#eli x donnie

[knightish-angel]

forgot I had this, idek if u guys want it but cjdndksk-

(credit to my friends for the idea btw 💕)

[autisticenbydonnie]

Sssshhh, they're sleeping,,

An art trade I did w/ @knightish-knight

[irenic-raccoon]

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[averagewriter-inthedark]

SFW Alphabet—Donny Donowitz | IB headcanon

Link to my IB masterlist

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Affection is Donny’s weakness. Whether it be giving or receiving he is always wanting to touch you in some way. This could be his arm around your shoulders while Aldo is debriefing the squad, your head on his shoulder by the campfire, or light kisses to the forehead before a stressful situation.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Being friends with Donny is basically signing up for chaos. He’s the type who would suggest doing stupid shit and you have to follow in order to ensure he doesn’t kill himself doing it. Laughing to the point of ab cramps is the best way to describe moments with Donny as your bestie.

The friendship started before you two shipped off to France. You were probably the squad’s nurse or high ranking next to him and Aldo that you guys interacted more than with the Basterds. The friendship sorta naturally happened to the point it’s hard to even put a date on when it started.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Physical touch is the mans love language so of course he likes to cuddle. Holding you in his arms with the radio playing while you two doze in and out of sleep is the best feeling in the world. “Doll,” he’ll make grabby hands at you, “c’mere let me hold ya.” He’s the big spoon obviously, but also he likes when he’s laying on his back and you’re curled into his side.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Hell yeah Donny wants to settle down—the literal dream for him is to own a home with you in a nice area where you two get to grow old together. You two would likely run the barber shop or another business and be the couple who give back to the community.

Donny, surprisingly, is a descent cook. Really he specializes in certain dishes that are family recipes. And best believe he can stir up some smacking pasta. You never have to worry about a messy home or kitchen because the Army embedded it into his brain that orderliness and cleanliness is essential…..except on Sundays. That’s y’all’s break day.

E = Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d rather scalp himself than end things with you. If anyone is gonna break hearts, Donny will sacrifice his own to prevent you from experiencing it.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Being a bachelor was honestly what Donny expected he’d be all his life. Yeah he dated and had flings but never did it occur to him he’d want to settle down and build a future with someone. When you came along it was like he had an awakening. Immediately he saw the house with a yard full of animals, kids running around the premises and a ring on his finger. After you two got engaged Donny wasn’t quick to rush a wedding especially since you two had just returned to the states. He wanted to work as much as he could to give you the wedding of your dreams.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite being a giant beefy man that he is, Donny is very gentle. His touch is like feathers and always carefully handled as to not hurt you. Anytime you’re sad or distress his approach with you is cautious. Asking questions like, “Do you need to talk or want to be alone?” Whatever you decide he’ll respect even if it means walking away to give you space.

H = Hugs (do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Are you kidding this man lives and breathes for hugs. He gives the best hugs of the Basterd (Wicki coming a close second) so you take any chance you can to hug him. Donny won’t even hesitate when you ask for one or he’ll simply bring you into an embrace he notices you’re under distress.

I = I love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

Considering he realized he loved you in the middle of a legit war, Donny probably said it quick. And by quick I mean right when it hit him like a truck. You two had been best friends by that point to he was worried to an extent it would crumble before his eyes. But to his utter surprise you said, “Oh, Donny, are you blind? I’ve been waiting for you to say something forever! I love you too, you rascal.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Okay so while he hardly gets jealous when the Basterds or his friends playfully flirt with you, he WILL become a different person when someone he hates tries to swoon you. Of course he’s confident in y’all’s relationship and knows you’d never betray him, he just fucking hates when an asshole attempts to get your attention. “Jealous again, baby?” “NO……maybe.”

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kisses with Donny are best described as ‘cheeky’. He’ll send you a smirk with eyes reading, ‘Imma kiss you right now,’ before smacking his lips against yours or your cheek before running away. You can’t help but giggle when he does because it’s so adorable and always puts a smile on your face. Your lips and jaw are his favorite places to kiss, however, when he’s feeling frisky Donny will trail his mouth down your neck and collarbones. For him, the Sargent loves to be kissed on the lips as well. He’ll never admit it but Donny is a sucker for when you kiss his chest.

L = Little ones (how are they around children?)

Donny is amazing with children. It’s one of the things you love about him. Even if you two do not plan to have children he loves to spend time with nieces/nephews and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the type to teach the kids in your neighborhood how to play baseball. He’d also offer discount and free haircuts to the children and teens who cannot afford one. If you do have/adopt kids, then expect Donny to be the best father ever. Always attending their school functions and sport games (most likely baseball) and taking your kids to the zoo, museum, Red Sox games, etc. He is their #1 supporter and will do whatever possible to make them happy.

M = Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

During the war y’all’s mornings started bright and early at the ass crack of dawn. Donny would be the first one up considering he was in charge of getting the Basterds into formation, but he’d make sure to give you a kiss on the head as a good morning before leaving. When there is the rare chance of staying in an inn or motel then he’s all over you with cuddles and waking you up with kisses.

Back home in the states Donny is the type who will put the coffee on the pot as soon as he wakes up to get you a coffee before your eyes open. Then if he has time he’ll run to the cafe by the corner of your street to get your favorite breakfast. “Is that what I think it is?” “Only the best for my baby this fine Sunday morning.”

N = Night (how are nights spent with them?)

I can see Donny as a night owl. Really it was a result of the late nights overseas where he had to keep watch of the camp. The habit carried over when he returned home in which he would stay up listening to the radio or reading a book. You’d have to force him to come to bed—-often making him a warm cup of milk or run a bath. But once his head hit the pillow mans is out like a light and holding you to his chest.

[michelle-is-writing]

Relax, Donny Donowitz

I tried my best with German in this imagine as I know a little (just basics), so if there are any corrections that need to be made, please message me! Thank you!

Warning: violence, Nazis, death, brutality with a bat, gunfire, ending is a bit NSFW 

Word count: 2.1k~

For a week, the basterds had nothing to do. The very person they were trying to find had seemingly gone on holiday, and no information on where he had travelled to was available to us. As soon as he left, it seemed as if the world itself had calmed down. The men were finally able to write and send out their letters to their mothers and loved ones at home while others were left to rest and catch up on what was going on in the world that didn't involve the ongoing war or guns.

Specifically, Donny enjoyed the first few days of freedom from his duties as we were all able to stay at a hostel for that week and rest. The hostel was run by a kind man who, come to find, also hated the current ongoing regime in his home country. Because of this, he was more than willing to help the basterds in our mission.

Donny and I both got to have breakfast with each other every morning, and later on, we had the ability to get lost in each other in nothing but the bed sheets and moonlight without the possibility of anyone walking in or complaining. In a way, we got to finally act like a normal couple for once in a very long time. It was just us to ourselves, and we weren't complaining.

However, on the fifth day of rest, Donny seemed tense, almost irritated. He woke up, sat at the breakfast table, and drank coffee with me while I jotted down status reports on the missions we completed. Being the Basterd's (I guess you could say) secretary, it was my job to do such things. I wrote down information about soldiers and their lives, mission statuses and details, and even small facts about the Basterds themselves. Being the fiancé of the infamous "Bear Jew," my job was mildly easy as my source of information was usually right beside me when given the chance.

For Donny, on the other hand, his work mostly entailed beating the enemies to a pulp with his bat in hand or just simply shooting them. It was a way for him to release any fury and anger he held, while at the same time, protect his country and everyone involved in it. The opposing side was always his target, and if he were to see any of them at any time, he would surely pull back on his trigger and release the fire held within him.

