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faith-forgxtten-land · 1 month

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Come to Bed | Donatello

this started with the idea of seducing donnie into healthy sleeping patterns and then just. spiralled from there. i didn't really have a specific iteration in mind but reading it back, it definitely fits bayverse most, i think, so that's what i'll categorise it under!

warnings: NSFW, swearing, general filthiness? gender neutral reader, everyone is 18+!!

summary: there is only one way to get donnie to come to bed (two if you count blackmail)

word count: 2411

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It’s nearly 3am and your eyelids feel heavy, eyes glassy and beginning to ache just a little, and Donnie is still not in bed. You look at the empty space beside you, cold and untouched, and kick the covers off your bare legs. The air is cool, goosebumps raising the moment you abandon the comfort of bed, and you almost regret getting up as your feet hit the freezing floor.

Donnie is so lucky you love him and care for his health.

He's exactly where you'd left him hours before, sitting hunched over a desk in his lab, and you wonder briefly if turtles with their shells can suffer the same complications as humans with poor posture. Perhaps you'll force him to join you and Mikey for your bi-weekly yoga sessions. “Donnie?”

The terrapin doesn't so much as flinch, instead burying his face further into a screen that is already way too close to his face. Oh, his prescription is definitely going to need updating soon, you think amusedly. You clear your throat, attempting your best grumpy Raph impersonation. “Oi, four-eyes.”

Now Donnie does flinch, beak nearly crashing into his monitor, glasses slipping as he salvages his precious technology from being assaulted by his face and spinning in his seat to glower at whoever dared disturb him. He relaxes when he realises it's just you, shooting you a scowl that's devoid of any real heat. “You need to stop doing that voice, it's creepy.”

You grin at him, noting the exact moment he registers what you're wearing – or, rather, what you're not wearing. His eyes go wide and his lips part, scowl melting like ice doused in salt. He swallows thickly. “You're meant to be a ninja,” you tease, stepping slowly into his space and letting his hands fall to your waist before they curl around your back as he pulls you close, palms flattening against your spine. “You can't hear when one measly human is behind you?”

“You are so mean to me,” Donnie says instead of answering.

“We both know you like it. Besides,” you look down at your naked skin, his own eyes following your pointed gaze eagerly. “I think I'm being pretty kind, actually. Someone was meant to come to bed three hours ago and ravish me, but apparently, I'm not more interesting than,” you peer over his shoulder as best you can, squinting at the tiny squiggles. Lips pursed, you look at your boyfriend flatly, not bothering to finish your sentence.

“I can explain.”

“World of Warcraft? Really, Donatello?”

He winces at the full name. “I wasn’t playing for long,” he defends himself. “I’ve been looking over some things Leo asked for since this morning, I was just taking a break.”

“Taking a break means coming to bed and not staring at a screen for even longer.” Softer, you add, “I’ve been waiting for you for hours.”

You run your hands up the bumpy skin of his muscled arms, over scars and rough tissue that you’ve pressed kisses to countless times, to rest upon his shoulders. A small part of you is resentful, but the larger, kinder part of you is concerned; his eyes are bloodshot to the extreme, and exhaustion is etched deep into the lines of his face. You dig your nails in and massage a little roughly, feeling those worried knots and doing your best to soothe them with gentle palms.

It hits him then, just exactly what he’d missed out on by getting caught up, and his shoulders sag under the tender weight of your caress, twitchy energy that can keep him up for days deserting him instantly. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs quietly.

You smile at him, fond and warm, one hand trailing upwards to cup his jaw. “It’s okay.” His skin is something you’ll never get tired of touching, you think, as you rub your thumb over the swell of his cheek. You pinch him a little, coy and mean the way you know he loves, before soothing it with a whisper of a kiss when he hisses playfully. “Although, you’ll have to make it up to me.”

“And what is my punishment?” he asks dryly, guilt pushed aside to indulge in your teasing as you lean closer to hide your smirk in the crook of his neck.

“You’ll be in bed by 11 p.m. sharp every night for the next week.” You can tell an objection is on the tip of his tongue, and you fix your teeth along his throat in warning. “I’ve already cleared everything with Splinter and Leo.”

Donnie sighs both in pleasure and in resignation. “Are you trying to seduce me into having healthy sleeping patterns?”

You start to kiss his neck, soft grazes of your lips against his scaled skin. “Maybe. Is it working?”

“Well—”

“If the answer isn’t yes, I’ll be very offended and I’ll be forced to dump you,” you add airily, tongue flicking leisurely over his rapid pulse. “You're incredibly lucky I haven't already for ditching me for World of fucking Warcraft.”

“Oh, blackmail too. Lucky me,” Donnie mutters, but it’s full of mirth and he doesn't push his luck any further.

You grin against his skin, and you grin even wider when he starts as your teeth scrape along the column of his throat. His hands have a bruising grip on your hips, and you bite down harder just to feel his grip tighten.

“You’re such a tease,” he whines, unable to stop himself bucking up into you. His breathing has turned to panting, short and desperate gasps that make heat curl in your stomach, and you trail your nails down the keratin of his plastron slowly.

“You love it,” you murmur coyly, fingers brushing against the elastic of his waistband mischievously. “And you deserve it.”

Donnie curses loudly, head falling back as you pull on that elastic just to let it snap back against him. His pants are soaking, and you feel that familiar rush of smug satisfaction as you slot your knee between his thighs. It does terrible things to your ego seeing him like this; it makes you drunk and dizzy seeing him drenched and needy for you, and you groan under your breath as he grinds against you.

“Please,” he whimpers.

You hum as casually as you can. “Please what?”

“Fuck, please, I need you—” He cuts himself off with a loud cry of your name as you slide two fingers past his waistband and into his dripping cloaca.

“Keep going.”

He’s quick to turn into a blubbering mess, drool running down his chin and words slurring as he babbles and begs you to continue finger-fucking him. “Don’t stop, please—yes, yes, right there, there, fuck—”

Your fingers pump in and out, scissoring inside him at a harsh pace you know he likes. He’s sopping wet but that doesn’t stop the tiny spikes of pain mixing deliriously with pleasure as you stretch him wide without warning. You can feel his slick coating your hand, running down your skin and over your knuckles, and he only gushes more when you add a third digit.

“Faster, faster,” he chants shakily, almost sobbing when you slow instead.

“You’re so tight, baby,” you purr. “I wouldn’t wanna hurt you.”

He’s definitely sobbing now. “I can take it, please, please.”

“Oh?” You curl your fingers and fuck him harder and faster, just the way he wants. His cock is there, thick and heavy and ready to drop, and he shudders as you brush softly against it.

His voice is choked as he calls your name again. "Gonna drop, please–”

Your laugh is light and a little cruel and it makes him wail, the sound overflowing with need and desperation. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh god,” Donnie gasps as your fingers rub along his length still tucked inside, a fresh wave of slick trickling down to your wrist.

“I would’ve been kind,” you tell him nonchalantly, kissing his temple and huffing another laugh when he can’t stop his hips from grinding into you, body begging you to bury your fingers deeper inside him. “But you’ve been such a bad boy.”

He drops with a guttural groan followed by a pathetic whimper, gasping apologies feebly.

You sigh and pull your hand back, your resolve faltering just a little when Donnie whines and cries louder at the action. “You’re being very bad tonight, baby.”

He’s still wearing his pants and you roll your lips to hide a smile as he tugs them down frantically, his cock finally free in the air. His hands grip the arms of his chair so hard that you swear you hear them creak, desperate to touch himself but not wanting to disobey you any further. It’s a bit late to play innocent and good now, and you shoot him an unimpressed look that makes his jaw clench. “Please,” Donnie breathes.

Your hand is still soaked, and you watch him watch you as you raise your fingers to your lips, sticky tendrils trembling as you rub your fingertips together before parting them slowly. Eyes fixed on his, you glide your tongue over his slick, sucking gently and exhaling quietly at the flavour that blooms over your tastebuds. The arms of the chair are definitely creaking now, and you smile coyly as his cock twitches.

“Please.”

As much as you love teasing him into a pathetic frenzy, you remember his weary eyes and decide to put him out of his misery. There’ll be plenty of time to punish Donnie the way he deserves later – lots of edging and whining and begging and very little relief. For now, you’ll give him what he wants.

You kneel between his legs, coquettish as you glance up at him through your lashes; he’s working his jaw, teeth clenched and eyes darting wildly as he barely holds himself together. Grasping his hard cock in your hand, slick and heavy, you begin to pump slowly.

The chirps and churrs that escape him are whining and full of ecstasy, his eyes fluttering as you squeeze your palms around his thick length, hands twisting with an obscene squelch at every stroke. The lab is quiet apart from the wet pumping and his throaty groans, and you wonder if his moaning will be loud enough to wake the others. It wouldn’t surprise you, and the thought makes your hand move faster as you rub your thumb over the sensitive head of his cock.

Donnie can’t stop the stutter of his hips, head falling back. “Fuck.” He swears louder as your lips suckle his tip, your name a rasping prayer spilling from his mouth. You flick your tongue, tasting the slightly bitter flavour of his precum and just how soaked he is, evidence of what you do to him coating your face, and he cries noisily when you suddenly take another few inches into your mouth and swallow around him. He’s hitting the back of your throat, and he feels like he’s about to faint from how tight and warm you feel.

A wave of embarrassment hits him as you pull back and smirk, his head still pressed against your flirtatious smile while you continue to work him with your hands. “Please,” he begs for what feels like the hundredth time that night.

“You’re so good at begging,” you praise, eyes sparkling when it makes him moan lewdly. Oh, that definitely woke someone up. He’s back to bucking his hips and because you’re so kind, you let him dictate the pace as you continue pumping.

“So close,” he breathes shakily. “I’m so close, please.”

“Please, what?”

His eyes roll back, and the arms of his chair finally give way, crumbling under his crushing grip as impressions of his hands mould into the metal. Donnie doesn’t stop rocking and whimpering. “Please let me come.”

You kiss the head of his cock once more, delighting in the way he tremors at the whisper of touch. “Be a good boy and come for me, Donatello.”

There’s nothing Donnie loves more than being good for you and he shows this by coming undone the second his name leaves your lips, body jolting and convulsing like he's been struck by lightning as you continue to milk his cock while his orgasm wracks through him. Your face is completely covered, ropes of his come painting your skin as he groans pitifully, the sound agonised and mewling.

It’s almost silent for a few moments, the only noises are Donnie’s wheezing pants and whimpers of oversensitivity, and you watch him quietly. He’s so beautiful like this, blissed out, stress a stranger rather than a constant companion, and you wish you could both stay like this.

The moment is over too soon as the terrapin manages to open his eyes blearily, although they nearly shut again in dizzying satisfaction when he catches sight of your come-smeared cheeks. It’s dripping down your chin, threatening to spill down your neck and to your chest, and a part of you wants to leave it, relishing in the way Donnie is entirely transfixed, but you scoop what you can on your fingers and bring the sticky threads to your mouth instead.

Donnie’s lips part and his breath hitches and it’s your turn to shut your eyes in pleasure, eyes rolling and unable to stop a soft groan as you lick and swallow what he’s given you. “Mean,” he accuses again when you finally open your eyes, and you grin at how faint he sounds.

“Just for you,” you agree and he churrs instinctively, flushing as you snicker. He’s so cute, you think fondly, letting him reach out and grasp you closer, seeking comfort. And so easy.

“I think I need that nap now,” Donnie tells you weakly, and you huff another laugh against his sweaty skin, tasting salt and nuzzling further into him.

You press a loving kiss to his shoulder and reluctantly pull back. “Shower then bed, come on.” His legs are shaky, and you purse your lips to stop from chuckling as he stumbles like a newborn lamb, begrudgingly relenting to leaning against you. “Poor Bambi,” you tease, brushing your lips against his plastron in a loving caress when he grumbles playfully.

Hopefully, no one has been awoken by your night-time activities and, if they have, you hope they’re not up and roaming because you’d really rather not have to bump into any of Donnie’s family with his come still coating your face.

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 3 months

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Me feeding you smut, only to act surprised when you want more.

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oozedninjas · 5 months

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Yum, baby, yum

Making out headcanons written in a not-so-headcanon format.

General verses /18+ / Ninja guys are in their mid to late twenties /NSFWish / MDNI

Donatello methodically builds up the heat as if it's a playful game for him. He kisses your shoulders, nibbles your neck, straddles you down, holding your body so close to him that you're sure he can feel every curve. He loves it when the heat of the kisses rises so much that you can't help but moan against his mouth. You're so cute for him. Hmm, more.

Leo moans into your mouth while keeping you straddled on his lap, shamelessly enjoying the friction of your crotch humping over his as his hands grope your ass. Sharing the same breath with you like this is otherworldly. Damn, you're so hot, so soft. He could keep it up for as long as time allows.

Raphael adores it when you’re the one who initiates the touching, gently stroking his head, pulling his bandana, craving the tiniest bit of attention. You're so needy for him, ain'tcha? Lovely. You sensually perch in his lap, and he groans when you grin over his hard, growing bulge. His kiss is wet and always deep, savoring your mouth like it’s the last thing he's gonna taste. You're so fucking delicious.

Mikey is obsessed with your little sighs and moans to the point where he takes pleasure in just listening to you. Prefers to lay down so that he can properly embrace you tightly against him, not leaving a scrap of space between your bodies. He sucks on your lips, nibbling at them, groping your body like he's been starving for it. And you let him handle you all he likes, like a little pretty doll, all for him, all the time, yum.

