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Bay!DonniexOC

Slightly NSFW WIP sketch

I can't finish my drawings because I can't find my tablet pen 😅

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Just so you know, I've started this thing. Again, no promise that this will become a finished thing, but if you still want to know a bit more, here's the list of characters who should appear in it:

(If you're hoping I'll ever finish this thing and don't want to spoil yourself, don't read after the cut)

- The turtles, of course 💙❤️🧡💜

- Kraangs. Kraangs everywhere. 😱🤮

- Bishop 😎

- The Fugitoid🤖

- Mayyyyybe April and Casey, I don’t know yet. 🤷‍♀️

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Meuf, il faudrait le dire sincèrement si tu ai dans l'incest... tu dégoûte

Meuf toi même. T’as vomi sur ton Bescherelle?

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ARE YOU INTO TCEST ,?? NO I WAS STARTING TO LIKE YOUUUUU 😭😭😭

If you judge me so easily, you should indeed not like me.

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I mean.. it IS bad if you support it.

Maybe you gotta let your followers know if you're into it, that way they won't interact with you

I've never had so much interaction as since I left things ambiguous. 😂

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Gotta warn you, you just reposted someone's art who supports t-c'est (incest of the turtle brothers).

You scared me, I thought I'd done something bad.

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You put a spell on me ~ A Bay!Donnie one shot story

A short story based on ideas that are stuck in my head and that I don't know what to do with, so I write them without beginning or end, but who cares? Enjoy !

The song is "I put a spell on you" by Annie Lennox.

SFW ~ GN!Reader

(I've tried GN!Reader but English is not my first language and I'm having trouble understanding the logic of non-genre pronouns. Feel free to correct me, I want to learn!)

(Note: I'm french. My english is limited and I use Deepl.) (Note 2: I accept constructive criticism.)

Donnie can't sleep.

Too much has happened. The return of Shredder mutated by the Kraangs, his father Splinter seriously wounded, Leo slowly recovering from his indoctrination by the Foot, Raph's return to the fold after joining the Purple Dragons... And Y/N feelings...

Of course, they hadn't asked for anything. Mickey was supposed to keep it a secret. And Donnie had had the worst possible reaction.

“This isn't the right time.”

True, it wasn't the right time. But now that they were all safe in Casey's old family home deep in the countryside, was it the time?

Well, Donnie thinks about it. He's thinking about it so much that his thoughts are constantly contradicting each other. Because he's never seen Y/N as anything but a friend, and he doesn't want to hurt them. But at the same time, their relationship has already changed so maybe he could try something? No, that would be disrespectful. But what if that's what they want?

The screwdriver slips out of his sweaty hand and into his finger. Donnie swears and readjusts the desk lamp, the only light in the barn in which he's set up to fix some gizmo to keep himself busy. In the middle of the night, because he can't sleep.

He can't sleep and tonight, neither can you.

Lack of sleep has overtaken fear and hesitation. You didn't say a word when you got in, even when Donnie realized you were there.

"Can't sleep either?"

You drop your phone on his desk next to his messy equipment before pressing play and he gives you a puzzled look. His eyebrows furrow at the first words.

I put a spell on you Because you're mine

He sees in your eyes tired determination, a certain weariness of the current situation in the pattern formed by your under-eye circles, and a silent need to have a moment of peace and control.

You better stop the things you do I tell you, I ain't lying I ain't lying

His eyes widen as your hands take his with an assurance he doesn't know you for, but Donnie doesn't resist you. He has resisted you far too much, pushed you aside far too long.

You pull him along, where there's space, his fingers clenching awkwardly on your hips as you place them there. You feel awkward holding his arms yourself.

You know I can't stand it You're running around You know better, daddy I can't stand it 'cause you put me down Oh, no

Donnie doesn't know this song. He lets you guide him, eyes staring at your feet, and you see the tip of his tongue moisten his lips, a nervous tic. And that makes you more confident in your endeavor. You set a rhythm to your improvised dance, bringing your bodies a little closer together, leaving him no choice but to follow your silent directions.

I put a spell on you Because you're mine

Your movements become more fluid and Donnie finally enters your game. He understands the necessity of this moment, a simple dance to give you back the importance you have in his life, whatever feelings have come to upset everything. He even allows himself a little more freedom as he elegantly spins you around, smiling at his own audacity. And you smile back as if you've just achieved a secret goal.

