#mob! donnie

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Glory and gore go hand in hand part 3

Dark Fic!

Mob! Donnie x OC Ava Charles

Warnings: Stockholm syndrome kind of, kidnapping mention, NSFW, SA mention.

Summary: Loosely based on the film Red Eye. Ava thinks she’s found a way to escape after her failed seduction attempt, but the streets of New York can be more dangerous than she anticipated. 

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get back to this one and writing in general. This one is NSFW to make up for it.

Back at the hotel and your breathing was still ragged. You had walked there with Donatello at a comfortable pace but the way the night had gone has shook you up. For once you were happy to see those cream walls with sage green accents, it didn't feel like a cage anymore, it felt like security.

Donatello lead you to the couch and sat you down, he disappeared for a few moments but came back with a new shirt for you, one of your pyjama ones. In all the commotion you hadn't realised that one of those fuckers had ripped your shirt. You thanked him and took off your old shirt, discarding it across the room as you put on your new one, Donatello's eyes watched you intently.

"I'm sorry" you began "But...thank you. You didn't have to come and rescue me"

"What else was I meant to do? I have a job here" he said matter of factly but his voice was soft, his eyes never leaving your face. His eyes looked kind again, like the first time you'd seen him in that coffee shop. Was this all part of the act, still? Or was he extending an olive branch?

"Even so...Thanks." You didn't know what would have become of you had those men gotten their way. Without realising what you were doing, you placed a hand on top of Donnie's in an act of gratitude. He placed his other hand on top of your and rubbed your hand with his thumb in a comforting way. His hands were smooth and strong, you could feel how much resistance it took to not put pressure on your fragile fingers. His restraint was admirable.

You didn't fully know what you were doing, but you leaned in, your head resting against his shoulder. You let out a deep sigh and closed your eyes. As you drifted off, you felt his lips on top your head. A gentle kiss on the temple of your forehead. Then succumbed to sleep.

When you woke, it was light out, you were still of the couch but you were warm. You raised your head slightly to look around. You'd fallen asleep practically in Donatello's lap. His arms around you, encasing you like you were something precious his head leaning against you as he slumbered.

Not wanting to wake him, you stayed there, letting him hold you for another few minutes. Eventually you gently shook his shoulder.

"Donnie" you whispered "Donnie wake up, it's morning" his grip around you tightened slightly, pulling you in as he nuzzled against you.

"mhhm?" he murmered

"It's morning" you repeated

"Ok, pretty girl" he groaned, groggy from being still half asleep

Was this a new nickname or was he just so out of it he didn't realise he was talking to you? It was possible that he'd forgotten your name because this was just a job for him, you were just dollar signs in his eyes. You couldn't help, however, remembering the tenderness in his voice last night, the way he looked at you like a wounded puppy on the side of the road he was rescuing, how gently he held you as you sobbed. No! you thought. There's no way, he's going to kill my dad and then me.

Your inner monologue was disturbed by Donatello shifting on the couch next to you, he was in more of a lying position now, fingers caressing your waist as you watched his eyelids flutter in half sleep. Without thinking, you reached down and softly touched his face.

His eyes opened at that and his free hand reached up and placed itself on top of yours. A weak smile spread across his mouth, sheepish, almost. You stayed like that for a few minutes, regarding each other and allowing the affection between you both to linger in the air. He sat up, one arm still draped around your midriff, the other finding its way to the back of your neck. He leaned in, as did you, and your lips met.

He was restrained, you could tell, in how he kissed you. Testing the waters by ever so slightly parting your lips with his tongue, deepening the kiss. His hand moved up to your hair, tangling itself within your locks but never pulling, part of you wanted him to though. A deep, animalistic part of you wanted him to take charge, the way you knew he could, and ravish you there and then. As if he sensed this desire in you, things moved father.

Donatello shifted his weight so that your back pressed against the seat of the couch and he lay on top of you, trailing kisses down your neck, nipping at your throat slightly. Closing your eyes and tilting your head back to give his better access, you allowed a pleasured sigh to escape your parted lips and wrapped your legs around him. Seeing this invitation, he pressed his lips into yours creating friction in your most vulnerable place, the sigh turned into a gasp which spurred him on.

Bringing himself up to his knees, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up with him before sitting with you straddling him. His hands travelling to your hips to push you down onto him, you ground yourself down into his lap and a small "fuuucck" escaped his lips. Lost in the moment, he tore at your lower clothing and discarded it across the room, now naked form the waist down you reached for his belt buckle. Your fingers fumbling with it, you snorted at your own incompetence before his hands found yours and helped, You reached inside, gripping his thick manhood to relieve it of its clothed prison.

He lifted your chin to make you look at him and held his open palm in front of your mouth. "Spit" he winked at you. You obliged before he coated himself in the slickness of your saliva. you raised your hips and, with his guidance, sank yourself down onto him.

His size was impressive to say the least, every movement creating an ecstasy of sensation, your hands travelled over his chest as you moved, feeling every muscle in his well toned torso before settling behind his neck.

He leaned in, grunting and moaning for pleasure. His face finding the crook of your neck and settling in there as his hands stayed on your hips, guiding you to a pace that was beneficial for you both.

"This is so wrong" you panted, your thighs beginning to sting from exertion, "So fucking wrong".

"We can stop if you want" he smugly mumbled into your neck, knowing full well that wasn't going to happen.

Decadent, wet noises filling the air as you picked up the pace, chasing a high you were both so close to. His lips found your once more, you held him close as if his entry into you wasn't close enough. You wanted to be consumed by him.