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fishsticksloser · 5 months

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Can I request a Future Rise Donnie x Fem Reader where reader will just be chilling with him but then randomly decide to CRONCH

Like they could just be sitting in the same place then reader just randomly chooses Violence™

Teeth

F!Donnie x fem!reader

Warnings: biting so much..., fluff, Donnie is a menace, smut, p in v, marking?, dom!f!Donnie, small oral segment (fem receiving), tiny bit of fingering, praise, swearing, creampie x2

A/N: Yes... Yes... Violence. :) I... Got carried away I think... There was supposed to be a tiny plot, but... Obviously that didn't happen. Let me know if I missed anything From now on! Please send any nsfw/smut/suggestive requests to @fishstixloser!

You lay against Donnie, between his legs with your back against his plastron. Donnie was reading while you played with his fingers, he never minded, actually he liked that you touched him so much. You pull his hand up to your lips, gently kissing his palm. Donnie felt his heart swell, smiling softly at the feeling of your lips on his skin. You kissed all three of his fingers which only made his heart leap into his throat. You bite the heel of his hand gently, pressing a small kiss to the bitten area. Donnie sets his book aside and pins you to the bed, you squeal slightly in surprise, he moves really quick.

"I must admit... I do enjoy giving you the occasional nibble. It's become our special little quirk, hasn't it?" He leans down closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. "But I must warn you, my love, biting can be quite addictive, and I can never resist the temptation to reciprocate. So, are you prepared to face the consequences of your actions?"

You smile up at him, enjoying the playful yet hungry atmosphere you both created. "Oh yeah? What're you gonna do to me?" You taunt. Donnie's eyes gleam with mischief as he leans in closer, his lips inches from yours. He hovers over you, his hands gently holding your wrists above your head.

"Oh, my dear, you have no idea what you've just unleashed. Since you enjoy provoking me, I think it's only fair to give you a taste of your own medicine." Donnie whispers, his voice low and seductive. "I'm going to show you just how much I enjoy sinking my teeth into you, leaving marks of my desire all over your body." With a surge of passion, Donnie captures your lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. His teeth nipping at your lower lip before he soothes it with a gentle lick. He lets go of your wrists, his hands starting to roam your body as he explores your mouth.

You can't help but moan into his mouth, your eyes closing as you give in completely to both of your desires. You kiss him with equal fervor, equal hunger. You hands slide down his plastron, tugging his shirt up a little, his own hands slip under yours, gently trailing his fingers over your skin. He pulls away, his lips kiss swollen and pupils blown. Donnie leans down again to set out to do just as he said, grabbing your chin and tilting your head back. His lips attack your neck, trailing bites and open-mouthed kisses down your neck. He grazes his teeth against your skin in a teasing matter, relishing in the sound of your moans, his own desire growing with each pleasurable sound that escapes your lips. His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip, his touch both gentle and possessive.

"You feel so good, my love. Your moans, your taste... They drive me wild." His voice is husky with desire, he continues his assault on your neck. His teeth graze over your collarbone before his lips trail lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses. With a swift motion, Donnie removes your shirt, his gaze fixed on your exposed skin. His hands caress your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. "I want to taste every inch of you, to mark you as mine..." He leans down to claim one with his mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. His other hand trails down your body, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants, his fingers teasingly tracing small circles against your heat.

"Yes, please. Let everyone know who I belong to..." You gasp, bucking your hips against his hand, you can feel him smile against your skin. You look down at him, seeing the trail of hickeys and bites down your chest and decorating your breasts. Donnie was only leaving more as he continued down your body.

Donnie's eyes darken with a possessive hunger as he hears your gasps, his fingers increasing their ministrations on your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure and speed to send waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Oh, my love, you have no idea how much I want to make you, to show the world that you belong to me." He continues to suck and nip at your skin, leaving purple marks in his wake, his actions fueled by a mixture of desire and possessiveness. As his fingers continue to tease your clit, he leans up to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a frenzy of desire. He breaks the kiss only to speak, his voice filled with need. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure that everyone knows it. I'll mark you in every way possible, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind." His words are punctuated by his actions, his fingers delving deeper into your wetness, his touch becoming more demanding and fervent.

You moan, bucking you hips more. You hold onto his shoulders, gasping into him mouth. He pushes his finger deeper, your hands trailing down his body. "Oh fuck..." You whimper, feeling him remove his fingers from your pants and tugs your pants off. Donnie's eyes are filled with primal hunger as he gazes down at you, slowly laying himself between your legs. You look at him, his eyes hazy, his breath hot against your thigh. He starts to nip and kiss your thighs, slowly getting closer to where you want him most. Donnie revels in the sight of your flushed, needy body, his desire growing with each passing moment.

"You are absolutely breathtaking." His voice is low and raspy, laced with desire. "I'm going to taste every inch of you, leave my mark on your skin, and make you mine in every way possible." With that declaration, he dips his head down between your legs, his tongue flicking out to tease your swollen folds. He starts with slow languid licks, savoring the taste of your arousal. His hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he explores, his tongue tracing patterns, alternating between gentle flicks and deep motions. As he continues to pleasure you with his mouth, his hands trail up your body to caress and knead your breasts, his touch gentle and firm. He revels in the sounds of your moans and gasps, his own arousal growing with each pleasurable response he elicits from you. "You're mine, my love. And I'll make sure you never forget it."

"Always yours." You moan and whine, your hands on his head. Donnie's eyes darken as he hears your words, his own need reaching its peak. Donnie pulls away, removing his head from between your legs, kissing and biting his way back up your body. He leaves new hickeys and marks, your heart racing as he presses his hips to yours.

"Always mine..." His voice is filled with possessiveness as he grinds his hips against yours. He swiftly removes his pants, positioning himself at your entrance. The tip teasing your slick folds before slowly pushing into you, inch by glorious inch. He groans at the tightness and warmth that envelops him, his movements slow and deliberate. "You feel so good, my love. So tight... So perfect." His voice is a low, breathless growl. He starts to move, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent, his hips meeting your in a rhythm of passion and desire.

You grasp onto his softshell, trying to be careful and not hurt him. Your body arching to meet his as he hooks one of your legs over his waist. "Please, Donnie..."

"I'll give you everything you desire." His voice a mix of passion and possessiveness. Donnie's movements become more intense, his thrusts growing faster and harder, fueled by a mix of desire and the need to please you. His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding you to meet his thrusts, their force driving you both closer to the edge. Donnie leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a fervent hunger. His movements become more erratic, his control slipping as he chases his own release. "Hold on, my love... I'm almost here..." With one final, powerful thrust, he finds his release with you, his body shuddering with pleasure as he spills himself inside you. He partially collapses on top of you, his breath heavy as he nuzzles into your neck, his heart still racing with the remnants for your shared passion. "You're mind, forever and always."

You pant heavily as you both come down from your highs. Donnie leans down, covering your neck in more marks, still buried deep inside you. "I did marry you." You tease quietly, gently rubbing his softshell.

Donnie lifts his head from your neck, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks at you. "Ah, my love, you certainly did. And I must say, I am quite please with that decision." He smirks, slowly withdrawing from you. Donnie rolls to the side, cuddling against you, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. He captures your lips in a gently kiss, his voice filled with affection. "You are mine, my beautiful wife, and I am yours. We are bound together, body and soul." He nuzzles his face against your his eyes briming with adoration. "I love you, my dear. And I promise to continue finding new and exciting ways to show you just how much."

"I love you too." You hum, kissing him again, just as softly. You pull away and look down at your body, seeing on the bites and marks he left on your skin. You chuckle and turn back to him. "And earlier you said you like to occasionally nibble on me." You murmur playfully, gesturing to all the marks. Donnie chuckles lightly, his eyes sparkling as he gazes at the marks decorating your body.

"Ah, my love, I must admit that I do have a certain... Penchant for nibbling." He smirks, his fingers tracing a particularly vivid hickey on your neck. He leans in, his lips brushing against the marks he left, his voice filled with playful affection. "Each mark tells a story, my love. A story of our passion, our connection. And it's a story I love to tell over and over again." He nuzzles against you, his arms wrapping around your body, pulling you closer. "You are truly a canvas and I am an artist. I can't help but want to leave my mark on you, to show the world that you are mine."

"Don't think anyone can doubt it now." You whisper playfully, Donnie pulls you to lay on your side, facing him. Your fingers gently trail down his arm. You smile, feeling his lips and teeth on some of the marks he left, feeling him smile against your skin.

"No, I don't think anyone could doubt our connection now." He chuckles, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your back. "These marks serve as a reminder, not just to others, but to ourselves, of the passion and intensity we share." He leans in again, his lips gently brushing against the marks, his voice filled with gentle affection. He continues to pepper kisses and nibbles along the marks, his touch gentle and loving.

"Can't say I hate it. I quite enjoy you marking me." You murmur as he moves down your body more, only for him to find all the spots he missed. You close your eyes, enjoying his touch and kisses, unaware of his findings. Donnie's lips pause in their gentle exploration, his brow furrowing slightly as he hasn't fully marked you.

"My love, I apologize for neglecting these parts of your body. I assure you it was not intentional. I simply got caught up in the moment." He looks at you with a mix of concern and determination. Donnie rolls you onto your stomach, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade, his fingers tracing delicate patterns. "I will make it up to you, my dear. Consider it a challenge, a mission to leave no part of your body unmarked." He continues his exploration, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of gently bites and kisses along your sides and back, his touch careful and attentive. "You deserve to be marked completely, my love. Every inch of you is worthy of my attention and affection."

Donnie's hands glide over your back, his touch gentle yet firm as he explores the contours of your body. His lips and teeth leave a trail of gentle nips and passionate kisses as he moves down your back. He reaches your ass and thighs, his movements becoming slower and more deliberate. His hands knead the flesh, his fingers tracing shapes along your skin. His lips press against your sensitive areas, leaving a combination of bites and soothing kisses.

He revels in the taste and feel of you, his desire intensifying with each moment. His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he explores every inch of your backside. With each touch, each bite, each nibble, he leaves his mark on you. The sound of your pleasure, the scent of your arousal, fuel his own desire, urging him to continue his exploration. His movements become more urgent, he knows you enjoy his marking, and he's more than willing to oblige, leaving a trail of evidence that you belong to him.

Donnie's eyes darken as he hears your pleas, feeling your hips lift to align with his intentions. He continues his ministrations with extra care, his touch becoming more focused and intense. HIs hands grip your hips firmly, guiding you to push your ass higher into the air, granting him better access to mark and claim you. His teeth graze across the soft flesh of your ass, leaving lingering bites, each one a testament to his desire for you.

He lavishes attention on your thighs, his lips and tongue tracing patterns along the sensitive skin. His touch is both possessive and adoring as he marks you, he cherishes the beauty of your body.

The sound of your moans and the sensation of your body responding to his touch only heightens his own pleasure. He revels in the power he has over you, the way you surrender to his desires. His own arousal grows, his need to claim you driving him to continue his passionate assault on your ass and thighs. He leaves a trail of marks, each one a symbol of his love as he takes you deeper into the depths of pleasure.

You whine as he pulls away, surveying the marks and bites he's left on your skin. You arch your back a bit more, Donnie's eyes widen slightly, his breath catching as he takes in the sight before him. He can see the anticipation and need in your body, mirrored by his own.

Unable to resist the allure, he moves closer, his hands gently caressing your marked skin, tracing the contours of your ass and thighs. His touch tender and possessive, as he savors the evidence of his desire on your body.

He leans in, is lips brushing against your ear as he speaks, his voice husky with desire. "My love, you are a vision of pure temptation. Your willingness to offer yourself to me, do display your desire so openly... It drives me wild." With a low growl of hunger, he moves closer to you, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he positions himself behind you. His breath is hot against your skin as he leans in. "My love, you are absolutely irresistible. Your desire fuels my own."

With that, he guides himself into you, his hips meeting your ass in a passionate rhythm. He fills you completely, his movements strong and purposeful. Each thrust is a symphony of desire, a testament to the intensity of your connection. As he moves within you, he can't help but admire the marks and bites he left on your body. They serve as a visual of the pleasure and passion you've shared, a testament to the depth of your connection.

His hands roam over your marked flesh, his touch possessive and adoring. He savors the way your body responds to his every movement, the way you moan and whimper under his touch.

Together, you find release, your bodies moving in synchrony as you both reach the peak of pleasure. And in that moment you are reminded once again of the strength of your bond, the depth of your love for one another.

Your body relaxes, slowly collapsing back onto the bed as he pulls out. Both of you covered in a thin layer of sweat. "Penchant... Yeah right." You mumble breathlessly, teasing him for his earlier words. Donnie lays next to you, his fingers trailing down your spine.

"Ah, my love, you caught me." Donnie chuckles softly, his chest rising and falling with each breath as he gazes at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "Perhaps 'penchant' is too mild a word to describe my insatiable desire to mark and claim you. It's more like an obsession, a burning need that consumes me whenever I'm with you." He continues to trace delicate patterns along your spine, his touch gentle and soothing. "You bring out the wild and passionate side of me, my dear. I can't help but indulge in my desires when I'm with you."

He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder, his voice filled with affection. "But I hope you know that it's not just about marking you physically, my love. It's about leaving an imprint on your heart and soul. It's about showing you how deeply I love and cherish you." Donnie pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace. "You are my everything, my dear. And I will continue to shower you with love, in whatever form it may take."

