Mango 🥭

Rules!

Allowed

Nsfw (I'm an adult dw,)

Mildly kinky shit

Poly relationship

Dub-con (Drunk, high, etc)

Yandere (stalking, possessiveness, imprisonment, etc)

Basically anything, Still though. Ask if you're not sure about something.

!!NOT!! Allowed

Non-Con (even for the yandere, too dark. It js don't sit right wit me)

Character x character

Romantic Adult x Child relationship

Non aged up Kid character X Kid character Nsfw/suggestive

Zoophilia, pedophilia, the normal x3

Oc x character

More info!

🥭: I have a very short attention span, so I will not be taking any requests that aren't from the shows/games stated below. I also go on hiatus quite often and randomly at that. if I have "Hibernating" in my bio, well, it means I ain't available.

Fandoms I'm in!

Currently: Blocktales

Writing for: Griefer (sorry CK fans)

EddsWorld

Writing for: Tom, Edd, Matt, Tord, Jon

Fire Force

Writing for: the adults and minors (ask)

One Punch Man

Writing for: Saitama, Sonic, Garou,

Mumen ily mumen , Fubuki, Charanko,

Genos

Dr Stone

Writing for: Senku, Gen, Ryusui,

🥭: I'm SO SORRY FOR GOING OFFLINE FOR SO LONG, I hope y'all can accept this... (Totally not because I suddenly had a billion ideas for Don and had to write them xP)

★Stupid Cupid you're a real mean guy,

I'd like to clip your wings so you can't fly.

I'm in love and it's a crying shame..

And I know that you're the one to blame.

As you laid down on your bed, tossing and turning as you struggled to fall asleep. A faint glow of pink visible in the almost pitch black room.

You sat up, groaning while you rubbed your eyes. Taking your phone off of the desk it was currently charging on.

“Real dick move, brain.” you grumbled, looking at the current time.

12:45 PM.

You squinted, the light from your phone almost blinding as your eyes adjusted. The blush finally visible on your face.

Rereading your conversation with Donatello on the handy T-phone he so kindly gave to you, the corners of your lips curving up ever so slightly as you recalled your memories with the Purple Turtle.

He had been running rampant in your mind throughout the week, and you had been yet to catch him.

You sighed, laying back down as you faced the ceiling. You had to accept the fact you liked him sooner or later, why not be in denial for a bit longer?

★Hey hey, set me free!

Stupid Cupid stop picking on me.

Maybe it was because you had a thing for smart guys, or maybe it's because of his stupid dorky smile, maybe it was because he only had said smile whenever you were around, or maybe—

You blinked, burying your head into your hands as you groaned. Your friend looked at you with growing concern.

"You alright?"

You waved your hands dismissively,

“Yeah, I'm doing great.”

"You ssuureee?"

“i'm very much sure, thank you.”

"Maybe it's that Donatello guy you keep mentioning."

“shut up— no it isn't,”

Your friend has gotten increasingly closer to you, wiggling their eyebrows as they shoved you playfully.

“—Oookay maybe it is.”

"Tell me more?"

“no.”

★I can't do my homework and I can't think straight, I meet her every morning 'bout half past eight.

It wasn't very well hidden, practically everyone in your friend group knew something was up.

You'd randomly message them that you wouldn't be able to make to the hangout followed by some bogus explanation.

Sometimes when they made their way to your house they'd see you sneak off somewhere.

Once you'd almost been caught entering a manhole just to get to the lair, or to Donnie to be more specific.

You did not like it whatsoever.

★I'm acting like a lovesick fool, You've even got me carrying your books to school.

Conversation flowed smoothly as you helped Donnie carry some spare parts from the junkyard, he ranted about some machine he would make with said parts.

At this point you felt as if time itself had stopped, all you could hear was the sound of his voice echoing off the buildings as you two walked through the alleyway.

The road was quite crowded near the garage, it would've been impossible to get in without getting caught. Manhole it is I guess.

You hadn't even noticed that you've already arrived at the manhole cover.

You absentmindedly followed his figure and he knelt down to take off the cover, looking at you expectantly.

He cleared his throat before gesturing to the open manhole.

“wh— oh, uh.. my bad.” you murmured,

"I'll go down and you hand me the parts, sounds good?" He smiled, if only he knew the effect that had on you.

“..yeah.”

You watched as he placed the spare parts on the ground, then moved to go down the ladder.

Once he gave the signal you grabbed the bucket next to the hole, a rope tied to it so it would be easier to get stuff down if it was too heavy or big to get down normally.

You placed as many parts as you could fit in the bucket before grabbing the rope and slowly letting it down the long hole.

