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Much needed relaxation - Donnie x female reader

My dreams have been particularly vivid recently, so I thought, “Why not try to write your dreams and share them on the internet?”.... So here we are! Will anyone besides me enjoy it? Maybe not, but at least I don’t have to worry about forgetting it!

Disclaimer: This is a Donnie x female reader fic. Everyone depicted here is an adult.

Word count: ~1,440

Warnings: Other than smut, none? (That being said, please let me know if there is something that requires a trigger warning. I'm still pretty new to sharing my writing.)

It has been a while since I’ve written smut, so I may be a little rusty. (Will probably edit once I get a good night's rest...)

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

It has been a few days since you last saw Donnie in person. If he wasn’t busy with training or protecting the city, you were busy with college and all the stress that came with the semester ending. Even now, when you should be enjoying his presence, you found your mind drifting to the different assignments you had to complete and tests you had to study for. 

You and Don are on your bed, laying on your sides and facing each other. He’s spent the last several minutes filling you in on how patrol has gone the past few nights, before realizing that at some point you zoned out and stopped listening. You were staring blankly at his plastron, where your hand was drawing abstract shapes. He calls your name gently, breaking you from your rapid thoughts.

“Talk to me,” he whispered, voice soft but stern. He could tell something was bothering you and wanted to help you through it.

“It's just... I can't turn my mind off,” you whispered back, gently running your hand up his plastron. “I want to focus on you while I have you here, but I can’t make my mind be quiet.” Your hand continues its journey, finally reaching up to cup his face as you lean in, kissing him softly on the lips.

He hums into the kiss, before moving to pepper your shoulder in kisses. “I want to help you relax. Will you let me take care of you?” he asks between kisses.

You nod, mumbling a single word: "Please."

“On your back,” he commands gently, nudging your shoulder. The bed creaked under his weight as he shifted to hover over you. A hand teasingly brushes your clothed breast as it drifts up your body, before finally cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing across your lips. He kisses your lips once more as that same hand moves to the back of your head, tilting it slightly. With the new angle, he’s able to trail kisses from your lips to your neck.

Your skin is already tingling with excitement, and you feel goosebumps rise on your arms and legs. He nips at your neck before latching on, quickly sucking a new hickey into the soft flesh. Your fingers curl into the sheets while he sucks, and you can feel your breath quicken as a moan escape your lips. His other hand slides down your body, and he grips your hip tightly, pulling you close so that you are pressed firmly against him. The feel of his arousal against your body causes you to shudder, your pussy clenching and feeling sinfully empty.

Content with the mark he has placed on your neck, he sits back and gazes at you with hooded eyes. The hand in your hair moves to your neck, lightly brushing his new mark, before joining his other hand in slipping under your top and sliding the material off you. Once your torso is bare, his lips start their journey down your body. One hand cups your breast, squeezing gently before rubbing circles over your quickly hardening nipple. You moaned as his trail of kisses leads his lips to your other nipple, your hips bucking into his when he gently sucks.  

He continued to lick and suck at your breasts, your nipples stiffening even further under his attention, before slowly sliding down your body, peeling your leggings and panties off as he goes. More kisses are peppered along your skin; across your belly, over your hip, and down one leg, but never getting too close to your core.

“Donnie please,” you whine, bucking your hips slightly. He chuckles but moves to lay on the bed, positioning your legs on either side of his head and shoulders. He trails more kissed down one leg and over your mound. Your legs flinch closed slightly when his warm breath ghosts over your folds, the anticipation making you jumpy.

“Hold yourself open for me, dove,” he commands gently, pausing to look up at you with a smile so soft that your heart throbs. ‘He’s so perfect,’ you think as you affectionately squeeze your thighs against his shoulders before holding them open as he requested.

He sighs contentedly and nuzzles into the soft folds of flesh between your legs; you could feel him inhaling the scent of your arousal.

His tongue flicked out and lapped at your clit as you whimpered softly, your mind going blank. He alters between gentle flicks of his tongue and short but harsh sucking, each passing second causing the band in your stomach to tighten. Your legs are shaking slightly, your breathing is heavy and labored, moans the only thing leaving your lips as you’re unable to form full sentences through the pleasure coursing through every inch of your body. One of his hands slides up your body, busying itself with gently pinching one nipple. You whimpered softly, hips bucking slightly before he pins them down with his other hand.

You were so close to finishing when he took his mouth away from your wet pussy, a needy whine leaving you as you throw your head back in frustration. His kisses your knee with a chuckle before crawling further up the bed, dipping his head to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Your breath caught in your throat as a small moan escaped you

As his lips brushed against yours, he grabs both of your breasts, kneading them and gently pinching your nipples. With a tilt of his hips, you feel him rubbing against your folds before settling at your entrance. One of his hands leaves your breast, tangling itself in the hair at the back of your head. With a nip to your lips, he leans back slightly, and starts to push his hips into yours.

