#donnie reader

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

All 👏about 👏the aftercare👏! He'll make sure you're clean and comfortable, carefully cleaning you up with one of maybe ten towels he keeps near every surface he ever thought of fucking you on (under his bed, two in the lab, in the needle room, etc). He makes sure you have a fresh set of clothes in the Lair, and tries to dress you after every 'session' (he likes to call it that, because despite being a sex god, he's squeamish about the word).

Prepare for all the snacks and soft drinks in the world.

If you're in the mood he'll even put on a movie to watch while you fall asleep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: Legs. Ever since that time you told him you love his thighs and how tall he is, he's been slowly getting into this whole self-appreciation business.

Yours: Your whole body, but if he had to be really specific - neck. It's one of those fascinating human things, that your neck is constantly exposed and so, so very vulnerable. If he were to mark his territory (which he does) that's where he would do it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

So. Much. Cum.

I mean, all the boys are huge, they produce A LOT of the stuff.

But unlike Raph and Leo, Donnie doesn't necessarily enjoy the sight of his, there's something deeply animalistic in the amount and feeling, and he refuses to fall to his most baser instincts.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He actually might kinda sort of like being dommed.

BUT DON'T YOU TELL ANYONE!

Raph caught him watching… some films once where a man was being VERY GENTLY bossed around by a lady in a leather suit, who referred to him as 'pet', and ever since you two started dating he's been calling him a 'boy toy' just to annoy him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Welp… Not much.

But where he lacks experience in the field, he makes up for it in research. That's right, y'all, Donnie is a Research king!

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He doesn't really have a specific position he likes, but for the most part, anything that let's him look at your face during sex. So anything from missionary, to mating press, to cowgirl, he's okay with.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Oh, you know this boy will be dropping dirty puns left and right. And he usually has a problem shutting up when he's excited, imagine that with all the oxitocin in his brain, when his filter is even less present.

Donnie: You said you felt guilty about that slice of cake, right?

S/O: Yeah?

Donnie: Let me burn off those calories.

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Donnie: Dove, you're so wet I might need an umbrella.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Nope, no carpet to match the drapes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's usually hyper-focused, he treats sex almost like a little project, with a clear objective - you, wholly, entirely fucked out. He's nothing if not thorough, always has his hands on you, tries to maintain eye contact as much as he can.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Aha.

A lot of that.

Both before and after you became a couple.

Before it used to be someone random on his mind, but after you met, that was it for him, he always thinks of you now.

He mostly goes to 'help himself' either late at night, after patrol, or whenever you're not around. He's a needy boy, he's always ready for action, but he realises you have to sleep sometimes.

Sometimes he'd even pull up the nudes you sent him, 'for visual aid'.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Again, he doesn't have a particular one he enjoys most, apart from praise. Verbal praise is what makes him melt.

Everything else is still on the table: roleplay, toys, wax, spanking, food, he's all for it.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere (The Lab, his bed, your bed, their kitchen, your kitchen, their bathroom, any bathroom, whatever table, some corner of some alley somewhere)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything (something in a movie reminded him of you, he saw someone on patrol that looked kinda like you, wearing his color, wearing his brothers' colors, wearing too much, not wearing much, a Halloween costume, you just mentioning the word 'sex'), get ready to go to poundtoun any time if the day.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

BDSM - he doesn't enjoy pain (inflicting or being inflicted on). He's a caring bean, he will never inflict pain on you, more than he knows you can take, which he's always worried about (humans are small and fragile in his mind, and he has to hold back his strength the whole time, which takes away any possible enjoyment there was to be had).

Degradation is also something he'd hate to do. Either side is bad for him, he couldn't force himself to use anything but loving and positive language about you, and with all of his insecurities about everything, he won't really enjoy being called names.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He's a natural giver. He's a people-pleaser. He will never object to going down on you. For like 24h straight.

Though he won't ask, he loves a good head. But he's also scared for you, he doesn't know what could happen, but secretly loves it when you actually want to do it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Whatever the occasion calls for. He's never one to stick to a specific style because it's easy.

He'll feel out the mood, and then give you exactly what you want and need at a certain moment.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

All of the quickies!

See point L, M, but this boy is always in the mood. Just give him the go-ahead and he's ready, that's how much you effect him, you can have him ready with just a look.

