnie’s lab tables, “Bro, I can tell you’ve been carrying some heavy stuff lately. You need to let it out.”

· Donnie felt the heat rise up through his body like he was suddenly being consumed by a fire and he ripped his glasses off his face and drew them down on the desk in frustration, “Mikey, I’m in love with Y/N. I have been for a while. I have been…”, Donnie hangs his head in shame, “…tracking all her digital foot prints and watching her. In fact, I’m the reason she found out that asshole boyfriend of her's cheated.”

· Mikey’s mouth drops open at Donnie’s demeanor and use of the word ‘asshole’, “Whoa, dude, why didn’t you say something earlier?”.

· Donnie can feel a stinging at the corners of his eyes, this was so embarrassing, so frustrating, so…..so many things at a once. He didn’t have a response for Mikey, all he could do was shake his head.

· Still with his head hung down and staring at the floor, Donnie starts to hear Mikey chuckle. Donnie looks up to see Mikey’s eyes on him and for some reason they are full of merriment at his painful dilemma. Donnie stares at his, normally, very considerate brother in astonishment, this isn’t like Mikey at all!

· “Mikey, I’m more than serious here, now is not the time to make of me. What is so funny?”, Donnie asks exasperatedly.

· Mikey shakes his bald head and claps his brother on the shoulder with his green hand, “Bro, she thinks you’re cute.”.

· “W-What?!”, Donnie stammers out.

· Mikey, still chuckling, says, “Yeah, dude, that’s why I asked WHY you didn’t say something about liking her sooner, she’s always thought you were cute. She and I talk about it all the time.”.

· Donnie just stares at his jolly brother in silence. His mind is too blown to form a sentence.

· Mikey turns to leave stating, “And by the way, dude, stop watching her like that…that’s just creepy.”.

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My personal head cannons for how the boys would kiss. I just wanted to do a GIF post for my first one lol

Raphiael

He’s very conscious of his strength, he doesn’t want to hurt you.

He is surprisingly tender and gentle.

You really have to break down those walls to make him comfortable enough with his own skin when you do get him comfortable expect the most mind-blowing make out sessions imaginable.

Will lift you up to his level if he has to.

Will kiss you to distract you during an argument if he feels like the time is better spent making out.

Please don’t expect to get away from him without multiple love bites. How else would he make sure that everyone knows you’re taken?

We all know that Raphael isn’t one to talk about his emotions and will let them out threw kisses. If he’s jealous, happy, pissed or even sad you’ll know by the way he kisses you.  

Michelangelo

Extremely enthusiastic.

Will definitely take kiss selfies, and they will 100% be his lock screen and background.

Make out sessions will end up leading to other things if he has anything to do with it.

Mikey has an oral fixation so even if you aren’t actively kissing at that moment if you’re watching him play video games or chilling watching a movie he has your hand pressed to his lips. Likes to have his mouth on you constantly and will bush his lips against you subconsciously without even thinking about it. It’s cute.

His favorite kind of kisses are the ones where he can catch you off guard. You weren’t necessarily expecting it but give him about 15 seconds and you’ll probably forget what you were doing before.

Donatello

He’s the sweetest out of the four boys.

Tender and polite… until it gets too heated then you cant really expect him to reign himself in too much. It wouldn’t be fair.

He is actually pretty private about it, he doesn’t really find it amusing to get made fun of by his brothers for PDA. He likes those times to be intimate anyway.

Make out sessions on his desk are a definite.

He’s also constantly talking, even if it’s just needy ‘i love you’s or a string of compliments broken up between kisses.

Leonardo

Definitely, the kiss you on the roof with nothing but the starlight kind of guy.

Also, the kind of guy that you would have a hard time actually sitting down and watching a movie with, because distractions… mainly his lips on yours.

Loves just relaxing on the couch with your legs resting on his and his arm around you tucking you close to him, it’s easiest to steal your attention like that.

Oh yes! One of my favorite tropes! Squeal! 💜💜💜

And I’m just writing it, skipping prompts. I know you don’t mind. 😘

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

Donatello considered himself a confident fellow. He prided himself on his intellect. He preened to show off the tech he had developed himself. And while his brothers may have a thicker musculature, he was the tallest of them, and frankly, ‘little Donnie’ wasn’t very little at all. He was quite aware of all he had to offer, and all that he couldn’t. So why, oh why, was it so difficult to tell you how he felt about you?

