#donatello x reader

[morela3]

Hii! Can I request a Donnie2012 x fem reader where reader is obsessed over Donnie, but he's still into April and doesn't notice anything wrong with his "friend" until he gets kidnapped? Maybe he comes over to help with something in the house and we knock him out or drug him... smut preferably..

Omg Yes, Yes, you mach my freak

Anywhizzle,

2012Donnie x fem reader, dark NSFW, uhh dub-con? Reader is a little crazy. It's okay, we will get her therapy later.

You didn't understand... first time you had thoughts like that it scared you. Second time you were ashamed. Now, they seemed like it's just a new reality. Glaring at April obvious to Donnie affection as he rambled her ears off. Who does she think she is? She should be gratefull, not annoyed with him....

And to be honest you hated yourself for those thoughts becouse... it's April! Your friend! She was your friend before everything, before you guys met four, mutant brothers

So the decision is clear. It's Donnie's fault. He needs to learn and understand who he should really like...

Next day everything is ready, you call him over, the excuse of helping you study some advanced chemistry. Od course he agreed, he always did.

But when he tried to explain benzene nitration reaction he started to feel a little...dizzy. So naturally he decided to drink more of the tea I gave him...and suddenly he fell of the chair.

"bhuh...wha...(Y/N) s-something is...wrong..." He slured out, feeling the uncomfortable warmth spreading down, down and pooling deep in his belly like molten lava. Shit, whatever it was it made his cloaca twich, lenght almost ready to drop. His hands scrambled against his croch, trying to cover himslef while looking up and-

You were smiling.

That soft, caring smile as you walked to him and pinned his wrists against his head. Normally it would be hard to do, with his strenght, but right now? He was helpless. And you were still smiling as you nuzzled against his snout, straddling his hips and he gave a quiet whine as his soaked dick dropped from the depths of his cloaca. And you were still smiling as you ground your soaked folds against the unusual shape, making his mind explode in oxytocin, dopamine and endorphins. Shit...he wanted in, he wanted in-

"tell me...who do you love now? Who do you need now...?" You whispered quietly hovering over his tip with a promise of wet, hot and tight salvation he needed so much right now.

"y...ghhhh, Y-you, you, only you, please, please, I can't, I can't-" Donnie whined out, crying before his mind suddenly turned white, eyes rolling back and pleasure whacking his whole body as you slammed him in, before leaking his neck and smirking.

"good answer..."

[justashthewriter]

Sorted alphabetically by characters. Stories are posted on AO3 for registered users only before editing - after editing posted publicly (unedited versions can be still found on my profile as RUO).

Donatello

Broken Coffee Cup (Unrequited Any!Donatello/Reader, Donatello-centric character study) ✔

Cosmic Brownies and Flavorless Juice (Rise!Donatello/Reader, best friend Leonardo)

They say... (serie, Any!Donatello/Reader - with 2003 in mind, best friend Raphael):

When life gives you Violets (or whatever the saying is) (main story) ✔

Give a turtle a pizza (and he'll ask for a cup of coffee) (additional content for the main story)

Videogame Lover (Rise!Donatello/Reader, not actively writing - first version here)

Writer's Bingo (Any!Donatello/Reader, one shots based on prompts - unfinished)

Raphael

Back to the past (10 years ago) (2012!Raphael/Reader, the first chapter of my first fanfic from 2016 translated - part of the 10 years anniversary celebration) ✔

[symbiosae]

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me again. it’s four am. donnie is on my mind, as per usual. anyways.

I’m going to write a part two to one of these stories… but I am struggling quite a decent amount to decide which!! Links of each below + what would be in said story.

part two? 👀

SOBER UP! (inebriated bay! donnie x best friend! reader) 💜

Violation of Protocol (professor! bay! donnie x reader) 🧪

Write for someone else (tell me who?)