He reached between your thighs, rubbing circles on your most sensitive part. It felt like fireworks were being set off inside you, galaxies compressing and erupting within your body. He knew you were ready, with a gentle nibble to your ear lobe he whispered "C'mon, pretty girl, cum. Show me how hard you can cum."

With his permission, and a gratified moan, you slumped against him climaxing hard. It sent ripples through your body, you felt like you were going to overflow. Resting your foreheads together, you both panted in the aftershocks of something so explosive. His thumb caressing your lower back guiding you back to your senses.

What had you done? You'd just fucked the man who'd kidnapped you and was holding your father's life in his hands. Were you really that selfish and hedonistic?

As if reading your mind, Donnie broke the silence between you.

"Don't worry about a thing, gorgeous. A few more nights here, and you're free to leave. Back to your normal life" He spoke softly, genuinely. "But, for now, lets get you cleaned up" he said with a wink, nodding his head towards your thighs which were slick with what he'd left inside you.

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

How would the Mob! Turtles react if their wife/girlfriend tried to leave them or break up with them after a nasty argument? Ik they can be assholes but I’m curious. 😭

Oh you *know* they're going to be the biggest assholes

Mob! Leo

"I'm done! I can't take this anymore. We're over!"

Tears streaming down your face, this was the worst argument you'd ever had

"fine!" he hissed back

"But good luck finding someone else to put up with your shit! I'll make sure no other man touches you, that you can't get a job, can't get a home, fuck, I'll make sure you can't buy a fucking coffee without my say so!"

he meant it

in his mind this wasn't just the ending of your relationship, it was the end of your life as you knew it

he'd spent your entire relationship making sure you needed him, that he was the one to clean up your messes no matter how small or big

your life was over as you knew it if you left him

in a month you'd be back to beg his forgiveness when the money had dried up

he would take you back with conditions

Mob! Raph

"I'm done, I can't take this anymore! We're over!" you scream

you meant it too, for the first time this was more than you could take

he goes silent

nothing good happens when Raph is lost for words

his huge frame slowly walks towards you

towering over you

"you mean that?" he asks, eerily calm

"y-yes" you're not sure anymore

"Fine. Go. See what happens. I'll make it so you don't make it home on the freeway. Your family will be asking what happened, your nieces and nephews crying where's their auntie... Fuck, I'll give the speech at your funeral. You wanna test me, great, see how that ends for you!"

He was dead serious.

You always knew Raph was possessive but you didn't think he was this crazy.

"or" he begins "you can shut that pretty little mouth of yours, and make it up to me?"

you don't really have a choice

Mob! Mikey

"I'm done I can't take this anymore! We're over!" tears gush down your face

"NO!" he bellows back at you

"NO! We're not over until I say we are!"

He grabs you by the hair and throws you down

"Look, sugar, I didn't want to have to do this but you leave me no choice! You think you can end things with me? You think this is how it works? No, no, no. We're not done. I'll keep you here until you come to your senses!"

You spent 3 days in that room

begging, pleading, crying

Mikey occasionally coming in and mumbling, you're not sure if he's talking to you or himself

cursing occasionally and yelling sometimes. Not making much snese at all

you have him in a state

you just want to leave

eventually you made a deal

you stick around and be good for him, he lets you have the life you built together back

There's no leaving this

Mob! Donnie

"I'm done! I can't take this anymore! We're over!"

you feel the fear the second those words leave your mouth

"ok" he replies

plain and simple

that can't be good

you hurry out the house, scared to look behind you

when you get home, suddenly everything starts going wrong

your cat goes missing without a trace, you get the feeling you're being watched everywhere you go, your bank accounts freeze, suddenly there's an eviction notice at your door...

It doesn't take long

you need him

you need the security that comes with being with him

you knock on the door

he opened it with a smug smile

"say please"

you sigh, a weary, defeated sigh

"please"

he gives you a big hug

"I knew you'd be back"

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

I just love your Mob turtles and their headcanons! I was wondering how each turtle would act with a medic crush. Maybe someone that works for the Mob as a lower leveled nurse that catches their eye after they need to be treated by them. How would they meet again? Who would move their crushes position up in the Mob to get closer? And who would just bash their head in again to see their crush to get treated? Love the headcanons your write and keep up the amazing work! ✨

This is really interesting, thank you for this!

DISCLAIMER!!! Because they're all evil pieces of shit, this will not be cute. it's gonna be scary and abusive (esp Donnie's one) so viewer discretion is advised

Mob! Leo

you first treat him for a stab wound, it was a bad night at one of his clubs. Some guy got too handsy with one of the dancers, Leo intervened, the guy smashed a bottle....

he got stabbed just beneath the ribs, although the other guy was put in a medically induced coma when Leo was done with him sooo... A small stab was nothing by comparison

He's sat, slumped down, in the doorway of the living room, enter: you

his body guards (as useless as they normally are) called you straight away. the pay is pretty damn good if you say so yourself, being on the mob boys retainer has its perks.

you're got your kit with you, all your medical supplies.

"sir" you start "We need to head to the kitchen, I need a flat surface to examine you" you were polite, but clear.