You snuggle closer to him, burying your face in his neck and taking a deep, content breath. "Thank you... For being mine and choosing me to be yours." You whisper, pulling away just enough to cup his jaw and kiss him slowly. Donnie's eyes soften as he feels your warmth against him, your words filling his heart with a sense of gratitude and love. He returns your kiss, his lips moving against yours with tenderness and affection.

"My love, it is I who should thank you. You bring me so much joy, so much purpose into my life. You accepted me for who I am, mutant and all, and you love me unconditionally." Donnie cups your face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. "You are my soulmate. Together we are stronger..." He presses his forehead against yours, his voice filled with sincerity. "I choose you every day, my love. You are the one who completes me. I will always be yours now and forever. Thank you for reminding me to take a step back and remember the beauty that beyond the lab." He whispers softly, sealing his words with another tender kiss. His heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the incredible person you are.

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theturtlelovers · 12 days

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"Cum for me baby" from Don with his girlfriend please?

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Pairing: Donnie/fem!Reader Rating: Explicit Contents: Donnie is strangely overcome with the need to have you right then and there. Warnings: 18+, mdni, mating season, hickeys, creampies, unprotected p in v (wrap it up peeps) Wordcount: 1,594 Sentence Prompt: # 75

𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤

Notes: Excuse my poor attempt of being more poetic in my writing! Hope you enjoy!

Your presence was like a living temptation to him, as if every cell in your body was crafted to make him lose control around you. Carnally irresistible, Donnie found it impossible to keep his hands off of you. Earlier, he had tried with great effort to keep his eyes on the TV, but your scent drifted into his nostrils—so sweet and enticing. Overcome, he leaned down to breathe deeply in the crook of your neck.

The look you gave him almost made him shudder visibly. You appeared concerned by his sudden change in behavior, yet there was an undeniable excitement in your eyes as he ran his tongue over your pulse point.

He wasn't sure if something was wrong with him, but he wasn't entirely focused on figuring it out, as your soft gasps were far more captivating than anything else. His skin felt like it was on fire, and his glasses had become an irritation, so he quickly removed them and tossed them onto the coffee table. He didn’t need them anyway; you were close enough that he could clearly see your beautiful expressions.

Donnie was a turtle steeped in science, his expertise evident in the gadgets he wielded both in the lab and on patrol. He had deciphered ancient codes to deactivate a timed toxic bomb threatening New York City and uncovered the mysteries of the purple ooze. Yet, in your presence, all logic seemed to evaporate, leaving him a slave to his emotions. His instincts urged him to keep you selfishly close and immerse himself in your natural scent. He desired to fill the very being he worshiped with his essence so intensely that no one else could occupy your thoughts but him.

But as time stretched on, it seemed like hours had passed, and he was certain you were too overwhelmed to form a coherent thought. Your skin was flushed, adorned with a trail of red marks across your delicate skin—marks destined to deepen into purple.

It almost felt like your first time together, heated with a passion so intense that you couldn't stop trying to touch each other, yet tinged with nervousness due to a lack of familiarity with each other's physical needs. However, despite the similar rush of emotions, Donnie's hands never fumbled or shook with uncertainty. They moved with confidence and precision, driven by an eager desire to worship your very existence.

Just a tilt of your head was enough for him to capture your soft lips with his, sighing softly as he found a semblance of relief amidst his lustful haze. His large hands were intent on exploring the canvas of your body despite the fact he’s seen more times he can count, gently kneading your flesh, which was much softer than his own.

"Donnie..." Your whine pierced through his haze of desire.

He shuddered this time at the sound, murmuring, "So pretty and all for me.” The turtle licked his lips, dried from his heavy pants for air.

The space between your thighs glistened with a mixture of your juices and his essence—a beautiful concoction, Donnie might add. Despite the evidence that he had finished inside you several times, his attention remained laser-focused on your pleasure, his mind relentlessly urging him to give more and more. It would be remiss of him not to, especially when your lips parted so beautifully with each mewl that escaped them.

He pressed one hand firmly on your back to keep you pinned against the couch. A fleeting thought crossed his mind, wondering if a three-fingered imprint would remain, but it quickly dissipated as he became captivated by the way the sweat on your skin sparkle ethereally.

Seriously, were you a fallen angel hell-bent on cursing him to eternally crave your body? No matter how many times he made you cry out his name, no matter how tightly you clenched around him that is felt like you were pulling him deeper until he climaxed, he still wanted more. Or perhaps he needed more. Donnie couldn't tell anymore; his thoughts were so tangled that he couldn't distinguish desire from necessity. Either way, it seemed his body was surrendering to its own carnal instincts, relentlessly seeking release with you, in you.

Donnie muttered a curse under his breath as his free hand slipped beneath you, caressing the bundle of nerves that made your thighs begin to quiver. Your hands clutched weakly at the cushions, moaning with abandon.

He hissed through clenched teeth as he felt your inner walls tighten around him once more. "Come for me, baby. You can do it," he encouraged gently.

It was only a moment more before you released a stuttering squeal, your nectar coating him further as he continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm. Donnie bit his lower lip as his torso lowered to brush against your back, emitting a groan and a deep, reverberating churr that would make Raph envious. He pushed himself as deep as he could inside you as he came. Your smaller hand clung to the wrist of the hand between your legs, panting loudly.

Finally, Donnie's mind began to clear, his intense sexual need appearing to wane and find satisfaction. He hoped he hadn't pushed you too far.

You seemed to recognize that it was over when Donnie didn’t immediately resume thrusting into you with his previous unrestrained vigor. Slumping beneath him, you felt his weight relax as he lazily placed kisses on the hickeys decorating your shoulders. Both of you appeared content to remain in your current position, with him still inside you, enjoying the quiet aftermath together.

"Holy shit..." you mumbled.

He let out a soft chuckle. "Too much?"

You shook your head. "No, no. It was amazing! I just don't know what came over you so suddenly.”

“I actually don’t know either,” Donnie hummed thoughtfully. Carefully, he pulled away and slipped out from the comfort of your warmth. He had to restrain himself and look away when he heard you release a small whine, feeling the emptiness and his essence dripping down your inner thigh.

Donnie quickly put his glasses back on and walked away to grab some water and a towel for you. While he was gone for that brief moment, you sat up, grimacing from the familiar soreness setting in. You hadn't felt this achy in over two years, back when you were both fresh adults, newly eager to explore the beginnings of your sexual life together.

Once your turtle lover returned, he insisted on helping you clean up despite your protests about him being just as messy. Nevertheless, he was determined, so you let him help subconsciously avoiding your inner folds to leave them coated with his essence. After ensuring you were comfortable, he took care of himself.

After redressing lightly, you headed into the kitchen, taking the water Donnie had provided with you. Following a session like that, you definitely needed some food. Donnie, meanwhile, simply pulled up his underwear and lingered in the kitchen, watching you closely. His instincts urged him to stay nearby.

His mind was still slightly clouded from the spontaneous moment, but not enough to impair his decision-making. He had a gut feeling that the intense desire might return. It was confusing, though, why such behavior was manifesting in the first place, especially since nothing specific seemed to trigger his sudden, overwhelming urge to take you right then and there on the couch.

And your poor couch. It was probably ruined from your activities now. You two had used it like dogs in heat. Huh. Like dogs in heat. In heat. Heat. Heat!

Donnie's eyes widened impossibly with realization. He and his brothers were now at a sexually mature age. Furthermore, it was that time of year—mating season for red-eared sliders, when they succumb to their need to breed.

Oh God, he was in heat and completely unprepared for it. He cringed at the thought of what his brothers must be enduring without a partner to satisfy their reproductive urges. He guessed it was wrong to assume they wouldn’t experience it just because they hadn't felt it immediately after reaching puberty. Casting a long glance in your direction as you prepared packaged ramen, Donnie walked into the living room to grab his phone and sent Leo a text. It was around this time that his family usually gathered for dinner.

Donnie: How’s things going at the lair?

The self-taught scientist received a swift reply from Leo, who was always prompt when responding to Donnie, knowing it wouldn’t be just another meme or silly pun. Unlike Raph and Mikey, who enjoyed sending Leo those sorts of messages just to tease him.

Leo: Everything fine

Leo: Why? Should there be something happening?

Donnie lifted a brow. Donnie: No, no! I was just checking in! See ya later He set his phone down on the coffee table, his lips pursing in confusion. Leo wasn’t one to mislead about the state of their close-knit family, so surely everything was fine with them. It seemed the issue was just with him. Perhaps it was because he was the only one among his brothers who had any sort of sexual experience.

Donnie turned at the sound of your feet pattering across the floor as you returned with two bowls of steaming ramen. He couldn't really complain. Not when you approached him, your body adorned with such beautiful marks, a testament to the intensity of their earlier moments together.

Since you were around, maybe this experience won’t be so bad.

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pandulce135 · 11 months

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Manmade Machine (Donatello x Reader Smut)

Note: I had the thought "Hah, what if Donnie watched the reader get fucked with his own fuck machine?" and so i wrote it. This is the first smut I've ever written, and I really haven't been able to write anything creatively for the past few months. Please go easy on me and enjoy!

Warnings: Smut (18+ only please!), aged up characters, blindfold, restraint, fuck machine, hardly proofread

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Your moans filled the space as the silicone slid in and out of you with wet slaps. On all fours, your ass was in the air and jiggling with each thrust of the machine. Beneath your sweating skin was a cool metal that your chest laid flat against. You moved to release the weight on your chest only for your wrists to tug on the restraints that held your hands in place.

Another moan escaped just as you accepted your fate of being fucked relentlessly by the machine behind you, the dildo hitting just right.

You didn’t anticipate for this to happen, but when Donnie had sent a text where he expressed his excitement over finishing his big project, you had to go see it. You didn’t know that this machine was that big project. So when you walked into a near empty lair, you made your way to Donnie’s lab only to get a quick peek at the machine before a blindfold took over your vision.

“Right on time,” his words tickled your neck with a husky whisper as he tightened the blindfold on your head. His lips found their place on your neck, latching onto it. His three fingered hands holding your waist, traveling down to your hips then traveling back up to your front to fondle your breasts.

You let out a gasp. “Donnie!” It was breathy, and only stirred him on, especially when your hands reached up to rake your fingernails against his cool scaly skin. You continued to feel his hands through your clothing, touching you, holding you as if you were a precious doll. His hands still moved eagerly to feel you though, sliding up and down from your breasts to your ass as his lips continued to make themselves at home on your neck.

You were going to have hickeys there, you both knew it.

His hands finally began to lift the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head to expose your bra. Warm lips reattached themselves to your skin as you felt his cold hands undo the clasps with expert fingers. It slid down your arms and to the floor. The cold air made you gasp and you felt your nipples harden, sensitive to the cold. The tingle that came from your nipples mirrored the same sensation you felt between your legs. Your panties were soaked and your cunt was looking for anything that can provide release. You pressed your thighs together.

Donnie let out a chuckle at your movements, still tickling your ear with a breath of warm air. A shiver ran down your spine as one of his three finger hands found the small of your back, guiding you forward with a gentle push. He was guiding you to the machine and you felt your cunt throb, aching for something to satisfy its intense need.

He led you to the table the machine sat on, your ass leaning against the cool metal as his lips latched themselves to your hardened nipples. You let out a moan and your hands moved to hold his head to your chest. As soon as you moved, his hands caught your wrists and held them as he continued to suck and nip at the cold and sensitive flesh.

“You’re so good, but don’t touch, just accept,” he said, his voice just as low as before.

You nodded, a quiet “okay” escaping your lips.

If you weren’t soaked through before, you definitely were now. As his tongue and teeth continued to play with your nipples, he moved your hands to hold on to your wrists with only one of his. When his other hand returned, you felt a fabric beginning to make its way around your wrists. You let out a breathy moan. He knew exactly what to do for you.

With his hands now free, he began to caress your body again, running them up your sides, cupping your chest, squeezing your breasts before lowering them to your thighs, squeezing them. Another soft moan left your lips as his hands dragged dangerously close to your core, only to move away again. This time, they landed on your hips, guiding you to stand up again. You felt his hands on your stomach before they lowered to the button of your jeans. He lowered them slowly, eyeing the dark spot on your panties as he helped you out of them.

“Someone’s excited,” he chuckled. He took the opportunity to grab your ass and play with it in his hands.

“Please, Donnie,” you whimpered out, his hands still teasing you. He wasn’t touching you where you needed him just yet.

“What?” You could hear the smug smirk in his voice. “I couldn’t hear you.” His hands traveled close to the wet spot and you held your breath in anticipation to be pleased, only for them to move back to your ass.

“Touch me, Donnie,” you whined. You couldn’t hold yourself back as your hips thrusted forward, hoping to reach something to grind against, but you were met with cold air.

Donnie chuckled, the hot air of his breath blowing against your stomach. “Oh, but I am touching you, dearest.” He pinched one of your legs, making you let out another whine.

“You know what I mean!” You tried to rub your thighs together again, only to have them pulled apart by his strong hands.

“You’re going to have to be more specific.” You felt his hot breath on your left thigh, right at the waistband of your panties. You whined again.

“Touch my clit! Fuck me! Do whatever, just please don’t torture me like this anymore!” You pleaded, throwing your head back.

Donatello found this amusing and oh-so beautiful. Watching as you squirmed under his teasing touches and as your skin glistened with sweat. Your panties were nearly soaked through, it was almost admirable. He looked up at you from his crouched position in front of you. You were stunning.

You felt his fingers loop around the waistband on your panties. “As you wish,” he whispered onto your cunt. The sudden air made you groan just as he pulled down your panties. The wet spot stuck to your clit for just a second longer than the rest. Donatello was mesmerized as he lowered the panties slowly enough for there to be a string of your arousal connecting you to your clothing.