Voting ended onAug 9

see SOBER UP! here

see Violation of Protocol here

<3

Sober Up! Pt. 2

I see a part two to sober up consisting of Donnie pulling some shit that’s way out of his capabilities… sneaking out. He probably could, let’s be honest, he’s a ninja, quite obviously— I’m thinking something along the lines of getting past Leo. Admitting what he did, where he really was. Or having to somehow confess to another brother, making that a plot point of some sorts. Maybe a heartfelt confession and conversation with Splinter about his feelings and issues with drinking (on occasion.) More extensive suggestive content because many requested that in the comments of the original post. Suggestions highly encouraged, if you have any, for this piece.*

Violation of Protocol Pt. 2

This would consist of their date at the museum AND a romantic lil dinner date added on. Ooooh, formal Donnie. In loooove Donnie. Donnie gets to explain more of his background and the two get to bond more. Likely more NSFW or suggestive content. Of course, suggestions of what else to add are appreciated and encouraged :))

(when i say suggestions are encouraged, boy are they encouraged. If you want to see something specific happen in a fic, please, by god, tell me!! i need inspo!! don’t hold back. my ideas are basic right now! your girl is at a loss for ideas other than the simple things!!)

no tags. have a lovely night. or, morning. xoxo

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[echoversit]

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CHAPTER 8 BABYYYYYY

[symbiosae]

hi! i promise i am so normal about your writing but also very curious about that donnie draft you mentioned in your last post :p do you ever plan on sharing it? no worries if not! have a great rest of your day!!

when the world is half asleep: bay! donnie oneshot 💤

💌 hiya hiya, guess who's back :) this isn't too long, but i've had it in my drafts and FINALLY got to finishing it! i hope you like it. <3

tags: fluff, extension fic from this set of headcanons! pre-established relationship

synopsis: donnie is sleepy. and needy.

WARNING: suggestive. breaching nsfw territory. beware of freaky donnie woah who woulda guessed?? also: see this, my general set of reminders & disclaimers

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3:00 A.M.

Putting Donnie to bed was apparently your first mistake of the night. You acted against your own judgment, really— maybe it was for the better that he rarely ever touched his bed. Maybe it was for the better that he spends all night… doing… whatever it is he does to keep himself occupied. 

Let’s count: you've seen your purple boyfriend crash in his bed approximately three times since you’ve known him. Every other time, he’s managed to doze off at his desk; pulling all nighters or simply thriving off of his power naps. He was a mutant, you didn’t question it. It did concern you, though. Quite a bit. (Occasionally, he’d come and join you when you lazed– his bed was your bed. He never denied you of the luxury that was ‘cuddle-time’, and he’d most certainly never deny time spent with you.) 

Donnie was a deep sleeper. He could, in all seriousness, sleep through a goddamn tornado if it came down to it. There wasn’t much that could wake him once he finally accepted the final fate of sleep. Your only job was to get him to bed and keep him there KEEP HIM ASLEEP!

After being with the love of your life for a significant while now, you soon learned two things about his sleeping habits: one considerably more troublesome than the other.

Number One: Donnie rarely ever slept. Keeping him in bed was hard enough of a task already. Get him to sleep and he may be less of a pain to wake.

That one was quite obvious. Any one individual can look at the bags under his eyes, masked by purple cloth, and make that assumption.

However, the second reason still awaits.

Number Two: Donnie is a sneaky little shit when he wakes. He seems very… emotionally induced. Relaxed. Is that the right word? Hm.

Hormonally inclined.

He was always touchier when he was in his sleepy and cozy state. Perhaps it was because there was nothing on his mind. Nothing to protrude on the genius’s 24/7 clockwork mind that seeped intelligence. He could focus extensively on things that matter; the things right in front of him. He didn’t have to worry about logistics or statistics or chemistry. God, no. Why would he do that when he had something better?

His ‘something better’ was right in front of him– standing in front of the fridge and browsing for a midnight snack. Tsk. Should’ve known he’d come looking for you, leaving him cold and missing your body heat like this.

