#donatello x reader

[waxxywade]

Monster!Donatello (2nd Stage Secondary Mutation) – 18+ Headcanons

This version of Don is massive. Like, “you’re not sure if he’s going to accidentally crush you or pin you down on purpose” massive. The sheer bulk of his mutated shell and shoulders means he has to be careful just to get close, but once he decides he wants you? There’s no escaping that wall of green muscle and raw turtle power. He’ll loom over you, those glowing red eyes behind the cracked purple mask staring like he’s calculating exactly how to take you apart.

The intelligence is still there, but it’s buried under heavy primal instinct. He’ll growl out half-technical dirty talk between rumbling snarls — things like “Need to… map every inch of you… test how much you can take—” right before he pins your wrists with one huge hand and uses the other to spread your thighs like it’s nothing.

Size kink is off the charts. His cock is thicker and longer in this form, ridged in ways that make your eyes roll back. He knows it. He studies your reactions every time he sinks in, slow and deliberate at first, muttering observations about how your body stretches around him like he’s taking notes for later “experimentation.”

Breeding kink hits different when he’s this mutated. The instinct to fill you up, to keep you plugged full of him, is almost overwhelming. He’ll rut deep and stay buried after he cums, grinding lazily while his massive body cages you in, low churring sounds vibrating through his plastron against your chest.

Strength play is inevitable. He can lift you effortlessly — against a wall, in his lap, suspended while he fucks up into you. One thick arm wrapped around your waist like you weigh nothing. He’s careful not to actually hurt you (that genius brain is still running risk assessments), but he loves making you feel small and helpless in the best way.

The shell? Perfect handholds. Dig your nails into the edges while he’s pounding into you from behind and he’ll snarl in approval, the sound so deep it rattles your bones. He also runs hotter than usual in this form — his skin almost feverish, so being pressed chest-to-plastron feels like being wrapped in a living furnace.

Possessive as hell. Once he’s claimed you in this state, he gets growly and territorial. If anyone else even looks at you too long, those glowing eyes narrow and he’ll pull you against his bulk, one huge hand possessively cupping your ass like a warning. Later he’ll “remind” you exactly who you belong to — slow, deep, and relentless until you’re sobbing his name.

Aftercare is surprisingly soft for such a monster. Once the feral haze fades a bit, he’ll curl around you (careful with the spikes and shell), nuzzling into your neck with surprisingly gentle licks and rumbles while his big hands stroke over any marks he left. He might even mumble apologies mixed with scientific curiosity about how your body handled him.

Bonus: If you tease him while he’s in this form — calling him “big guy,” “monster,” or daring him to let go — he’ll snap. Expect to be manhandled (turtle-handled?) into the nearest surface and fucked until you can’t walk straight. He’ll be smug about it later, even if he’s still half-feral.

[echoversit]

Chapter 5 is up!! I had such a fun time writing so much texting and figuring out how everyone would type haha

https://archiveofourown.org/works/87522061/chapters/234167621#workskin

[bbootyyyshaker9000]

College tutor Donnie x college student reader

This can go for either rise Donnie or bayverse Donnie but yall choose

Choose

Bay! Donnie

Rise Donnie

Voting ended onJul 15

[katanablue]

Going back to this poll

Which Donnie Do You Wanna See Lose His Marbles?

03 Donnie

07 Donnie

Bayverse Donnie

Voting ended onJul 11

[katanablue]

I am in need of body worship and cockwarming with Donatello (bayverse) and a flustered + shy afab partner.. feed me!!!

(P.s, take ur time, don’t rush it I love ur work 🤍)

((Double p.s, make sure to stay hydrated!))

hehehahahoohoohoo im only like.... almost 2 yrs late for this lmao BUT IM DOINNG ITTTTTTTT RAAHHHH Warnings: DONNIE LOVES YOU GOOD GOLLY MISS MOLLY!!!!!, also youre blindfolded for a bit.

"Oh my sweet dove, you are looking absolutely divine right now..." You could only whimper softly, your hands blindly roaming across his shell and coming to his plastron, feeling every groove and crevice of your beloved mutant turtle. The same turtle who had decided to blindfold you with a silk scarf, telling you that it would heighten your senses and make everything better. "I want to see you," You whisper, carefully maneuvering your hand to feel for his cheek, surprised when he was closer than you expected. Your breath fans across his face and he smiles down at you, brushing over your flushed skin lovingly with his snout and kissing the tip of your nose. "Not yet, my love. Just a little longer okay?"