"Donny, what's the matter?" I ask him, looking up from my papers to stare at the handsome man in front of me. In his usual attire, he's hot, but when he's dressed in nothing but a simple pair of cotton pants, the matching button-up top thrown off long ago, he looks absolutely delectable.

"I work too much," he simply answers, staring down at his cup of coffee, not an ounce of sugar or cream in the dark liquid. "I'm so used ta missions and fighting that... I kinda forgot how ta relax," he adds on with a small laugh as he turns his attention to look at me.

Smiling, I ponder through my thoughts for a few seconds before standing from the table and walking over to him. As soon as I’m within arms length of Donny, he pulls me close and sits me in his lap where he immediately begins pressing feather-like kisses against the exposed skin of my arm while his rough hands dance across my bare thighs. Just like his shirt, my pants had been long forgotten about as well.

"What if we had some fun today?" I suggest, instantly receiving Donny's eager lips on my neck. Before he can fully begin in his actions, I stop him with my hand on his head and a smile on my lips. "Not that type of fun," I quickly reiterate, gaining a groan of protest from the man.

"What if we went to a field and played... baseball?" I ask him, looking down to see him with an eyebrow raised questionably.

"Baseball?" He repeats the word in a question-like voice. "I haven't played that since we were in Boston," A few seconds pass before he smiles. "Although, I guess it would fun playing with you."

Almost immediately, he stands from his chair with me still in his arms. I can't help but giggle and wrap my arms around his neck even tighter, just as he likes it. I have to enjoy these moments with Donny because I never know when I'll be able to repeat them, or if I’ll get them again. Sometimes, missions can draw on from one week to one month, and during that time, the feeling of loneliness is inevitable. When you're so used to someone's warm arms around you all the time, you can't help but yearn for that when they're away.

Getting dressed was a hassle with Donny trying to kiss me at any chance he got, but I guess it isn't any different from what he's been doing for the past few years. Before leaving, we gathered his bat (free of any enemy blood, of course) and a ball the hostel keeper had lying around. We then traveled out to a field not too far from the inn, no one else out in the field despite the sun being out and the weather pleasant. I wasn’t going to complain, however; that leaves it all to Donny and me to enjoy ourselves.

Smiling at the dark haired man, I pitch the ball to him which he skillfully hits, letting him score a home-run while I run to get the ball, ultimately running out of air as I run back. "Woo-hoo!" Donny shouts, victoriously throwing his arms in the air as he stands at the base. "Still got it, baby, yeah!"

"Oh, quiet down!" I tease him, hunching over to catch my breath as he quickly heads over to where I stand. Donny merely grins at my comment before I raise back up, still a bit out of breath. Placing my hands on my hips, I watch as Donny's smile turns into a focused frown, his eyes cast toward the forest behind me. Turning my head, I don't see anything, but my ears do catch something.

"Do you hear that?" Donny asks, receiving a nod back from me. Without a second thought, he takes my hand in his before walking toward that secluded part of the woods, not forgetting to grab his bat he dropped when he first hit the ball. Walking closer to the tall trees, I pick up more on what the noise is. It's people talking to each other in another language.

"Is that German?" Donny asks me, receiving another nod. Stopping beside a big pine, I try to listen in on the conversation. "Can you understand it?" He whispers.

"I think," I answer him. Aside from Hugo, I also serve as a translator to the Basterds for German having learned it in my youth. Leaning my head closer to sounds, I can hear the conversation more, but only bits and pieces.

"Zwei Leute,"

"Two people," I say the translation.

"Juden,"

"Jewish,"

"Feuer… Haus,"

"Fire... house,"

My eyes widening, I look back at Donny. "I think someone's talking about setting a house on fire," I tell him, his widening just like mine before he crawls through the forest with me beside him. Taking slow and quiet steps, we try to be as silent as possible as we soon find the owners of the voices. Sure enough, the two men sharing the conversation are decked out in Nazi attire, the bands on their arms giving them away immediately. As the two smoke cigars, they point out toward the part of the field that leads out to the civilian life. Looking around the rest of the woods, I don't see anyone else, and since the sun is bright out today, I'm pretty confident that the two are by themselves.

"When I say three, toss the ball in the air," Donny whispers, successfully avoiding gaining attention from the two enemies. Walking a few steps behind me, he swings his bat low to the ground as if he were readying it. "Stay there," He tells me, before counting down. "One... two... three," With the last number, emitting from his lips, he whistles loudly as I toss the ball into the air.

Right as both of the nazis turn to look at us, Donny swings his bat at the ball, successfully hitting the ball and making it fly into one of the Nazi's in the head. While the first nazi stumbles backward, now unconscious, the second one reaches for his gun, but he's too slow as Donny wastes no time in running up and hitting the man in the stomach before spinning and hitting him in the back of his head with the wooden instrument. Just like his fellow cretin, he falls to the ground as well, except in his case, his heart stops beating and body convulses in response to Donny's harsh hit.

Giving him one more hit on the ground, Donny moves on to the other man, turning him on his back so he can face him. Ripping the gun from the man's side, Donny tosses it over to me where I grab it and ready it, just in case. Donny then aggressively slaps the man repeatedly who wakes up on the fifth hit with a bloody nose.

"Wake up, sleepy head!" Donny taunts, the Bear Jew coming out in full force. The man holds his hands up to protect himself, making Donny laugh. "Give us your mission details, you piece of shit," Donny says to the man, only to receive a weird look. He must not speak English.

Walking up to the two, I get on the same level as Donny before holding the tip of the welrod to the man's neck, his eyes flashing in fear in response to a gun he stole being pressed against his neck. "Gib uns die stadtplan, oder wir schneiden deine kopf ab," I tell the man, speaking full German.

Eyes wide, the man shakily reaches down and takes out a piece of paper, but I can tell that isn't the map. Cocking the gun, I aim it toward his knee cap without looking and shoot, the only sound following being the man's cry of pain thanks to the gun's built-in silencer.

"Der echte eins," I demand, seeing Donny in the corner of my eye smirking.

"Kapitulation, kapitulation!" The man cries out, pulling another paper out of his jacket pocket. Yanking it from the man's grasp, I flip it open and see the familiar cities around Belgium, the Imperial Eagle stamped onto specific locations such as public buildings and flats.

"Thank you," I mutter, walking backward as I stare at the map more. Over the top of the page, my eyes catch Donny quickly break back into his badass persona before beating the nazi's face to a pulp with each brutal swing of his bat. Once he's done, he wipes the blood from his face and walks over to me where he peers down at the piece of paper in my hands.

"Can't bring you anywhere," I joke, handing him the map to look over. Smiling, I press a kiss against his lips, quickly receiving one back before he pulls me close to him. "Work just seems to follow you."

"You're the one who finds all'ar missions, baby," He responds, smirking as he kisses my cheek. "And it looks like you found the rest of 'em for all of Belgium," With the discovery, Donny seems happy and almost proud in a way. Looking back at the map with him, I find myself sighing a little. Our long weekend is over, but at the same time, the Basterds are closer to their victory, and Donny's got his mojo back.

“Just warn me next time you decide to shoot a man in front of me.” Donny’s voice breaks me away the map and over to him as he now stands behind me. I raise an eyebrow at him curiously, but he simply continues smirking before leaning his face into my neck and pressing his hips into mine, something hard and eager poking into my back. “Almost fucked you right here in the forest, babe,” I gasp, just in time for him to bite at my neck harshly. “You really have no fucking clue.”