A warm weight pressed against your back before you could debate between the brothers' leftover pizza or a tiny thing of Greek yogurt. Donnie's forehead nestled into the space between your shoulder blades, his breath slow and humid through your sleep-softened shirt. 

"Dove," he mumbled, the word half-swallowed by exhaustion and the fabric of your clothes. His fingers curled loosely around your hips, thumbs brushing idle circles just above the waistband of your pajama bottoms. 

"Oh-- hi, sweetheart. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," you whispered, tilting your head just enough to catch the faint scent of him— so familiar. His only response was a noncommittal hum, the vibration of it traveling up your spine. Mmmhm, he'd nodded.

"Whatcha... lookin' for...? We got..." His eyes drifted shut again. Donnie yawns. "...oranges. Apples. Strawberries. I think." He mumbled out, not bothering to enunciate his vowels that much. Any words, for that matter. His lips started to peck along your neck in lazy and disjointed and clumsy kisses. After a minute, pecking turned to sucking. You’re a little ticklish, so you pull away. He frowns. 

“Hey, sleepyhead. Cut it out. I’m just grabbing some food… go back to sleep. I'll be back in a couple of minutes.” So gently, you turn the side of your head up slightly, tilting it at an angle to meet his lips. He was already hunched over and buried face-first in your neck, so, fortunately– you didn’t have to work for it with your tiptoes this time. 

Donnie’s attempt to keep you kissing him was a little lazy; he grunted when you pulled away. Frowning again. 

Ugh. He’s got to work for it? In this state? How evil of you. 

One hand of Donnie’s released from your hip, deciding for you, grabbing a small container of greek yogurt from the refrigerator. He set it aside. That now empty hand, and its fingers, were now found intertwining with yours where they rested on the fridge door, pulling your hand away from the handle and pinning it softly against your own hip. No more buzzing fridge light; you could really only see him now from the glow that the oven clock had released. 3:10, it said.

Hell, you didn’t even get a chance to take it from him, much less grab a spoon! Donnie’s hands slid from your waist to the underside of your thighs. With a sudden, VERY swift movement, he hoisted you upward. Your back hitting the cool granite of the kitchen counter with a soft plop, you gasp. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist to keep your balance. 

Now, you were eye-level with him, and while his eyelids were heavy and drooping, his pupils were blown wide. Darkening, hungry. His tongue sneaked out to wet his lips for a second. Nothing too harsh.

“Donatello.” You spit– well, as loud as you could. It’s three am, whispering was quite mandatory at this hour.

Donnie couldn’t give one less fuck that you just called him by his full name. He had one plan, and one plan only; get you back to bed so he could have his way with you. If he had to do shit here on 5% energy for the next few minutes, so be it. He didn't bother to let you enjoy your snack. Why would he? You could be enjoying something much better right now. He reached for the container of Greek yogurt he’d set aside, popping the foil lid with a sharp snap. He didn't hand it to you; instead, he dipped a finger into the thick, creamy center of the yogurt and brought it to your lips. 

"Eat," he whispered, a tiny, sleepy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Sneaky little shit knew what he was doing. 

You blinked, thinking about the situation. Fine. Give him what he wants. Gently wrapping your tongue around his yogurt coated finger, you tasted the tartness of the treat, and before you could officially wipe his entire digit clean, he drew it out; finishing the rest off for you. 

“Couldn’t even bother to grab me a spoon?” You teased him. 

“Am I not getting my point across, Dove? At all?” Donnie huffed. 

“Hmm… I don’t know. I think the genius has finally hit a wall… maybe you should just admit defeat? Go back to sleep, huh? How’s that sound?” 

“Godawful, please don’t suggest that again. Love you though.” Donnie hoisted you up once again, grabbing the container to see if you wanted any more of it before he hauled you off to his room; thankful as he received a giggle and a nod for him to toss it in the trash. 