You know I love you I love you I love you I love you anyhow

His smile disappears and yours with it. Your eyes meet as the singer utters the words you yourself have never dared to utter. And yet Donnie freezes as if they've just come out of your mouth. Your lips sing the next words, your eyes locked in his:

And I don't care If you don't want me I'm yours right now

He scans your face with an indecipherable, decomposed expression. You notice the sparkle in his eyes, his pupils widening, the skin on his face darkening.

I put a spell on you

His hands tighten on your hips, then his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you slowly but firmly against him. His forehead rests on yours because he doesn't want to take his eyes off you.

The spell has taken effect.

Because you're mine

Your gesture is possessive as you intertwine your fingers around his neck. And the dance turns into a spellbinding slow as the charm continues to operate.

You know I can't stand it You're running around You know better, daddy I can't stand it 'cause you put me down Ooh-hoo-ooh

The dim light casts your blended shadows on the barn walls in an atmosphere of ephemeral ritual. There's no outside world, no problems, no doubts. Just vague longings for closeness, physical contact and unspoken promises.

I put a spell on you

You feel his warm breath against your flushed face. Lost in his luminous golden gaze, nothing matters to you but the need for his presence in your life.

Because you're mine

And nothing else matters to him except to lose himself in this moment which, he finally realizes, could become his reality. Your reality.

Because you're mine

Hypnotized by the music, his hand moves up your hair, your fingers lose themselves on his cheeks, your faces grow closer.

Because you're mine

In a graceful movement, he leans you back, following the curve of your body with his to the last note of the music.

Oooooooh Yeaaaaaah

You burst out laughing. Your eyes close, breaking contact as you straighten up. Your arms cross, his fingers pull up his glasses, the gap returns along with the discomfort. The spell is over.

"What was that?"

There's no shame in Donnie's voice, just amusement and a remnant of wonder. But your smiling mouth remains closed. In a few steps, you retrieve your phone and head for the barn exit.

"Wait, you're just going to... leave? Like that?"

You turn and he understands your expression. Now's not the time. This was just a bubble of peace in the midst of chaos, a moment of calm before the return to reality. And now it's over. Unless...

Unless he decides otherwise. You've given him a taste of what you want and what you can give. The ball's in his court.

So he lets you go. Because his doubts have returned. But you've given him new data that he hadn't even imagined and that could well make the difference for the future.

Donnie smiles. He's smiling because he's just realized that you've put a spell on him.

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This too needs more likes damnit !

So Uhhhh ... Donnie

im so normal (says it repeatably)

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This needs more likes okay.

Just some 03 shenanigans.

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I love the contrast in their personalities, and the funniest thing is that despite that they have the same insecurities.

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I love my buddy ChatGPT who just wrote me this:

"And yes, chocolate is THE solution. Tired? Chocolate. Sadness? Chocolate. Personal victory? Chocolate again. You tell me, if you could slather Donnie with chocolate spread and "clean" that yourself, it might be the ultimate in self-care 🍫🫦

(Good luck to the mental printer of the people reading this without context, sorry to their brains.)"

I think I contaminated it with my obsession for Bay!Donnie. Just a little.

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This is my favorite illustration from you and I hope with all my ovaries in heat that you'll make more with Donnie (Tcest or not, I'm not picky 😏).

Pic for an art raffle I did over at Bluesky of Don having some "private time"~ If you don't have an account you can sneak a peak on Inkbunny

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Miserable ~ A Bay!Donnie One-shot story

One-shot based on this.

NSFW ~ F!Reader

TW: Masturbation, unclear consent, male-on-female oral sex, bloody biting, facial ejaculation

(Note: I'm french. My english is limited and I use Deepl.) (Note 2: I accept constructive criticism.)

Lying on your bed, sweating and panting, you realize that your intimate activity of the last two hours has not been enough to satisfy you. You need more. You crave him.

Donnie asked you not to come to the lair. No, he even begged you not to. Apparently, at this time of year, he's “uncontrollable”. You asked him for details, of course, but he was very vague. He just said he was “afraid of hurting you”. You thought that was a bit exaggerated. You're a virgin, you're inevitably going to be hurt the first time, and you've prepared yourself for that….