Translations :

Gib uns die stadtplan, oder wir schneiden deine kopf ab,

Give us the map, or we rip your head off,

Der echte eins,

The real one,

Kapitulation, kapitulation!

Surrender, surrender!

Welrod: Welrod was a European gun made during the Second World War

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Soft, Warm and Snug | Donny Donowitz x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: This is kind of stupid, but can you write something where the reader knits a blanket for Donny Donowitz and he likes it? I need fluff in my life right now lol. Also, I’ve always been made fun of for knitting and I just want someone to appreciate it 😭 -💜

summary: you've always liked knitting, but it's only when the war ends that you're able to actually sit down and knit something for your boyfriend that isn't all patchwork and mismatched colours.

tws: swearing

Finding wool was a pain in the ass if you were honest, now that the war was won and everyone had gone home, you were left looking for scraps of wool with what you could use to get any; little scraps of money, leftover ration stamps, pieces of fabric or material that you no longer needed. But you did manage to get enough, roughly sizing up how big your boyfriend was before you set to work; he didn't question it a lot, Donny knew you liked to knit and back when you were serving as Basterds, he would sometimes pick a little up here and there. Aldo still wore the scarf you made for him. Wicki still wore the gloves you had knitted. Hugo still had the hat that had taken you much longer than it would have before the war. Of course, all of them were mismatched and patchwork, Donny could never find the same colours reliably; but you were grateful for that, as while Hugo would sharpen knives and Donny would chop wood, you always sat near the fire and knitted with broken needles. It kept morale up, and it kept you busy; it kept your mind away from the horrors you would eventually see and had already seen.

Even now, if you had a sleepless night, tortured by the things you had seen and had witnessed others do, you would sit down and you would knit to keep your mind off of it; you got bored with making socks and hats, though, and you decided that you would knit Donny a blanket. Sure, it was still summer and the days were hot and humid and the nights were much the same, it was too hot to use blankets, but you wanted to do something nice for him; it took you ages to gather up enough wool of the same colour, and it took you a good while to knit it, but when you had it finished, you could not have been prouder. It was green, the type of green that reminded you of the stems of daffodils, of the bushes and trees that surrounded the houses near the water and the bridge, of the grass amongst the mountains and the fields where the adders basked in afternoons. You hoped he would like it.

For days, you kept the blanket folded up in the spare bedroom, hidden away amongst yours and Donny's uniforms and the medals and the diaries and just about everything else you had brought back; you kept it beneath his uniform, waiting for the end of the week. When it rolled around, though, you were more than nervous; sitting on the sofa with it on your lap, bouncing your leg and smoking too many cigarettes until he came home, running a hand through his hair and smiling tiredly at you. The only work he could get was at his father's barbershop, and the days were long, but he always managed to smile when he came home to see you.

"Hey, baby," you smiled, waiting for him to sit down before you shifted in your seat and cleared your throat, putting the blanket in his lap. "I, uh... I know it's summer and it's a bit hot for it, but uhm, I made you a blanket."

Unfolding it, Donny laughed as he looked over it, running his hands down the soft and warm wool before turning to you with a grin. "It's fuckin' amazin'!"

You raised your brows, hopeful and optimistic. "Yeah?"

"Yeah!" He chuckled, dropping it in his lap and cradling your face in his hands so that he could kiss you, all excitement and eagerness so obvious that it couldn't be missed.

He loved it. He loved that it reminded him of winter baseball fields, and that it felt like the blanket his father used to put around his shoulders when it was cold, he loved that it was warm as the kitchen on days when his mother cooked, he loved that it was big enough to snuggle into, he loved it. The colour was his favourite thing about it, though; calling his mind back to messing around with his friends in the middle of the night, sneaking out to sit in the park where the green metal bench was, where he had carved his and his friends' initials into it when they were teenagers. He loved it, and he was going to make it known, determined to make it known.

"It's so fuckin' perfect," Donny breathed out, admiring it yet again when he looked down at it on his lap, running his fingers across it time and time again, grinning like he had been given the best news of his life, so gentle when he touched it as if it meant everything in the world to him. "So fuckin' perfect..."

"I'm glad," you laughed softly, daring to rest your hand on his shoulder. "You like the colour, though, right? It took me ages to find and-"

"The colour is fuckin' brilliant," he admitted, daring to steal another kiss. "Really, (y/n), it's amazing."

"I can make you another, if I can get my hands on some more wool," you shrugged.

"Would you, uh..." he scratched the back of his neck as he blushed a little. "Would you be able to make me some socks?"

You nodded, all too eager. "Yeah! Of course!"

You were sick and tired of knitting socks, if you were honest, but the look in those big brown eyes made you fall for it, grinning and stealing another kiss.

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@knightish-knight created the most amazing oc, Elijah, and I love him so much. Here is a little taste of Eli and Rise!Donnie from a tactical au. Knight, it is my honor to write for these two. Love you so much bestie. 😘 (Thank you for the title @thelaundrybitch) Also mention of “Chibani” who is an OC belonging to @beckerboopin

Artwork of Eli and Donnie by @knightish-knight ⬇️

•Cock, Paper, Scissors…I win•

Tactical Rise!Donnie x OC Elijah

Warning: Language and NSFW content 18+ only

Eli blinked. Did he hear that correctly? Donnie was staring at him expectantly, one sassy hand on his trim hip.

“Wait, you need me to go with you…where?”

Donnie rolled his eyes with an exaggerated sigh, grabbing Eli’s wrist to tug him down the hallway. Eli, for his part, was entirely confused. Why would Donnie need his help in the supply closet? Can he not carry a pack of post-it notes by himself?

Donnie groused to himself as he dragged Eli down the back hallways, easily avoiding the route most people would take. It was all he could do to not rationalize his way out of this. But dammit, he couldn’t get the guy out of his head! How the fuck was he supposed to get anything done when his brain was hyper fixated on a long body riddled with moths and snakes and other things he shouldn’t find endearing but god. His mouth watered at the thought of discovering what other delightful pictures were hiding under Eli’s clothes.

Eli puzzled over the soft shell’s determined stride. Not that he minded, of course. Just feeling that large hand squeezing his wrist was doing things to him. What would that tight grip feel like down-

Suddenly, Donnie jerked him out of his thoughts when he opened the door and roughly shoved Eli inside. A box of pens fell off the shelf, scattering all over the floor, as his elbow bumped into it. Stunned and confused, he heard the click of the door latch and blinked at the sudden brightness of the overhead bulb.

“What the hell, Dona-“ he sputtered, words choked off as he was spun around and shoved against the shelving unit.

Donnie’s eyes were wild, that much he could see before the turtle grabbed his jacket collar in both hands and smashed his mouth onto Eli’s. As Donnie’s tongue pushed through his eager lips, Eli had the random thought that perhaps they weren’t here for post-it notes.

Donnie felt his stomach clench at his first taste of Eli. Coffee and…what was that? He coaxed Eli’s tongue into his mouth and sucked, drawing a moan from the other man. Licorice! That’s right, Eli always kept his favorite candy in his pocket. His hands dropped to Elijah’s hips and he pressed even closer, devouring every gasp greedily. He knew he was being demanding but fuck if he could help himself. His possessive nature was begging him to capture and claim. When Eli’s arms slipped around his neck, hands tangling in his bandana tails, Donnie growled in triumph.