“Keep your eyes on us,” he commands, tilting your head, forcing you to look towards where your bodies are connected.

You do as instructed, watching intently as his cock slips inside of you. His thick shaft fills you completely, stretching you open and giving you an intense feeling of fullness. He pauses for a moment once he bottoms out, enjoying your warmth, before slowly pulling back until only his tip is in you. With a harsh snap of his hips, he sets a steady pace that takes your breath away. Each thrust sends jolts of pleasure through your body, causing your eyelids to flutter.

His other hand leaves your breast to circle your clit. The pleasure is too much for you to handle; he rocks into you with slow but harsh thrusts. "Oh fuck," you whimpered softly, unable to form words properly with how good this feels. He continued expertly rocking into your core, only moving faster when your legs start to shake, and he feels you clenching around him. “I’m close,” you moan out, struggling to keep your eyes open to watch as he slides in and out of you, his cock glistening with your combined slick.

“Come on, dove. Wanna feel you cum on my cock,” he groans, tightening his grip in your hair. The pleasure grows between your legs, threatening to overwhelm you. Your hips buck wildly beneath him, and he grunts with each thrust.

Finally, you feel the band in your stomach snap; your eyes clench shut as your back arches, and obscene moan leaving your throat. He continues to harshly thrust into you, carrying you through your orgasm. He lets your head tilt back, allowing him to capture your lips in a bruising kiss and swallow your moans. The hand at your clit slows before moving to grip your hip tightly.

Just as your orgasm ebbs, and overstimulation starts to set it, you feel his thrusts falter and his body stiffen. A few more thrusts and then he bucks his hips, burying himself deep within you and letting loose a long, low groan that vibrates through your entire body. You feel his seed flood inside you, coating your insides with hot liquid, and you cling to him as he shudders against you.

A moment passes before you finally open your eyes again, seeing his face buried in your neck, breath coming quickly. Donnie moves to pull out slowly, until just the tip remains inside you before withdrawing all the way, leaving you gasping for air. He gently repositions your bodies until you’re both back on your sides, facing each other with your legs tangled together. With a sleepy smile, you nuzzle your nose into his neck, and you feel his arms tighten around you. “Are you feeling relaxed now, my love?” he asks, voice soft as he caresses your back.

[awkwardtortuga]

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An amazing read after a tough day! Just what I needed💜

Lust Potion No. 9

Donnie x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only, dub-con (character under influence of magical “drug”)

Stupid, stupid, stupid, Donatello berated himself mentally.

He should never have permitted you to come along. Just because it seemed like a normal, routine call over the scanner, he could never afford to let his guard down. You wouldn’t be in this state if he had done his job right and made you stay here in his lab while he checked it out.

An alarm system was set off at a nearby shop of antiquities and oddities. This close to Halloween, he assumed it was likely pranksters and volunteered to check things out. Leo agreed as long as he stayed in contact, but halfway down the tunnel, you caught up with the long limbed terrapin and begged to join him. He couldn’t say no when you gave him those big eyes. Especially when you had strategically tugged your top down to expose the top of your cleavage. He knew you were playing dirty, but what harm was it?

Plenty, as it turned out.

The two of you had managed to catch the culprit in the act, and the perp grabbed the first thing within reach behind the counter: a glass decanter filled with a dark liquid. You both ducked, and while it sailed over your head, Donnie was launching forward on quick feet. He leapt over the counter, narrowly missing the hooded thief by a margin of millimeters. The tall turtle began to give chase when the flying decanter struck the edge of the shelving above your head and shattered. You couldn’t stop your shriek as bits of sharp glass and the oddly fragrant contents of the bottle rained down upon you.

“Y/n!” Donnie yelped in worry.

Shards of glass nicked the exposed skin of your face and hands, leaving angry red scratches and the dark oily liquid seemed to seep into your flesh as soon as it touched you. It was a cool sensation at first, but you quickly began to feel heat bubbling up inside. It started in your chest and spread outward to your extremities. A whimper of fear warbled out of your throat as it settled down low in your womb. Your head snapped up as Donnie stopped his chase to check on you. Tears pricked your eyes as you stared up at your boyfriend.

“Are you alright?” he asked frantically.

The heat was getting worse and you doubled over. Donnie squeaked in alarm and began to check you for injuries. He was confused as to what was happening when he only found the small scratches, no bigger than your tiny pinky nail.

You moaned, “Don-ugh! It’s the stuff from the bottle,” pant, “it absorbed into my skin!”