He doesn't necessarily prefer it to actual, proper sex, but again, whatever the situation calls for.

Sometimes neither of you have the time or patience to find the right place and do it properly. Sometimes the kitchen counter is fine.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's a scientist, i.e. a natural experimentalist (yes, it is an actual word, I checked). He'll try anything you want, and every once in a while he'll ask for something he likes as well (after some time, he'll get more comfortable with you and start being more and more open with his desires)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Welp, he's a ninja, and they're trained in stamina. But he has his moments. At first he wouldn't last all that long, it took some 'training' to get to the ideal point where he can go for hours.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

At first, he doesn't own any (why would he) but after you show an active interest in them, he'd start his own little collection. Nothing outrageous.

Just a Hitachi wand, some vibes, some dildos, and (I genuinely believe this would happen) a set of custom plugs with a turtle on the top.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's not usually much of a tease, he's used to being the one teased, but hell let loose after a bit and throw in an extra line of 'Had enough yet?' or 'How come you make so much noise now, and are so quiet during the day?' He's a chatterbox, of course he'd tease a bit, but never in a degrading or demeaning way.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He may not be loud but he's vocal!

From the talking, to grunts and huffs of air, to all-out moaning, his own set of noises (often referred to as 'churring'), to whining and whimpering when he's close. He's not a good liar, and he's not an actor, he can't hide what he's feeling, especially during sex.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Roleplay is something he found by accident. When you dressed up as Velma from Scrooby Doo on Halloween, and he nearly came in his pants when you said 'Hi'.

From then on, the costumes and acts change, but his interest never wanes.

He loves it when you wear costumes from his favourite films and comics (Barbarella, Velma obvs, Inspector Gadget, Betty from Archie Comics, Raven from Teen Titans, and please, please, please put on those Pikachu ears and lingerie, hell go nuts)

But also likes the regular things: nurse or doctor, scientist (we all know that), professor, police officer.

All of the costumes!

And of course he likes playing Doctor Don and the evil scientist every once in a while. He knows you enjoy those too, and is happy that he found someone to share his nerd interests.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

👀

I mean…

He's 6'8" so….

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is high all the time, I mean this boy drinks a pint of coffee and energy drinks every hour or so, his hormones are constantly running amuck.

Thing is, he won't act constantly horny, but he will once the thought of sex is put into his head, which, with how fast his ind runs could be anytime.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not very quickly. He usually struggles to sleep, at any point, that's why he's developed his unhealthy sleeping pattern.

He will take his time, to clean you up, get you comfy, maybe you can both take a shower if you want that, he'd make sure to get you anything you want before moving you to bed and letting you rest.

He's sleep easier with you after sex, than he usually does, but it takes a while for the tiredness to hit him.

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It had been almost two weeks since you’d last spoken. It was torture, but you knew it was necessary.

Leo had formally asked you to stay away from the Lair, avoid calling or texting if you could, because the thing they were working on was far too important and required all of their full and undivided attention. You remember looking longingly at the lab entrance, trying to object. Donnie would probably think you’re avoiding him, he’d be hurt, you couldn’t just leave one day and completely ghost him.

But at the end Leonardo’s intimidating presence had won out, he convinced you to play along. And when you asked what would happen if he called or texted you, he just responded with an ominous-sounding “I’ll handle it.”

Two weeks now, you’ve not heard his voice going on about some invention or other, or some theory he had. You haven’t seen his face in person, or talked to him in any manner, haven’t hugged or kissed him. Was he eating well? Was he sleeping at all? Was he tense and burnt-out or was he relaxed in his own odd hyper-focused way? Was he hunching over again so much his back hurt? Was he taking care of himself? You didn’t know.

You’d never thought being away from him for two weeks would impact your days so much. Your previous partners hadn’t all been monsters, some were relatively decent people you’d had a good connection with, and yet never had you felt such a profound sense of isolation after being away from them for a relatively short period of time.

You were constantly distracted, off some place else, and it seriously impacted your work and your studies, in fact, you’d nearly been laid off that one time in week one when you’d abandoned your station because thought you heard his ringtone and ran to the employee’s locker just to find no missed calls. You were missing class, not skipping, missing - you were physically there, but were otherwise some place far off.

You still hadn’t heard the go ahead from Leo, so until further notice, you were locked out of his life.