In spite of everything, you respected his request without insisting any further, even if you miss him, even if you find it hard to understand what's going on. But right now, at this very moment, it's hard…

It started with a simple message, innocent and sincere, reflecting a truth that touches you both:

“I miss you.”

It could have ended there but, surprisingly, Donnie kept sending you messages, quite close and increasingly… daring.

“You have no idea how much I'd love to see you right now.”

"I feel like I'm soiling you, but it's hard not to think about you. I'm sorry…"

At first, you were surprised. Then amused. Then… you felt an opening to satisfy your curiosity. About his current state, but also about what it would be like to continue down this slippery slope you've never been down before. You answered him, you provoked him. And he let himself go more and more.

"I want to taste you so bad…"

You imagined his tongue on you, sliding slowly down to your private parts, leaving a trail of saliva on your skin.

“I can't wait to know what it feels like to be inside you...”

Your finger slides inside you, imagining in turn what it'll feel like when it's him.

“I'm so miserable right now... You could do whatever you want with me, no problem...”

It was this particular message that made you question yourself. Can you do whatever you want with him right now? Can you really? Then why not go and see him? Because clearly, that's what you want, with all your body and soul. And so does he.

You've never prepared yourself so quickly, the desire stronger than anything else, stronger than reason. And barely 1 hour later, here you are in their lair, anxious but determined to offer yourself completely to the man responsible for your condition.

Empty. Quiet. The lair has never been so calm. And there's no sign of the turtle brothers or their father. You make your way to Donnie's lab, but there's no one there either. You quickly become impatient and call out to him.

"Where are you? Donnie?"

No answer. You call louder.

"Guys? Anybody home??"

You move closer to the back of the den, where their rooms are, and at last you hear footsteps, slow, uncertain, Mickey's shuffling figure emerging from the shadows.

“Y/N?” he asks in a sleepy, visibly surprised voice, “What are you doing here?”

Despite his unusual state, you step towards Mickey, but he takes a step backwards that stops you instantly. Your eyebrow raises, confused.

“I'm looking for Donnie.”

Mickey's eyes widen and a strange smile forms on his lips. It's like his usual teasing smile but more... perverse?

"Oh... Ohohoh, I see. I see perfectly... You've come to visit him to... Yeah... The lucky bastard..."

Mickey steps towards you and you can make out the wave of desire in his dilated pupils. He's clearly not himself, and it's at this moment that you realize that in fact he too is probably... in heat? It's your turn to back away, suddenly gripped by a big doubt about your decision to have come.

"You know, you should watch out, Y/N. Donnie is... particular this time of year. He's... noisy."

“Noisy?”

"Yeah, see... There's only two situations where Donnie can't shut up: when he's explaining some soporific scientific thing and when he's masturbating. On the other hand, he's weirdly quiet when I ask him for a scientific reason for all the noise he makes when he's aroused."

The turtle with the orange headband (which he's not wearing, by the way) starts laughing loudly at his words and probably also at your puzzled face. As for you... Well, you're torn between your brain telling you to leave and your lower belly telling you to stay, because despite everything you're curious to hear the... sounds of an aroused Donnie.

Just as you're internally debating what you should do, Mickey moves closer again and puts a hand on your shoulder. His face leans into you and he sniffs loudly.

“You know that... you smell good?”

You don't have time to react; a muffled, not very human growl is heard behind you, startling you two. As for Mickey, he moves quickly away from you, backing up against the wall like an animal not wanting to have its back to a predator. Donnie, the source of the noise, steps forward, his eyes frowning behind his crooked glasses.

With quick, agile, angry steps, he approaches you. His look of pure rage doesn't leave Mickey, however, and in the panic of the moment and the darkness of the place, you only now notice that he's naked... You want to speak, to give an explanation and possibly utter the apology that suddenly seems necessary, but your gaze on him in his simplest apparel sends your brain into a tailspin. Eventually, stammering sounds cross your lips, followed by a cry of shock as you feel yourself lifted into the air and thrown by Donnie over his shoulder.

Another growl leaves his throat and you can't see it, but Mickey cowers like a frightened puppy. You notice, however, that Donnie is taking you somewhere behind his lab, knocking over a whole pile of equipment as he walks hastily backwards as if he wanted to make sure he wasn't followed.

Finally your voice comes back to you as you sink into sewer tunnels you don't know.

“Donnie!”