Leo stands without so much as a grunt even though it's got to hurt

lies down on the kitchen table

you talk him through every step you need to take, starting with "I'm going to need to cut the shirt off, I'm sorry"

he doesn't care, it's ruined anyway

when you're done, he's surprised "I didn't even feel the stitches"

"I have a gentle touch" you wink and then instantly regret winking at your boss, it shows because you're blushing

he smiles too. 'He's got such a handsome face' you think and then you can't make eye contact

you almost shove the painkillers at him in your efforts to leave

the next time there's an incident, it's your day off, but he asked for you specifically and you can't exactly say no...

after that, it's you every time and the "incidents" are getting more frequent and less severe

you're at the house almost every 2 days

it gets to the point where a band-aid would suffice for the injury

but he's started sending you home with gifts, now

fancy chocolates, a bottle of wine, gift cards to high end shops ect

it's getting obvious why it's always you he calls

until, one night, it all comes to a head

he accidentally sliced his finger cooking and it will need stitches, but there are 2 place settings at the table and he asks you to stay for dinner after you patch him up

a hour in, and a little wine drunk, you blurt out "You know you could've just asked me out, there was no need to maim yourself to get my attention" you instantly regret this

he just chuckles

"Wish you'd told me sooner, I was deciding which one of my fingers I needed the least"

Mob! Raph

Oh he's so accident prone

will never admit it, but he really is

you're one of his newest hires and were excited at the chance to get some hands on experience since leaving med school

boy does he give you some

his first call is because he was shot right in the thigh

it almost hit a major artery

even you were panicked

you kept asking "is this ok? It doesn't hurt too much right?"

but he had to to keep face and even when he'd wince he'd command "Keep going!"

you weren't exactly dressed for the occasion, you were wearing what was once a baby blue crop top (now red) and and shorts and your mid-drift was showing

Raph seemed to notice this a lot

and when the bleeding had stopped you'd got him stitched up, he put an arm around your waist and told you how great of a job you did

it got you a little flustered

eventually, at some team meeting (you did not know there would be team meetings and neither did the other medics but Raph treated this like it's always happened) he announces you as head medic

this comes with more pay, but more responsibility

you're on call 24/7 basically

you get his personal phone number and a "don't be araif to call if you need anything, the phone works both ways"

this kind of earns you the cold shoulder from Donatello who was usually the one who fixed up Raph

everything was going great as was pretty professional until-

one night the phone rings, it's Raph, and he's clearly drunk

words slurring, talking real slow and basically humming down the line

he asks you to come over and if you "have a nurses outfit"

you ask who's hurt

"It's me, I'm so *fake cough* ill... I could use a little TLC..."

you're a medic, not a call girl so you hang up

the next time you see him he's a weird mix or embarrassed and pissed off

like he knows he shouldn't have done it but he's angry you wouldn't fuck him

it's one of his guys who's been beat up, needs a few eyebrow stitches

Raph is too close, really in your personal space as you're trying to work

when you're done he walks you to the door and, through gritted teeth, says "I'm glad my little.... Indiscretion the other night hasn't made you unprofessional"

"That's a weird way of saying sorry" you reply in the sweetest tone you can muster

he glares

"...I'm....I'm sorry"

you smile until he pulls you in by the wrist

"Don't get cocky now!" he hisses "Remember who pays your bills"

you lean in and whisper "It's funny that you asked, because I do have a nurse outfit. Only men who respect me and my boundaries get to see it" you say that last part more forcefully as you pull away from his grip

after that it's a pretty clear game of cat and mouse between you two

Mob! Mikey

It's been crystal clear since day 1 that he wants you

stroking your hair while you're trying to assess him, rubbing up close to you, giving you pay rise after pay rise...

you try not to be alone with him

but one day, and you're surprised because it's only like 1pm, you get a call

Mikey had a chunk bitten out of his neck and needs urgent attention

you're pretty used to all the weird and wonderful injuries he acquires and when you're done seeing to him, you realise it's now only you two in the room

he gets up and clicks his neck

"That's one thing I love about you, you know" he had a habit of starting sentences like you'd been talking this entire time even when you hadn't "You don't ask questions. It's a lovely quality in a girl" the space between you is getting smaller

"it's not my job to ask questions" you say timidly

he's closing in still "I like that attitude"

your back is to a set of drawers now

he's right in front of you

I think the lidocaine is wearing off, this is starting to hurt" he gestures at his neck "Can you kiss it better?"

your heart is racing and you're not sure if it's because this is threatening or because he's shirtless and you haven't taken you eyes off his abs for too long now

He laughs and puts his hands up

"Hey, just joking!" he begins to back away

you turn to leave and right as you grab the door handle he calls

"But, sweetheart, you ever feel like having a crazy night. You know who to call, no strings attached" and winks

after that, and extra 2k is put in your account under the reference "for your discretion"

lingerie is sent to your apartment as well as flowers

the next time you need to go see him, he asks if you're wearing it

you blush and look away, he just grins at you

eventually he throws a huge party that you're invited to, he never leaves your side

you drink a little too much to cope with the circumstance and before you know it you wake up from a black out in the back of his car just as it pulls up to your apartment

he walks you in, you're still unsteady on your feet, and kisses you at the door

"angel, you should be more careful" he does not elaborate before leaving

you hand in your notice which is only mailed back to you with "nice try" written on it

Mikey always gets his way, one way or another

Mob! Donnie

He's a very hot and cold man

he'll smile and talk to you one day, then you don't exist the next

you can't get a feel for him at all

he's never been inappropriate or rude just... cold and distant

it's normally you he calls, you know this because the other medics are pissed off that they don't have an "in" with him

you did ask why, once

he just said you give the neatest stitches

it had been a while since you'd seen him

his brothers and he just had a big court case so they were laying pretty low

it had been nice, something about him made you feel things

a mix of unsettled and like you had to prove yourself as worthy

you needed a drink

hat night you come home, your phone died at the bar and you're a little tipsy

only to find your door broken in

you walk in

was that a wise move? no.