As Donnie fell down onto the bed, he brought you with him; but he was oh-so careful in making sure he did not suffocate you. He knew of his size, and as much as he’d like to smother you whole... that was a fantasy that needed to linger in the back of his mind for the time being. Donnie let out a long sigh of contentment.

His hands were wandering now. A little mindless. His mind on one thing, hands on another. One palm slid upward, grazing the curve of your ribs, while the other tangled itself in your hair, tugging, grasping, petting, just enough to tilt your head back. Kisses were absolutely lathered down your stomach; your turtle grabbed your wrists in one hand and held them above your head for a few moments. Seems he just wanted the leverage, the feeling of dominance against you, just for a moment. He let them go; too tired to use that energy for now. Later, he thought.

Jesus, he’s a wreck of a thing. Whining like making noise is his last resort.

“I wish we’d done this earlier. You need your sleep, Don, damnit—” Your turn to whine. You could feel his breath around your thighs.

"Mm… don't..." He yawned, swallowing the rest of the word. "Don't tell me what I need.. I know what I need." Another sleepy pause. "I'll tell you now, 's not sleep." His hands came to open you up a little further.

“Wait. Do you wan' me to stop? I can stop. I think I'm just kinda being an ass.” His sleepy voice was peeking through.

"Oh, really? I didn't notice." Tease. “Yes, love. Go ahead. As if I’d ever want you to stop,” you breathe, smiling as he, too, breathes a sigh of relief; closing his eyes as he goes back down. 

"Thankyou,thankyou,thankyou,thankyou,thankyou. God... fuck."

You close your eyes too, smiling. Maybe you’d fall asleep like this. Not like you had a problem with that. Maybe it’d finally wear him out… knock him out til noon tomorrow. 

God knows you both need it.

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[dancingdonatello]

rise donnie x fem reader

“I just want a Robby.”

Donnie, who had been hellbent on turning your old iPod into a bomb for the last hour, glanced up at you. “What?”

“You know… Robby.” You stared at him, thumbing the Deer Sonny Angel in your hand. “The thing I’ve been talking about for the last 20 minutes.”

He stared at you blankly. “Ah, yes. A Robby.” He turned back to your iPod.

You huffed at him. What kind of boyfriend was he? He didn’t listen to your interests (even if those interests were overpriced plastic) and he only came over to ransack your apartment for old devices you never threw away.

You glowered at your desk for the next ten minutes, adding new shiny gems to your deer.

“For my birthday on Wednesday, I’m probably heading out with some friends for the day.” You glared daggers in his direction, testing him. “So, we can plan something for Thursday instead.”

“Sounds reasonable to me.” He threw your iPod down on your fluffy carpet and curled up in your equally as fluffy blankets. If you were in a better mood, you’d take a few pictures of a muscled mutant turtle ninja curled up in your girly bed. But now, you fumed silently as you plastered new shiny gems to the Sonny Angel.

Donatello’s days were numbered.

You ignored his texts for the next few days, purposefully angering him when you showed up to Raph’s invite for some cooking with Mikey.

Donatello had walked in, stared at you, then walked back out.

Yeah, you’re petty. Whatever. Maybe he should learn to listen to your woes about blind box gambling.

You spent your birthday with your friends, the human ones, and stuffed your face with food and took some cute pictures. But, your feelings were still hurt. You walked back home to your apartment, wondering if Donatello was still willing to celebrate with you the next day with how you had been treating him.

Your phone buzzed as you unlocked the door. Leo had sent you a photo of a bunch of wrappers all over Donnie’s lab bench. You squinted at it and closed the door behind you before screaming when someone cleared their throat.

You threw your phone at the figure in your living room, only realizing once you had let go of your phone that it was Donnie.

Luckily, he caught it. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Oh my god.” You slid down your door, breathing heavily. “Dude.”

“Bro,” he mocked you. He walked over and easily lifted you to your feet, smothering you in a tight hug. “Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you.” You immediately melted into his arms, content. “I missed you.”

