Sorry to everyone who wanted the sequel to be cute, I’m writing this as what I originally wanted to do for part 1 lmao. I may write an atl version where it is cute but for now~
Warnings: cyber stalking, voyeurisum, Donnie is being a CREEP, “mutual” masturbation,
Out of all his brothers, Donnie is the one who truly knows the difference between right and wrong. What’s okay and what’s not okay, understanding what’s deemed acceptable by society and what isn’t. He knows he’s a good soul who does his given duty by protecting those who can’t stand up for themselves, helping people with issues big and small, inventing things to make living easier for him and his family.
He’s a good person. He has to be. And what he’s doing right now is just temporary-- a minor slip up, something that can be easily fixed within a few days, maybe even a week or two if he really pushes it.
He never meant for this to become a habit.
It started off innocent, Donnie just wanting to do a follow up with you to make sure that your laptop was working properly. He disguised it as a protocol, calling your number back about a week later to check on it (and you). You were more than happy, and a little surprised, when the friendly I.T tech contacted you and gladly reported back that everything was in tip top shape.
Your conversation unfortunately didn’t last as long as the first time, loads of calls coming in and Donnie’s boss messaging him to hop to it. So with a regretful sigh, he said goodbye to you, a fleeting thought of doing something silly crossing his mind before he hung up.
But the thought wasn’t very fleeting because it kept coming back like some sort of plague.
Or a virus.
A simple one, he thought, something easily fixed and won’t cause any major damage to your laptop. It would be a quick installation and very discreet-- which Donnie could do!
He just... had to do that. Do it.
He tells himself it's just to get to know you better from afar as he starts whipping up a spyware to put in your laptop, that he wants to see what kind of gamer you are (are you friendly? competitive? a silent seether?). Those thoughts take over the little voice in his head telling him that this is wrong wrong wrong...
But all voices cease to exist once his computer screen shows you relaxing in bed in comfortable sweats and a t-shirt.
He feels his entire body freeze up, panic and guilt running through his body because the 'what the fuck am I doing?' thought finally rings loud and clear in his head.
He can hear his brother's chatting somewhere far off in the Lair and it snaps him back to reality, his fingers moving at lightning speed to close the program and shut his screen down.
This would obviously have to wait until he was totally alone.
--
It killed him having to wait three days to properly watch you and not just do quick check-ins. Patrol, work, family time, being way too exhausted.
But now he had none of that to distract him, nothing to keep him away from you.
It was the dead of night, his brothers knew not to disturb him because he was working.
Not a lie, he was working! He just told his boss that he would be taking a half day to take care of some other things.
So when his work day finished it was 2:12 am and with the little glimpses he's caught of checking in on you he knew there was a chance you'd be awake.
There's a mixture of excitement and anxiety that bubbles in his chest when he opens his program and sees you on your laptop typing away.
For a while he just watches, pulling up another screen of what you were playing and having it just under the window of you. He laughs when you laugh, gets annoyed when you do and even starts muttering to himself things you should and shouldn't do.
He almost tricks himself into believing that what he's doing isn't wrong, that he's just watching a friend stream.
It hits 3 a.m when you finally stop playing. You stretch your arms above your head and crack your knuckles and back. It's late but you're not particularly tired, not yet.
Donnie zones in on the way you press your lips together, as if you were contemplating something.
With a final sigh he hears you start to unplug the charger from your laptop and pick it up to take to your bed.
Maybe they're gonna watch a movie or just get more comfortable.
So imagine his surprise when you type in a few keys, set the laptop off to the side and slip your fingers down into your pants.
The pulse of his heart in his ears nearly drowns out everything else, his body locking up and the sick nauseating feeling bubbling in his stomach almost has him regretting everything leading up to this moment.
Almost.
He at least has the sense to look around and check behind him to make sure he's still alone before making the hard decision of continuing to watch you. To which he does for about 10 minutes before the incessant throbbing of his cock is too much to ignore.
The video you had settled on wasn't the most thrilling but the fact that you picked it and you were touching yourself to it made it seem like the number one porno of all time.
He studied the way your lips were partly open, how your eyes fluttered with each delicate touch and how you would twitch slightly at a specific stroke every now and then.
He didn't even realize he was stimulating his own slit until his cock slipped out into his waiting hand, his thick fingers automatically wrapping around and giving slow tight motions.
The throb of his cock temporarily snaps him out of it but it doesn't necessarily stop him from masturbating alongside you.
You're sick-- a sick sick mutant, Donnie. You don't even know this person and you're spying on them and playing with yourself like a twisted creep.
Donnie feels his mind at war with itself, the angel and devil sitting on his shoulders, berating and encouraging him to stop (keep going!) and to go harder (you're awful).
The shame burns his face and the good side almost wins until he hears that sweet breathy whimper come from you and your hips rise off the mattress.
He can deal with his conscience later, right now he's trying to match his pace to yours so you can finish at the same time.
He wishes you'd move your laptop down another inch because he's dying to see how your fingers look all slicked up and puffy from your arousal but he is more than happy to wait for the next session.
He moans (quietly) when you moan, strokes faster when you do, and when you use your other hand to tug at your nipples (when did you even lift your shirt up?) he can feel his end nearing faster and faster.
He imagines it's your hand on his dick, whispering filthy praise in his ear and even calling him out for being a disgusting pervert for watching you.
Would you tell edge him? Call him a dirty good boy? Ask him to record next time?
The image has him choking back a gasp and he slaps his free hand over his mouth to stop himself from doing so.
He sees your hand moving faster so he does it too, locked in on your eyes and how they start to glaze over, how your breaths get heavier and faster and how your hips start canting up into your hand--
The first spurt of his cum hits his keyboard but he's too far gone to even care and keeps jacking off, feeling himself get impossibly hotter when he hears your beautiful little cries as you climax too.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck--" One of you says.
By the time he's done his hand, keyboard and legs are covered in thick sticky white. He knows the post nut clarity will hit him harder than Shredder but as he's been telling himself: he'll deal with it later.
He looks at you and feels fear grip his neck when he sees you looking directly into the camera.
There's no way they could fucking know...
But he gets his answer when you let you a tired sigh and move to cover it with the camera slide.
‘Pity', he thinks.
Next time he'll have to figure out a way to bypass that.
And soon because he sees your mouse moving to a select a different video and feels his cock stir up again.
Donnie and Mikey totally got shafted in the final cut of the movie. And the alternate ending, despite the animation clearly not being finished, is leagues better than the one we got too.
Deleted scenes:
Alternate ending:
Alternate Casey, April, and Raph scene:
Alternate Casey and Raph rooftop conversation scene:
anyways I love to defend the 2007 turtles. Love to think of it from each of their angles where they're the victim and everyone else is using them up but they let it happen because they're heroic victims, loyal and generous. I love to justify and wave away Leo's pride and anger issues, Raph's black and white belief in punitive justice, Donnie being checked out and careless, Mikey's apparent craving for violence literally just for the fun of it. Because they are just figuring life out and have put up with so much and there's so much real sacrifice and love and goodness going on
But just so we're clear: there is also a lot of narrow-mindedness and self-righteousness and misplaced anger going on, and I also love them for those reasons. Sometimes they kinda suck and I think that's beautiful