Once Donnie was done getting all the parts out he tugged lightly on the rope, letting you know he was done.

After repeating that process more times than you could count, you slowly ascended down the ladder. Once again carrying the spare parts while you made your way to the lair, Donnie humming some tune he heard while Mikey was watching the Television.

You didn't like how you could practically smell Donnie from how close you two were, maybe it was because he smelled like sewer or maybe it was because of the fact it made your heart race. Probably both anyway.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when he started talking.

"Hey, (Nickname)?"

“uh— yeah? What's up?”

"I just wanted to thank you for helping, it means a lot to me." He beamed up at you.

You looked away, already feeling the heat creeping up onto your face.

“Psh.. it's no Biggie, it's the least I could do as a... Friend.”

It hurt to say that, partially because it was true.

Donnie chuckled, nudging you playfully.

"Yeah, well, I'm glad to have you as a friend then."

That hurt even more, and this time, it's because he could never see you more than just a friend.

★Hey hey, set me free!

Stupid Cupid stop picking on me.

Your heart raced whenever you even just thought of him, and it broke just as fast. You knew deep down that he'd never like you back, (did you though?). if Cupid really did exist, he's cruel.

You clutched your beating heart as you hid behind a wall, trying your hardest to calm it down before going back to meet Donnie again.

All this from just grazing each other's hand? Maybe you really were pathetic, or maybe you're just touch starved. Could be both.

You knew Donnie was just sitting there watching TV, completely unaware of what power he had over you. You felt bad lying to him, you usually told him everything. But not this, it's not worth losing him over some feelings. Right?

★You mixed me up for good right from the very start.. Hey now, go play Robin Hood with somebody else's heart!

When you first met Donnie, it was like an arrow went straight through your heart. Maybe you're over exaggerating it, maybe.

It's like the arrow was laced with poison, slowly infecting every part of your body without you knowing it, and lastly, it infected your heart.

You always had a feeling you liked him from the start, maybe it was the fact you couldn't accept liking him more than just platonic liking.

It got harder and harder to push back down into the deep depths of your heart. The last straw was when it finally hit you straight in the face, you loved him. And you couldn't do anything about it, neither could you decide whether he'd reciprocate or not. It was killing you slowly, just like poison.

★You got me jumping like a crazy clown,

And I don't feature what you're putting down.

By no means did you think you even slightly deserved him, Donnie's a really sweet guy. He deserved more than some person who can't even come to terms with their own feelings.

Still didn't stop your heart from doing a backflip into a cartwheel into a handstand flat-back though.

Every time you saw him, your heart just decides to do a whole workout routine inside your chest, the butterflies in your stomach don't help either.

★Well since I kissed her loving lips of wine,

The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine~

Hey hey, set me free?

Stupid Cupid stop picking on me!

It did not give you any sense of pride to admit this but, on more than one occasion, you have fantasized about kissing Donnie. It embarrassed you to no end. (Stupid teenager hormones)

Maybe one day Cupid would decide to have mercy on you, and finally let you move on. Doesn't seem like he's going to, though.

Maybe for one day you could stop being such a weirdo for Donnie? Just for one day?

★You got me jumping like a crazy clown,

And I don't feature what you're putting down!

The fact that you always felt happier whenever you were just with him, even being in the same room could dramatically change your mood didn't help at all.

You hated always wanting to be near him, his entire existence feeling like a drug to you. Time always seemed to fly faster than when you weren't with him, you could never get enough of his rambles, anything he made amazed you, you hated it. You hated being in love.

And you hated the intense feeling of dread whenever you even thought of confessing to him, being rejected by all means was not on your to-do list. Neither was ruining your perfectly good best-friendship with Donnie.

★Well since I kissed his loving lips of wine,

The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine.

You got so caught up in your train of thought that you hadn't even considered the fact Donnie liked you back, maybe it's a defense mechanism set up by your brain so you couldn't dig an even deeper pit.

Donnie watched you do your homework as you fail to notice his longing, he's loved you for a long time already. But by his logic you would never like him back, who would wanna date a green sewer turtle? Living in the sewers is bad enough. What about being a mutant?

He quickly corrected an answer you had written down, his arm coming up from behind you to take a hold of your hand. He erased the previous answer and wrote the correct one.

He knew he couldn't hold your hand like this for too long or it'd be suspicious. Though the both of you craved each other's touch.

You were the only person who would actually listen to his rambling instead of just nodding along and pretending you were. You would ask questions that would spark new conversations, you came to him for answers. You looked for him when you needed help.