It felt like a fire was literally in your loins as it grew hotter. Sweat rolled down your face and your breaths were uneven and shallow. You curled into his arms as Donnie lifted you, sprinting to get you back to his lab. The police could deal with the delinquent this time. Your life was more important. At some point in the frenzied trek back to the lair, you passed out.

Donnie checked your vitals and other than an elevated heart rate and temperature, everything looked normal. He hated to just draw blood from you without your consent but he figured you would forgive him this one time. You barely stirred as he drew two small vials of blood. He placed a cool washcloth on your neck to try and lower your body temperature, then set to work analyzing your blood.

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When you awoke, two things became achingly obvious.

First, the painful heat in your body had become an inferno of need. Your clit pulsed, your folds swelled, and your entrance weeped with tears of desire. Your hands instantly pushed down your pants and two fingers plunged deep while the other hand furiously circled your swollen nub, desperate for relief.

Second, your bleary eyes made out Donnie’s long, lean form bent over his microscope. How had you never noticed how nice his ass was? Was it always so round and bite-able? Your mouth began to water for a taste. You knew from experience that his cock was long and right now, you wanted to gag on it. Donnie was always so sweet and gentle with you. What would it be like if he lost control and really fucked you? The scream inducing, can’t walk tomorrow, bruised cervix, sore throat and marked skin kind of fucking. God, that would be so hot.

You licked your lips and sat up on the cot he had laid you down on, quietly tugging your clothes off. It was hot in the lab, and sweat was already rolling down your body. Odd, normally you needed a sweater or a blanket. Donnie still hadn’t noticed that you were awake, mumbling to himself as he adjusted the microscope. His gear was set over to the side, and his suspenders were hanging off his shoulders. All you needed to remove was his boots and his pants, and then you could have what you so badly wanted.

On quiet feet you crept, naked as the day you were born, stopping just behind him. You tapped your chin thoughtfully. It was too hard to reach around his shell, so in your potion-addled mind, it made perfect sense to get down and crawl under the table he was leaning over. Settling on your haunches, your little hands grasped the front of his pants and undid the button, swiftly pulling down the zipper.

“What the hell?!” Donnie shrieked, jerking back and losing his balance. The nearly seven foot tall mutant landed on his sexy backside and you immediately pounced. Confusion and worry warred on your boyfriend’s face as he registered that a very awake, very naked you was crawling over his legs and yanking at his pants.

“Y/n? Love? What are you doing? You should lay back down,” he admonished, pulling your hands off of him.

You nodded emphatically, “Yes, I’ll lay down once we get these damn cargo pants off.”

Donnie stared at you like you had lost your mind. He assumed that the liquid you had absorbed must be some kind of drug and you were just confused. Sitting up, he lifted you effortlessly and stood, walking back to the cot and laying you down. He had to pry your hands off his neck as you tried to pull him down with you. The pout you were sporting would make him laugh if he wasn’t so concerned over your state of mind.

“You don’t know what you’re doing, baby. Just lay back and rest while I figure out an antidote. This stuff in your system is strange. I’ve never seen anything like it,” he mused. “Are you feeling any discomfort?”

You practically snarled, “Yes! And I already know the antidote.”

The patronizing look Donnie gave you made you want to scream.

“Of course, sweetheart, and what would that be?”

You sat up suddenly, grabbing his still unfastened pants and his boxers, and jerked them down roughly. His gasp of surprise turned into a groan as you took his cock in your hand and squeezed. It took only seconds for it to harden in your grip.

“I need this dick, Donatello,” you growled out. “I need it right fucking now!”

With that, you slid your mouth over the rock hard appendage and took it deep into your throat. Bobbing your head, you ignored your gag reflex and kept sucking like your life depended on it. With every gag, you swallowed, constricting your throat around his length. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Donnie sounded like he was dying above you if his vocalizations were any indication. Struggling between doing what was right and finding a solution, or savoring the savage way you were sucking him off, he mumbled all manner of nonsense.

“Sweetheart, you should-ah-ah…stop,” he whimpered. “I need to-to finish analyzing-oh FUCK!”

Your hands had been grasping his ass cheeks and while he was attempting to push you away, you slipped a hand between your legs and coated two of your fingers in your own essence. He was distracted after a particularly hard suck and you took the opportunity to slide those two digits past the puckered ring of his anus. Donnie’s ass immediately clenched and you slid your free hand up and down his thigh comfortingly until he relaxed enough that you could move. You gently pumped your fingers in and out to a steady flow of pants and moans, music to your ears.