waiting inside, leaning against a doorway, is Donnie

you can smell blood but can;t see it in the half light

the he grabs you

you freeze, his arms are around you and his face is in your hair, gently smelling it

something trickles onto your face and you wipe it away to find it's blood

"If- if you're hurt... J-just let me grab my supplies"

he lets go

you turn on every light you pass, something about being in the dark with him just isn't right

when you come back he's gone

the next time he needs you, you do get a call

he got into a fight with Mikey, bottled straight over the head

you found out because Raph is still laughing about it when you get there

Donnie is seething

when his brothers leave, all of them including Donnie a little drunk, he pushes you against a wall and gets in close

you can feel his breath on your neck

"You know, Mikey hired on of those topless maids last week. Cleaned his car, tits fully out. How much would it cost me for you to take this off" he pings your bra strap

you're so insulted

he was a man of medicine too and he was treating you like you're something who can be bought

as if he reads your mind he says "Everyone has a price"

"I don't know" you try to sound less scared than you are, let the anger shine through "how much does a new set of balls cost? Because if you don't back off you're gonna need them"

he laughs harshly

then his hand is around your throat

"Was that a threat?"

his thumb strokes your cheek

he leans in, his nose pressed against yours "I like a woman with guts but, if you're not very careful, I'll take them out and keep them in a jar"

"Was that a threat?" you retort

"No, I'm flirting with you"

sooner or later, you know he'll have you

Him and his brothers aren't the type to back down from anything

so the next time you treat him, when he pulls you onto his lap, you kiss him, make it your choice to go through with it

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Glory and gore go hand in hand part 2

Dark Fic!

Mob! Donnie x OC Ava Charles

Warnings: Violence, almost sexual assault, blood mention, fighting/fist fighting, Stockholm syndrome kind of, kidnapping, vomit mention, 

Summary: Loosely based on the film Red Eye. Ava thinks she’s found a way to escape after her failed seduction attempt, but the streets of New York can be more dangerous than she anticipated. 

A/N: Sorry it took me over 2 years to update it to a part 2. Hope it was worth the wait (It isn’t, trust me lol). If I ever get around to doing as part 3 there will be some NFSW stuff coming up, trust and believe. Much love to you all xox

The room was spinning. You took a quick glance at the clock next to the bed and saw “07:43″ before whatever was in your stomach threatened to come back up. Pulling the covers off your body you made a dash for the bathroom and puked up not much of anything. There was a throbbing inside your skull that you didn’t think would go away any time soon- a concussion, you guessed, was the cause of all of this.

Memories came back. Lips on yours, the warmth of a body pressed against you, sudden movement and then everything going dark. It was too much, you had to push that out of your mind. Picking yourself up from your knees in front of the toilet you made your way back to the bedroom. Donnie was waiting in there for you. He looked refreshed. He smelt like cologne and had clearly changed since you last saw him. You, on the other hand, had messy hair, clumps of sleep in your still tired eyes and your mouth tasted like bile. What a sight you must have been.

You climbed back into the bed without acknowledging him, he didn’t deserve it. The spinning had started to slow down and sitting still was the only thing stopping you from spilling your guts again.

“Good morning, sleepy head. I trust you slept well” There was mockery in his voice.

“Oh, like a log. Thanks to you” there was no hiding the resentment in your voice. You still weren’t looking at him but heard something get thrown on the bed. Looking over it was a single packaged croissant and a bottle of Gatorade- the blue one. Ugh. Begrudgingly you drank from the bottle and ate what he gave you. You hadn’t eaten since the afternoon the day before and it showed by the way you wolfed it down. Donatello watched you intently, much to your discomfort.

“Look, about last night...” you began

“You mean you pointing a gun at me and threatening to kill me? Is that what you’re talking about?”

So he wasn’t going to let it go. Shit. 

“Can you blame me?” you blurted out. Goddamn it, this guy really is holding you hostage, planning on killing your father (possibly you as well) and your one attempt to save your family is going to be taken as a personal slight against him? 

He looked thoughtful for a moment.

“No, don’t suppose I can. I can still be angry about it, however.”

“Makes two of us” you muttered. That elicited a smile from him, clearly your self hatred was amusing.

In the morning light you got to have a proper look at the room. It was lovely. Cream walls with sage green accents, a vanity table next to the window and a huge wardrobe and set of drawers. Your head was still spinning and your stomach hadn’t quite settled, still promising to twist and contort to make you puke up what you’d just consumed. His cologne wasn’t helping. The dude smelt like a perfume section at a department store, no, the smell wasn’t intensifying, he’d just gotten closer.

Now sitting on the bed, Donatello placed a hand on your thigh a looked into your eyes. He didn’t speak straight away, as if he was waiting for something from you but you didn’t know what.

"What?” you said rather indignantly “Why are you staring at me?”

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly into a smile, a devilish one at that.

“I think we need to set a few ground rules, to keep everyone happy. First rule, no making a scene. You involve anyone else in what’s going on, your dad dies. Rule number two, no leaving the hotel room. I think this one is pretty self explanatory. And rule number three is: you hold a gun to me again, I do worse than knock you out”

Who are these rules supposed to keep happy? You thought. They only protected him. But, he was looking at you expectantly.

“Sure, whatever” you muttered “Have your rules and then fucking kill me”

“Oh, I plan to. No be a darling and go clean yourself up. I can smell the vomit from here”

Embarrassed, pissed off and still, quite frankly, scared of this man you took yourself to the bathroom and had the longest shower of your life. Any way you didn’t have to be in the same room as him, looking at his smug fucking face.

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The day was much of the same, Donatello mostly took calls and conducted some kind of business online. You didn’t pay much attention, you didn’t really care. In your mind there was a countdown. 6 days. 6 days until his “employer” decided what to do with you and your father. 

By late evening you could hear your stomach growling, you didn’t want to go to the mini fridge in the living room because that’s where he was so you just suffered the hunger pangs and stayed in your room. Occasionally he would come to check on you. Sometimes he’d speak, most of the time he’d simply make sure you were still there. The final time he came in, he spoke again.