You genuinely enjoyed his ramblings. You enjoyed his company though he had nothing more to offer than just knowledge and machines he had made. He didn't even need to talk sometimes, you would just watch him do whatever he was doing. Offering help when he needed it.

Donnie only snapped out of it once you had begun waving in his face.

“—nnie, D? DonTron? Donatello? The turtle in purple? Donasaurus? Downtown Donsville?”

"Yeah—? Sorry I was- uh zoned out."

“could you help me with uh— number twenty five?” you scratched the base of your neck.

"Twenty five—? Didn't I already explain it to you? Like, eight times?"

You laughed sheepishly, turning around to face him.

What you expected was a look of disapproval. as much as Donnie loved explaining things, no one wants to repeat themselves. what you hadn't expected however, was that Donnie was actually much closer than you thought.

As soon as you turned around, you were met with Donnie's lips. You had accidentally kissed him.

As you pulled away, two fingers on your lips while your whole face flushed a shade of red.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you avoided Donnie's gaze like the plague, what if he hated it? What if he doesn't wanna be friends anymore?

Your thoughts were immediately shut up by Donnie clearing his voice.

"I'm sorry if this isn't the right time but— can we do that again.?"

Your eyes shot up to meet his and you took in the significantly darker shade on his face. You thought of what he'd looked like flustered, it was even better than you'd imagined.

“i— Yeah, I guess..?”

You held your breath in as he leaned in closer, your face scrunched up as you felt his breath fan over your face.

You peeked through one of your eyes when you felt him move away, a bashful expression mixed with a hint of sadness behind it on his face.

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, glancing over at you.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to, ya kno."

Shit— that's not-

Before you could think of anything else, it was like someone pressed autopilot in your mind.

You quickly spun around in the chair, extending your hands to his face. You gently cupped his cheeks as you leaned in,

Donnie's eyes opened in shock as he felt your lips softly kiss the edge of his lips, you had missed his mouth entirely.

You pulled away anxiously, your face heating up at the fact you completely ruined the moment by missing his lips.

Your eyes frantically searched his eyes, trying to catch some semblance of a hint that everything was fine and that Donnie doesn't hate you.

Unfortunately for Donnie, he was too dumbstruck and lovestruck to form a coherent sentence.

The only thing he managed out wasn't even a word, all he did was shoot out a lazy smile.

You sighed in relief, happy that at least he enjoyed it.

While you turned back around to continue doing your homework, you were interrupted by a familiar green hand.

"Maybe one more?"

★Hey hey, set me free

Stupid Cupid stop picking on me.

A few days afterwards, he finally confesses, and by confesses I mean he builds a robot out of spare parts to confess for him. Partially because he's too shy to do it himself and also because he wanted to impress you as well.

And after that was just a hazy blur of study dates and lovey dovey stuff, as Mikey so kindly put it.

You held Donnie's hand as you two watched the stars on top of a random building, you listened as Donnie pointed out every constellation he could see and facts about every star that was apart of each one.

"Did you know that Sirius is the brightest star we can currently see? With our bare eyes?"

You chuckled, gently caressing Donnie's hand with your thumb.

"But I'd have to disagree with it, yknow why?" He added, sitting upright as he gazed down lovingly at you.

“No, why?” you sat up as well, looking at him questioningly.

"Becauseee.. you're the brightest star I've ever seen." He grinned at you.

You grinned back, a light blush adorning both of your cheeks.

“You're such a cornball, Donnie.”

"Yeah, but I'm your cornball."

“Donnie!”

"What?"

You two laughed, smiling lovingly at eachother.

★Hey hey, set me free

Donnie walked out of the living room with a huff, the sound of his brother's laughter only fueling his frustration.

He angrily wiped at his eyes, feeling the familiar building up of tears. He didn't know why he didn't just go back to the lab or his room, it was like he was on autopilot at this point.

He beelined straight to your home, jumping from building to building and roof to roof. He climbed one of the pipes, grumbling about his brothers until he made it to your window.

Once he recognised the curtains in your favourite colour, he held the pipe right with one hand and knocked with his free one.

He relaxed as he heard the familiar shuffling of steps on the other side, watching as the curtains slid revealing you behind the window.

Donnie watched as you scrambled to open the locked window, it wasn't usual for him to come to your house unless it was an emergency. Especially in broad daylight.

Once the window slid open, he carefully got inside.

You scanned his body for any possible injuries or reason he might be here. He would've looked completely normal if it wasn't for the somber look on his face.

“D? What brings you here?” you asked him worriedly, it unnerved you to see Donnie so.. dejected.

He chuckled nervously, Donnie didn't even know himself.