Eli sucked in a quick breath as the turtle’s lips trailed fire down the side of his neck. He was dizzy with the turn of events and his brain was struggling to keep up with his body. He tilted his head to the side to give him more access, feeling chills break out all over his skin with each nip and lick. Donnie’s hot breath in his ear was almost too much. Eli grabbed the sides of his head and jerked him back to his hungry mouth. Apparently, Donnie approved as he threw himself wholeheartedly into the kiss.

Donnie’s mind was always so loud. A hundred thoughts a minute in rapid succession, ideas and blueprints assaulting him with every breath, but right now? Everything was Eli. Don’s senses were overwhelmed with the taste and smell, the softness of his skin, and the barely audible whimper coming from his throat. These last few months of watching the beautiful Elijah with his dark messy hair, delicate cheekbones, and those fucking eyes that always seemed to see too much, it all came down to this. Donatello wanted to swallow him whole. The human male had him twisted around his little pinky and he didn’t even know it.

Donnie slipped his hands under the tight black T-shirt that had been plaguing his mind all damn day and grasped the waistband of Eli’s skinny jeans. Every pull of his lips sent bolts of desire straight to his groin and it took everything he had not to drop yet. He needed to calm himself down if he wanted to draw this out long enough to enjoy it. He pulled back finally and pressed his forehead against Eli’s, both of them out of breath. Donnie chuckled quietly as Eli continued to play with the tails of his bandana. His heartbeat drummed in his head and he forced himself to take deep, even breaths. His hands were still splayed on the human’s bare waist and his thumbs rubbed back and forth lightly. He couldn’t quite bring himself to look into Eli’s eyes just yet. Eli waited patiently, unsure what he should do.

“Is this, you know, okay?” Donnie finally muttered.

Eli flinched at the sudden break in silence, feeling his face flush. He cleared his throat, but decided just to nod in answer. He had a distressing feeling that his voice might squeak if he tried to speak.

Donnie seemed to understand, relaxing fractionally as he continued, “Yeah? Okay. Okay, so…keep going?”

Eli gulped hard. The second he began to nod again, Donnie hitched his right leg up and around his hip. Off balance, Elijah responded by grasping the turtle’s shoulder and Donnie took the opportunity to haul the other leg up as he pressed them harder into the shelves. Eli wanted to protest the sharp edge biting into his back but Donnie’s hands were now free to continue their exploration so he kept his mouth shut.

Donatello held tightly onto the last shred of his self control but it was rapidly slipping out of his grip. His cock ached from behind his slit and he could feel the dampening of his pants as fluid leaked from the straining bulge. He bucked his hips experimentally and was rewarded with a high pitched gasp.

“Say my name,” he growled into the soft flesh of Eli’s neck.

Eli trembled in his arms, a shuddered breath escaping as he whined, “D-Donnie.”

The mutant growled and nipped at his ear with teeth much sharper than Eli expected. Another roll of his hips, and Eli felt his cheeks flush as his own body betrayed him. There was no way that Donnie couldn’t feel the way Eli hardened at his ministrations. As if reading his mind, this time when Donnie bucked, he rolled his hip to the left, purposefully brushing Eli’s cock firmly.

Desperate for more contact, Donnie shoved Eli’s jacket down his shoulders and pulled his black T-shirt over his head. Fucking hell, did Eli look good with his wavy hair all mussed and wild. Taking the extra seconds to remove his own tee, Donnie was quick to press plastron to bare chest. Another bruising kiss assaulted Eli’s lips, then Donnie pulled back to give him a heated look.

“Again,” he hissed, “be a good boy and say my name, again.”

He punctuated his words with one more hard jerk of his hips, his eyes devouring the flush of Eli’s cheeks down to the flex of his abs. Eli looked completely wrecked and they had barely gotten started.

Eli could hear his heart pounding in his ears, making it hard to focus. Donnie was intimidating and overwhelming and it didn’t help that Eli had been salivating for a taste of the turtle man. But the moment he heard “be a good boy” fall out of that sinful mouth, it was over. If Donnie wanted a good boy, he’d give him one. All his years of servicing others, and he was going to use his knowledge and experience to bring this mutant to his knees.

Donnie was watching him and saw the moment that something changed in Elijah’s expression. A world weary confidence straightened his spine and Eli leaned forward to purr sultrily in his ear, “Dona…tello.”

That’s when Donnie felt his self control snap.

There was no stopping it now. Donnie’s cock had a mind of its own as it slid free of its confines. Donnie bit off a curse as he watched Eli realize what was pressing into his lower belly. That knowing smirk got under his skin and he wondered when he had lost command of the situation. Time to get it back.

Donnie took a step back and let Eli’s legs drop to the floor. It took him all of two seconds to have Eli’s belt unfastened, shoving his pants and underwear to his ankles. A glimpse at the young man’s face revealed that he had accomplished his goal of catching him off guard. Bringing his attention back down, Donnie dropped to his knees. The choked gasp above spurred him on as he eyed the cock bobbing before him. He leaned forward with his tongue lolling out, and at the last second, he shifted to the left.

Eli let out the breath he was holding and quirked a brow in confusion. Then, the tip of Donnie’s tongue found purchase on his thigh, tracing the curve of Eli’s long snake tattoo up to where it ended over his clenched abs.

Donnie chuckled quietly at the huff of surprise. Teasing Eli might have just become his new favorite pastime. He turned his head slightly, dragging his snout up the side of Eli’s shaft and breathing in his unique musk. His mouth watered for a taste and there were few things that Donnie would deny himself if he wanted it. He opened his mouth wide and without preamble, sunk down until Eli bumped the back of his throat.

Eli clapped a hand over his mouth. After the strangled sound he just uttered, he no longer trusted himself to be quiet. He didn’t expect this. Typically, clients expected him to do all the sucking. Why would Donnie do this? Not that he was complaining by any means. Watching that purple wrapped head bobbing between his thighs, wringing such fucking pleasure from him was making him dizzy.

Donnie continued to suck and slurp, completely disregarding the spit running down his chin. He couldn’t remember the last time he got so worked up giving head. What was this guy doing to him?

His own cock was aching and he rummaged through his cargo pockets until he found the small bottle of lube he had stashed there before leaving his quarters that morning. Without even slowing down, he uncapped it and coated the fingers of one hand, then he reached around to Eli’s ass. Using one hand to spread his cheeks just enough for the other hand to start rubbing around Eli’s puckered hole, barely pressing in.

Eli moaned through his fingers as Donnie’s thick digit inched inside little by little, coating and prepping for his intended intrusion. He was rapidly approaching his end and muttered a halfhearted warning to the turtle who was trying to suck his soul out through his dick. It only encouraged the soft shell to increase his efforts and the finger in his ass curled just so. Eli grabbed Donnie’s bandana tails, hips jerking and unable to stop as he emptied himself down his throat. Donnie managed to swallow all of it, and the moment that Eli relaxed, he pulled his finger free and stood.

Hastily, Donatello got his own pants undone and down out of the way. Locating the discarded bottle of lube, he generously coated his cock, stroking it with a firm grasp once...twice…three times. Satisfied, he grabbed a slightly dazed Eli and turned him around to face the shelves.

Donnie growled as he held Eli’s hips, “I suggest you hold onto something.”