In the back of your mind, you knew you were behaving out of character but it just felt like the right thing to do. Donnie began to mumble that he was getting close and so you grabbed his hand and put it on your head to encourage him, and muttering a shallow apology, he grasped your hair with both hands and began to thrust his hips. You hummed happily, ready to drink it all down. Fingers still working his ass as he fucked your throat, you began to thrum your clit with your free hand. Donnie stiffened for a second and then he was battering your throat with his cock like you held the gates to heaven and he was hellbent to break through. Despite the slight pain, you welcomed it, and swallowed eagerly as his cum shot squirt after squirt. You continued to finger his ass until he was done, then slipped your fingers out as gently as possible.

Stumbling back, Donnie bent at the waist, hands on his knees, panting for breath. You wiped your grinning mouth but suddenly another wave of intense desire sent you curling in on yourself. Instantly alarmed, Donnie wrapped his arms around you.

“Y/n! Shit, I’m an idiot. I’ll work on the antidote,” he winced. “I’m so sorry!”

“No!” you whined, “Donnie, please! I-I-“

“Shhh,” he murmured, stroking your face.

Frustrated beyond belief and frankly, hornier than you had ever been in your life, you did something you never thought you were capable of. Donnie yelped as your teeth bore down on the side of his neck, biting and sucking at his emerald flesh. Your hips seemed to move of their own accord as you ground your pelvis hard against his thigh. It wasn’t enough. You grabbed Donnie’s hand and shoved it in between your bodies, trying to insert one of his large fingers within your aching cunt. His shocked curse was muffled as you latched onto his mouth, nipping his bottom lip and pushing your tongue between his lips. Unable to resist, Donnie kissed you back just as ardently, beginning to pump his finger in and out while rubbing your clit with his thumb.

You moaned as you rode his finger, craving the friction he provided. On the tip of his tongue, you could taste the promise of more. It was there, clawing its way to the surface, a side of your boyfriend that he had never allowed loose. You needed it right now, nothing else would relieve this inferno inside.

“Easy, love,” Donnie admonished, “you’re going to break my finger if you keep this up.”

You groaned, grabbing his face. Looking deep into his eyes, you poured all your desire into your throaty words.

“Then give me what I need, Donnie. I need to be fucked. Nothing sweet or… or gentle… or…dammit, FUCK ME HARD AND RAW!”

Donnie blinked, feeling his stomach flutter at the passion in your voice. His cock stirred again as if he hadn’t already nutted down your throat. He really should figure out what was going on with you, but god, you were a temptress and he wasn’t as strong as he wished. If you wanted a savage lover, he’d give you one.

You suddenly found yourself in the air as Donnie stood abruptly and spun you towards the wall of the lab. The cold concrete block was soothing to your heated flesh but couldn’t compare to the bliss of finally feeling your boyfriend’s long, talented tongue slithering through your aching folds. He held you by your hips while he crouched on his knees below you. Your feet dangled a couple of feet from the floor and you struggled to stay upright.

“Donnie, I can’t-“

Before you even finished the sentence, he had your thighs resting on his shoulders and his face buried between them. Your sigh of relief became a moan of pleasure as he expertly alternated from sucking your clit to flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. Your first orgasm was sudden and unexpected, causing your thighs to clench around his head. A deep churr rumbled up from his chest and he renewed his efforts even more voraciously. He lapped up all the slick sliding out of your center, then shoved his tongue deep for good measure. In and out, he tongue fucked you to another explosive release, curling just so and rubbing the elusive g-spot with vigor. He continued to lick until you came down from the dopamine induced high, then he stood.

“Hold onto me,” he growled out, and you were quick to obey.

His eyes were darkened with desire and his jaw was set in a determined line. You wrapped your legs around his trim waist and grabbed his shoulders. He braced his hands against the wall and you had just a short moment to admire his sexy toned arms before he plunged his long cock as deep as he could within your velvet walls. You cried out as he set a brutal rhythm. Donnie had always been gentle before, knowing his length could be painful for you. That was all out the window. Whatever had flipped in his brain, you were praising the powers above for it. It was a pleasure-pain you had never experienced before and holy hell, it was divine!

Harder and faster, he pumped his hips, grunting in your ear and muttering about how tight you were and how good you were taking him. It was the sexiest thing ever and you didn’t want it to end. Your moans seemed to spur him on and then suddenly, he hesitated. With a groan, he hooked one arm under one of your legs, opening you up wider. Then, with inhuman speed, he began to fuck you hard and deep. Your cries were shrill as you begged him not to stop, not that he thought he was even capable at this point. He was about to have the best orgasm of his life and he planned to take you with him. As he battered your cervix, he pressed his face into your neck, and gave one rumbled order, “Cum.”