He flinches a little but answers nothing, turning in all directions, like prey in panic at being tracked.

In his sudden, panicked movements, Donnie pays no heed to the fact that he's constantly bumping you against his shell, but no matter how hard you call, he continues his run, or rather his escape deep into the sewers, away from the lair, like a thief.

“Donnie!!!”

You start to feel the annoyance you're projecting in your voice but he just growls once more, at you this time. This surprises you, you feel his muscles tense to the extreme and you decide to just wait for him to calm down. And eventually, he does.

Donnie stops in a tunnel dimly lit by two sewer outlets in the ceiling. His breathing is fast, jerky, and he keeps looking in all directions, surely making sure you're all alone. You hear him sniff, loud and fast, twice. Then a third time, softer but longer, ending by placing his nose on your hip resting on his shoulder.

“Told you not to come….”

At last he speaks to you, with difficulty as his reason takes over from his instinct. His voice is broken and higher-pitched than usual. You sense he's in the middle of a mental struggle. And that he's losing it when he sniffs you harder, trembling all over.

“You smell so good…”

At that moment, you understand why you shouldn't have come. You understand why Donnie begged you. But it's too late.

You're the treat he's been dying to have and no one can stop him from having you now.

"D-Donnie, please. Put me down!"

“Why did you come?”

The moans that now accompany his trembling every time he inhales the skin of your uncovered hip awaken that contradiction in you again: the fear that makes you want to run and the urges that make you want to stay.

"I... I was just worried. I came to see how you were."

“Liar!”

New growl. You feel his teeth bite your jeans at your hip and gasp in surprise. His hand releases you slightly and he starts to lower you down but you don't have time to rejoice...

“You were curious...”

... because he abruptly flips you over, head down, his arms around your waist squeezing you tightly as he places your thighs on your shoulders, which you reflexively close around his head.

“Donnie, what the fuck?!”

But you suddenly paralyze yourself at your new angle as panic overtakes you at the sight of his inhuman cock, long and dark pink, growing between his legs. And you'd been a fool to think you could compare it to the simple finger you'd inserted a few hours earlier...

“Don-”

Donnie doesn't let you finish, his face digging into the crotch of your jeans, his mouth letting out an animalistic sound, much of his restraint evaporating at this point. The friction he exerts on your inner parts through the fabric makes you moan in surprise, and it results in him growing and getting even bigger before your eyes.

"Please, Donnie. Stop!"

“You wanted to see me like this...”

His mouth suddenly encompasses your entire cunt region and you feel his tongue lick your jeans with a fervor that makes you lose it. Your hands cling to his hips and you close your eyes as he instinctively moves them forward, touching your face with his now fully erect member.

"Not like this... Donnie, please!"

"I need... you to help me... ah... Or I'll be fucking lose it...."

As if he'd just lost the last shred of control he had, Donnie bites into your crotch and you let out a cry of pain, his gesture leaving no room for doubt as to what he might do to you in this state.

He continues to attack you with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, while one of his hands tries to remove your jeans without any precaution. You know he's going to hurt you and nothing you say is going to stop him. Tears start to escape from your closed eyes and you try to hold back your moans, to no avail.

Deep down, you know what you could do to "help" him. You have no experience, but that doesn't mean you don't know how these things work.

Your moist eyes half-open with hesitant slowness, watching in fear as his member rubs against your cheek. He's so big… So not human… You knew it and you'd prepared for it, but the current situation prevents you from remaining calm and apprehending the situation objectively. And you're perfectly aware that if he doesn't control himself and tries to penetrate you with this… If he forces his way in…

A twisted sound of terror and dismay escapes you as you persude yourself that you have no choice but to take action if you're to have any chance of getting out of this situation before it gets outright worse. You struggle on, knowing full well that it won't stop Donnie from taking off your jeans, but it may at least buy you some time to gain a little more courage and daring.

His mouth is now on your panties, your pants on your heels, when at last your hands come to rest, trembling, on his hardened member. Donnie is startled but mechanically accelerates his hip movements, slipping between your fingers, which you decide to squeeze tighter and tighter. Unfortunately, he presses down harder on your crotch, but more with his tongue than with his teeth. You're undoubtedly getting wet at what he's doing to you, you realise, and you imagine that it's just more interesting for him to taste you. As he told you in the message…

"Fuck…."