It only took a few seconds for him to refocus on the task at hand and drag his finger through your juices. You let out a loud moan at the sudden contact and felt your knees begin to wobble as he flicked your clit. He leaned you back onto the table and wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep them spread apart as he tongue dove into you. Your breaths began to come out ragged as you felt his tongue swipe at your clit.

“Yes, yes- Donnie,” you moaned as he consumed you. He licked up your juices eagerly, like your cunt was the last source of water on the planet. Like this was the way to divinity, and you were the goddess. He loved how you tasted- so sweet, so delicious.

Donnie pulled away and you nearly cried at the lack of his warmth from your clit. Only a few seconds later and a large finger plunged into you, making you throw your head back as you let out a long moan. He stood up, pumping his finger in and out of you as he grabbed your chin to force you to face him. You felt his lips crash into yours in a sloppy, wet kiss. You tasted yourself on his lips and tongue and you couldn’t stop another moan from getting tangled into the kiss.

That’s when he began to lean you back onto the table. His finger still fucking you and his lips still attached to yours. The cool metal made you flinch and lean forward into Donnie’s plastron. He let out a chuckle before pushing you down so your back was against the table. Then he pulled out again, his finger loitering at your entrance to feel your muscles clenching around nothing. He watched your chest rise and fall with each heavy breath you took. He eyed your lips, where drool was escaping, from the heated kiss as well as being stimulated so pleasantly. Your skin was drenched in sweat and when he looked lower, found you dripping between your thighs. He wanted to take you then and there, but he had other plans.

He cleaned off his finger by licking your juices off of it before picking you up and placing you on the table on your hands and knees. You let out a yelp at the sudden movement.

“Donnie? What are you doing?” You asked, as you still had the blindfold on with your wrists restrained.

“Trust me, please.”

You nodded.

You felt his hand on your upper back, softly pushing you down so your chest was flat against the table. Your arms were guided to lay out on the table and you realized he tied the fabric to something else. You wouldn’t be able to move your hands. You felt something cold line up with your entrance.

“You remember the safe word, correct?” Donatello stopped once everything was lined up. He placed a hand softly on your cheek and you leaned your head into it.

“Yes.” You tried to nod but found yourself struggling to move your head properly.

“Let me hear you say it.” How sweet he could be in times like these. He really did love you and you, him.

“Engineer.”

“And taps?” He was always thorough, just in case one or the other crossed a line. You knocked on the table rhythmically, it gave a tinny sound in response. Knock, knock-knock, knock, knock.

Donnie dragged his hand to grab your chin between your chin and finger. “Good girl.”

That’s when you felt the tip of what was lined up at your entrance begin to enter you. He had built a whole machine to fuck you while he watched. You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a long moan as the machine rammed its silicone dick inside of your dripping pussy.

To the side you heard a squeak of a chair and a hefty loud groan. He probably dropped himself. He probably did all this to have a front row seat to jack off. You felt yourself dripping between your thighs and onto the table. Each thrust of the machine sent another wave of pleasure straight through to your core. Hearing Donnie’s soft grunts to the side as he stroked himself was only adding fuel to your burning core.

You heard the chair creak again.

“You’re taking it so well, darling-” He cut himself off with a deep breath. “I’m going to take your blindfold off.”

You expected the need to squint after being released from the darkness of the blindfold, but the lights were dim enough that it was an easy enough adjustment for your eyes. Ever the mood setter, Donnie was.

You looked at him over your arm as he sat down again, pumping himself as you watched.

You were watching him jerk off as he watched you getting fucked with his own creation. That turned Donnie on, so much so that the mere thought of it made his cock throb with need. He began to fist himself faster. All the while, you watched, struggling to hold back moans. The familiar warm sensation gathered at your lower belly, telling you your end was near.

“Oh, God, Donnie,” you gasped out. You watched as his eyes snapped to yours from where they were staring at your bouncing ass. “I’m- I’m gonna cum.” You felt the machine speed up and let out a moan as you threw your head onto your arm. In his hand, Donnie held a remote, obviously meant to control the machine. “Yes! Faster! More!”

“As,” Donnie grunted, “you wish.” The machine was moving faster, your ass bouncing with every thrust. The warmth was beginning to grow unbearable.

You saw as Donnie’s leg began to twitch, he was close too. It only took a few more thrusts before you came on the dildo like a wave crashing down. You were dripping all over the table as the dildo came to a stop inside of you. With heavy breaths you watched as white strings of cum began to shoot out of Donnie’s cock, landing on his heaving plastron. You clenched the dildo at the sight and hissed at the overstimulation.

“Are you okay?” He heard you and rushed to get up, undoing your restraints and helping you off of the machine.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Spent, but fine.” You signed as you leaned on his plastron before pulling away after sighting the spilled cum next to you. “Oh, ew, Don.” With a tired gesture, you pointed at the cum that was right next to you.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t think to clean myself up when I heard you hiss in pain,” Donnie shot back, just as tired before pointing to the mess on the table. “You’re one to talk.”

“But this was all your idea,” you whined as you laid back down on the table, the cool metal relieving the heat that was all over your sweaty body.

“You’re not sleeping there.” Donnie turned around to grab a towel to wipe off his plastron before turning back and picking you up off the table, earning a groan. He chuckled. “Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You looked up at him, your head leaning against his chest, before leaning up and planting a kiss on his cheek. “I love you, Donnie.”

You didn’t miss the small smile that grew across his lips. “I love you, too, darling.”

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moxfirefly · 5 months

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Nnnn- how about-

Fem!reader, choke + behind with Donnie boy? If you're up for it 👀😩

*rubs hands together evilly*

Let’s do this anon.

Rated Explicit

The foggy spot that spread across the window glass was a tell tale sign. The way your breath puffed a new spot to maybe write a message, draw a little heart or tell Donnie that he was currently so far deep in your guts your soul was cracking.

In the best of ways, naturally so.

Donnie had arrived in a mood, a temperament that was palpable right down to the tips of his fingers. He hasn’t grabbed you with ill intent, if anything there was a neediness in his grasp. A longing when his lips had landed on your own, it was somewhere in the way his tongue found the roof of your mouth.

So when he’d not so gently pressed you up against the window of the fire escape, when he’d yanked down your pants and kicked your legs apart, you know he wanted to center himself.

And nothing had Donnie more centered than stuffing you full of his cock and watching your thoughts melt out of your ears.

His height made this angle deliciously ache, made standing on the tips of your toes agony but it would be far worse if he pulled out now, if he stopped pushing his frustrations in you, you always did like it when he took a rougher approach.

A hard slap echoes next to your sweaty cheek, the condensation of the mirror mixing with the sweat. Donnie’s large three fingered hand slides enough for the squeaky sound to mix with your own embarrassing squeak. His hips aren’t stuttering, he isn’t close, he just wants to consume and fill every little hole you have to offer.

So when that large hand finds your neck, caresses the flesh before applying pressure to key points, you can’t control the second embarrassing choke and squeak you emit. He pushes your head back, the tension in your neck burns, aches as much as the neglected spot between your legs.

Donnie likes watching.

He likes watching your skin turn red, the veins in your eyeballs become more prominent, he simply adores that somewhat far away blissful glaze that adorns your face as every wave of everything hits.

The tempo of his thrusting mixing with the blood pumping into your ears.

He grins, drunk off of your pussy and the vice it currently has.

And just when you feel lightheaded and unable to stand he lets go and pumps the first load of many for tonight.

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scholastic-dragon · 7 months

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Happy belated birthday! I was wondering if we could get some sexy times with bay Donnie 👀

We can absolutely get sexy times with Donnie

Bay!Donnie x Fem!reader

Donnie had a tendency to put work first sometimes. He never meant any harm to your or your relationship and he always made it up to you later.

But one day you were still feeling a bit butt hurt and petty over him spending all evening with his nose in his computer while you were over.

So it was almost too perfect that Baulders Gate 3 came out right when you needed an excuse.

Donnie came over after patrol to find you in your office playing the game. You smiled, gave him a quick kiss, and asked him about his day.

He got all giddy seeing you so excited to play his new favorite game and learn about his newest inventions.

He blabbered on as he went into the kitchen to get some coffee, coming back and sitting in his chair beside your desk.

But then he noticed how trained your eyes were to the screen. How you just nodded your head to the stuff he said.

He was butt hurt, but knew you'd get off the game soon and give him attention.

Surly you couldn't play for more than five minutes.

Well you could.

In fact you played for another hour without so much as a sideways glance at him.

With no more coffee an ache in his chest, and feeling sleep trying to over take him. He stood up, coming up behind you and rubbing your neck and shoulders.

You moaned happily but your eyes didn't leave the screen.

"Come to bed, love," Donnie mumbled into your skin.

"In just a few minutes, hun,"

He scoffed. Using his owns words against him. Well, he knew what to do now.

You moaned happily, but refused to acknowledge him, keeping your eyes on the game and your hands on the controls.

You weren't sure how his big ass (shell) fit under the desk but there he was. Pulling your computer chair back, slipping under and then pulling it back in place.

You raised a brow but let him continue, wanting to see where he would go with this.

Pulling down your pants and underwear, Donnie kissed up your thighs before diving into your folds with a newfound plan.

You heard his glasses and goggles clatter to the floor, his hands gripping your waist and pulling your hips forward so he had a better angle.

If you didn't know any better you'd say he was writing Latin on your clit. Up and down, back and forth, just enough firm pressure to keep building your orgasm.

As his tongue slipped past your clit to your weeping entrance, plunging inside with a loud moan, your hand left the game to grab his mask tails.

"Donnie," You moan, pausing and saving your game.

"Now you wanna pay attention to me?"

"You gotta be able to take it if you dish it," You sass, enjoying his growl.

He pushes your computer chair back, you yelp, watching with wide eyes as he stands to his full height.

He yanks you up, spins you around and pushes you to bend over the chair. Your knees dig into the leather seat and your elbows rest on the tall back.

"That may be the case, sweetheart," He mumbles, ripping off his suspends, and yanking his pants down. Kicking them away, he stand behind you, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. "But can you take this?"

He pushes into you. Long and hot and perfect inside you. You're so wet, but he still wraps a hand around to rub your clit to help you take every slow inch of him.

He grabs a chunk of your hair, tilting your head back. "Answer me."

"I can take it," You moan, trying not to move your hips.

"Good girl," He slams his hips just enought that his thighs meet yours.

You both moan, your eyes rolling in the back of your head. His hips snap forward and back, your moans getting lost in the sound of slapping skin.

Releasing your hair, his hands grip your shoulders, keeping you firmly in place. Not that you wanted to go anywhere.

"DON-nie," your voice cracked and broke with moans, feeling your climax so close to breaking.

You're not sure how but his hips move faster, short quick thrusts that hit your cervix and make you scream and bite into the leather of your gaming chair.

"Cum," He grunts in your ear, leaning over your and taking your earlob between his teeth. "Cum with me,"

Drool spills past your lips, soaking the leather of the chair. Your back arches with a scream as your pussy clenched around him.

He moans, long and loud with you, pumping his hips deep in you. Donnie trembles as the last of his cum seeps out of your pussy, dripping down both your thighs.

Panting and breathing heavy, he leans down, kissing your spine and shoulders.

"Do you want to come to bed now?" He mumbles into your skin.

You laugh, looking at him over your shoulder. "I'd rather ignore you so I can get fucked like that again,"

You both chuckle, Donnie leans forward, still lodged inside you and kisses you soundly.

"I think something can be arranged," He smirks down at you, and it's then you realize he's still hard.

"Thank god I'm free tonight,"

Donnies eyes darken. "And have the whole weekend off,"

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truffle-draws-turtles · 2 months

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"we could set the world on fire using only our minds."

I don't know if I posted this here before. It's the cover of my escalation book

Attention please.

The turtles you find on my site are all aged up, unless they are turtle tots (obviously)

fanfiction (donniexfemale)

comic au (lesbian lovestory)

nsfw content (patreon 18+)

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faith-forgxtten-land · 2 months

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

Soaked | Donatello

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

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

summary: donatello likes it when you soak his sheets

word count: 1691

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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

“You awake?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Donnie—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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oozedninjas · 2 months

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Drunk for you~

Warnings: 18+ / NSFW / MDNI / Ninja guys are late twenties / Happy Valentine's Day!! ❤️

Pussy! drunk Leo holds you tightly close to his chest, fisting your face with a full hand as he forces you to look at him because, fuck, you're so hot when you come.

Pussy!drunk Leo moans into your mouth as he pounds frantically into you, dizzy in the feeling of your cunt around him. Mmm, so fucking tight.

Pussy!drunk Leo whispers the best degradation-praise combos in your ear with a breathy, raspy tone that drives you crazy. He can't have enough. Squirm more to his words. Be louder, scratch his shell harder. Shit, he's so close—

Pussy!drunk Leo knows he has to pull out but it feels so freaking good that he can't bring himself to do so, especially not when you're begging him to breed you so much. Shit, you're gonna be the end of him.

Pussy!drunk Raph relentlessly fucks you from behind in front of your bedroom mirror. Fuck, he's so big, stretching you so good it has you on the verge of turning stupid.

Pussy!drunk Raph fucks you up and down his dick like a small fuck toy, too lost in pleasure to do nothing but hold onto his shoulders as he manhandles you all he wants.

Pussy!drunk Raph barely allows you to breathe as he devours your mouth, groaning agast your lips with each new thrust. God, he loves it when he's so overstimulated that it's almost too much. His cum is dripping from you, and the sounds of your flesh slapping have Raph craving to come again. Can you? Just one more time, doll. Fuck, please.