“You wouldn’t have if you hadn’t ignored me for the past few days.” He grumbled, shivering as you nuzzled closer into his neck.

“I was not,” you lied. He pulled away and rolled his eyes.

“No matter. I finally figured out what had you upset in the first place.” He smirked, grabbing your wrist and tugging you to your bedroom.

Oh? What plans did he have for you in there? You mentally kicked your feet, giggling hysterically as he shouldered open your door.

But instead of seeing your cozy bed, you instead saw naked angels all over your bed.

“Um.” You blinked. “Uh.”

“I did it.” He placed his hands on his hips and stared down at the mess of all plastic on your bed. “After $500 dollars, I found him.”

“What?” You picked up a lion Sonny Angel you had wanted, cooing at its little face and ears.

“Robby.”

You looked over and there it was. A Robby. And also a concerning amount of smoke coming out of his battleshell.

“Donnie…” You burst into tears. “You’re…”

“Amazing? Wonderful? The best boyfriend ever that you regret ignoring for the past few days? A boyfriend who you will let collect all your old ipads… iphones… apple watches…”

“You’re smoking!” You shrieked. The mutant turtle froze.

10 minutes later, with the whole building outside due to the fire alarm, you found out that he had snagged one of your apple watches when you had left for your birthday dinner with your friends. Without telling you.

“You’re the worst boyfriend ever.” You cradled the Robby in your hands delicately. “But I suppose I can forgive you. Thank you, Donnie. You sure have made this birthday memorable. I guess.”

He coughed out a plume of smoke. “You’re welcome.”

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　˚　˚̣̣ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ❀ ᰷ ⎯⎯͟͟ after slipping away from her royal guards, you, a lonely princess discovers a mysterious turtle-like creature living by a hidden lake. while donatello expects fear, you only see beauty | TMNT MEDIEVAL AU

tags:: #bay!donnie #donatelloxreader #princessreader

in this medieval au, you are the king’s daughter, a princess raised inside high stone walls where every movement is watched, measured, and protected. your days are filled with lessons in courtly behavior, embroidery, diplomacy, and the endless expectations placed upon a noblewoman. you are adored by the people, but also trapped by your title.

the castle overlooks a great forest, and beyond that forest lies a lake so still that the villagers speak of it as if it were enchanted. children are warned not to wander there, hunters avoid it at dusk and old women whisper that strange things live among the reeds.

you have heard the stories all your life and because of that, you are determined to see the lake for yourself.

one spring morning, after much pleading, you convince your father to allow you a short ride beyond the castle grounds. the king agrees only under strict conditions: a full escort of knights, attendants, and servants must accompany you. you smile sweetly, nod obediently, and then dismiss them all once you reach the forest path.

—your highness, we cannot leave you unguarded —one knight protests.

—i will only be by the water for a short while —you say—. if i cannot walk alone for a single hour, then what freedom does a princess truly possess?

reluctantly, they withdraw to a distance, and you continue toward the lake alone. the forest is quiet except for birdsong and the rustle of leaves beneath your slippers. when you arrive at the water’s edge, the sight takes your breath away. the lake glitters beneath the sunlight, surrounded by wildflowers and ancient trees. its beautiful in a way that the carefully manicured castle gardens never are.

you kneel beside the water, trailing your fingers across its surface. that is when you notice movement among the reeds. at first, you think it is a large animal. then the figure rises, and you realize it is something entirely different.

he is tall and broad-shouldered, his shell dark and curved like polished stone. his skin is green, unlike any creature you have ever seen, and his face is both unfamiliar and strangely expressive.

donatello freezes when he sees you and his first reaction is not aggression, but alarm.

—oh no —he mutters, backing away—. this is bad. this is very, very bad —you remain still, though your heart is racing. he glances around as if searching for an escape route, then pulls his hood farther over his head—. you’re not supposed to be here —he says quickly—, i mean, nobody is supposed to be here. not people and definitely not princesses.