But you still had one way in without breaking the rules.

April.

Your conduit to the Lair.

She was probably super busy too. She was a journalist in what is one of the most turbulent times in recent decades, but you reasoned with yourself that you’d only take up a couple of her minutes.

You weren’t great friends with her. You’d never gone on spa days, or shopping sprees or lunches together, to be honest you were only friends because of the turtles, and the only reason you had her number was in case of an emergency. She was intimidating as fuck, all gorgeous and confident, and always equipped with the right answer and a one-liner to go along.

20:26

Is it too late to call?

She’s definitely not asleep, you two have stayed up the nights at the Lair multiple times, and you seemed to be the only one who had an issue with it.

But what if she’s at work?

She can’t be at that time, right?

Fuck it.

The line was open, it was ringing and still your anxiety didn’t seemed to go away even slightly.

“Hello?”

She didn’t know who it was. She hadn’t saved your number.

“Uh, hi, April, it’s (Y/N).”

“Oh, hey, how have you been?”

That’s the thing with her, even if you were jealous of her EVERYTHING, and super intimidated by the way she behaved, you could never truly hate her, because she was just too nice.

“Uhm, I’ve been okay...” technically not a lie, there was a point when you could classify as “okay”, but let’s get to the point, “Hey, listen, I wanted to ask you something. A-about the boys?” God, could you sound any more uncertain?

You fiddled with your lifted hood, that you’d put on to hopefully protect you from the rain of bad news, even though you were indoors.

Liveliness and hearty laughter could be heard all around her like she was in a closed space with extreme reverb.

“...Oh, and some mozzarella sticks too!” Was that Mikey?

“Wait, hold up.” she mumbled, immediately afterwards supposedly covering the microphone, and then - soft thumping.

Somewhat reflexively you hung up. Though, you don’t remember doing it, as your soul seemed to leave your body to make space for the sharp spades of an army of thoughts.

So she was down there? Why? Was she not included in the ban? Was she not a distraction too?

No, she’s an investigative journalist, she could actually help with what they were working on, she wasn’t just gonna sit there and be a burden.

Mikey sure didn’t sound very stressed, like you would after a two-week investigation, but that was just him. What about the rest of the voices you’d heard? Sure, you didn’t necessarily hear Donatello, but the rest of them sounded pretty animated...

Yeah, they’re not working 24/7, dipshit, they can rest every once in a while, like normal people do.

Okay, okay, I can just call and ask...

No, that’s what started this in the first place! I’ll just go in there, now that I know they’re taking some time off and just ask myself. Best way to clear a misunderstanding is by addressing it.

You don’t quite remember putting on a rain coat and boots, you don’t remember getting your keys and phone, and you don’t remember trudging through the streets in the rain, but, quite honestly that whole day was fairly muddy in your memory.

Jump over the fencing before the entrance, down the stairs and into the safe cover of the Old City Hall station and down the tunnel towards Broadway.

For once, you didn’t stop to admire the gorgeous view of the night sky through the skylights, the bright mosaics looked colorless, as their extravagant, intricate designs blurred together in a suffocating yellow fog.

It’s fine. Nothing bad is going to happen. Sure, you’re breaking your promise to Leo, but you’ll ask him to forgive you, you are just worried for his brother. He’ll understand.

“I’ll handle it.” what had he meant by that?

He could not have possibly taken ALL of Donnie’s means of contacting you, Leo didn’t know enough about tech to restrict him. Maybe he just didn’t want to call?

Or maybe, he’s not obsessed with you as you are with him. Maybe that’s just a healthy boundary he’s trying to keep.

Good on him.

And then there’s that one metal panel of the build, looking exactly like the rest of the structure, especially with the dim lighting, but you knew better. On the side on the panel was a smaller sliding panel, with a pass code input under it.

07/15/16

The day of the Kraang invasion. The day you and Donnie met.

The heavy metal panel slid to the side, letting you in to what was hopefully going to be a calm adult conversation.

Immediately, the smell of freshly ordered takeout and some some loud beat hit your senses.

Maybe that’s just how they work.

You didn’t need to step any further through the threshold, as Donatello happened to be walking by.

And immediately, the difference was tangible.

The small relaxed smile on his face fell into a shocked frown, his eyes widened, back and shoulders straightened, tense, as if ready for battle.