Eli’s face was pressed against the edge of one of the shelves but before he could even register the bruising pain of it, he felt his ass being split wide open. His eyes instantly watered with the pressure of Donnie entering him achingly slow. He hadn’t had time to see what the mutant was packing but by the feel of it, his cock must be massive. Eli winced and gritted his teeth as he was stretched to accommodate. The burn wasn’t unfamiliar, but it had been unexpected. Eli took slow, deep breaths as he willed his body to relax and accept the intrusion. He briefly considered turning his head and biting down on the shelf currently digging into his cheekbone.

Donnie huffed and strained, trying not to blow his load too quickly. Seeing Eli’s face as he was consumed by the pleasure of his release had nearly done him in, but by god, he was a grown ass man. He wasn’t going to embarrass himself now. He panted as he eased in further. Eli was such a beautiful man and Donnie had been craving him since day one. He had convinced himself that once he had satisfied the hunger, he could move on. But now that he was balls deep in the sweetest, tightest ass he’d ever had the delight to experience, it was apparent that one time was not going to be enough.

Eli slammed the heel of his palm against the edge of the shelf in exasperation and burst out, “Fucking move, Dee!”

That was all the invitation the mutant needed. He pulled back to the tip, then slammed his hips as hard as he could, enjoying the yelp Eli couldn’t withhold. Donnie quickly found out that there wasn’t much sound that Eli could or would hold back. The young man was whimpering and moaning with every thrust, making Donnie proud of himself but also nervous about being caught. He considered light choking, but feared that might have the opposite effect intended. He settled on sticking a finger into Eli’s mouth and he instantly started sucking on it, bringing his noises down to a muffled whine. Donnie hooked his other arm around Eli’s trim waist and used it to brace as he fucked him harder.

Try as he might, Donnie knew he wasn’t going to last. Eli’s perfect ass squeezed him just right and he knew he was about to cum. Eli’s tongue swirled around the digit in his mouth and as the pleasure built, he found himself sucking it harder. Without warning, the finger was jerked from his mouth and before he could suck in another breath, it was circling his taint.

“I’m about to-ughn!” Donnie broke off as the first stream of cum shot from his cock.

Eli shoved his fist in his mouth, biting down as his own body shuddered from the intense stimulation. Donnie pumped erratically until he was spent, then he slipped both arms around the other man’s waist and panted against his back. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d nutted so good.

“You okay?” he finally managed to ask.

Eli was breathing heavily himself, forehead resting against the shelf as he stared down at his dribbling cock. Was he okay? His ass was gonna be sore for a couple of days but it would wear off. The problem was the feeling tightening his chest. It was terrifyingly close to affection and that was something Eli was not ready to acknowledge. So he nodded and muttered that yeah, he was fine. Donnie reluctantly slipped out and Eli winced. There was nothing available to clean up the mess starting to leak out so Eli rushed to pull his clothes back on, thankful that his jacket was on the longer side. Donnie was dressed in a flash, watching and waiting. As soon as Eli was done, Donnie grabbed the back of his neck, hauling him into a hard kiss, all teeth and tongue, before releasing him abruptly.

“You should grab something from the shelf so if anyone asks what you’re doing back here, you have an excuse. Wait a minute or two after I leave before you come out,” Donnie ordered, before grabbing a new pack of dry erase markers.

Eli sputtered for a moment, then as Donnie reached for the door knob, he blurted, “We didn’t discuss payment.”

Donnie froze.

Eli shuffled his feet and cleared his throat, “Usually…my clients discuss the price of my services…you know, before.”

Donnie turned with a snarl, “Payment? Client? I wasn’t hiring you. Did it ever occur to you that I could actually like-you know what? Forget it.”

Then he left without another word. Eli stood there, stomach uneasy, trying to decipher exactly what just happened. Besides some damn good sex. He needed to talk to Chibani. Confusion was an unwelcome companion as he decided it had been long enough. Eli grabbed the first thing within reach and peered out the door to find the coast clear. He was nearly to his quarters before he looked at his hand and found a neon rainbow pack of post-it notes. He laughed humorlessly as he entered his room.

Stripping down, he headed to the shower to wash off the evidence of their closeted tryst. As the water streamed over him, he thought back over Donnie’s words. Was he saying that he was interested in him? That he actually might like Eli? Nearly everyone in his young life had used him, taken what they wanted, and then turned their backs when they were finished. The idea that Donnie might share the budding feelings that he himself had just started to become aware of was scary and confusing. What should he do now? How was he to act around the handsome turtle?

Hot tears rolled down his cheeks and he sank to the floor of the shower as sobs wracked his body. What the hell was he supposed to do with…feelings? 💜

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[lazorcrab]

My favorite songs that I listened to in 2023 (in no particular order)

Mark Knight & Armand Van Helden - The Music Began To Play

Daft Punk - Revolution 909 (Roger Sanchez & Junior Sanchez Remix)

Oliver Tree & Robin Schulz - Miss You (Showtek Remix)

Armin van Buuren & Mr. Probz - Another You

Party Favor - Too Much

Sans Soucis - All Over This Party (Salute Remix)

Lil Wayne - A Milli (Sidepiece Remix)

Elvis Presley & Britney Spears - Toxic Las Vegas (Jamieson Shaw Remix)

Tiesto, Jonas Blue, & Rita Ora - Ritual

Gorillaz - Silent Running (feat. Adeleye Omotayo)

Mau P - Gimme That Bounce

Tiesto - Lay Low

Armin van Buuren & Stuart Crichton - Dayglow

Jay-Z & Linkin Park - Numb/Encore

Chuck Brown and the Soul Searchers - Bustin' Loose

Tiesto - 10:35 (feat. Tate McRae) [Joel Corry Remix]

Meduza and Eli & Fur - Pegasus

Whitney Houston - It's Not Right But It's Okay

Gorillaz - Skinny Ape

Red Vox - Forgetter

Olive T - We'll Maintain

Tchami - Shades (feat. Donnie Sloan & Ricky Ducati)

Climax Blues Band - Couldn't Get It Right

Mack Wilds - Own It

Calvin Harris - Miracle (feat. Ellie Goulding)

Genesi - Everything You Have Done (Meduza Edit)

Metro Boomin, The Weeknd, & Diddy - Creepin' (feat. 21 Savage)

Gorillaz - Tranz

Foster The People - Sit Next to Me

Tyga - I'm Gone (feat. Big Sean)

Avicii - Heaven

Calvin Harris - Miracle (feat. Ellie Goulding) [Hardwell Remix]

Sunday Scaries & Pickuplines - Chill Like That (Odd Mob Remix)

Gorgon City - Voodoo

The Weeknd - Popular (feat. Playboi Carti & Madonna)

Todd Edwards - The Chant (James Organ Remix)

Luke Combs - Fast Car

Armin van Buuren & Sam Martin - Wild Wild Son

Armin van Buuren & Sam Martin - Wild Wild Son (Richard Durand Remix)

Kaskade - Angel On My Shoulder

Deadmau5 & Kaskade - I Remember (John Summit Remix)

JC Stewart - Love Like That

Will K - Sun Is Dark

The Band - The Weight

Aqua - Barbie Girl (Tiesto Remix)

Notre Dame - Yumi (Tiesto Remix)

Meduza - Phone (feat. Sam Tompkins & Em Beihold)

Major Lazer - Particula (feat. DJ Maphorisa, Nasty C, Ice Prince, Patoranking, & Jidenna)

Major Lazer - Que Calor (feat. J Balvin & El Alfa)

The Specials - Ghost Town

The Chemical Brothers - Live Again (feat. Halo Maud)