"Why? You don't want me here?"

“Very funny, Don. You don't usually come here unless you need help.” you looked at the seemingly guilty turtle mutant.

"m sorry if I bothered you, I just— wanted to get away from the lair for a bit." he fiddled with his fingers, embarrassed to tell you the real reason. "Is it so wrong to wanna hang out with my bestest buddy in the entire world..?"

“just tell me the real reason, D.”

You sighed, Donnie was good at a lot of things. Lying? Not one of em.

“If you wanted to hang out with me, you coulda just messaged me instead of coming all the way up here” You eyed him.

Donnie let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, the ends of his lips slightly down turned into a frown.

“is this about your brothers?”

He perked up at that question, his head slightly tilted as he looked at you.

"..how do you know?"

“i've been to the lair enough times to know they don't take you very seriously sometimes.” you shrugged. “especially when you're rambling.”

He let his gaze drift over to the floor, his shoulders sagging slightly.

“c'mere DonTron, I prescribe you with a hug. we don't have to talk if you don't want to talk.” you walked over to the turtle, embracing him.

Donnie tensed up, though not for long as he reciprocated and hugged back. Sighing through his nose as he eased into the hug.

"Thanks [Name], you always know what to say."

Raph shifted tirelessly in bed, unable to sleep.

Ever since that day, with a new sense of hope. Raph tried his best to serenade you, it proved frustrating though after the twelfth time his brothers walked in.

He tried training harder to get your attention, only to get distracted and get his ass kicked.

Raph rubbed the sore spot on his head, groaning in pain as he attempted to soothe the bruise. Master Splinter sighed from the chair he was currently sat at.

He stood up and turned to look at you. as he met your eyes, he found you already staring at him with a hint of pity in your eyes.

Raph felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment and partially shame.

You briefly left the room to go get him an ice pack. When you came back he found himself unable to look in your eyes, flushing a deeper shade of pink as he felt you gingerly place the ice pack on the forming bruise.

He rubbed the now healed spot on the top of his head when he recalled another time he tried impressing you by challenging his brothers to an arm wrestling contest, only for you to join and beat him yourself. Man you were stronger than you looked

The sound of a fist banging on the table rang loudly throughout the room, heavy panting signifying Raph's victory, he had won in the arm wrestling contest.

He wore a smug grin as he looked in your direction. he watched as you made your way towards the table, taking a seat in the opposing chair.

The feeling of his victory quickly fading. A look of confusion replacing the once smug smile on his face. he watched as you lifted your arm up onto the table, propping your open hand up using your elbow.

It was then he realised your intentions.

You intended to challenge him.

“mind if I join?”

"Nah, go for it."

He would hold back, of course. But Before Raph even registered that the game had started, his hand was already pressed against the table.

Silence filled the room, everyone's gaze flickering from your hand to Raph's hands laying on the table.

Mikey started laughing, poking at Raph's cheek as he teased him about losing so easily.

"Man! I didn't expect you to-" Mikey once again burst out laughing, "—losE so easily!"

Mikey wiped a tear from his eyes, it seemed like the others were holding back laughter too.

He looked back at you, a sheepish expression on your face. He flushed red and quickly stormed out of the room.

The others watched as Raph practically had steam coming out from the side of his head, marching over to his room.

Raph held a pillow over his face, groaning into it as he brainstormed more ideas. He took the pillow off of his face, staring blankly up at the ceiling, he sighs.

He really didn't want to resort to asking his brothers for advice, but, desperate times call for desperate measures.

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Raph walked over to the living room, scanning the area for any signs of you. Once the coast was clear, he made his way towards his brothers.

"Yo!" Mikey took a bite of his pizza, "mornin' dude." Waving at Raph with his free hand.

"Morning Raph."

Donnie just simply waved his hand, too busy tinkering with something on the couch.

"I need to ask you guys something." He cut to the chase.

Leonardo paused the show they were currently watching, all three of them looking at him.

"I need.. Fuck— how do I explain this?"

Mikey got off the couch, walking over to Raph before patting him on the shoulder.

"Don't sweat it broski, if you need advice on how to ask out [Name], we gotchu bro." He beamed at Raph.

Raph looked at Mikey confused. He then looked at the others confused, only for them to shrug.

"It's pretty obvious you have a crush on them man. Donatello and April obvious." Donnie groaned.

"It doesn't answer my question though, how do I ask out [Name]?" Raph huffed.

"Just be yourself." Donnie piped up.

"Are you sure that'll work D? I mean.. Raph is Raph. No offense." Mikey gestured at Raph.

Raph growled at Mikey.