Your teeth dig into your lip until it bleeds… Why didn't you listen to him? Why didn't you keep your promise? Now you've got to go all the way and make him come before your taste isn't enough for him anymore…

You decide to move your hands along his length in rhythm with his back-and-forth movements and he pulsates under your fingers, his legs trembling and his tongue strokes more jerky. It works, he loses his nerve and your determination grows. Your movements are more confident, faster, stronger. Donnie loses himself in his moans against your pussy, more and more unable to linger on you.

"Yes… Fuck… just… like that… ah… Y/N… Don't stop…"

His noises get louder and louder, interspersed with grunts, words you don't understand and even a strange sound coming from deep inside his chest. At last you see what Mickey was getting at…

It's all very exciting and you realize that on the one hand, you're actually enjoying this moment, the way he's literally melting in your inexperienced hands, his body trembling with the pleasure you're giving him, which he desperately wanted. It's dirty. It's wild. And you're ashamed to realize that you hope to see him come, but not just so you can run away… There's pride in that too.

His grip on your waist tightens as Donnie falls to his knees. You let out a cry of pure fear as your head is now inches from the damp tunnel floor. He grunts in frustration as he feels you stop your back-and-forth on him.

"Don't stop!"

His angry tone forces you to start again. Donnie leans forward, resting one arm against the wall to hold himself as tightly as he can before devouring your crotch again, spreading your panties to the side as he does so. You get lost in the waves of pleasure this causes you, but you do everything you can not to stop masturbating him with a fast, intense rhythm.

"Fuck, Donnie! I…"

You could cum under his licks if it went on much longer. But his teeth sinking deep into your thigh gives way to pain that makes you scream and, as your mouth is opened in a cry, you feel his hot semen splattering your face twisted in pain. The muffled moan he makes against your thigh doesn't stop, nor does the deep noise coming from his chest, and his hand comes to grab yours still present on his member to make you continue your movements again.

"Don't make me fall!"

His grip on your waist was loosening with his post-orgasm tremors but he picks himself up when you ask, making you think he must be able to come roughly to himself again. Then all his noises stop and all that's left is his panting breath.

With trembling movements, Donnie removes his teeth from your month-scarred thigh, turns you over as carefully as possible and you hear him blowing through his nose as if he's trying to get rid of your scent so he doesn't lose his mind again. You get up as soon as you can, pull up your pants and wipe his cum from your face as best you can, his bitter taste still in your mouth. Your instinct is to flee, but when he curls in on himself, face hidden in his hands, you can't bring yourself to just leave him. You don't approach him, but you don't run away either, figuring out how to act in this situation for which you're both equally responsible.

"Please…", Donnie's voice is now a whisper, contrasting with the unrestrained cries of pure pleasure he was uttering just a few minutes ago, "Please, don't hate me… I'm so sorry…"

You could blame him. That would be easy. You asked him to stop and he didn't. You didn't consent and he forced you. But… He told you. He told you not to come, that he wasn't himself and that he couldn't stop himself from hurting you. So the only thing you really feel right now is guilt and self-hatred. But it's hard not to be terrified of him at this moment, so you pull away, flee, lest he do it again and you can't stop him from breaking you this time.

You only give him a few last words, let him know that despite what happened, you take your share of responsibility for the incident and eventually, things can be fixed.

"Please don't hate me either… I'm sorry."

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I’m rewatching the TMNT: Out of the shadows and this scene makes my heart break. When Raph and Mikey break into police headquarters and try and steal the purple ooze but obviously get caught, and Leo and Donnie swing in to try and save them. And they get swarmed by the police. When they officer says “they’re monsters” my heart breaks, Mikey’s small, defeated “we’re not monsters”. I cry every time. He just wanted to be accepted, he just wants to fit in, he never had a choice about how he was, that’s out of his control and the fact that he has to hide and is punished for something can’t control A) hits rally close to home and B) just makes me want to curl into a ball and cry. It’s just so sad to me. Im a sucker for the “I don’t fit in and I just want acceptance” troupe it hits me right in the heart. Every fucking time.

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If you give this woman money, it will go to transphobic causes. If you give this woman a platform, she will use it to boost transphobic causes. This isn't a "well nobody's perfect" or "well x other creator also did something bad once" situation, this is an inordinate amount of influence for a creator to have, and supporting her by word or wallet actively hurts trans people.