Your body responded with an explosion of sensation that shook your legs, clenched your walls, and sent your eyes rolling back in your head. Donnie cursed vividly and creatively as he followed you into ecstasy. He strained against you as the last ropes of his seed coated your womb. He managed to stumble back to the cot, laying down heavily with you sprawled atop.

“That was incredible, Donnie,” you purred, rubbing against him like a contented cat.

Donnie chuckled, “Yeah, it definitely was. Once I catch my breath, I’ll get back to working on an antidote.”

You frowned and explained, “Babe, I’m good now.”

The fire was down to a dull roar below. The sex had done the trick as you had suspected. Then another thought entered your mind.

“Hey! Maybe you should try to to replicate it? I might like to have some more. Or you could try it next time,” you said, excitedly.

Donnie looked shocked for a moment, then a calculated gleam came into his eyes and a Cheshire grin spread his lips. A chance to play mad scientist and then have more mind-blowing sex with you? No way could he turn that down. Halloween may have just become his favorite season…..

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The shop keeper smiled into her scrying mirror. Another satisfied “customer”. Well, time to brew another batch of lust potion. The hooded thief wandered into the room, transforming back into his familiar form, a svelte black cat. He purred and rubbed his side against her legs.

“Well done, Dante,” she cooed, giving the familiar a little treat.

Power flowed from her fingertips as she chanted, charming the bottle and its contents to find its way to whoever needed it next.

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[awkwardtortuga]

One of my favorites💜 I love your writing! It inspires me to try writing again

Mm'Morning

Donnie x FemReader - NSFW

This is just pure smut, read at your own risk

Donnie stretched, finally getting some much-needed sleep when he felt a shift beside him. Peering down, he saw his gorgeous girlfriend y/n. Your hair was draped over your soft face he admired yet gently brushed an offending hair that looked to be tickling your nose. Your lips spread into a smile as he watched your eyes shift before your gorgeous irises bore into him. 

“Good morning, my sweet,” he placed a gentle, chaste kiss against your forehead before traveling kisses down the side of your face. 

“Mmm’morning,” your voice rough with sleep yet you couldn’t care as his kisses continued their path. His long tongue trailed a stripe down the sensitive skin of your neck and you let out another happy moan. Your body shifted to give him more access and unobstructed his pathway by shimmying out of your night shorts. 

“Love,” he drawled before blowing sweet kisses along your clavicle and then dipped the nip of velvet flesh of your tits. This was, by far, your favorite way to wake up. 

It was rare for your Donatello to stay, but last night, due to faulting plumbing under your sink, thank you shitty landlord, Donnie came to the rescue. Now, it’s the middle of winter and the roads were covered in ice and you just couldn’t bare Don to leave after, finally, getting him warm. In all meanings of the word. 

You refocused as his skilled fingers played with the lace edge of your lavender panties. His favorite. He tickled the edge once, twice, three times before dipping below to trace across your swollen clit as he simultaneously latched onto your nipple with a gentle suck. 

“Uhn,” your breathless gasp and the arching of your hips was all that he needed as confirmation to continue. He was also, very, aware that an opportunity like this, waking beside you in a warm bed, unbothered, was rare. He had planned to take full advantage of you and your environment. 

His expert, masterful fingers played you like a practiced musician, caressing, teasing and slipping between your soaked lips. His skill leaves you in absolute shambles as your body twitches and thrummed to the beat of your love. He cradles your body in gentle, loving arms yet worships your most intimate parts in a way that brings you over the edge into oblivion within a few minutes. A concept completely unheard of, and unobtainable, until the two of you met. 

“Dearest, I’m going to need you to come for me,” his sweet words were always sealed with kisses and it was all you needed. Your walls tightened around his thick digit as he cocked his finger just the right way to push you over. You saw white stars and your voice was quickly silenced by his hand. 

“Honey,” he called as your body continued to convulse around his finger as he caressed your slick entrance, “the neighbors.”

He teased.

He tickled.

He tempted.

How could you forget? The absurd amount of complaints you received after the first time you and Donatello, finally, got ahold of each other almost caused you to be evicted. Thank your lucky stars that Ms. Holly, your neighbor across the hall, vouched for you and is good friends with the Landlord. 

“Okay plum,” his voice pulled you back along with the feel of this finger circling your entrance before he slowly, so fucking slow, pushed past and entered you again. 