—you know who i am? —you blink.

—everyone knows who you are —he replies before he can stop himself —then he seems to realize what he has admitted and groans softly—. great. now i sound like a stalker. i’m not a stalker. i just… observe things. from a distance.

despite your surprise, you cannot help smiling at the nervous rush of his words.

—you speak very well for a creature from the forest —you say.

—creature —he repeats quietly, his expression hardening.

he lowers his gaze, and you notice the way his shoulders draw inward, as though he is trying to make himself smaller despite his size.

—i should go —he says—, before you scream. or faint. or call the guards.

—why would i do that? —you reply and he looks up, startled.

—because i look like this —he says, gesturing vaguely to himself—: green skin, shell, six-foot-something-tall mutant turtle situation.

you take a cautious step closer.

—i have never seen anyone like you —you admit—, but that does not mean i find you frightening.

he studies your face carefully, as if searching for mockery or pity. finding neither, he seems even more unsettled.

— you really aren’t scared?

—no.

—not even a little?

—only because i startled you —you say gently.

for a long moment, he says nothing. then, with obvious reluctance, he lowers his hood; the sunlight catches the edges of his shell. his eyes are intelligent and curious, though shadowed by years of caution. you have spent your entire life surrounded by polished armor, jeweled crowns, and carefully chosen beauty, and none of it has prepared you for the strange ache in your chest when you look at him.

—you are the prettiest thing nature created —you say softly and he stares at you.

—i’m sorry —he says after a while—, i think i misheard you.

—you did not.

— princess, i appreciate the kindness, but that is objectively incorrect —he laughs once, short and disbelieving.

—why?

—why? —he echoes—. because i am not exactly what poets describe when they write about beauty.”

—perhaps poets have been looking in the wrong places.

that silences him; he looks at you as though he has spent his entire life expecting disgust and doesnt know what to do with admiration.

—you mean that —he says quietly.

—yes.

for the first time, his posture changes. he is still cautious, but some of the tension leaves his shoulders.

—you are unusual —he tells you.

—so are you —you smile at him.

—fair point.

you sit together by the lake, and slowly he begins to speak. donatello explains that he lives hidden within the forest with his brothers. he speaks of inventions and mechanisms, of water wheels and lenses, of the way moonlight reflects differently on still water compared to moving streams.

his words come faster when he talks about science, his hands moving animatedly as he explains ideas far beyond what most scholars at court would understand, and you listen with fascination.

—you built all of these? —you ask, examining one of the small devices attached to his harness.

—most of them —he says, trying to sound casual but failing to hide his pride—, they help me measure temperature, humidity, and water purity. i’m also working on a better filtration system, but the materials are limited out here.

—you speak like a royal engineer —you laugh softly.

—i’ve read a lot. libraries are easier to visit when everyone assumes the hooded figure in the corner is just a very dedicated monk —he rubs the back of his neck.

you laugh again, and the sound seems to surprise him, but he begins to relax. the two of you talk until the sun starts to sink lower in the sky. when distant voices call your name, donatello stiffens.

—your escort —he says—, you should go before they find me.

—will i see you again?

—i don’t know if that is wise —he hesitates.

—perhaps not —you say—. but i would like to.

he looks toward the water, then back at you.

—if you return —he says carefully—. come alone.

you rise and take a few steps toward the forest path. then you pause and look back at him.

—thank you for trusting me —you say.

—thank you —he replies, his expression softening—, for looking at me and seeing something other than a monster.

you leave the lake with your heart changed and from that day forward, the enchanted lake is no longer a place of fear in your mind, but it’s the place where a princess met the most beautiful creature nature ever had created.

A/N: im not too proud of his this came out, but i had it in my drafts for a long time, and i couldn’t just delete it, so im posting it despite having mixed feelings with this one shot.

[echoversit]

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