You were gorgeous, sarcastic, witty, and a fellow nerd. You were able to debate canon in multiple fandoms with him, and he found your enthusiasm rather stimulating. You were thoughtful, and brave, and everything he could possibly want in a partner. But each time he gathered his courage to confess, the words got stuck in his throat, and he choked. He desperately needed his plan for tonight to be different, before he lost any chance he might have with you.

You, in return, wondered why the sexy genius hadn’t made a move yet. In your mind, you would make the perfect couple. You thought you saw signs that he felt the same way, yet he never acted on the attraction. You were beginning to think it was all in your head, a lost cause. So when your phone lit up with a message notification this particular morning, it was with great surprise and no small amount of butterflies in your belly to see an invitation from the turtle in question. Donnie was asking you to sneak into the aquarium with him late that night, once the staff had gone for the day. You startled your co-worker with a high pitched squeal, and tried to calm your racing heart enough to type back an answer. You agreed to meet him in the alley running behind the aquarium at midnight, next to the dumpsters. You had to chuckle to yourself, how romantic.

The rest of the day went by in a blur and it was now 10pm. Fresh from the shower, you stood in front of your closet, wrapped in a towel. He didn’t specifically call it a date, so you didn’t want to dress up too much. You settled on a nice pair of jeans, your favorite Converse (for luck), and a cute off-the-shoulder sweater. You left your hair down, swiped on some mascara and a neutral lipstick, and stepped back to look in the full length mirror. Sexy casual, you nailed it.

When you arrived at the back alley, Donnie stepped out from behind the dumpster. You immediately noticed that he had traded his usual cargo pants for nicer jeans. So maybe this was more like a date after all. You greeted him with a fierce hug and a quick peck on the cheek.

He was slightly flustered when he asked if you were ready. You nodded with the biggest grin on your face. Donnie worked his magic on the back door and the security system. Then you followed him to the room with the security cameras, where he worked a little more magic to keep them from filming your excursion.

It was too risky to turn on any lights, but thankfully the exhibits gave off enough glow that you could both see well enough. It was eerily surreal to see all the aquatic creatures around you as you meandered along. Donnie pointed out different species and rattled off facts and trivia while you gazed at him in adoration. Every time he caught you staring, he became embarrassed, talking too fast and stumbling over his words. It just made you smile wider.

Finally, you arrived at the sea turtle exhibit. You both searched through the glass enclosure, but the turtles were nowhere to be seen. Donnie frowned, disappointed for you because you had looked forward to this part the most.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I know you said the turtles are your favorite,” he sighed.

Seeing an opportunity, you snatched it. You looped your arm through his and looked up into his big amber-green eyes.

“The turtles are my favorite, but I already have my favorite turtle right here with me, and I couldn’t be happier,” you confessed.

Donnie blinked. Did you-did you just say he was your favorite?

“Like favorite, as in?” he trailed off as you stood on tiptoe, hand reaching around his neck to draw him down closer.

When your lips touched, he sucked in a quick breath. You pressed forward, soft pecks against his closed mouth, until he finally responded. Kisses became firmer, more urgent, until you swiped your tongue against the seam of his lips. He stilled, then pulled back to look at you. Your parted lips were red and swollen, cheeks flushed and eyes half-closed. An image he took a mental picture of, and stored away to admire again later.

“Y/n.”

You opened your eyes, full of love, and the look seared him. You licked your lips and the motion caught his eye instantly. Suddenly, you found your back pressed up against the glass and Donnie’s insistent tongue slipping into your mouth. You moaned as you opened for him, tongues tangling and hips grinding. Things were progressing much faster than you had expected, but good lord, you did not want to stop or slow down for anything. Donnie’s hands were under your sweater, holding your bare waist as he ravaged your mouth. Small whines and whimpers of pleasure peppered the air as he trailed his kisses down your neck, to the shoulder bared by your top.

“Off,” you begged, lifting your arms up and he didn’t hesitate to slip your shirt off and toss it to the side.

Your breasts were pushed up nicely in a black lace bra, and Donnie showed his appreciation by slipping that long tongue between them and licking straight up. He kissed the swell of one breast, even as his deft fingers were unfastening the clasp to free them. Once the bra was gone, he turned his attention to sucking and licking your hard, pebbled nipples.

“Donnie! Oh god!”

He hummed in response. You pulled at his suspenders and accidentally snapped one against his side in the process. You both froze.