“Again.” He sped up, this time he reached even deeper, curling his finger and twisting in a way that brought you to your second orgasm in a matter of seconds due to your overstimulated body. The power he had over your body consumed you entirely and, honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Donatello’s confidence has only grown and at this point, he knows your body better than any machine he’s ever created. He know exactly what makes you tick, how to get you to where he wants and he’s never—

“Don—NIE!” Your body flooded, voice still muffled by his hand as your second orgasm hit hard. Your walls constricting so tight that his finger had nowhere to go but ride out your orgasm. Before your body even registered what dimension you were in, he flipped your body around and straddled your thighs. His large, velvety soft cock slapped against your ass. Don began to thrust, his slick cock sheathed between your cheeks as he fucked you like a cock sleeve. He loved to watch his cock peak from between your ass before completely disappearing again. One of his favorite sights was the way his thick, hard, looong cock pushed through your entrance and the way your voice always hitched as he entered your tight pussy. 

“Ahn, lo—ove,” there it is, you thought as your hips angled to help him drive even faster, his large hand holding your cheeks tight as he thrusted. 

“Fu—ahn, I need,” his breathless prayer was cut short as a deeper, more guttural, sound emitted through his chest.

“I need you to fuck me,” your request was understood as your hips shifted again to where his slick cock slipped past into your waiting cunt. He filled you so completely, there was nothing in this world that’d ever compare. He was perfect. 

Your vision quickly blurred, your face pushed deep into the pillows to muffle your moans. His deep thrusts shortened briefly as he kicked your knees further before lifting you to hold tight, rutting completely inside you. Your knees left the mattress and your lower half was suspended in the air. Every time he used his strength in this way, to dominate you, always, always drove you into delirium. He thrusted in pure, unadulterated lust. Donatello was in complete control, and he couldn’t help but admire the way your body called to him, you both past caring if the neighbors heard your love. His strokes came deep, hard and fast then as he felt you getting closer, he’d shorten his stride and slow his hips. He wanted this to last and he was nowhere near finished with you. This delicious torture continued, until your body was so light that you were worried that you were about to pass out. Your breath became shallow and quick, your brain fuzzy as drool dripped down your chin. You were ravenous. 

“Shi—Y/n, honey…” a resounding slap echoed throughout the room as his hips quickened again, his rhythm only heightening with each push and pull. 

“Come. I need to come,” your pants became a mantra as he sweetly whispered , ‘not yet,” over and over and ov—

“UHN!” 

“FUCK ME! DONNIEEE!” 

You body, still suspended in his strong hands, convulsed and twitched in his grip as strings of his hot come filled your body. He was still incredibly hard as his thrusts became shallow, pushing your g-spot each time. The sensations, everything, was overwhelming in every delicious way. The heat was unreal, the warm feeling pushing past and dripping out to coat your sheets. Your whole body was alive and flushed as tingling feelings resonated in your spread hips and your toes felt fuzzy. 

“Shh, princess, shhh,” he soothed as you hadn’t realized that you were crying. He bent and kissed each tear before kissing the edge of your lips, 

“You did so good, princess,” his whispered praise kissed into your skin as you nuzzled into his embrace, a grin plastered across your face. Your hips were gently placed back down onto the mattress and you knew you wouldn’t be able to walk as exhaustion overtook you. The last thing you remembered before you drifted off was the chaste kisses your purple-banded terrapin trailed down your spine. 

Absolute heaven. 

[awkwardtortuga]

There's some pretty good prompts here! If I could actually make myself sit down and write 🙃....

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

feel free to edit pronouns as needed! content warning for some strong language,  threats and implied violence.

to each other:

❝  you’re mine. only mine.  ❞

❝  i’m all yours.  ❞

❝  mine.  ❞

❝  yours.  ❞

❝  we belong to each other.   ❞

❝  you belong to me.  ❞

❝  i belong to you.  only ever you.  ❞

❝  i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you.  like you weren’t mine.  ❞

❝  you know i’m yours,  right?  i only have eyes for you.  ❞

❝  no one else is ever gonna have a chance with me.  you’re it.  you’re all i want.  ❞

❝  i chose you.  and i need you to trust that my decision is final.  trust me.  ❞

❝  wait are you jealous?  ❞

❝  aw,  baby.  it’s cute when you’re jealous.  ❞

❝  i don’t like the way they keep staring at you.   ❞

❝  i don’t like how they keep staring at me.   ❞

❝  are they making you uncomfortable?  i can do something about it.  ❞

❝  no one should even get to look at you unless you want them to.  ❞

❝  stop—  it’s okay.  they’re not worth your anger.  just kiss me.  ❞

❝  stop saying i’m jealous.  i’m not—  i just.  i don’t like having to share. ❞

❝  i’m not jealous,  who said i’m jealous?  ❞

❝  well if i’m all yours then kiss me like it.  ❞

❝  show everyone who i belong to.  ❞

❝  i’m gonna remind them you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that i’m yours.  ❞