Pussy!drunk Donatello drinks you up eagerly. His tongue feels heavenly over your clit, he knows. You're tugging him too much to keep him there for it to not. That's right, darling, come on his face— Yeah, like that, damn good.

Pussy!drunk Donatello enjoys himself so much that suddenly all inhibitions are thrown out the window, and he's shamelessly moaning, mouth open as a trail of drool rolls out the corner of his mouth. You feel so good~

Pussy!drunk Donatello loves having your tongue down his throat, claiming him vehemently as your hands scratch the side of his shell, just where it joins to his plastron. The sound that escapes him is everything but human.

Pussy!drunk Mikey can't keep his hands out of you. He slips his palm up your thigh under the table, only stopping when he's met with your warm cunt. Leaking for him just by his slightest touch? Aw, you're so cute!

Pussy!drunk Mikey can't hold back once he starts kissing you. It's like he physically needs the heat emanating from your body. He wants to rob it, keep it alongside you, so deep inside that it deliciously burns.

Pussy!drunk Mikey inhales your scent from the cook of your neck and lets out a mingle between a sigh and a soft moan. He pulls you closer, fucking himself deeper in you. You're so soft, so his, from now to forever.

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afreakingdork · 1 year

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Tactical En Suite

RotTMNT Donatello x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Tags: Aged-up Turtles, Guns, Cursing, Hate Fucking, Edging, Fingering, Sex, Groping, Creampie, Light Knifeplay

Synopsis: After a month of training, you were ready to exact your vengeance. Now you just needed Donatello to behave long enough during a 1v1 Airsoft match so that you can actually enjoy it.

This is a sequel to Tactical Entreat: Tumblr 💜 Ao3

Also available on Ao3

As always, this would not be possible without @donathan 's incredible tactical!Donnie concept and @unknownfanartist 's brainstorming prowess!

Also, I apologize for shifting from a GN!Reader to a female one. I kept it vague until absolutely necessary if that helps at all...

PLEASE NOTE: MINORS JUST DON'T OK?! THERE'S TAGS! BE COOL AND DNI 😩

You: Rematch. 1v1. No bullshit.

He was beyond infuriating. After a short respite that day, you’d made it back to the graveyard with little issue. Much to your surprise, Donnie had conceded defeat and your team had won. Though the overall tie was unsatisfying, the conversation shifted to finishing up for the day. Having never thought to reach for your phone, you found out over half a day had flown by. It brought your gaze skyward where the clouds were maybe incrementally darker than what you’d accessed. You were fine to leave everything as it was. You’d had your fill and outlet. You were feeling better. You were fully prepared to just leave the scorching make-out session among the trees where it probably belonged. That was, until, everyone had started to head out.

About to put another cigarette between his lips, Donatello had made eye contact. He smirked and made a slow show of the action because you couldn't seem to wrench your eyes away from his mouth. His brow arched into a quirked mocking question and the move immediately reignited a flicker of the earlier flame of hatred. You would have spoken to it had he not then approached you. You watched in annoyance as he chose not to address you, but instead put on another sensual charade of lighting said cigarette and taking his first puff. Lucky for him, he chose to blow said smoke away from you. If he had chosen otherwise you would have decked him right there and then. Instead, he packed his lighter into one pocket of his vest and produced a log book from another. You caught a glimpse of strange lines of data that quickly disappeared as he found a blank page. The pad then lifted out of your vision as he scrawled something out.

“If you ever want to actually improve your skills.” He noted as he ripped out the page and handed it over to you.

You took it and reviewed the number for a moment. You had wondered if he'd meant it as some kind of innuendo until you swept your gaze back to his face. The teasing twinkle had evaporated and in its place was a cool calculating look that said your firing skills would never be on his level, but he’d take pity on you. He’d probably make you beg. You’d never give him the satisfaction.

“No thanks.” You replied nonchalantly before making your own show of crumpling the paper into a tight fisted wad. You wanted to leave him with a final quip, but nothing powerful enough came to mind. Shifting gears, you moved to the secondary language of your body. You dropped your lids and gave him a long once over with a bored expression. He reached up and covered his lips as he took another puff from his cigarette. You then gave a small yawn and curved your body into turning away. Within the first few steps away you heard the faintest clicking of tongue. It hadn’t been near enough vengeance, but for then it was enough.

Now, however, was month later and that annoyed knot in your stomach had grown to a relative ulcer of frustration. The purple bastard had wormed his way into your brain and you couldn’t forget how maddeningly annoying he was. His pomp and circumstance when it came to a stupid game. His lackadaisical peacocking as if he were the universe’s gift to Airsofting. His overzealous roaming hands. You took another shot at the target and examined how it punctured through the dead center of the paper. A smile graced your lips.

You’d stolen a rifle and that busted handgun from your friend’s sister. It wasn’t because of him. You’d found a nice empty lot and even contacted its owner to ask if you could use it for practice. His comment about your ability was the furthest from your mind. You’d studied, dismantled, and fixed the small crack in the handgun that had been causing the BBs to jam. His dopey chuckles didn’t keep you from sleep. After firing a few more accurate shots, you peeled open the vest you purchased to insert a fresh magazine. You had just picked up a hobby.

It just so happened to be perfectly suited for a hearty serving of revenge.

That was, if he would answer the fucking text.

Agitated, you fired at the target page until it shredded off its stand and hung in two flapping pieces. Releasing your rifle into its straps hold, you unearthed your phone and unlocked it. Bringing up said text chain, you found it had been a week since you'd sent the message. If you were any pettier you would have thrown your phone to take out the target stand as well. Sure, you’d neglected to introduce yourself or gone through any common courtesies, but who was he if he expected that. You crossed the lot to set up a new page.

Having combed over the possibilities a few times, you couldn’t help but review them again. One, he automatically screened out unknown numbers. It seemed possibly with his holier than thou attitude, but in that same vein, there was no way he didn’t at least see the message preview. Two, he knew it was you and was simply ignoring you. Following a similar logic from the previous point, it wasn’t something you’d put past him. This was your preferred point and also the one that stoked the flames of your hatred the most. Three, he saw the message and simply didn’t remember you. While you hated him, you despised this thought the most. It meant that your irate mania was completely one sided. A refusal on his part to even acknowledge you in his mental data banks. It was the unbridled biting insignificance. Having crossed the lot, you turned and did a quick change from the rifle to your handgun. You then emptied the entire clip into the paper, shredding it once again. You preferred option two.

You were about to reset yet again when your phone pinged. You paused and soured. The timing would be too perfect so you shoved the thought aside. Lazily holstering your handgun, you swapped it for your phone. Opening it, your eyes widened with fury. The preview text glared back at you so you opened it with a near deranged smile on your face.

Asshole: Just got back into country. Interesting proposition. Worried a team would take you down too quickly?

Part of your brain begged you not to reply right then and there. He’d know a response that quickly meant you had your phone close by and would reek of desperation. Unfortunately, any reasonable sense you’d had was shredded by his garbage attitude.

You: Or maybe I want to look you dead in the eye when I shoot you without having to waste BBs on anyone else.

Asshole: You’ll need that many shots then?

He was an unquestionable bastard.

You: I’ll need the extra bullets as payback for the bruises.

Asshole: Some of them you asked for.

Having crossed over to your target stand, you not only ripped off the already damaged page, but shredded it into tiny pieces. You had to get a hold of yourself and not give him an inch of satisfaction. You fully intended to leave him on read while you packed up. Firing more shots would help you in the short term, but you wanted to conserve that energy for the game he’d hopefully agree to. Heading back to your car, you heard your phone ping again. Scrunching up your nose, you pulled it out and raised a curious brow. The preview had a row of numbers. Opening the message, you found it to be coordinates along with a date. You sent only a check mark in response and set your sights on next Saturday.

It was only as you pulled onto yet another dirt road that you began to question your sanity. Driving out to the literal edge of nowhere to meet a man you barely knew probably wasn’t the smartest decision. At least you were armed. It would be more of a comfort if you didn’t already agree to him being armed as well. Pushing the thought down and clutching the steering wheel tight, you curved along with the road. You’d taken preliminary precautions; your friend knew your location and had bet money on Donatello beating you. It was the exact boost of confidence you knew to expect from them. They would have their own little downfall in time. You considered it a fun incentive to ensure your victory.

Another bend in the road revealed a longer stretch and odd rectangles dotting the distance. Your tires crawling along, you identified them as at least a dozen dilapidated shipping containers. Hunching forward, you stared at them curiously as you drove up. They were the epitome of displaced and you wondered who’d abandoned them out here. As far as your Maps was concerned, there wasn’t a residence for several miles. The road tapered off and a series of skirted patches of grass signaled for you to park. There was no other vehicle to be seen. Frowning, you checked your phone and found you were only a minute ahead of the meeting time. He seemed like both the type to be prick that’d keep you waiting and an incessant nag about punctuality. Exiting your car, you shrugging off the curiosity in exchange for preparations.

From your trunk, you applied your vest and accessed your gear. You’d already given everything a once over before leaving so there was little to observe. The first bubbles of irritation steaming, you leaned back and observed the sky. The cloudless blue expanse meant the sun was beaming down relentlessly. Rolling your eyes away from the insufferable star, you caught a flicker of light from atop a distant shipping container. Squinting, you watched as a black object shifted incrementally and a thin stream of barely there smoke wafted off the position.

At this point you welcomed the stoking of the flames.

You flipped off the direction of the sighting and watched as Donatello popped up from where he’d been lying down. You folded your arms and waited as he took his time putting out his cigarette. He then gathered up his gear and hopped down to the ground like it was nothing. You didn’t allow yourself to outwardly balk, but the containers were at least 8 feet tall. With his rifle slung, he strolled over lazily.

“Enjoy the show?” You bit out, moving to close your trunk with a slam.

“No. It was sloppy actually.” He responded evenly.

You craned your head back to glare at him. “Come again?”

“The back strap shouldn’t touch your neck.” Without saying another word, he slipped his hands around said tie and yanked you almost off your feet.

“Hey!” You barked and took a swing at him.

Using his handhold, he jerked you away. “You think you could take a helpful tip with some form of grace.”

“Put me down.” You ordered, reigning your limbs in.

He did so carefully and you could tell by the way he shifted his stance that he was prepared to run if you launched at him. Stewing, you settled into another scathing look.

“It can be fixed. You just didn’t position it properly.” He pointed.

“Much like your attitude.” You spoke out the corner of your mouth as you undid a buckle.

A sharp exhale of breath from him meant he’d found your comment amusing. You could just picture his smarmy face. You needed to withhold that fury until you were on the field. Undoing the vest, you lifted it and prepared to lower it when a hand stalled you. Before you could blink, the vest was back down around your torso and the straps along the side were being strung tight. In the time it took you to move your pupils to make eye contact, the resounding click of the buckle signaled he was already done.

“It's faster that way.” He tossed over his shoulder and began to head toward the containers.

Gritting your teeth, you unholstered your handgun and pointed it at the back of his head. You watched him for several paces before lowering it. It wouldn’t be much longer. You filed in a frustrated line after him. As the first container approached, he did an about face and his posture snapped straight.

“Chest shots are automatic deaths. Four limb shots are the same. Any preference in rounds?”

You glanced at him before donning your goggles and a ball cap. “One and done seems a little too fast.”

“Let’s say three deaths is an out then.”

“How did you get here?”

“Pardon?” He didn’t falter, but tipped his head up gradually.

“There’s no other car in the parking… area.” You gestured back to where you’d come from.

“I stashed it.” He nodded towards the tree line flanking the west side of the field.

You looked to where he gestured and then back at him incredulously. “You’re joking.”

He folded his arms in a manner that said he wasn’t.

“So you’re this anal with everything.” You waved over his form.

“You mispronounced cautious.”

“You mispronounced paranoid.” Your quip came out so fast that you got to watch his expression in real time.

Instead of lining up another insult, his gaze seemed to darken instead. That had hit some kind of nerve. You shifted not out of discomfort, but from the sun’s stifling rays. “I’m assuming you agreed to ‘no bullshit’ rule already by coming out here?”

“The stage itself should prevent that.” He twisted his gun around into his hands.

“No getting on top of these things like you were earlier.”

“Fine.” He gave a tight nod.

“Then let’s play.” You shifted your weight in preparation to take off. “Two minute to positions?”

“I’ll even let you have a head start.”

There was a fraction of a second where you were almost grateful for the return off the asshole amidst his stuffy attitude. That was until you saw that damn cocky smile of his. Regardless, you took off to the right and heard the faint trailing of his laughter behind you. You were going to shoot that smile right off his face. Weaving around aged metal, you took note of the layout. Some of the containers were whole and others were warped; there were worn ones that had weathered to near collapse and some that were outright halved. Of the intact metal rectangles, none of them seemed to have accessible doors and were welded shut. It was nice to note a safety precaution in an otherwise abandoned setting.

Mentally ticking down the seconds, you steadied yourself as the timer ran out. You’d taken position near one of the farther blue containers not on the perimeter. Underfoot, sun bleached grass made the softest crunch that you needed to watch out for. Swallowing, you evened out your breathing and let the sounds come to you. Bugs buzzed, but the air was otherwise still and sticky. Raising your rifle, you peeked out from behind your cover. Seeing nothing, you jogged for the next container. There was the unmistakable echo of footsteps that seemed to be trying to mask under yours. Eyes narrowing, you pegged their position and twisted around the container to head for it. Leading barrel first, you jumped out from behind the container and found no one there. Drooping for a only a moment, you were forced forward a step when a single shot hit the dead center of your back.