The Chemical Brothers - No Reason

Swedish House Mafia - Ray Of Solar (Mau P Remix)

Swedish House Mafia - Ray Of Solar (Tiesto Remix)

Alesso - Caught A Body (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Armin van Buuren - Lose This Feeling (Dimension Remix)

Sia - Gimme Love (Armin van Buuren Remix)

The Beatles - Now And Then

100 gecs - Doritos & Fritos

Roy Davis Jr. & Peven Everett - Gabriel (Live Garage Mix)

Casso, Raye, & D-Block Europe - Prada

Tiesto, Tears For Fears, Niiko x Swae, & Gudfella - Rule The World (Everybody)

Doja Cat - Paint The Town Red

Fred again… & Baby Keem - leavemealone

Nicki Minaj - Let Me Calm Down (feat. J. Cole)

Nicki Minaj - Needle (feat. Drake)

Overmono - Good Lies

Tame Impala - Breathe Deeper (Lil Yachty Remix)

Drake - First Person Shooter (feat. J. Cole)

Drake - Virgina Beach

Meduza, Ferreck Dawn, & Clementine Douglas - I Got Nothing

Todd Edwards - Perfect Love (Biscits Remix)

Todd Edwards - When Your Alone (A-Trak Remix)

Fred again…, Skrillex, & Four Tet - Baby again… (feat. Lil Baby)

Lil Yachty - The Secret Recipe (feat. J.Cole)

Lil Uzi Vert - Just Wanna Rock (Malivai & Afrojack Remix)

070 Shake - Cocoon (Martin Garrix & Space Ducks Remix)

Ice Spice - In Ha Mood (O'Flynn Remix)

Gunna - fukumean (Diplo, Maesic, & Chad Harrison Remix)

John Summit - Where You Are (feat. Hayla)

Parisi, Steve Angello, & Sebastian Ingrosso - U Ok?

David Guetta & Hypaton - Be My Lover (2023 Mix) (feat. La Bouche)

Killer Mike - RUN (Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley Version)

Elton John - Daniel

Disclosure - Higher Than Ever Before

Alesso & John Newman - Call Your Name

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.)

Nick Jonas - This Is Heaven

Black Sheep - The Choice Is Yours

Davido - UNAVAILABLE (feat. Musa Keys) [Major Lazer Remix)

James Hype & Major Lazer - Number 1

Willie Hutch - Tell Me Why Our Love's Turned Cold

John Summit - Veridis Quo vs. Human (Daft Punk vs. John Summit)

Kendrick Lamar - Money Trees (Duke & Jones Remix)

Missy Elliott - 4 My People (feat. Eve) (Basement Jaxx Vocal Mix)

Flowdan, Lil Baby, Skrillex - Pepper

Steve Angello - Rejoice (feat. T.D. Jakes)

Danger Mouse & Black Thought - Strangers (feat. A$AP Rocky & Run The Jewels)

Metro Boomin & Future - Too Many Nights (feat. Don Toliver)

Skrillex, Missy Elliott, & Mr. Oizo - RATATA

Chase & Status and Bou - Baddadan (feat. Irah, Flowdan, Trigga, & Takura)

Lil Yachty - Strike (Holster)

[mysteryideasgroup]

Theodora Haakenson (My Msa x Til Morning's Light oc sona)

Full Name: Theodora Haakenson

Nicknames: Theora, Theo

Gender: Female

Profile Pic

Age: 16 (Currently), 21 (Epilogue)

Blood Type: A+

Occupation: Student/Paranormal Investigators

Actual or Past Occupation:

Favourite Shows/Games: Horror/Mystery/Solving/Legends/Urban Legends/Adventure/Fantasy/Comedy

(Big Fish Games of Horror, Scooby-Doo (Animated Movies, TV Shows Series, Games, Books), Urban Legends, Legend Quest/La Leyenda/Las Leyendas, Haunted House Game (Remake Atari), The Haunted Mansion (Video Game), Haunted House: Cryptic Graves, Haunted House Renovator, Til Morning's Light, Point and Click Games Horror, Nancy Drew: Message in a Haunted Mansion)

Favourite Food: Beef Noodles

Instrument: Guitar

Favourite Animal: Dog/Kitsune

Family Members Relatives: Fred Haakenson (Dad/Father), Connie Haakenson (Mom/Mother), Donnie Haakenson (Younger Brother), Nina Haakenson (Younger Sister), Laney Haakenson (Youngest Brother), Eli the Dog/Kitsune Haakenson (her pet Dog/Kitsune)

Other Family Members Relatives: Nate Haakenson (Cousin), Sam Haakenson (Cousin), Black-raven Haakenson (Goth Cousin), Vinny Haakenson (Cousin), Jannie Haakenson (Aunt), Crunch Haakenson (Uncle), and her other families

Friends: Sovanna Shanley, Lisha San Juan and her many friends

Enemies: Lincoln Masters (her bully-enemy), evil ghost twins and her many foes

Species: Human

Status: Alive/Active

Alignment: Good

Likes: Her Friends, her dog/kitsune pet, Sovanna Shanley with her great and adventure things

Dislikes: Losing her friends, being trapped or kidnapped, stuck in the haunted mansion

Hobby: Drawing, Playing Big Fish Games Hidden Objects of Horror, Reading Urban Legends and Walking with a Dog

Goals: Escape from being trapped in the Haunted Mansion before dawn/sunshine (Succeeded), Solve and find her lost and missing Best Friends going to What Happened to them

Weapons: Metal Baseball Bat

Powers and Abilities: Strength,

Skills and Abilities: Solving Skills, Puzzles Solving Skills, Mystery Solving Skills

Weaknesses: N/A

Fears/Phobias: Losing her Best Friends, Leaving behind her Friends, Being Trapped

Skin Colour: Medium 1/Peach Fair

Eyes Colour: Reddish Pinkish/Pinkish Reddish/Raspberry/Ruby/Rose

Hair Colour: Reddish Pinkish/Pinkish Reddish/Raspberry/Ruby/Rose

Clothes: T-shirt, Hoodie, Jeans

Shoes: Tennis Shoes

Accessories: Earrings, Neck Choker/Necklace Choker

Hair Styles: Feathered Bowl Cut

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For @laurasanchez36

Theodora Haakenson (My Msa x Til Morning's Light oc sona) belongs to my new msa x tml oc sona

[knightish-angel]

[italianraviolos]

MAN I'D LIKE TO RIDE AND WHY

(I don't know why I'm doing it, I just wanted to tell someone)

Smut content down below please be careful while reading it.

Also, I made this list based on my personal view so the "reader" (if it can be called like this) is female, since I use the pronounce she/her.

1) LASZLO KREIZLER

First of all, I don't believe this man is a total sub, for me he's definitely a switch, so... To me it would be much more fun, cause he may have an attitude while letting me ride him anyway. Another good reason that must not be left out is the fact that this man has a certified DAD BOD and a literal a fat cock (see the fact he likes to eat), and in my cracked mind, people with a Dad body are unbreakable, that means that I can bounce on them without breaking them... (being curvy and definitely chubby myself, that last point is really important to me), CERTIFIED TURN ON.

2) DONNY DONOWITZ

Just look at him...

BIG DICK ENERGY

He manages to have a dad bod and be fit at the same time...

He definitely satisfies my size kink.

Again my cracked mind says he would definitely NOT BREAK

Also, I don't know but he gives vibes of switch with sub tendencies, so it would be so enjoyable to be on top of a so feared man, makes me feel empowered.