❝  hey—  look at me.  why are you all upset?  ❞

❝  you can’t keep getting your feathers all ruffled when anyone else gives me attention.  ❞

❝  they don’t deserve you—  i don’t deserve you.  but at least i’m aware of it.  ❞

❝  i promise there’s no one else.  you have my heart completely.  ❞

❝  hey,  is this asshole bothering you?  ❞

❝  tell me you’re mine.  ❞

to a third party:

❝  get the fuck away from them!  ❞

❝  look at them like that again and you’ll won’t be seeing anything.  ❞

❝  don’t you dare touch them.  ❞

❝  yeah it’s time to walk the fuck away.  ❞

❝  you’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now.  ❞

❝  you heard them,  get lost.  ❞

❝  lucky for you,  i don’t wanna ruin their night.  but i see you sniffing around here again you might not be so fortunate.  ❞

❝  you wanna lose a limb?  beat it,  fucker.  ❞

❝  see,  i woulda left it alone.  but you made them fucking cry.  so now you’re gonna lose your eyes.  ❞

❝  hey,  they said ‘no.’  ❞

❝  hey asshole,  shut the fuck up or i’ll make you shut up.  ❞

❝  what did you just say to them,  you little shit?  ❞

❝  oh yeah.  now you’re all quiet.  not so bold when you’re not the toughest guy in the room,  huh?  ❞

❝  get lost.  ❞

❝  go.  ❞

❝  leave.  before my patience runs out.  ❞

❝  get the fuck outta their face.  ❞

❝  hey,  that’s enough.  ❞

actions:

[ CLAIM ]  for one muse to possessively place their hands on their shoulders or hips. 

[ HOLD ]  for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way. 

[ SHELTER ]  for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public. 

[ STAKE ]  for one muse to protectively and/or possessively stand behind the other to intimidate a third party. 

[ RESCUE ]  for one muse to intervene upon seeing a third party making the other one uncomfortable. 

[ CHASE ]  for one muse to interrupt and make a third party leave the other alone out of jealousy/possessiveness. 

[ TENSION ]  for one muse to get in a fight on behalf of the other. 

[ STOP ]  for one muse to break up a fight which started because of them. 

[ MEND ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from protecting them. 

[ SCOLD ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from fighting over them. 

[ CARESS ]  for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public.

[ TAKE ]  for one muse to passionately kiss the other,  fueled by jealousy. 

[ TAUNT ]  for one muse to flirt with a third party to try and get the other to act possessively. 

[ REMIND ]  for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for one muse to dominate the other due to possessiveness/jealousy. 

[ LINKED ]  for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public to stake claim. 

[ INTERTWINE ]  for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public in a comforting manner. 

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Got another commission to do Raph’s room so!! Here’s all of the speculative train car rooms that I’ve done! It was a long journey y’all

Mikey’s Room Post

Donnie’s Room Post

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📢 attention nerds 📢 we got character bios!

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10 reasons why self-shipping is good

1. It helps people who have a low sense of self-worth and makes them see themselves through the eyes of someone who would stick by them no matter what.

2. It’s a valid form of self-love.

3. People can use it as a coping method (example: someone still living in an abusive household and are unable to escape so they take solace in their favorite fictional world), or as a simple comfort method.

4. It can literally save lives.

5. There is no risk of infidelity, heartbreak, or even abuse and venereal diseases.

6. People can be legitimately attracted to fictional characters.

7. There’s no obligation to disregard your own feelings just to keep them happy or sacrifice important ambitions to stay with them.

8. Some people use the idea that their fave will be proud of them if they reach a certain goal as motivation.

9. For some people, self-shipping can help them find themselves.

10. It’s 100% harmless.

Oh, and contrary to what antis believe, self-shippers actually CAN distinguish reality from fiction, so miss us with that tired old argument.

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Reblog if you’re ok with receiving random letters from your f/o(s) via anon messages!

That way other self-shippers will know that you’re ok with it and won’t have to awkwardly wonder “is this creepy or will they enjoy it?” :’D

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Good morning

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Free Printable

as per request, here’s a printable of my last post. if you have trouble downloading it directly from tumblr, you can also download it here! thanks for the love! if you print it out link me a picture, i’d love to see x

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Day Off (Connor, DBH short story)

I absolutely love Detroit: Become Human, and decided what better way to practice writing after taking a break than to write about my favorite detective? This is my first time focusing on a male, non-reader, character so please forgive me if it is rough! 

As always, since I do not have a beta reader, I welcome constructive, but kind, criticism. 