Your cunt flutters around his cock for the nth time, sheathed inside you but unmoving for the past 20 minutes. You're sure that your slick has gone past his length and dribbled past onto the sheets. Every now and then he'll shift slightly, making his cock pulse within you and thus causing you to whine or moan for him to move. But he doesn't relent, never does. Your Donnie was always resilient, even in the bedroom. "Okay..." You mumble after a moment of silence. He smiles again and gives you a proper kiss this time, fingers caressing down the side of your face all the down until he tenderly cups your breast. His finger circles your nipple several times and gives it a small pinch, grin growing wider when you arch into him. "Darling, you're so beautiful right now. I wish you could see yourself." Your cheeks burn impossibly hotter, body squirming beneath him with every lovely praise he gives you. "Shall I take a picture, love? Preserve this memory forever in one singular photo...? The Polaroid is right there, you know." The question makes you gasp because surely there's no way he'd take a shot of you in such a vulnerable state. Have physical evidence of you naked, wet, and yearning for him? But then again the thought of him keeping said photo in some place secretive, only for his eyes to see, for those nights that you're not with him and he only has his hand for company... He gasps softly when he feels you clench around him again, tighter than before. "I think my sweet little dove likes the idea." He teases with a chuckle, still tugging at your nipple with his fingers while his other hand travels down your body. His touch makes your stomach flex and when his calloused digits finally make contact with your clit, all you can do is let out a pathetic mewl. He circles your swollen numb with precise movements, slow and deep rubs that sync up with the shallow thrusts he starts doing. Your hands scramble for him again, blunt nails digging into his skin as your hips roll into his hand. "Beautiful, my love. Just like that..." He releases your nipple and starts caressing your body; grazing your collarbones, your sides, across your lips. He stops thrusting but continues touching you, murmuring words of approval that only send your body into overdrive. The urge to see him starts to overwhelm you, so you ask him once more. "Donnie... please," And your sweetheart finally complies, pecking your lips and lifting the blindfold away from your eyes. Your vision is blurry so you blink a few times to adjust and when it clears on your beloved, you give him a bashful smile. "Hi," "Hello, my sweet dove." You meet him halfway for a kiss, melting into it and looping your arms loosely around his neck while his hands continue to explore your body. He throbs inside you again but this time you ignore it, focusing all your attention on the way he worships and loves you. "Sweetheart?" He whispers against your lips. "Hm...?" "So... is that a no, on the photo?"

[katanablue]

Part 2 to this

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.

[justashthewriter]

Cosmic Brownies and Flavorless Juice

New fanfic on my Ao3!

The sky was dark, warm air reminding everyone about the season they were entering. Even at this late hour, cars were passing by as you walked down the street. Normally, you would still be at the library, but they had to close earlier today. Your mood was already sour from your fight with one of your teachers. He complained about your work being <em>too weak</em> and made you redo the whole thing. You wanted to finish it at your favorite spot, between shelves filled with books, but someone up there was against you.

As you stood in front of the door of your shared apartment, you reached into your bag and found your keys. You entered, already taking off your coat and shoes, before you waltzed towards the living room with your phone in hands. The lights were on, which meant April must’ve already returned from work.

“Ugh! I hope you had a good day, because I have to complain about this stupid professor!” you groaned as you entered, eyes focused on the screen.

That’s when you noticed a message from April saying she’ll be late. The air around you became cold, your heart dropping to the floor. Slowly, you looked up towards the kitchen. A tall turtle mutant was standing there, looking at you like a deer in headlights. A plate of cookies in one hand, the sweet treat in the other. Anger replaced fear and you glared at him.

[justashthewriter]

A little treat for y'all, last chapter of When Life Gives You Violets. Enjoy~

Donatello soon appeared above you, jumping down in front of you. He kissed your cheek before helping you get everything on the rooftop. Once you had the blanket spread and all the dishes placed on it, you both sat down close to each other. You felt a bit nervous at the closeness, even though you told yourself it’s not too different from the conversation on your couch.

“I’m surprised we can see the stars,” you said, turning your head towards the turtle.