Also he has the most mesmerizing eyes, it would be so intense to look at them while doing it.

3) FRANKIE MORALES

CERTIFIED DILF

Again... DAD BOD (I don't know if consider it a kink of mine at this point...)

But I have to admit it, this case is the exact opposite.

I'd like to ride him to see him break, cause in my head this man would just "explode" of pleasure if a woman ever rides him... I volunteer as a tribute.

He would be all sweaty, hands lingering on your hips unable to grasp at them anymore, mouth slightly open and eyes closed... Cause it's just way too much.

4) LETO ATREIDES

CERTIFIED DILF AND CERTIFIED DAD BOD

Time to explain another cracked reasoning of my mind: when a man has kids, that's the proof that his balls work right.

I don't know why I find that hot, I don't even wanna have kids, it's my head that is demaged.

BIG DICK ENERGY.

Also, the idea of riding a so powerful man thrills me way too much.

5) CRISTOPH WALTZ

DILF ENERGY

I don't know... He's definitely not the youngest in the list, so I think it would be kind of nice and slow, just really intimate and SO INTENSE.

I figure intense gazes, light touches, soft breaths and whimpers while his arm is wrapped around my waist.

JUST WOW

And...

I FIRMLY BELIEVE I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO IS DEFINITELY CONVINCED THIS MAN HAS A HUGE DICK.

p.s.

He speaks german that is a sort of a sweet tooth for me.

6) HELMUT ZEMO

CERTIFIED DILF (I hit a nerve though)

CERTIFIED DAD BOD

CERTIFIED CHEST HAIR

He has everything...

Even though I see him as someone who could use sex as a simple way to blow off some steam without being romantically involved, he gives the vibes of someone that if is really in love, is all for the intimacy.

He gives me similar vibes to Christoph Waltz, just a little rougher, maybe a tug at the hair or a tighter grip on the waist, but just really intense and even more intimate.

THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK TODAY, IF YOU HAVE ARRIVED AT THE END OF THE POST, BE AWARE OF THE FACT THAT I WANT TO RIDE YOU TOO.

[fangirl-imagines]

Dating Donny Donowitz Would Include...

A/N: Quentin Tarantino characters just hit differently I guess. Also there is some slightly NSFW stuff in here.  

I would like to preference this by saying that for some reason I always, always picture Donny with a really cute plus size babe so here are some specific DonnyxPlusSize!Reader headcanons to start us off. 

This man practically worships you

Seriously he loves every inch of your body and thinks you look like a fucking goddess. 

He loves every curve on you and thinks they’re hot as hell.

He loves to grip onto your curves when the two of you are getting frisky

Think you’re too heavy for him to pick up or to sit in his lap? Haha! He is the fucking bear jew, he is definitely strong enough to pick his girl up and would love to prove that to you any chance he gets. 

In fact that's one of the things he likes about his strength is how well you fit into his arms and how easily he can make you feel safe and pick you up. 

Donny is a boobs man and my busty plus size gals he would love to lay his head on your chest when you two fall asleep. 

If you want to lose weight he would totally be there to workout with you and pump you up too. 

Some nights the two of you will dance in the living room. Not for any real occasion, just if a soft song comes on the radio, Donny will pull you up off the couch and pull you against him until the song is over. 

Surprisingly, Donny is actually so gentle with you. Especially in the bedroom. He knows that he sometimes forgets his own strength and his worst fear is hurting you so he tries to keep his touches gentle just in case. 

He calls you his princess a lot in that deep voice and Boston accent and just wow it makes me melt to think about. 

I could definitely see Donny being the type to bring you flowers all of the time, just because they were pretty and reminded him of you and because he knows you’re going to light up when you see them. 

He can’t sleep unless he’s flat on his back so when you two spend the night together he is always pulling you on top of his chest to sleep and keeping his arms wrapped around your waist. 

He is also a heavy sleeper and will not let you go until morning so if you need to get up you have to seriously find a way to maneuver yourself out of his grip. 

Also I just fully believe that this man snores in his sleep but he will deny this fact for life. 

He wants to think he’s not the jealous type but holy cow is he the jealous type?! More like possessive really. 

Never with the other basterds really because he trusts them and knows they would never even think of trying something with you. But other men however…

Other men have to have a death wish or something to try something with the Bear Jew’s girl. 

Like he knows you can take care of yourself and everything but he it still bothers him to the point where he thought you were even a little uncomfortable with the way some guy was being towards you he is there and ready to scare the guy off. 

He’s a smart enough guy and all but he isn't great with emotions. Like when you're upset he goes into panic mode and isn’t sure what to do to make it better. 

If you tell him what you need when you’re upset he will try his best but otherwise he just panics and is trying whatever he can to cheer you up. 

If you are sick he would go full on mother hen. Like his mother was always codeling him when he was sick so that's just how he responds. Plus like I said, he goes into panic mode when somethings wrong with you. 

Do I even need to say that Donny’s favorite dates involve going to Fenway Park with you? The Red Socks, his girl, a beautiful day, some cracker jacks? What more could he ever ask for?

If you don't know how to play baseball he would love to teach you! 

Seriously imagine him standing all close to you and trying to show you how to hold the bat right and swing. 

He might give you your own bat to keep at home for when you're alone, instructing you to swing first and ask questions later.

If you ever REALLY want to get him riled up there are two ways to go about this. Flirting with someone or bad mouthing the Red Sox

He is a huge flirt. It does not matter how long the two of you are together he will flirt with you/hit on you every chance he gets. 

Donny would probably move pretty fast in your relationship too. Like he knows he wants to marry you after a couple of months kind of fast. 

He carries around that damn ring in his pocket for almost a month trying to get the nerve to actually ask you too. 

He loves when you come visit him at the barber shop during the day. 

Like sometimes he forgets his lunch on purpose so you'll bring it to him and he has an excuse to see you during the middle of the day. 

His father and the other guys in the barber shop would probably make fun of him for it too. 

Donny definitely has a physical size kink. Like he loves if you're smaller than him, especially like how he can pick you up easily and how small your hands are in comparison to his.

[struggling-bee]

Bad Day (Donny Donowitz x Reader)

A/N hey y’all someone ate my coffee ice cream and I was pissed and wanted to write some gore. I haven’t edited this, just gave it a once over.

CW: Graphic violence, curse words, author is super tired and doesn’t wanna edit

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Your gun. Your gun had been knocked away from you. Where? Where was it? Time. No time. You had to keep fighting. Fight with everything you have. Your hands, fight with your hands.

You wearily pushed yourself up from the ground, stance wide and arms dangling. You were panting as the nazi soldier laughed at you. Laughing because you’d been knocked down so many times. Laughing because he thought he’d won.

No.

Before he opened his eyes again, you were on him. Your left hand, repeatedly smashing into his throat. Your right hand was digging into his left eye socket. Your pointer and middle finger curved into his eyelid, and wrapped around his eyeball. With a yank, there was a loud snap, and you now had in your hand a blue eye, slimy and overall disgusting.

You weren’t done. The nazi was screaming in agony. This entire time he’d been thrashing around and grabbing at you, but you made yourself dead weight. He couldn’t do anything.

You were just so...angry.

You’d had a bad day. A day so bad that you were being more vicious than necessary, without noticing.You woke up late, you stubbed your toe on a rock, and your shoe was giving you a blister on that same foot. You’d also slipped in mud, your socks weren’t matching, and to top it all off, on your peaceful walk you ran into a few nazis. By yourself.