It was strange, at first, for Connor to receive a paycheck from the DPD. While he knew he deserved it, he was still shocked when the white envelope was placed in his hand by the courier. It was in that moment that he realized he did not know what he would spend the money on. Since he was living with Hank, who wouldn’t accept rent from the android, Connor quickly procured quite the savings. When you have no bills, such as utilities or groceries, income builds up rather quickly.

Time off was another work-related thing that caught Connor off guard. Having only left CyberLife when he was needed for an investigation, Connor never had to come up with ways to entertain himself when he wasn’t working. On his first day off, Connor walked around Hank’s home aimlessly for a while before deciding to take Sumo for a walk. While they both enjoyed the walk, it wasn’t enough to occupy Connor for all of his day off. Next, he tried to watch some TV but became bored only after a short while. There’s only so much news and drama a person can take, android or not. It was then that Connor decided to look over Hank’s bookcase.

With no need to eat or take care of other bodily functions, Connor was able to read one to three books a day, depending on the size of each book. Hank mostly owned true crime and history books which Connor came to enjoy. After little more than a month Connor finished reading the books in the house, and realized he preferred reading actual books to reading a book on the eReader. When he asked Hank about where a good place would be to buy more books, the man suggested checking out the local library first.

After looking at said library’s website, Connor printed and filled out the form before heading to the building on his next day off. The form asked for basic information, such as his name, occupation, and place of residence. Nowhere on the form did Connor see mention of needing proof of residence, which is why he was confused when the clerk shoved the form back at the android.

“No proof of residence, no library card,” the man said smugly, with a smirk on his lips. It was clear he took satisfaction in denying the android. He was a young man who didn’t have any defining features as he is in a graphic tee-shirt and jeans. If he weren’t behind the circulation desk and wearing a name-tag, he could pass for a visitor.

“A proof of residence would include a lease or bill with my name on it. I have neither of those,” Connor informed the man calmly. “Is there some other information I can provide instead?”

A glare took residence on the young man’s face. “Those are the rules. There’s no exceptions, even for an android.” The last word left the man’s lips as a sneer. Connor could tell there was no reason continuing the conversation and turned to leave with the form in hand. He takes a few steps before a question stops him.

“Is everything alright, sir?” A soft voice asks. When he turns around, he sees a young woman standing behind the circulation desk. She is a sharp, but welcoming, contrast to the young man. Her hair is done neatly in a bun and her outfit is business casual. Her glasses sit ever so slightly crooked on her nose, and the lenses make her eyes appear big and round. It crosses his mind that she could be considered attractive by many men’s standards.

She smiles at him before turning slightly to give the man a look that Connor can't quite place. Annoyance, maybe? It hints that this isn't the first time she's had this issue arise. As she turns, Connor gets a glimpse of her name-tag.

“Yeah, ___. I was just explaining that it doesn’t have the needed documentation for a card,” the man speaks up tersely, tensing up at the woman’s presence. Connor has to suppress a smile as the man takes a small step back, trying to put some space between himself and the woman.  At his sentence, (Y/N)’s eyebrows raise, and the annoyed look intensifies. When she turns to address Connor again, the annoyance has been replaced with a warm, but tense, smile.

"Can I look at your form, sir?" she asks, holding out a dainty hand. When Connor hands her the form, she scans at it quickly before smiling and glancing back at him, "Oh, so you're a police officer?"

"I am a detective at the Detroit Police Department," Connor confirms, showing her his badge. He can’t help but notice how she stands on the tips of her toes, slightly leaning over the counter, to get a better look at it.

"Well, I don't see a problem with issuing you a library card, then," she says triumphantly, pushing the now angrier young man aside and typing away at the computer. The man stumbles and sputters angrily.

"You can't do that! We need a proof of residence, which it doesn't have." The man hisses, jabbing a finger into the counter. 

(Y/N) stops typing, and glares at him over the rim of her glasses. "We both know how difficult that is for androids. If they provide an address of where they work, we can issue them a card,” she says firmly. “Now, why don’t you go shelve some books?”

Once the young man stomps away, she signs and smiles shyly at Connor. “I’m really sorry about that. I’ve explained that to him a million times, and he still tries to deny people cards.”

“No harm done,” Connor responds, watching as she continues to type his information. “Thank you for coming to help. I have been looking forward to getting a library card all week.”

“It was my pleasure,” she responds sincerely, smiling at him again. Once she finished logging his information, she takes his picture and prints his card. 

After explaining the rules of the library, she helps him find several books. While he was mostly interested in crime novels, he picked up a mystery and science fiction novel at her suggestion. While the description on the back of the books didn’t impress him, Connor liked how her eyes lit up when she talked about them before stopping herself to prevent “spoilers”.

As he walked away from the library, large stack of books in hand, he was glad he took Hank’s advice instead of spending all his savings at a bookstore.