“I’m going to get dinner. What do you want?”

“Nothing” you sulked

He rolled his eyes and took a few more steps inside the room “you know you won’t starve to death in 24 hours, right? Might as well just take the free food”

“Fine. Something with Salmon”

At that he left. He left! The second you heard the door to the hall close, you were up and out of bed rushing to the handle but, it was locked. What the fuck kind of hotel locks you in your room? This made no sense. You knelt on the floor, an overwhelming feeling of despair creeping up through your body until it formed into tears. You were never leaving this room. You wondered how he’d do it- kill you, that is. Would it be quick? Painful? Who would find you? Would anyone ever find you? You weren’t sure how long you’d spent on the floor, forehead pressed against the door crying but that’s when you heard footsteps coming back towards the room. Fuck, surely he wasn’t back already? A knock at the door-

“Housekeeping, can I come in?”

Hope! You wiped away your tears and stood.

“Yes, yes come in! I’ve umm, I’ve lost my key. Can you let yourself in?”

The door gently opened and a middle aged, friendly faced woman stood there. Her name tag read “Sandy” and you’d never been happier to see someone in your life.

“Just here to change the sheets and such. Won’t be long, dear”

You grinned at her “Take all the time you need, I was just popping out, actually” with that you practically shoved past her and made your way, as quickly as your condition would allow, down the hall. Donatello would probably take the elevator so you took the stairs, looking over your shoulder at every little noise to make sure no one was behind you.Eventually you made it to the lobby, this would be the hard part. He could be back any second. All you had to do was make it out into the street, couldn’t risk using the lobby phone to call your father. From the door way, you scanned the lobby. Not many people, a queue of 2 lining up to be checked in, the clerk behind the desk and 3 people sat on a sofa in front of the fireplace drinking and talking. No Donatello. You took a deep breath and briskly walked towards the door.

The November air was unforgiving and in the rush of finding a way out you hadn’t brought your coat. You were freezing, had no idea where you were and no money. You didn’t think this through but at least you were out. Free! But apparently freedom meant risking hypothermia. You hustled down the street, unable to take in the beauty of the freshly fallen snow, or the gentle glow of the street lamps as you rushed under them. Maybe there was a coffee shop or somewhere you could ask to use their phone. Do you call the cops or your dad first? If you call your dad, he can call the cops, you supposed, and even if something happened, you’d get to hear his voice one last time. No! You pushed that thought out of your mind. You had to get to a phone.

Some little artisanal coffee shop stood on the corner, you rushed towards it trying to dart around the 3 men who stood in your path, that’s when you felt a hand gripping your arm. You spun around, partially from shock and partially from the hand pulling you towards them. It was the 3 men. They were big and broad and visibly drunk now that you got a closer look.

“sweetheart!” the one gripping your arm slurred out “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here in the cold? No jacket no nothing. Let me warm you up” He pulled you towards him. You tried to free your arm but his grip tightened.

You began to seize up, shivering out of fear as well as the cold. Suddenly the street looked emptier than you remembered, it was late, after all, and the terrible weather would keep most people in. 

“come on, give us a kiss” the second one said leaning towards you. You realised you hadn’t said a single word, it’s a if the fear had frozen your voice box. You put your free hand on the first guy’s chest and used all your strength to push him back, the alcohol made him not so nimble on his feet and he tilted slightly- loosening his grip just enough for you to free your arm and run. But you couldn’t run, not really. Every step you took made the stitches around your abdomen burn and cry out for you to stop. After two blocks, you had to stop running. 

you were ahead of them and they were drunk. There was a dimly lit ally to your left, maybe if you hid behind the dumpster there, they’d give up? It was worth a try.

Crouching, now, in your position behind a dumpster you tried to steady your breathing as much as you could. Footsteps approached and then voices.

“C’mon sweetheart!” One called out “We just wanna get you out the cold! I’ve got something nice and warm for you here” 

You shuddered shuddered at the thought but, before you could take another breath the third one jumped out at you.

“I got ‘er!” he screamed at the others, pulling you up from your crouch by the back of your shirt. 

They all cheered in unison and gathered around you. This was it. You traded one danger for another. They grabbed at you, trying to reach under your shirt, pawing at your body as you twisted and turned to try to escape but their grips on you were firmer this time.

“Not letting you get away again, little darl-”

Suddenly he was on the floor. There was blood on the snow around where his face lay and he was out cold. The other two let go of you and turned to face their aggressor, dropping you to the ground as they did.

You covered your face with your hands, you heard the second guy’s face collided with something hard, the dumpster was your guess. He gave out a pained cry as his skull was bashed into it again and again until you heard his body drop into the snow.

“L-look I don’t want no trouble” the third one said backing away. “It was just a little fun was all” You heard his squeal as whoever it was laid into him. It didn’t take long but he was begging and gasping for air before one final blow silenced him. You didn’t want to look, you couldn’t. Whoever this was surely had to be worse than what you’d faced already today. Your shoulders slumped and hot tears fell down your face as you hoped the cold would take you.

“You ready to go back?” A familiar voice asked you. 

Donatello.

You looked up, his face didn’t seem angry in fact, he looked almost concerned. The shadows that surrounded him made his look taller and bigger than ever. For once you were grateful to see him. He took a few more steps towards you, taking off his winter coat and draping it over your shoulders before reaching down to help you up. You don’t know if it was the cold or the shock or the adrenaline wearing off, but once you were on your feet, you wrapped your arms around his waist and sobbed into his chest. He held you back, learning down to press his face against your head.