Donatello hummed in agreement and grabbed one of the boxes, turning his head to look at you: “I’m still upset you convinced me to let you order the food.”

You laughed and grabbed one of the appetizers, a small bread covered in toppings. You split it in half and held your hand out for him to take it. You both enjoyed the food, commenting on the taste and pointing out what you did or didn’t like about it.

“This one is too sour,” you wrinkled your nose after you swallowed a bite.

“Agreed,” Donatello nodded, putting the rest of the bread on the plate, “this one looks sweet, want to try it next?"

As you continued eating, you told him about your promotion. He congratulated you, kissing your forehead. You leaned against him and wrapped your arms around his torso. The turtle mirrored the action, letting you lay your head on his chest. For a while, you stayed like that, enjoying the other’s presence.

Donatello pulled away before reaching for one of the desserts. He held it between your bodies while getting a fork with his other hand. You watched him take a piece of the chocolate cake and opened your mouth when he tapped the metal item on your bottom lip. As you took the bite, savoring the taste, you looked into his eyes. His cheeks darkened, but he didn’t look away.

Blindly, you found his hand and took the fork, repeating what he did just a moment ago. You watched him lick the utensil, wrapping his tongue around it. Suddenly, he leaned closer, kissing the corner of your mouth. You turned your head, catching his lips. With your free hand, you grabbed the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his mask. You heard the plate clink as he put it down, before he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you onto his thighs.

Gasping for air, you let go of him. He was just as out of breath as you, his eyes closed and mouth parted. You stroked his cheek, waiting for him to look at you. Once he did, you noticed how dilated his pupils were. The turtle watched you like he was ready to eat you alive. You wouldn’t complain if he did.

“I love you,” his voice was quiet.

You smiled, feeling your heart skip a beat: “I love you, too.”

He kissed you again, this time a lot more passionately. His hands explored your body, hunger leaking into every movement. You weren’t any different, grabbing at every piece of skin and shell you could reach. Donatello bit your lip and you moaned into the kiss, letting his tongue wrap around yours. You tasted the chocolate cake you ate before and leaned even closer.

He laid you on your back on the blanket and grabbed your thighs, letting you wrap your legs around his sides. You pulled him closer by his neck and he groaned, placing his hands next to your chest. You grinded into him, making him pull away and stare at your face. He caressed your cheek, watching your fucked out face.

You didn’t even do anything yet, just made out for a while, and you were already looking like this. He complimented you, whispering praises into your ear, as he pulled the piece of fabric covering your torso away, stroking your sides. You whined, letting him do whatever he wanted. He leaned towards you, kissing and biting your neck.

You untangled his mask, letting it fall next to your body. Donatello looked at you, smirking, while you stared at his face. You haven’t seen him without his mask yet. He let you admire him while his hands softly caressed your sides. You were about to say something when you heard a sound from behind you.

“Finally,” you heard a deep voice.

Both of you turned towards it, noticing three familiar shadows. The three brothers came closer. Raphael was smirking, Michelangelo looked ready to celebrate and Leonardo wouldn’t even look at you. Exhaling, you turned towards Donatello, waiting for his reaction. The turtle clicked his tongue, staring at his brothers.

“Why are you here?”

“Wanted t’make sure none of ya chickened out,” said the red masked turtle.

“And we wanted to congratulate you,” Michelangelo chimed in, not caring about the position you were in.

Leonardo cleared his throat: “It was their idea, I only came with them so they wouldn’t do anything stupid.”

You shook your head, feeling Donatello’s hands squeeze your sides. He smiled at you before turning towards his brothers.

“You have exactly sixty seconds to leave.”

*

“I can’t believe they saw us do that,” you whined as you put the empty plates away.

After the three cockblockers left, you finished eating the food in silence. You felt embarrassed, but Donatello told you not to worry about them with a wicked smile on his lips. Once you were done cleaning, he helped you get down on your balcony. You stood in front of him, waiting for him to speak.

“I enjoyed today a lot,” he grabbed your hand.

You nodded, already missing him: “You really can’t stay?”

“I have to deal with those idiots,” he shook his head, “but I may return.”

You raised your eyebrow, laughing at him. He kissed your cheek before turning to leave. You pulled him by the strap holding his weapon, meeting his lips. Maybe he didn’t have to leave so soon, he thought, letting you pull him into your apartment.