“S-sorry,” you giggled, shaking from holding back your laughter.

Donnie snorted, then began to laugh hysterically.

“Did I just kill the mood?” you asked, wiping at your eyes.

Donnie considered you for a moment, topless and grinning. You looked gorgeous, and perfect, and like everything he’d ever wanted.

“Y/n, I’ve been in love with you for ages. There is nothing you could do to make me not want you,” he admitted.

Relief swept over you, “I love you, too, ya big dork.”

Donnie’s hands went to his pants and he began to finish undressing. Taking your cue from him, you toed off your shoes and wiggled out of your jeans. When you were both down to underwear, he stepped forward and kissed you again. This kiss was longer, more loving, just pure sweetness. When he trailed his lips over your skin, licks and kisses, the occasional nip, he didn’t stop at your shoulder. All the way down to your lacy little panties he went, until they were tossed to the side with the rest, and you were completely exposed to him. Donnie looked up into your face as he lifted one smooth leg over his shoulder, baring your sex and making room for him to fit between your thighs. He leaned in and took his first taste of you, staring so intensely that you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Mmmm,” he moaned, going in for another lick, and then another. He was turning you inside out with those eyes watching your every reaction as he wrung every bit of pleasure he could from you. Your gasps and desperate pleas drove him on, eating you out expertly, which made you wonder where he learned to be so good at it. His hand snaked up towards your face, and you grasped his wrist with both hands, needing the contact to ground you. Your mouth sought a digit and you both heard and felt the vibration of his deep churr as you sucked on that thick finger. Donnie buried his face deeper into your cunt, face shiny with your juices as he brought you to a thigh trembling release. After one last lap, he pulled away and looked up at you, still sucking away on his finger.

“Do you want to keep going?” he asked, gently.

You let go with a wet pop, eyes darting down to the large tent in his underwear. The sultry smile you directed at him in answer was all he needed. He shoved his boxer briefs down and kicked them away, his long, veiny cock bobbing deliciously between you. You wanted a taste but Donnie wasted no time in lifting you in his arms, back still against the glass wall. He pressed into your entrance so slowly, giving you both a chance to adjust. Little by little, he pushed forward, filling you up. You felt like heaven. Like he was sliding into a hot, wet velvet glove that squeezed him tight. So tight, in fact, he was concerned that you wouldn’t be able to take his whole length. You surprised him again though when he hilted. Taking a minute, he took your mouth in a delicate dance of tongues and lips, driving the desire even higher. Then he pulled out nearly completely before ramming it back in hard enough to make you squeal. All you could do was hold tight to his shoulders as he fucked you relentlessly against the side of the enclosure.

“Oh fuck! Oh shit! Don!”

Every thrust rubbed you the right way as you found yourself close to cumming again. Donnie was muttering a mix of praise and obscenities as his hips snapped faster, signaling his imminent release. You snaked a hand down between you to rub at your clit, and within moments, you came hard, walls clenching around his cock. Almost immediately, you felt hot shots of cum coating your insides as you triggered his own orgasm. He pumped his hips, forehead pressed to yours, eyes squeezed tight as he emptied himself deep inside you. You both breathed hard and shakily as the adrenaline leveled out. Donnie opened his eyes and smiled warmly at you, a look of love that you happily returned.

“That was-oh my god!” Donnie screeched.

He stumbled backwards with you still in his arms, tripping over some discarded clothing and fell on his shell. Thankfully, he broke your fall, but why did he freak out? Turning your head, you were shocked to see that your lovemaking had drawn an audience of curious sea turtles. You could almost swear they looked amused. Donnie laid beneath you with an arm thrown over his face.

“You know, this would be normal in the wild,” you chuckled.

“Oh my god, y/n.”

oppps my finger slipped…. many times.. lol

well finally finished this…. Donnie with his guuuurlfriend , Kathrin ( donnies-pop-tart’s OC, from her fanfic Tech Support )

I love this couple, I can’t imagine Donnie with other girls anymore, thanks to her fanfiction,*snort* go and read it~

"You know what I mean..."

Donnie's girlfriend was killed in crossfire. This is the Aftermath.

For weeks, all Donnie has seen is the blue light of his computer. He's turned off all of his fairy lights and crawled into the dim of his lab, working on various projects for his racing mind. For too long he's been unreachable. 

There had to have been a way to salvage it. There had to have been. He is Donatello, the genius, the innovator. 