“Come one, lets get you back into the warm” he said against your hair.

You nodded.

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Hi~! Ok I’m not sure if you take ask but I was thinking on your Mob!Donnie. I think I read it somewhere in your HC that Donnie like someone (I can’t remember the exact wording) but someone a bit assertive or backbone or whatever along the lines.

Either way that got me thinking.

You know the saying, the unstoppable force meets an immovable object right?

We all know Donnie is a toxic evil little shit and I love him the way he is, the unstoppable force because he will get what he wants by any means necessary.

So what happens if he meets an immovable object, in the form of a S/o? Like she totally down for whatever he wants,

Tracking her movements and conversation? Ok kool.

Managing all her fund? Sure why not.

Wanting all the attention on him? Piece of cake

Will always pick up the phone and answer all of his text? At the first ring and in a millisecond the moment he messages she answers

But she won’t tolerate him gaslighting or manipulating her into a outcome he wants.

Like she to aware of herself to be gaslighted like she knows what she said or did, so trying to make her feel or think she did something not gonna work

Manipulation is hard only because she stubborn as an old goat.

She totally down for anything he asked of her but if his jealousy kicks in and he goes into toxic mode she just not picking up what he’s putting down.

So the question comes, what does he do? Does he goes to torture, because she not listening in the way he wants, she not as dependent on as he feels she needs to be?

Or does he press down harder, being meaner and just an over all ass?

She won’t ever leave truly she loves him far too much but she is stubborn enough to make a tent on the lawn and sleep in there because he froze her accounts and she got no where to go but she not going bend by getting gaslighted or manipulated.

It’s just a funny thought I been nursing, thinking of the different things on which he do or act. 

Ok OK OK now we're talking! I lobe this take

You are describing someone Donnie would absolutely adore right up until the point he didn't get his own way. Like, he'd be thinking "she's perfect!" And then she wouldn't let him play his little mind games or condition her into being his pet and then he would strop big time.

I don't remember the most where I said he likes someone with a backbone (because I've written hundred if not thousands of things about them, I don't remember everything I say) but what I probably meant by that is someone who wants there own way and will be stubborn about it but still let Donnie win. Part of the fun if the conquering and breaking someone down for Don-Don.

His ideal partner is the nicest person you can imagine, just a puppy of a girl who maybe gets a bit upset if she isn't allowed to watch her fave show or go out when she wants but ultimately let's Donnie get his way. She has to be intelligent because the easier someone is to manipulate and trick the less it feels like an accomplishment but she also can't be too smart because then she'd leave him. Or at least, that's what he *thinks* his dream partner is.

I actually agree with you that he'd probably last a long time, if not forever, with the woman you've described because she'd be a challenge. She'd be at his beck and call, answering every message and call, complimenting him, worshipping him but taking 0 shit gaslighting wise. She'd actually be perfect for him but he would never knowingly date someone like that, it's why he's usually single.

He wouldn't torture a person he's dating (unless what they did was so severe it "called for it" in his mind) but he would date someone he tortured.

It would probably turn more into a game than a relationship with him is what I'm thinking.

This was really fun though, thank you for the ask!

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

How would the mob boys react to their kid (any genders🙂) being bullied in school bf stalked and harassed because of what they dads do.

Love this so much, they would be fiercely protective for the most part. I'm going to separate it between if they have sons or daughters because they would react differently <3

Mob! Leo

With daughters:

He notices a change, she's more quiet and reserved. Getting up later on school days and dragging her feet when it's time to go in.

He asks directly "what's going on? Is something wrong at school?"

she starts to cry and explains that some of the girls have been calling her names and because the popular boy hates her and they're sucking up to him. He hates her because his dad lost his job due to Leo

Leo tells her exactly what to do: "take. no. shit." They want to name call? He gives her some names she can call back and trust me, they are not playground friendly.

They want to shove past her? Put pins in the shoulder part of your school blazer, see how they like shoving you then.

Do not fight fair, stand your ground and take no prisoners

he pays a visit to the popular kids dad and tells him a few things about how to raise his kid. No body messes with his kid after that.

With sons:

His kid is pretty upfront about it "dad, I'm getting picked on because this kid's dad lost his job because of you"

he's stunned and feels bad but has a plan

This kid is pussying around actually hitting Leo's son, so make the first hit. Make it hard, knock him on his ass and then tell him that his dad's job won't be the only thing he'll lose when Leo finds out about this.

That shut that kid up for good.

Mob! Raph

With daughters:

He's legit heartbroken when he finds out she's getting picked on because she got in a bar brawl with this other kid's dad

he knows it's his fault and that fact his kid is suffering for his actions... Not ok.

He's... Not great with advice for children

"Get 'em in the bathroom. No cameras, no witnesses. The throat is the best place to aim for, just don't let 'em bite you, ok?"

when he gets called into the principle's office because his little girl made another little girl need stitches, he only has this to say "Teach your kids not to be little shits, because I'm teaching mine to break jaws"

end of

With sons:

He's protective but also doesn't want his son to back down and be a coward

a little "come on, kid. Anger is the only emotion that's gonna solve this, don't cry..."

similar advice, tho

"Hit first, leave 'em bleeding. Don't forget to kick 'em while they're down"

He just threatens the principle after that incident, Raph is big enough to always get his own way

Mob! Mikey

With daughters or sons, he wouldn't be different:

He does not beat around the bush

he also does not play fair or like that his kid is suffering because of shit he did

"Bite 'em"

*the child was too stunned to speak*

"Make them regret even looking at you, leave them bleeding and maimed with chunks missing"

that was a speedy call to the school for him

because Mikey's kid is crazy enough (like their daddy) to go through with it

he arrives and his kid has blood on his/her teeth and dripping down their chin onto their white shirt

When Mikey sounds calm, he's most dangerous

"I wonder how the school board and papers would feel about my kid being bullied so badly he/she had to resort to this kind of violence to defend themselves. I think you'd lose your job, I think this school would make every headline for the next two months. I know they'll find you face down in the river not long after..."