Spinning around to the spot, you heard the faintest chuckle as he disappeared. The one on one parameters shifted the game in a way you hadn’t anticipated. Ducking behind another container, you reevaluated your strategy. It would be a jockeying of who moved first and then a series of reactionary actions. Scooting along the container, you dropped down low. Obviously listening for him was a fool’s errand since he could somehow throw his steps. You’d just have to move and try to keep him on his toes.

Darting out, you almost collided with him. Though he fired first, your proximity wasn’t something he accounted for and only one of the bullets hit your arm. You, on the other hand, fired directly into his chest.

“I see.” He remarked with a knowing tone before disappearing behind the container you’d just left from. Twirling around, you ran, putting distance between the two of you. Sweat began to gather on the back of your neck. Repeating the mantra of ‘keep him on his toes,’ you swayed to a halt and tried to picture how he’d adjust to your blind running. Smirking, you turned and immediately backtracked the exact line you’d run. Hearing the sharp reverberating of a body hitting an empty container, you twisted around and shot before your eyes hit the target. The spray hit Donatello across the chest and he glowered back at you.

“Be seeing ya!” You gave a punctuated wink before disappearing around another container. “In the grave!” You tacked on, twisting away from the direction you’d sent your voice. You were up, but it wasn’t time to get cocky. You had to keep shifting your strategy or he’d be able to gather his bearings. Without stopping, you made for the perimeter and kept a jog along it. The sun overhead beat down relentless on your gear. In a veritable pressure cooker, you neared the bottom half of the field and made a sharp left turn. A spray of bullets hit a container you passed and you returned fire. Refusing to stop, you listened above your own pants for a sign that he’d realize where you were headed. It wasn’t long until until his jogging boots thudded after you. You spun around and opened fire in a wide arch across the area behind you. You stilled, waiting as the container’s resonance to quiet.

It took several long moments before Donatello emerged with his hands up. As soon as he appeared you jumped into the air, letting your rifle drop from your hands.

“I did it!” You landed and pointed at him. “How’s it feel, dickhead!?”

He lowered his arms and evaluated you.

You straightened from where you’d bent a knee to gloat and watched him warily.

His eye lingered along your sweat soaked collar.

You stiffened against your will. It was hard to identify exactly what was off about his gaze, but it unsettled you. The sweep was near clinical, but being done through the scope of half-lidded eyes felt menacing. You were trapped and as soon as he caught wind of it, that smirk tugged at his lips. He took steps to close the distance between you and with each footfall it seemed to spread across his face. By the time he reached you, he was a tower of egotism. You’d won, so what did he have to gloat over?

“Don’t tell me your going to nitpick my performance?” You managed to bring your brows down in an approximation of a scowl.

“No.” There was an airy quality to his voice.

“Then what?” You felt tightly coiled.

“Want to play a round where I don’t hold back?”

This time the muscles contracting in your body were done in an attempt to hold yourself back. Your lip curled back and you instinctually bared your teeth. He’d gone lower than you’d even thought possible. “I get the feeling your bothers are the only ones who can stand to be around you out of sheer obligation.”

He gave a single dry snort. You didn’t think it was possible, but that damn smirk of his somehow grew.

“Laugh it up now…”

“We’ll even the odds.”

You had long reached your boiling point. “If you think-”

“I commend your playing. You unequivocally won, but you have no idea what you’re up against.”

“You bas-”

“If you can land a single hit…” He bent at the hips and brought his face up to yours.

You resisted the urge to spit in it immediately just to see how much saliva you needed to pack.

“…anywhere on my person, then you automatically win.” He gave a calculated tilt of his head. “As a reward, I’ll humiliate myself how you see fit.”

That was enough to give you pause. “In your whole life, has no one ever popped that horrific confidence bubble of yours?”

“Oh, they have.” He reached up and ran a finger down the scarring along his jaw. “But it’s been a long while.”

You watched the digit’s excruciatingly slow trek before realizing what he had done and snapped your gaze back to his. Amusement danced in his eyes and you turned your head slightly away.

“Fine. I’ll play, but you better be ready.” You set your own cocksure grin to as high a degree as you could muster.

He gave an satisfied nod before straightening.

Something about it gave you pause. “What do you get if you win?”

“I’ll have won.” He said simply, gathering his rifle.

His mere existence brought bile to your throat. “Two minutes?” The faster you could clear this, the faster you could garner your reward.

“Sure.” His nonchalance was somehow even more antagonistic.

You turned but refused to give him the satisfaction of running. You sauntered until you cleared the first container and then picked up your pace as you again started a mental countdown. Finding a sliver of shade, you held back your rifle and weighed your options. He was surely taunting you to a point, but there was more to it. For one, there had been Mikey’s comment from the last game about humans. It was easy enough to acknowledge mutant prowess, but their abilities could fluctuate so wildly. You didn’t have a the best handle on what Donatello’s were. Of the few tastes you’d gotten, the one that stuck out to you was when he adjusted your vest. You undoubtedly would have to contend with that speed. If he could keep up that pace, then you were outmatched.

With the last seconds timing out, you refilled your rifle’s magazine. You only needed to land a single shot so laying down cover fire was your best bet. Shifting, you inched down the container and spied the next. It was one of the dilapidated ones where part of it was missing. If you could nestle yourself into the leftover corner, you’d only have to cover your front. Nodding to yourself, you mad a dash for it and felt several nips at your heels. It caused you to skid into your destination and whirl around wildly.

“Two shots to the legs.” His voice floated in with no discernible source.

You aimed your rifle and scanned the best you could. From your far right you felt a single shot hit your shoulder.

“One to the arm.”

You turned your head to where the BB had come. There was no one there. You grit your teeth. Turning back, you found him standing right next to you.

“Boo.” He said simply before pulling the trigger into your right arm.

You bit down on a scream and instead twisted to swing your rifle at him.

He leaned away from the action and caught the butt of your gun with ease.

“How…?” You hadn’t meant to voice your surprise.

He leaned his head to the side and gave a smile that had a malevolent edge to it.

It made the hairs on the back of your neck rise up.

You also couldn’t help but stare at the way it showed off one of his pointed canines.

“Shall we call this off?”

“Isn’t it still to three?” You were almost glad your gun was creating space between you.

“Yes, well…” He trailed off and shifted his grip. You glanced down as he returned your rifle to you. Hugging the gun close, you brought a wary eye back to him. “I figured I’d give you an out.”

“Think your smoke and mirrors play scared me?” You tore your eyes away and off to the playing field.

“I know it did.” He replied, taking a languid step back.

“Sneaking up on someone doesn’t really count.” You set your jaw to keep from glancing after him. “If I’d done the same to you, I bet you would have jumped.”

He gave a little hum as he pondered your assertion. “I suppose I would find it surprising.”

“There you go.” You inched your neck towards him, but kept your eyes down. The silence wedged itself between you and you examined his boots. “You take off this time.”

“Fine by me.”

You lifted your eyes to watch as he took a single step back. You weren’t sure if you blinked, but within the next second he simply vanished. Your jaw didn’t drop, but your lips parted. Super speed didn’t seem like a severe enough descriptor. That paired with his insane reflexes meant whatever chances you’d even considered were quickly dwindling. Having had no luck in your current position, you turned and peeled off. Outrunning him was out of the question, so you pivoted hard enough to carve out a divot in the field. Twisting around you made it a few more strides before repeating the action. A bullet ricocheted off a container you neared.

You smiled and fired your rifle over your shoulder. You were pretty sure it uselessly shot skyward, but it was a warning. Twirling, you continued to rhythmless scurrying. Pushing your limbs to the limit, you heard the nicks of BBs piercing the soil around you. He wasn’t calling strikes so your unpredictable movements were at least partially doing their job. It wasn’t something you could sustain, so you started to fire your gun in a similar haphazard nature. Whizzing discharge kicked up a cacophony of sound. It was only matched by your palpating heartbeat as it began to thrum in your ears. Overhead the sun watched your display with merciless criticism. Feeling the rays nearly piercing your blood vessels, you made hexagonal footwork to the edge of the field and rounded the cover of a container.

You dropped to your knees as soon it afforded you shelter. Immediately the labored breaths forced their way past your lips and you fisted dried matchsticks of grass. You watched as several beads of sweat fell from your brow and were instantly absorbed by the cracked soil.

“I applaud you.”

Hearing his voice from above, you rolled over onto your back and took aim at him.

His hands raised up in armistice as you spotted him on top of the container.

“Is that how you’ve been getting around?” You went limp and your gun teetered on your chest.

“No.”

“You’re not cheating? You said you wouldn't get up there!” You wouldn’t admit it to him, but it was nice to have a moment to catch your breath.

“I agreed to the terms. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Then what are you doing?”

He stared in a way that said to check his last sentence.

You sneered at him. “You know what I mean.”

“It isn’t often that I get to see something new. I wanted to acknowledge that.”

“New?” You’d humor him if only to prolong your break. Snapping open one of your vest’s pouches, you retrieved a handkerchief and wiped your face.

“No, there’s been a lot of attempts to weave from my bullets, but that was quite the spectacle.”

You made a show of giving a fake laugh and replaced the dirtied cloth into its pocket. “I guess we’ll call it a preview.”

“You’ll be able to do it again?” There was a mixture of doubt and mirth swirling in his tone.

You shot him a glare and snapped to your feet. Even under the intense heat, you could feel the flicker of that angry fire in your chest. You’d almost forgotten about it. It was about time it showed back up. “More like a preview for when I beat you.”

“Oh ho!” He disappeared from sight and you heard him drop down heavily on the other side of the container. You instantly knew it was a signal that the next match had kicked off. Your blood pressure dropped as you twisted around the container, gun ready. He was unfortunately correct. There was no way you could put on the same dodge tactic again. Not unless you lost the vest to free up some extra movement. Deciding against it, you came around the side of the container he’d landed and laid down a line of fire. Spinning around, you then fired off a line of shots where you’d come from and glimpsed his form duck back out of sight.

You waited in hopes to hear his voice, but were met with silence. “Your elusive ass will call it if I hit you, right?!”

“You’re wasting your breath.”

You understood it as an affirmation, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. Parting a glare at the sun, you continued the back and forth spree until you glimpsed his form far to the right. Spinning, you slipped right back to whence you had come and prepared to start the process over again. What you weren’t ready for was him to materialize behind you and firing a handgun shot straight into your back.

“I take back my earlier applause.”

In two steps, you danced around and, against the unwritten rules of the game, you fired your own handgun where he had once been.

“You're being unsportsmanlike.”

“You’re one to talk!” You were on the move before you could process where your feet were carrying you. A scatter of shots followed your heels as you slid behind another container. Your back slammed against it and the heat from its sunbathed exterior wafted through your vest. Refusing to linger, you were on the move again paving the way with a spray of pellets. The much needed adrenaline was finally pumping through your veins. Somehow skirting another burst from your opponent, you returned fire. The blazing determination to crush Donatello made every step feel like scorched earth. Keeping your back to another container, you fired straight down to the end of your clip. You quickly exchanged magazines before realizing you were in the same alcove where you’d taken your first loss.

Suddenly on guard, you dove to the right on pure instinct and heard several shots echo off the dull metal. Lifting onto your palms you swiveled your head to find him out in the open, his gun trained on you. Even the bugs seemed to fall under the hush as you winced for the oncoming shot. Instead, you were met with the harsh click of an empty barrel. Blood rushed to your limbs and you made for your hand gun. You could feel the counter of each nano second as the gun slipped into one hand. Your other pushed off the grass. One leg swept outward and the other slid up on a knee. Rolling through the motion, you glimpsed him scrambling to replace his magazine. A smile bloomed on your face as the realization that you’d outpace him came. Blades clipped at your feet as you stood and your arm brought the gun up to position. You watched as the magazine seemingly slipped from Donatello’s fingers while yours pulled back on the trigger.

The resounding gong of your back slamming against the container was so loud your hearing was temporarily muffled. Dizzy from both the impact and subsequent sound, you stared weakly at your opponent. Still in the same place across from you, Donatello had his arm stretched out in your direction. Confused, you squinted at him and looked for your handgun. It lay at your feet so you moved to grab it. The immovable tug of your vest came first. Then the searing pain. In a way it was sobering. You barely needed to turn your head before the hilt of a large knife came into view.

“Did…” The words were on your lips but it seemed too absurd. “…Did you stab me?”

“Technically one needs to have a grip on the object for it to be a stabbing.”

“Asshole!” You reached up with your free hand to grab the knife.

“Stop!” He was moving towards you, but you refused and wrapped your fingers around the handle.

You were about to tug when your wrist was harshly pulled away. “What is wrong with you!?”

“Would you listen for just one second!?” He pulled your free wrist further and leaned in to examine the blade.

“Hard to when there’s a KNIFE IN MY SHOULDER!” You screamed directly into his ear and kicked at him.

Instead of dodging, he twisted into the motion and used his own legs to pin yours against the container. He then flipped his grip on your wrist and slammed it into the metal as well. Putting all the rest of your anger into a heated glare, you watched as he shifted out of focus and his forehead butted up against yours. When he spoke, his voice was lethally low. “Be quiet like a good girl for once in your damn life and let me fix this.”

He let his gaze wither you until he turned his attention back to the knife. With only one free hand, he studied the object and tested the vest around it. You preemptively winced as he pressed down, but the pain didn’t come as you anticipated.