He hadn't known such a string of bitter failures until her. Each one after the other, all adding up to converge in one dark, dark timeline—if that idea was true, he thought. That night could have gone one of two ways, and the way that it went will forever be his biggest regret. 

His fingers don't feel so diligent anymore. Not right now, at least. They fumble and drop the delicate tool he's working with, something that grates on his last nerve. 

"No, no, stop—work for me!" he says angrily, looking at his hand. It has never been this bad before.

It's been hours since he continued his work. He can't stomach it anymore. He can't drop another tool, write one more word in his notes illegibly; he has to stop. And that's only possible with another existing directive for him to focus on. With a sigh, he leaves the counter for the computer instead. There's always something to be done or looked at there. 

"How can there be nothing?" he asks no one, picking through all his feed and reports of the week. No trace of the Foot, the bastard of the city. The coward. Disgusting, vile, it's vile, his stomach is twisting—

He stands up from his chair. Plants his palms on the edge of the desk. His gaze is lost in the still blue glow of the screen, a deep droning fading into his hearing. Like the sound of a wasp in flight. His ears are ringing; tinnitus he's developed from being in close range to gunshots, but it's slowly getting better. They heal where humans can't. 

But it's driving him crazy. 

Not being able to figure out if it's the silence he can't stand or the presence of noise, he reaches over and flicks on his stereo, letting the heavy metal play. 

That's better. The rhythmic pounding in his ears and incessant, barely heard ring is thoroughly drowned by the sound. 

The sheer exhaustion makes itself known by the heaviness he feels in his eyes, squinting into the darkness as he turns around and leans his back against the desk. He should sleep. But if he lays down, the thoughts will come back. 

He looks at the bottle of melatonin April gave him last week. To help him sleep, she said. He needed to sleep. 

There is no more to be done here, nothing engrossing enough he can occupy himself with without making himself anxious or mad. So he takes the bottle and dumps out the pills as he needs, popping them into his mouth before washing it down with the stray bottle of Gatorade on the floor. It's now he realizes just how dehydrated he is and finishes off the entire bottle. 

"You know," he starts in a mutter, wiping liquid from his mouth, but he can't bring himself to say it audibly. 

I never believed in God, he thinks. And I still won't. I refuse. 

In the moment she'd needed a miracle, He was nowhere to be found. Only Donnie had been her failure of a guardian angel that night, escorting her to the long dark himself. Trying to get a word out of her, trying his hardest to do what he could before it was too late. He'd held her small hand. Death isn't beautiful, he thinks sourly, shaking his head. He hasn't blinked in minutes. Nothing had been beautiful about that moment. Only surreal.

If gasping and choking for words was gorgeous, then the Foot soldier had been a true artist, he supposes, amused to the lowest degree. Behind him, his hands grip the edge of the desk so hard that his palms are beginning to hurt.

All his life had the background of struggle, the possibility of getting found out and their family torn apart. More recently, the Shredder on their tail, with blood on his mind. The stakes were even higher with the more human connections they gained between April, Casey, and [y/n]. More to bargain with, more to threaten, they'd found Donnie's weak point: his one and only girlfriend. The one spot he couldn't always defend, because as much as he wanted her to stay with him in the sewers, safe, she had a life too. 

Donnie often felt the weight of it later, but he'd always known the looming threat of it all. Figuratively, The Sword of Damocles could have been seen as a recurring theme in their life, but he'd never wanted to look at it so grimly. 

So, that was it. One moment she was there, the next she was gone, and reality was reaching crushing depth, critical mass, on him. 

In Donnie's room, he lay in his bed, staring up at the sprawl of papers, stickers, and random equations on his ceiling. The natural course of action seems to try to move on. But how, when he needs to figure out what he could have done to make things right? He shakes that train of thought away. Leo had told him this was a dangerous way to think for his emotional health, but it just felt too soon to regulate.

For once, his multitude of lights are on, the Christmas string next to him creating an array of colors against his wall. One bulb has gone out; the one he's neglected to fix because it doesn't matter, but curiously flickers on in his peripheral vision, eventually coming to stay lit. 

The small blue light next to him burns softly, observing Donnie in calm silence as he nods off to sleep. His tense face relaxes. He'd always looked so sweet asleep. She wished she could have seen it more often. 

The light escapes the bulb and floats to his bedside where a figure so faint sits at the edge, stroking his hand resting on his chest as he falls into a deep sleep. Her poor Donnie. 

Sleep well, love.