No expulsion! Yay!

Mikey is also banned from school ground forever...

Mob! Donnie

With daughters:

He just imparts some psychological warfare tactics

gasslighting these girls, making them question their own sanity

"...And then, when that's all done, you start dropping very subtle hints that you're the one leaving the beheaded pigeons in their bag, on their doorstep, ect. Not too obvious, but so *they* know it was you"

it's pure insanity what he tells them to do

but if they won't do it, they know he will so...

It gets ugly so fast

like, the bully drops out of school for a stay in an inpatient treatment centre bad

he's never been more proud of his kid after that

He really hates bullies and loves making them pay.

With sons:

Similar to Raphael, he doesn't want to raise a "pussy" as he puts it....

More direct as Donnie has no respect for anymore really but values women more then men still

gives his son a knife and gloves and tells him to cut this kid's dad's break line

and to draw a picture in crayon of the kid's dad in hospital with lots of blood and x's for eyes

that gets him called into the school

but Donnie just twists it into a sympathetic gesture (it clearly was not) and his son gets away with it

he Hates bullies. Like, a lot.

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

I absoltely loved the newest mob boys post and there teenage daughters can you do the mob boy’s reaction to their teenage daughters getting pregnant after sneaking out (poor Donnie’s daughter 🥲) (sorry for the spelling erors English isn’t my first language) thank you!

Love this idea for the Mob! boys, and yes, poor, poor Donnie's little girl

MASSIVE DISCLAIMER! Donnie's one will be dark as fuck, please do not read if anything to do with pregnancy is a trigger to you!

Mob! Leo

She's still grounded

it's been 2 months but she found her with a goddamn boy- not just /with/ a boy but in his *bed*

livid wouldn't even begin to cover how Leo felt

it took all his daughter's strength to hold him back from beating the living daylights out this teen boy who defiled his daughter

but something is different now

she's been quiet, not protesting when he gives her chores or sends her to bed. not even asking to have friends round when she knows she's grounded

he goes up to her room to talk, maybe she's been punished enough?

"Hey" she says softly, knocking on the door "what's up with you? you've been...distant"

she turns to face him, sat on her bed, and when she sees the gentle look on his face she can't contain it anymore

bursts into tears

"y-you know- you know Harry? The- the-the boy you found me with?..." she makes out between sobs

his mind returns to that night and he goes quiet. Angry again

"I'm sorry, daddy. I'm really sorry"

he doesn't get it at first, then she points to the trash can

he glances over and see's the pregnancy test box empty

he understands

the way Leo sees it, he has 2 choices: 1 scream. scream until his lungs bleed and she hates him forever or, 2 be there for his crying kid

he chooses the latter

he puts a stiff arm around her and she nuzzles into the crook of her father's neck, still inconsolable.

it's difficult to hide the shame, the disappointment, the anger....He had such big plans for her, now adding a kid to those plans? forget about it...

but he gets this one chance to show her that she can come to him about anything

it's going to be a long next few months...

Mob! Raph

His not-so-baby-anymore little girl is the light of his life

like, he's the proudest dad you can find

adores her, beyond words

so when he goes to tell her dinner is ready (without knocking, because it's his house and he can do what he wants) and finds her curled in a ball on her bed, crying and holding a positive pregnancy test... He loses it

screaming, punching the door, more screaming, ripping posters off her walls, did I mention he was yelling?

lots of "how could you be so stupid?" and "I raised you better than this!"

after about 20 minutes he calms down

it's nothing the daughter of this hot head isn't used to by now, but it's still scary for her

it's the look in her eyes that calms him the most- the look of fear as she clutches her stomach

a maternal sign

she wants the baby

"This motherfucker who knocked you up, he gonna stick around?" he asks

"I don't care if he does or not, fuck him! I've got you, don't I?"

a big sigh from Raph

"you've got me, kid"

he's not happy, how could he be?

but he knows she'll make a great mother

and he loves her too much, and is way too much of a pushover when it comes to her to be mad for too long

Mob! Mikey

He guesses she's pregnant

the morning sickness is a dead give away

he is Pissed, with a capital P

drags his daughter back to her room, any dolls or stuffed toys are ripped apart with his bare hands

"And this?" he hisses "What sort of mother had a ballerina jewellery music box? You're a child having a child! A stupid child at that! Insolent, pathetic and careless!"

none of this is yelled, his tone is almost a whisper

his daughter is crumpled down on the floor just weeping, waiting for storm Mikey to pass

"I thought I raised you better, I really did"

He leaves the house at that point, just walks straight past her as she sobs and goes to his brother's

they calm him down, a lot actually

remind him there are "options"

when he gets back to the house, he does say sorry

he knows he flies off the handle a little too quickly

he says he'll stand with her no matter what she chooses, but he knows what he would prefer for her to do

she sleeps in his bed that night, he holds his little girl and they whisper to each other until they both pass out

their relationship has always had rough patches like this but nothing they can't get through

Mob! Donnie

He knows

he always knows, he knew she snuck out, her knew she slept with that boy, he knows everything

so when she comes home to a seemingly empty house and goes up to her room, she;s in for a surprise

the room is liner with plastic sheets, like shower curtains, everywhere

the floor, the walls, there's a table in the middle of the room with a sheet covering something...

not something- someone

it's him, the boy, the one time hookup...