“It just nicked you. You’ll barely need a bandage.” He grabbed the hilt and in one swift movement pulled it up and out. Slumping down, but still caught by his body pining yours, you watched as he surveyed the blade.

“Oh no, did my body hurt your precious knife?” You fluttered your lashes and feigned a pursed lip.

“Considering the position you’re in, you think you’d know when to shut your mouth.”

“Position?” You nearly gagged on the scoff.

You heard a low rumble of curiosity thrum from his chest as he put more of his weight onto your pinned limbs. You shot him back a bright smile that he narrowed his gaze at. With your newly freed arm, you shot up to swat at his face. Reflexively, he disarmed the move, but seeing as his only free hand was the one with the knife in it, the blade stopped millimeters shy of your cheek.

Your eyes flicked from the blurry black steel to his.

“Understand yet?” He warned, the blade just barely skimming your flesh.

You swallowed down your racing heart beat and mustered a scowl.

“You’ll never learn.” He gave the knife a light press until it was just biting your skin before removing it.

“Maybe because you’re a shit teacher.”

From where he was slipping the knife back into his vest, the corner of his mouth downturned.

For every bit it descended, yours rose.

“Ask nicely and I’ll prove you wrong.”

“Get fucked.” You nearly spat.

“If you insist.”

For a moment his body left yours and it felt like gravity double as your weight returned to your feet. Swaying from the shift, you barely raised your head when he returned. You could hardly focus on the rest of his body as his hand snaked up your throat. Between a thumb and finger, he squeezed your jaw bone. The move tipped your head back and he hovered over you threateningly.

“Well?” He urged, his breath hot against your lips.

You let your lashes slowly descend and focused on carefully sneaking one of your arms between your chests. As your lids rose from the blink, you fisted the front of his shirt and yanked. In the sliver of time before your lips collided you watched with satisfaction as surprise painted his features. You almost wished you could savor it longer as your eyes instinctually closed and his mouth moved harshly against yours. He still had a grip on your throat and it made anything other than the hand you beat against his chest useless.

Dipping down, he pressed your head against the container’s wall until the metal creaked in protest. It freed up more space between your chests and you fought a blind battle of trying to capture one another’s limbs. Down an arm, you prevailed and twisted your fingers underneath his glove. Finding his pulse point, you dug your nails in and he hissed into your mouth. Breaking the lip lock, he pulled back and flicked your hand away. You watched until he brought his gaze back up and gave him a coy smile.

“Absolutely infuriating.” His voice seethed, but his hand curled away from your jaw to grip your head. You watched the way his chest heaved with mounting excitement.

“You agreed to the rematch.”

There was a flash of irritation in his eye that all but caused your stomach to flip. This time when he attacked, you were ready for him. You strung your arms around his neck and met him with a similar crushing force. Your tongues tangled and in time your knotted your limbs to put pressure onto his shoulders. In return, he scrapped your waist for your hips and pulled you up by your ass. You awkwardly raised your legs for a moment until his knee dipped to give you leverage. Once you got them wrapped around him, he easily hoisted you up and crushed you against the metal. That knot of fury had morphed into one of enraged need and every fervent contact was not enough to satisfy. You started clawing at him in a desperate attempt to quell the feeling.

In one swift move, he broke the kiss and threw his head back so it crushed your fingers. He then tipped forward incrementally with a punctuated glare.

You flexed your stinging digits and returned the gaze twofold.

“Now you’re quiet.” He snipped, bringing a knee up to balance you.

You pressed down hard on your lips to keep from responding. Instead you watched as he freed up his hands and undid his vest. He shrugged the armor off and crowded you.

“Better?”

“I could take it or leave it.”

He growled as he captured your lips again. Free from its halter, you grabbed at his shirt again and bunched the material up. When he leaned down, you assumed it was to pull the fabric off. You followed through with the motion, but when he arose he was both shirtless and your own vest dangled on your shoulders until he made a show of flicking its last toe hold off.

“Stupid nimble fingers.” You ground out.

He chuckled into your ear as he bit down on the lobe. You gasped and ran your nails along his newly exposed flesh. His lips trailed scorching kisses down your neck and you were about to plot your next move when he nosed the collar of your shirt. Pausing at the sensation, your muscles contracted as his tongue languidly trailed flat across your jugular and back up to your ear. You hadn’t realized the moan had left your lips until the tail end of it reached your ears. Emboldened by it, he dipped down again, this time taking the scruff of the fabric by his teeth. You were about to inquire about the move when his hands left you. You craned your neck to catch a glimpse, but only the sound of a clean slice through taunt fabric followed.

“H-hey!” You barked as the fabric around your torso loosened.

He surfaced only long enough to show you his pupils were blown wide with lust.

Partially stunned by the glance, you shivered at the sensation of the fabric being peeled from your body. You hadn’t realized how sweaty you had gotten until that exact moment. The stagnant air didn’t do much to cool you as Donatello seared hickies and bites into as much of your skin as he could get his mouth on. Rapidly losing ground, the moment your arm muscles even twitched, he had your wrists pinned. You whined in frustration until your bra slipped off your shoulders and slid down until it was trapped around your waist.

“You-!” Was all you could get out before your words were strangled by his teeth biting into your left breast.

Left without much to do, you uselessly bucked your hips, but found with him bent over laving at your chest meant his were arched away. You wanted to scream, but again the sound was squashed as he turned his attention to your other breast. Whimpering, you squirmed and in doing so writhed until of his hands loosened their grip. You snapped it free and heard the wet pop of him extracting his mouth from your body. Moving out of pure spite, you pinched the top of his bandana and pulled it clean off his head. Holding the fabric high and away, you glanced down at him victorious, but found a partially annoyed expression instead.

“Your…” You looked up at the fabric and ran a thumb over the drawn on black lines. “You-!” The elation in your voice was turned into a small scream as you were jerked from him and spun around. Jarring under having your weight on your legs once again, you wobbled as one of his hands traced down your sternum and straight to your pants line. Your head lolled back onto his shoulder and he placed nippy pecks along your jaw. His other hand massaged at one of your shoulders and under the guise of kneading flesh, he guided you into arching your back. His body slotted heavily against yours and he undid your belt with one hand. A faraway thought cursed his nimble fingers again, but it never reached your lips.

In another set of deft moves, your fly was down and his fingers slid down into your heat. You fumed at a hitch in his movements, knowing he was taking into account how wet you were. You could feel that smug smile on his lips as he pressed them into the small cut on your shoulder. It took until his the tip of his finger coaxed your clit that you realized he’d left your arms free. You brought them up and groped at the back of his head for leverage. He sped up the digit and in turn you ground you ass back into his hips. He gave an appreciative snarl and pushed forward until his fingers slipped into your folds and his thumb took steering duty.

You nearly thrashed at the sensation, but his free hand kept you pinned as he massaged at any available skin. Shifting automatically, you squatted down in an attempt to open up for him. It made your cheeks burn more than the stifling heat. For once, he didn’t take the time to humiliate you and instead rewarded you by finally slipping a rugged digit inside. The moans escaped you in time as he finger fucked you. His arm jerked rapidly and the sloppy sounds would have been mortifying if you had the mental capacity to acknowledge them. Amongst the onslaught, your underwear and pants relinquished their hold on your hips and your voice peaked. In a repeated mantra your mind narrowed in on your eminent release. With the crest rapidly approached, you limped back into him to finish you off. As soon as you did, he all but disappeared.

A strangled yell ripped from your throat in anger as gravity tugged you down. Rotating an arm, Donatello hooked you around your waist. You dangled limply from the move as you grappled to get your body to obey.

“What…” You panted, anger bubbling up over the arousal and winning out. “What the fuck!?”

He didn’t respond and actively kept you from getting a glimpse of him.

The fury manifested into flailing and soon you were on your feet. You pummeled his arm the best you could even though you knew he was still holding you in case you weren’t ready to take weight on your stems. When your feet were confidently planted, he retreated. You immediately attempted to chase the limb back to its infernal owner. Instead your vision blacked out for a moment when your vest suddenly dropped down around you.

“What-!” You protested as best you could, but his speed and strength soon had your arms slotted through their correct holds. “Is-!” You tried to kick out your feet, but your pants were still pooled around your ankles. “Wrong-!” The side straps tightened so rapidly it almost knocked the air out of you. “With-!” He gave your shoulder straps a final testing tug and then, once again, you were left to your own devices. You heard the telltale thud of a belt hitting the ground. “You!?” You spun around and were met with a carnal gaze. You knew how you must look; clad in almost nothing but the vest and desire leaking down your leg. He was admiring his work.

“Asshole.” You breathed near silently, but it still brought a smile to his lips. Amongst a blink, he was on you and then out of sight as you were spun back towards the container wall. You had another biting remark on your tongue when his hand slipped through the back strap of your vest and you were off your feet. Your hands flew out useless and smacked against the metal with a resounding gong. You waited for your hips to swing forward, but his arm hooked around them. He then shifted you until you were horizontal with the ground.

“Donatello?” You despised how meek your voice sounded.

With one arm threaded through your vest and the other around your hips, you felt like you were being brandished like a Minigun. Degrading didn’t even come close to enough word for how it felt.

“Another game…” His voice sounded thick and he seemed to be struggling to form words. “I’m going to fuck you.”

It was such a obvious point that you wanted to scream about it, but instead your lips continued to betray you. “No-”

“Not like this?” He questioned, his voice like syrup. Adjusting your hips, you felt his scorching tip line up with your core.

With one hand pressed flat for a modicum of leverage against the wall, your other flew back and caught his limb at your waist.

“Try to resist me.” He ordered and a mewl slipped out as his cock began to press in.

Your fingers encircled his forearm.

“I’ll go in little by little.”

You felt yourself being incrementally split by him.

“If you say so or push me back even the slightest bit, I’ll stop.”

You opened your mouth to protest but only a loud moan escaped.

“Go on…” Even amongst the desire, he managed a teasing note.

It brought indignant tears to your eyes. Torn between humiliation and yearning for him to fill you, they trickled down your cheeks.

He seemed to just keep going.

You cried out at the tenuous pace.

“Almost…”

“Please-!” You managed, but its inflection was completely wrong.

You’d begged him.

He still drug out the process at the same speed until you could only tell he was completely sheathed inside when his plastron bit into your ass cheeks.

For what seemed like a long moment, he stayed there with the only sound being your panting against his agonizing length. You weren’t sure if he was letting you adjust, but just as the fringes of your mind returned, he pulled back and rocked into you in one sharp buck. You screamed out as he continued the pace in excruciating rhythm. At first you helplessly cried out with each stroke, but the sound echoing off the metal brought one of your hands back to cover your mouth. He slowed as soon as you did and poured himself over you.

“Don’t worry, you can enjoy this to your heart’s content. No one else is around.” He adjusted his stance and you seized as he twitched inside you.

“Almost…” You gasped. “… like… you… planned… this…”

“And you called me paranoid.” There was an edge to his voice.

Even with all your neurons firing wildly, it brought back something you’d made note of. “That’s… what touched… a nerve!?”

You incredulous tone hit another because he pointedly began fucking into your g-spot. It left you a howling mess. The arm around your waist shifted until he could reach your clit and as soon as it made contact your voice hit a high you hadn’t know was possible. Keeping a brutal pace, he thrust into you until the edges of your vision began to black out. Your voice stopped reaching your ears. Distant breathy gasps were all around you and the slick from both your sweats commingled into one continuous fluid. You crest rushed in with the speed of a roaring wave and the shift in his pace said he also knew it was coming. With the last shreds of your sanity, you mental beseeched him to not edge you out again. You weren’t able to be pleasantly surprised when the orgasm hit because it mangled any coherent thought.

Lolling back, it felt like par for the course when gravity seemed to rotate around you. Your vision faded to fuzzy snippets. When you came too, you found you were sitting reverse cowgirl. Staring up at the faint lip of the container, your lips were parted and you quickly closed them as drool threatened to leak out. You weakly siphoned as much oxygen as you could when a heated blast shot up in your belly. You choked on a groan as he pulsated inside you. The little tinge after thrusts felt like a rocking boat and only his hands around your waist kept you upright.

Dizzy, you leaned forward and the uncomfortable fabric of the vest made itself known by chaffing your nipples. You were about to try to put that into words when you watched one of his hands snake up and unclip your vest. You dumbly marveled at his ability to read minds as he undid the straps and pulled the piece from you. You craned your head over your shoulder the best you could to get a look at him. You couldn’t really see him, but he seemed to be struggling with something.

It elicited a small chuckle from you.

“Something funny?” His voice was hoarse.

You shook your head and he sat up. It caused you to clench around him and your eyes widened as you realized he was still semi-hard.

You made a noise of surprise and he seared a kiss into your injured shoulder. You wilted under it and an arm snaked around your front. You watched it curiously and in your weakened state you didn’t notice when its partner joined. The first hand curled under your chin and a thumb slid up over your bottom lip coaxing your mouth open. Tipsy, you allowed it and the second hand popped something into your mouth. A protest immediately wormed its way up your throat, but his hand snapped your mouth shut.

“Calcium Carbonate.” He said as if that answered everything. “I need you to stay conscious.” One of his hands disappeared before quickly returning with a canteen. Your arms didn’t seem to obey and he helped you drink down the cool liquid.

Blinking, you came to a realization; you were going to have sex again.