Maybe he’s just surprised to see you.

“Uh... hey?” you weren’t expecting much, more, but somehow that hurt.

“Hey.” you caught yourself nearly whispering, so you cleared your throat hoping, the nerves will go away too, “Can we talk?“

From where you were standing, you could see the rest of the family and April, Casey, and Vern. Seems like you were the only one not invited.

“Sure.”

He seemed nervous as he stepped out to get closer to you.

You briefly saw something pass through your vision and it was Leonardo, who through his ever-cool facade seemed to be upset. What was he upset about, everything seemed fine with them?

“What’s up?”

No hug or kiss hello, no warm smiles, he even stood a distance away from you.

Maybe he’s just tired.

“Uhm, not much.” you didn’t get all the way down here to talk about your day, and deep down you kind of knew that, "So, you finish that job?"

"What job?" his brows furrowed, eyes squinting lightly in confusion, he was genuine.

Maybe I didn't phrase it well.

"That big and important one that Leo said would require your undivided attention?" you elaborated, still hoping to conceal the real reason for your visit.

"Oh, uhm," and then he started avoiding eye contact, and took a minuscule step back, "not-not yet, no."

Lie.

"Okay." you nodded, he must’ve had a good reason to lie to you to your face, "Well, I just came to ask if you were okay." still avoiding your eyes, shrinking in the frame, he was ashamed, but what was he ashamed of, "I was worried."

"Yeah, we're good."

But the dam was cracking quickly under the constant rain, small leaks started running through the cracks.

"Why are you lying to me?"

That seemed to shock him into attention, as he stood up to his full height now finally making eye contact, eyes wide, chin low - defensive.

"What are you talking about?" he objected, but for naught, you know him.

"I've seen you lie, Don. I know how it looks."

You sounded defeated, like you'd already broken up. All you wanted to know was why.

"There's no big mission, is there?" you tried to keep your voice from cracking by raising your voice slightly, "Did you make your brother lie to me too, or was it a collective decision?"

Not like you could salvage your relationship with the rest of the clan now, but just out of curiosity, morbid curiosity perhaps, you wanted to know.

Still no response. He was just completely quiet. Defiant in posture but not in words, he was making no effort to fight your accusations. And that made you so viscerally angry.

Keep it together, his family is watching. Don't make a scene.

"You have nothing to say to me? Really?"

Keep it together.

"So this is how it ends then? With you just ghosting me like I don't exist?"

And then he looked down, hands locking in front of him, lips pursed - holding back.

And that broke the dam.

"No, you're NOT shutting me out, Donnie!" your voice cracked at the rapid shift of pitch and volume he seemed startled too, but fuck him at that point, "Not like this! Not after everything!"

"What do you want me to say?" he screams back, you seemed to have got through to him for a short bit.

"Fucking anything, Don!" your arms were gesturing wildly as if trying to fight off your own invisible demons, as you tried to keep the tears at bay, though you seemed to be failing at both, "A text to tell me were breaking up would be better than this!"

"Yeah and then I would be your dick-ex who broke up over text."

"Oh, but it's completely fine to hang me out to dry then?!"

"Like you would accept no for an answer."

And that fucking hurt. Was he just saying that to hurt you or was it true?

Donatello may be kind and quiet 98% of the time but he was truly vicious in a fight. He knew where to hit to cause pain.

"The fuck are you talking about?"

"This whole time we've been going at your pace, you never asked what I want."

That's not true. Is it?

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

"Would you have cared?"

"Yes!"

"Bullshit!"

No, that's not true, that was a lie too. Right?

"So, this is all my fault then? You ghosting me?"

"You're shocked by this?"

Speechless, you stood there, blurry eyed, and shaking.

He still refused to give you answers, just asked more questions.

That broke you.

"Fuck you." seething like a snake, he deserved even less, you refused to look at him anymore, you just ran.

You ran until you couldn't breathe, or was that because you were crying?

Once you reached the stairs up to Town Hall, you crumbled onto the old tile. You just knelt there and cried, until you felt you'll turn to dust if you shed any more tears. You managed to push yourself against a wall, the cold mosaic tiles doing little to bring back the warmth in your life, as you tried not heave under the soft yellow gas-like lighting.

This was all a massive mistake.

A huge, stupid, ugly mistake.

And one you'll pay for dearly.

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