"oh fuck" she whispers

"oh fuck, indeed" Donnie's voice comes come behind her

"What did you do, dad? Is he dead?"

he smirks at that, which is dangerous. Only the worst kind of things amuse her father

"Dead? No. He wouldn't be worth the clean up. He just has a little... Procedure. To make sure he doesn't ever fuck up your life again"

she's confused, then he pulls out the positive pregnancy test you threw in a mall bathroom trash can last week.

How??? How does he always know?

"Now, darling..." He begins

((He never calls you darling, unless you're in deep shit with him))

"Are you going to be a good girl, and do what needs to be done? Or are you going to make daddy angry and disappointed all over again?" He leans in closer "I know which one I'd pick"

"I-I-I want the baby, dad" it's barely a whisper, mostly it's a plea

he tuts and shakes his head

"Wrong answer"

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Ily & i hope you are doing well little bean!!!! 🖤 could you write a lil drabble on the mob turtles x y/n if you kept bothering *insert turtle here* during a meeting bc you want attention so he excuses himself for a second & just shoves a vibrator in your panties & gets to be the one to control it when he goes back to the meeting 🌈😇🤌

Ok this is so fun and 100% something I can see them doing

Mob! Leo

He's still in a meeting

at one point you were even listening in outside the door but the clients are Russian so he's speaking Russian so you couldn't understand a word

it's time to have some fun, you think

in the bathroom you pull up your top and take off your bra and take a sexy photo in the mirror

making that little pouty, bratty face that he likes

you go back to standing out side the door and *send*

it's a waiting game now, but you don't have to wait long

within 2 minutes he's storming outside the door, grabs you by the arm and pulls you to his bedroom

he grabs something from one of the drawers and shoves it in your pants

"What the fuck are you-"

"shut up! You don't wanna be a good girl? Ok, I can play that game"

he storms off back to the meeting and you're just about to inspect what he just put in your underwear when *buzzzz*

you almost fall to the floor, thighs squeezed together and a small gasp escaping your mouth

ok, so that's new

it only becomes a problem when you walk to the kitchen and almost start moaning in the middle of Raph talking to you

he pretends he can't hear the muffled vibrating sound and just walks away muttering "Freaky deeky shit, Leo..."

Mob! Raph

He's had this toy a while and just been waiting for a chance to use it

and you sitting in on a meeting with him, rubbing his thigh a little too close to his dick and knowing exactly what you're doing is his excuse

"Would you excuse us for just a moment, gentlemen?"

he pins you up against the wall, slides it into your underwear and tells you he's only gonna turn up the intensity the more fuss you make so you best be quiet

and boy does he keep on that promise

you're squirming in your seat so much so that he has to pull you onto his lap

you barely remember the 2nd half of the meeting, all your energy going into not ripping his pants off and riding him then and there

the guys he was with don't seem to have a clue whats going on with you

you just smile sweetly before he turns up the settings once more and your eyes damn near roll back in your skull.

"I'm so sorry, I have to-I have to...Go check on something"

When Raph comes t find you after you basically jump his his bones

you tend to be a little naughtier during his meetings from the on out

Mob! Mikey

you're in a meeting with him, a big one actually, and he's clearly bored out of his mind

it's written all over his face and the way he's talking

very monotone "Yeah" and "Ok, sure..."

you feel so bad that he's clearly bored so you decide to spice things up a little

sitting the other side of the table from him, you start running your foot up his leg towards his crotch

he defo notices what you're doing but he's playing it so cool

up until he can't anymore...

"One second, friends. I think it's only fair that my beautiful girlfriend who has had to suffer through all this business talk comes to sit next to me. I should be giving the lady more attention"

you oblige and the second they're distracted by some paperwork, he reaches over and slides something into your underwear

you don't think too much of it at first, Mikey is normally trying shit on with you at any given moment it's actually him removing his hand that makes you confused

you can feel a small object in your underwear tho and that's when the fun starts

you can't help it, you start to pant and fidget in your seat

Mikey is clearly enjoying this and puts a hand on your arm, rubbing little circles with his thumb

one of the men in the room asks you something and you manage to say, as innocently as possible, "I'm so sorry, I'm not really feeling myself. What did you ask?"

white knuckles from gripping the arm of your chair so hard Mikey decides to cut the meeting short only to drag you to his bedroom

Mob! Donnie

It's all so boring

who would have thought a weapons deal would need to take so long

you've been messing with him a little, dropping your pen and dipping under the table to pick it up only to kiss his inner thighs when no one could see

or leaning in to kiss him on the cheek and sneakily giving him a little love bite on the neck

he's flustered, which he doesn't like being when anyone can see

so he excuses you both for a minute to "grab some paperwork"

second you're out of the room his hand is around your throat and he's hissing at you

"Oh I can play this game, too. Much, much better than you can"

he slips something into your underwear and drags you back into the room with some piece of paper that's probably trash but he needed to bring something back with him

a gasp escapes your lips when you feel it

it's pulsing and vibrating and it feels so damn good

you're biting your lip, you trying to stifle moans and you're very clearly turning red

the others in the room actually start asking if you're ok because you're being so off

you're just glad that can't hear the low buzzing sound coming from your panties

"Don't worry about her, let's get back to business"

he doesn't stop there, though

his hand is on your inner thigh, inching closer and closer to when you so desperately want it to be

"everybody leave" you say in a small voice and they turn to hear you better

"I said, everybody fucking leave" in a much more demanding voice

they do as you say

you're not sure if the others would be ok with you getting dicked down hard on the conference table but that's what happened

"You need to behave when we have guests over" warns Donnie

"Totally fucking worth it" you can't help but say