Trailing more kisses along your upper back, you whimpered as he tipped you over into the grass without ever pulling out. Now on your side, you turned to say something when his mouth slotted over yours. Whether it had been a protest or an affirmation, the kiss stole away the memory. He didn’t start pounding right away, but instead shallowly rocked against you while coaxing your knees up to give him better access. It helped ease you out of your previous orgasm, while building up a foundation for the next. As soon as you found some strength to fight back against his tongue, his hands moved to tease your breasts. You moaned into his mouth and in return his cock plunged deeper into you. You weren’t sure how he did it, but without breaking stride, he somehow maneuvered you onto your back and moved one of your legs out of the way to fuck you missionary.

Coiled around one another, you both confined to protest against the tenderness of the position. You clawed at the back of his head and he left new sets of bite marks along your collarbone. Each kiss was a renewed contest of dominance and even though you were beyond overstimulated, you’d routinely rock into his hips which earned a hiccup in his labored breath every single time. With both your second orgasms in eminent collision, he broke away from your lips and curled his head into the crook of your neck. It might have been the position you were in, but you were overcome by affection. Lifting your nails away, you cradled his head to you with one hand and flatly palmed the spot between his shoulder blades with the other. His thrusts became more erratic and some words found their way into your mouth.

“Come for me.”

He obeyed and between the scalding spurts of cum you felt yourself unravel once again. What followed was discordant breathing and limp collapse. Slowly, he eventually peeled his body off of yours and you nearly gagged at the sweaty plastic wrap sensation of it all. He didn’t make it far and propped his head up as he lay beside you. You continued to lay on your back and stared up as you counted your still quickened heartbeat. Eventually, the exhaustion and omnipresent heat pulled your head to the side and you looked at him. His lids were low, but the fondness there was palpable.

“Going soft on me?” You asked, your hand drunkenly reaching for him. He caught it with his free one and held it close to his chest.

“Technically...?” He mustered a small grin.

You groaned and closed your eyes.

“Since I’ve already put you off, may I add to it?”

“Why not?” You retorted dryly, though there was an upward tugging at the corners of your lips.

“There will never be a good time at this point so here goes: I never did get your name.”

Your eyes snapped out in righteous fury.

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Ꮤ𐋅𐌄𐌍 𐌕𐌀𐌁𐌋𐌄𐌔 𐌀𐌐𐌄 𐌕𐌵𐌐𐌍𐌄𐌃

Pairing: Raph/gn!reader Rating: Explicit Contents: dom!reader, Raph is a subby turtle Warnings: 18+, mdni, nsfw Wordcount: 220

Notes: Raph needs some love on my blog as well! It was something small, though, because it was just a random thought I had!

Raph exudes confidence and certainty when he's in the lead. He knows exactly what he desires when he seeks you out for pleasure, savoring your soft gasps and the way your body reacts to his touch. It’s amazing in every way.

However, when the tables are turned, and the focus is on him, Raph becomes flustered to the point where it embarrasses him. He blushes when you trace his arm, and his eyes widen, watching you like a deer caught in headlights. He releases high-pitched whimpers as you kiss him deeply, almost as if you don't want him to breathe. Or it could just be that he's so overwhelmed with desire that he can't even fathom taking a breather. Not when he feels your tongue gliding up the length of his cock, his thighs twitching with need and moaning with abandon like some common whore.

Seeing that formidable turtle, with his impressive muscles that make his arms and legs a feast for the eyes, squirming and biting his lip in an effort to contain his noises—though they escape no matter what he does—is intoxicating. You feel a surge of power that leaves you heady, and you wield it skillfully, teasing him until he's begging for release.

You might let him if he looks pretty enough to deserve it.

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❄️ Hi darling!

Could I please get a Bayverse DonniexFemaleReader?

Naughty list, 6 and 15.

Kink list 1, 2, 7, 11, and 14.

Thank you so much 💜💜💜

Bows & Tinsel 🔥

Where's my Donnie lovers at? Cause this one is for you. 😉 Your prize is on the bottom, love! Hope you like it. ^^

🔞 Warning 🔞 NFSW 18+ Only

Bondage, Dom/Sub dynamic, oral, fingering, blindfold, and praise kink.

During the holidays, Donnie usually prefers working like usual. He would work on projects for missions, or just simple side stuff that keeps his brothers at bay while he works on the main projects. Guess you can call him a "shut in," yet you don't mind it at all.

But it would affect you if he doesn't take good care of himself, like he's doing at the moment.

"Donatello, if you do not get out of that lab so help me I will drag you out myself." You half threatened as you organized some shirt boxes onto your kitchen table. The poor woman wanted to wrap some gifts for everyone and have Donnie come over to spend some time together.

But the projects he's doing have to be done. The poor guy was running to no sleep for over 24 hours and it's slowly killing you that he hasn't been taking care of himself like he's supposed to.

"But I had to-"

"No buts sir," Grabbing the roll of wrapping paper, you placed it on the table and picked up your phone. "Have you forgotten that you're supposed to be spending some time with me? I understand that the projects are important but, please, manage your time wisely."

"I'm sorry but my brain just short circuited when you said "sir," so I need you to repeat that." You could just hear him smirking through the phone and you can't help but laugh at the irony. "You know how much that gets me going."

"Well the only thing that's keeping you going is that third cup of coffee you're drinking right now." Funny enough, you could hear the poor turtle cough like he was choking on something.

"How did you know I was-"

"I know you, my love. We've been dating for two years now. If I don't know you by now, then I am living under a rock. I'm just as observant as you are."

With that you rolled out the wrapping paper, lined up the shirt box, and started cutting the paper with the scissors. Your focus was no longer apparent to the phone and tried to finish the several shirt boxes that needed to be done.

From the lab, Donnie could hear the paper being cut and he felt guilty. You both had planned to wrap gifts together and, here he was, so engrossed by work that he had forgotten about the plan you've both set up. It wasn't his fault for having seven projects in line.

"Darling, I'm sorry for forgetting. Leo has been nagging at me for not finishing this project and pretty much gave me a deadline. I don't know why he has to give me one when he has never done so in the beginning." He rambled as he heard you stop cutting. He knows how you are when you are focused on something, so he doesn't want to go into much detail when you are barely focusing on his words.

"Well, does he realize that his younger brother is lacking in sleep and food? When was the last time you ate a proper meal, baby?" She could just feel her man wince because of the pause that came after. "Donnie?"

"I had a pop tart!"

"That's not- Okay, mister, you better get your shell over here in ten minutes. If not, I am coming down there myself and giving your brother a lecture." That stern tone was evident and Donnie wasn't gonna test your authority.

Even though he's mainly the one that's in control.

With that thought in mind Donnie chuckled, he could just see you raising your brow. The woman knew that chuckle. She has heard it before and it made your heart race.

"You're so sexy when you take control like that, darling, but I think we both know who's in charge in the relationship." He smirked.

You hummed. "Right now it's me because you don't know when to take a break."

Donnie nods. "All right. You wanna act like a brat, I'll treat you like one."

"Wise words coming from someone saying it through a cellular device."

"That's it." He says as he exited out of his lab and went straight to the entrance of the lair. "If you're not naked by the time I get there, you're gonna get punished."

The woman laughed, she loves to irk him and get his blood pumping. Yet she can't help but to feel turned on by his words. "What if I'm not? What are you gonna do then, Sir?"

That bartone in his voice just went deep and she could feel her essence flowed out from her femininity. Oh, she could feel his cock deep inside her; mouth watering just thinking of all the ways he could do to her. His callused hands caressing and taking control of her body. He knew her weak points - knew where to press and have her come undone with just a touch of the fingertip.

She didn't realize that she whimpered just by these thoughts alone. This was what Donnie's specialty lie's from within: he could use the right words and have your mind racing with all the possibilities.

"Already whimpering for me, darling? How precious." His tone teasing, she could hear movement from his end and she knew he was on his way to her. "I can't wait to unwrap you, honey, just wait until I get my hands on you."

Y/N can't help but snicker as she watches the window through the dining area. As soon as the call ended, the woman locked the window so he couldn't get in. But, knowing him, he would unlock it with the gadgets he's carrying. That man has everything, and nothing will stop him from getting what he wants.

With that, her front facing the window, she continued cutting the paper and wrapped the boxes. It's been five minutes since the call ended and her heart was racing tenfold; adrenaline and anticipation coursing through her veins as she was constantly eyeing the window.

"Where is he?" She says as the silence throughout the apartment was deafening. Nothing could be heard, not even the creak of metal when he arrived. Sighing, she continues with her progress. "These gifts don't wrap themselves."

"Can I unwrap you instead?"

She almost screamed but a calloused hand went towards her mouth as Donnie turned her to face him, a smirk evident on his face. "You think that you can lock me out? You're sadly mistaken, darling. It's not the first time you've done this and, just like last time, you've forgotten your bedroom window."

Her eyes widened. How could she forget about her bedroom window?

His chuckle was deep and seductive as he leaned down to her neck. "It was like you were begging me to punish you, am I right?" When his woman whimpered, he had his answer. "I thought so. You just couldn't help yourself, can you? Just the thought of me ravishing you until there's nothing left turns you on doesn't it, pet.

"Having my cock down your throat, my fingers working wonders to you. Oh, don't get me started on the way my cock hits all the right spots when I pound inside you. No matter how many times you conceal those screams and moans, you just can't hold them in because you're just drowning in ecstasy." His hand left your lips and slowly trailed behind the nape of your neck, then he grasped your hair and pulled it back. "You love it when I take control like this, right pet? Tell me, darling, what exactly you so desire."

After that he took off his mask and wrapped it over your eyes, blocking your vision. The woman can't help but to swallow whatever was in her throat, her throat suddenly feels dry as he leaned towards her neck once again and left feather-like kisses.

"I-I want you, please." Y/N begged as his hazel eyes watched your every reaction, the aroma of your arousal filled his nostrils and he let out a deep groan from his chest.

"That's not good enough, darling. I need more of a description." He smirked as another whimper fell from your lips.

"Donatello, if you do not-" a gasp escaped you as you were turned again and now laid face down onto the table.

"This is not Donatello right now, pet. This is your professor and you do as I say, do you understand?" You bit your lip and you nodded. "Good girl. Now, let's get you naked since you haven't done as you were told."

Donnie stripped you until you were bare. The cold air made your nipples erect and your beloved made a hum of satisfaction.

"Look at you, darling. So beautiful and extravagant." He kissed her shoulder blade and slowly made his way down her spine. The woman's reactions to his touches were glorious; the way she shivered and her legs trembled with anticipation, Donnie couldn't help himself as he trailed his hand to her femininity. His fingertips made work with her flower and the woman spread her legs for him, wanting more contact.

But he broke apart from her and she whimpered. "What's wrong, pet? Disappointed that you can't get what you want." He teased as he placed his groin to her bottom, rocking and grinding as their moans of ecstasy rolled through them. "You could have this if you weren't such a brat."

A whimper-like cry escaped your lips as you shook your hips, teasing the man even further. "Stop screwing with me, Donnie! I'm trying to wrap gifts!"

A chuckle left him as he pulled away from her, a cold wave rushed through her as she realized what she had done. "That's it. I'm tying you up with some tinsel."

Oh, how she had regretted opening her big mouth. Tied and vulnerable, she cried out in ecstasy as the wave of release washed over her for the umpteenth time. His purple mask was soaked from her pleasurable tears, her legs shaking as his mouth devoured her flower like he hasn't had any water in days.

And she was his oasis. His safe haven that saved him from dying of thirst.

His churrs, growls, and groans traveled to her femininity and she couldn't help but tremble from the intensity.

Her hands tied above her head with the tinsel, legs spread, as sweat glistened from her body. The way his fingers worked inside her as his tongue moved like he was licking icing from his favorite snack, his woman can't help but mewl as another release was building. He could sense it, too. Like he has memorized her body language and she was one of his many experiments to work on.

"You better be counting how many times you've released, pet. I will give you a pop quiz, if you don't."

Oh, how she couldn't stand his pop quizzes. She always failed. He works her up so high and when he drops her, it hits hard - hard enough that she can't control her body anymore.

Her body was his to control.

He has her in his hands, not that she wants to escape but with the pop quiz. . . she's in danger.

"Judging by your reaction, you have lost count." Her body tensed up as she felt him smirk on her inner thigh. "Pop quiz, darling." She whimpered out in frustration, the poor woman can't escape them no matter how hard she tried.

"Like the last time, if you answer three questions correctly you will get a reward. First question," he says as he teased the spot inside of her, licking his lips as she whimpered. "What does DNA stand for?"

"Deoxyribonucleic acid."

"Correct." He praised as he sucked on her flower and she squealed in pleasure. "Second question: what is the most abundant gas in the Earth's atmosphere?"

The woman cried out as Donnie hit that one spot inside her; his finger worked magic, brutally hitting it as she tried to think of the answer to his question. He's not going to make this easy for her and she knows it.

With enough strength she could muster, she whimpered out, "N-Nitrogen."

"Correct, you're doing wonderfully." He slowed down his thrusts and she sighed with relief and frustration. "Final question: Who loves you the most?"

The woman smiled as her heart warmed with love and adoration. "Donatello."

She could feel the smile radiating from him as he pulled away. "Correct. Now, for your reward."

The blindfold was soon taken off of her and she had to adjust her sight. When her vision was adjusted she watched as Donnie slowly took off his belt, then unbuttoned his pants. Her mouth watered as he was soon fully naked before her and another whimper escaped her lips as he teased her flower with the tip of his cock.

"You look so beautiful, darling. I love you so much and I'm sorry for forgetting something so important. Let me make it up to you."

With that, he stretched her out like no man ever could.

She won't be walking or wrapping the rest of the gifts tonight.

Here's your prize! ^^

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