"No, really. According to studies, if you just be yourself you have a much higher cha—"

"I think what Donnie means is, just tell them." Leo interjected.

Raph sighed, 'i guess I'll try it.' he thought.

"If you need help giving her a gift, I'm the man to call." Mikey patted Raph's back.

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Raph stood at the doors of your balcony, in the end, even Casey and April helped him.

He looked at his reflection, they forced him to wear a suit. His gaze flicked over to the bouquet he bought for you, he got them specifically because they were your favourite flowers.

He held his breath as he knocked on the sliding glass doors, awkwardly waiting for you to open. He perked up at the sound of footsteps coming from the other side.

His heart skipped a beat when you finally opened it, already smiling due to him usually coming over. Your eyes widened slightly as they landed on the bouquet, he could faintly see a blush on your cheeks in the soft moon light.

“Wh—” you looked in his eyes.

"I uh- thought I'd get you a gift. It was April's idea." He swallowed his saliva, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. Extending the one with the bouquet over to you.

The shocked look on your face faded into a soft smile, not the one you usually wore around his brothers. The smile you only had for him.

"I was wondering if- you'd.. like to be more than friends?" His heartbeat rang loudly in his chest, if it wasn't for the darkness of the night, he was sure you'd see the redness of his face. Maybe you already noticed it, always calm and collected.

Before he could get any wrong ideas, you walked over to him. kissing him softly on the cheek.

Raph always liked the fact you were so cool. no matter the situation, you always made it seem as if it was just like any other day. He admired that about you, it rivaled his own hot-headedness in a way only you could.

But now as he sat on the toilet, all bloody and bruised up. He wondered where that side of you went.

He understood where you were coming from but it's like his ego prevented him from accepting it, any time he tried speaking up was immediately shot down.

He faked an annoyed sigh as he looked in the opposite direction, trying to ignore the stinging pain on his right bicep.

He nearly shivered at the heavy sigh you let out, the hot air tickling his skin.

“Raphael.” you spoke sternly, the mere tone of your voice enough to have Raphs heart pounding inside his chest.

He coughed, trying his best to keep up the bravado.

"Yeah.?" He felt your eyes bore into the back of his head, wincing at the slight pain of the needle penetrating his skin.

“look at me.” you ordered.

He gulped before shakily turning to look at you. not because he was scared, hell no! It's obviously because of the large gash you were currently stitching up. Yeah, definitely.

“What the fuck were you thinking? Did you seriously think you wouldn't get hurt? God, Raph. Sometimes I swear your ego makes you fucking stupid.” You stared daggers into Raph's eyes before continuing to stitch the gash.

He flinched once more, "But i-"

You turned your head sharply, glaring at Raph with the usual twinkle and calmness from your eyes completely gone. His breath hitched, it wasn't like you to be so...

“no 'Buts' Raph, what you did was fucking idiotic. if it weren't for Leo, I'd have to fix up more of your wounds. All that just to impress me?” you turned back to focus on finishing the stitch, the thread was severed with a quiet 'snip'

Raph's eyes widened at the last sentence, you couldn't have possibly known right? He never told anyone, he even tried his best to hide it.

"What?" Was all he could manage, staring at you with wide eyes. He followed you even as you knelt down to get the bandages from the cabinet under the sink.

“dont play games with me Raph, I see the way you act around me. The shit you pull off was practically upped tenfold, even your brothers could see that.” a faint blush making its way onto your cheeks, to which you promptly hid by applying alcohol on the cotton balls.

Raph's heart sank. if you knew all along, why didn't you say anything? Did you not like him back?

As he stared at the floor in thought, he only slightly registered the fact you were once again kneeling Infront of him. He hissed at the stinging pain of alcohol on the other cuts, you reacted by simply glancing at him.

You sighed, putting the used cotton balls in the trash, standing up. You cupped both of his cheeks, gently having him look at you. Your gaze still tense and sturdy, but a hint of empathy comforting Raph just a little.

Raph stared up at you, shock and guilt written all over his face.

“you worried me half to death, Raph.”

He felt himself shrinking under your stern gaze. Looking off to the side in an attempt to hide his embarrassment.

You took the bandages and wrapped them tightly around his arm, just tight enough to keep the wound closed.

“Raph?”

"Yeah..?"

You kissed the top of his head.

“next time, don't be such a dumb fuck. Be a good boy and stay safe for me.”

Raph sat there with wide eyes and rosy cheeks, barely registering the fact you had already left the bathroom. His fingers grazed over the spot you kissed him at, his heartbeat getting more and more prominent in his chest. But this time, it was accompanied with butterflies in his stomach.