Donny could have been there...he’d offered. He knew you were having a hard day. He wasn’t the brightest basterd but he paid attention to what mattered, so he saw all the little misfortunes you had. When you announced you were going for a walk, he jumped up to join you. It was sweet and you felt a little better...you liked Donny a lot and would usually spend as much time with him as you can, but you were just so upset and you didn’t want to rub off on him.

So, you told him you’d be fine, and you went alone. He looked at you with worry but said nothing, and the other basterds waved.

After a little over an hour of walking, some rustling noises caught your attention. It had been strangely quiet before, so you snapped out of your daze and looked around.

Fuck.

You were farther from camp than you meant to be, by a lot. At least you weren’t lost though. You planned on heading back to camp, but when you spun on your heel to go back, you came face to face with a barrel of a gun. A nazi came with it too.

There were two nazis actually, and they were screaming at you. You didn’t speak german though, so you had no guess as to what they were yelling about, probably just curses? Although it didn’t matter because in a moment, they were both aiming handguns at you. Which was fine. You could handle two nazis, it wouldn’t be hard. It was easy knocking the gun out of the first ones hand and swinging your leg into the nazis legs, causing him to fall down. It was easy kicking the other nazi in the gut and grabbing his gun from him.

Really, none of it was hard, just tiring. They weren’t very good or very smart, but they seemed to have a lot of stamina. A lot of wrassling and feinting. You got one of them out, gunned him straight through the head, but his partner jumped at you and your gun was thrown a few feet away, where you couldn’t see, and you couldn’t afford to look at anything but the nazi you were fighting. Now that one was down, the odds were evened out, but you were running out of steam...but you weren’t going to lose to a damn nazi. And your other basterds were probably on their way over, gunshots were loud after all. So you pushed yourself up from the ground again, and again, and again. That nazi was playing with you now, making a game of it. Laughing at you. He was laughing so much. Your day had been awful and a nazi was laughing at you.

You snapped.

And now, you found yourself holding two eyes in one hand, and a tongue in the other. The nazi you had been attacking was dead now, and you got up off him. You really lost it...you must have since you didn’t notice that you’d pulled both his eyes out, his tongue, torn one ear off, scratched at his throat so much that blood was pooling around him, broken his jaw and sliced his stomach open and left his innards hanging out.

You stood over him and cocked your head a little. Shit, he deserved it, but did you really do all that? Were you a maniac?

“Uuuh…”

You turned to see Aldo and all the other basterds, staring at the two bodies and back at you. You noticed that your arms were colored red, and your hands were positively dripping.

“Um, Aldo sir, I, uh…”

Aldo held up his hand. You didn’t need to say anything.

“We heard gunshots, glad to see you ain’t hurt.”

You nervously laughed and Donny walked over to you.

“You told me you were an artist back home, you pickin’ painting up again, doll? That what this is all for?”

That made you break out into genuine laughter. You had the urge to hug Donny, so you pulled back since you would absolutely turn his shirt red, but Donny only stepped forward and pulled you into a bear hug.

Everyone else went over to look at the bodies, mainly the mutilated one. It was pretty cool.

Aldo chuckled. Them nazis deserved it.

Donny wasn’t squeezing you to death anymore, just held you with his chin resting on your head. He always made you smile.

“Feelin’ better?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

Yeah, even on the worst days, even on days you end up gutting a nazi, Donny could make you smile.  

[michelle-is-writing]

Early Mornings, Donny Donowitz

Word Count: 1.2k~

A hostel, a safe zone; for once, we could sleep in just a little and not worry about people finding us in the forest. The only problem with that is my own mind, my constant thoughts plaguing my head enough to wake me up way before Donny even begins to open his eyes.

It was still dark outside when I found myself staring out of the room’s window, the stars starting to disappear as dawn slowly crept up. Despite Donny’s body curled behind me, heat constantly radiating off of his body, I still found myself sitting up in bed before turning to face the window. A small groan left Donny’s sleeping mouth when I did so, but he didn’t mind my absence for too long as he quickly became comfortable rolling onto his stomach to take up my mostly empty side. This left me sitting up in front of the window, my thoughts never ceasing as the stars slowly did in front of me.

How could I get one night that I could actually enjoy and sleep peacefully, only to wake up super early? Donny would chastise me on it, telling me to just let him hold me and I’d go back to sleep instantly. But it’s not that easy.

Meanwhile, worries and fears surround me as I ponder about what comes next. Where’s the next place we will keep our camp at, and what country will we be in? Who will be the next people we find - good or bad? Those who seek refuge and peace, or those who seek to destroy those very things? Donny doesn’t worry about these things, he never does. He handles everything that comes his way; unfortunately, that leaves me to be the one that worries for the both of us. He always comforts me, though; always one to remind me worrying gets neither of us anywhere.

“Babydoll…” a deep voice pipes up beside me, groggy with sleep. “Why aren’t you lying down?” Donny asks, moving up in the bed to take me back into his arms. I instantly smile as I resume feeling the heat radiating off his body, basking in the contrast from the cold room as Donny waits for my answer patiently.

“I’ve just been thinkin’,” I tell him, leaning my head back against his chest as he pulls my legs back onto the bed. In response to my words, Donny merely chuckles, a sleepy, but still sarcastic remark leaving his lips afterward.

“A dangerous activity for you, babe,” Donny chides, laughing as I playfully smack his chest afterward. However, my smile shows through my facade, and I’m left to stare up at Donny in the silence of the night. His eyes meet mine in response, never flickering away from me as he continues. “I know what it means when you’re sittin’ up at four in the morning, and I definitely know that worried look on your face,” Donny points out, making me realize I probably shouldn’t have sat up in bed. Of course that would wake him up eventually.

Before I can apologize, Donny stops my stuttering with his lips by pressing them against mine, his arms moving to circle around me and pull on top of him as he lies in the middle of the bed. As he does so, my hands fly to his strong arms, my fingertips dancing over the soft skin there covering up strong muscles. The same muscles that I love to feel pick me up and hold me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, as well as other things too.

Pulling away to breathe, I pant on top of Donny as my legs straddle his hips, his own hands keeping them there before beginning to gently move me back and forth. The sudden friction between us causes me to gasp before my eyes fly to Donny’s face, only to be met with a soft, yet sly smile. “What?” He asks me, his tongue darting out to lick his top lip. “I’m just tryin’ to help you sleep, babe. That’s all.”

Despite Donny’s “reassuring” comment, I still find myself smiling as I remain trying to catch my breath. Not to mention Donny’s actions haven’t ceased in the slightest; to make it even worse, neither of us wear much clothes to sleep in. It’s moments like these that I crave, just for a hint of solidarity, but at the same time, I can’t help but be scared as I never know when that very moment could be ripped away from me.

“Hey,” Donny’s voice brings me out of my stupor, causing my eyes to dart back to his once more. This time, however, the once seduction-filled eyes are now consumed with concern. Sitting up with me still in his hold, Donny continues to look at me this way before moving a hand up to push my hair away from my face. “Darlin’, I may not know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, but I see that fear in your eyes, and I don’t like it.”

At his comment, I find myself tearing up, only for Donny to pull me to his chest at the sight of it. Against his warm skin, I let out the tears I’ve been holding in for a while. His hands gently rubbing my lower back comforts me as I do so, and only when I pull away does Donny speak up. “Tell me,” he murmurs, “tell me what you’re thinking.”

For a few seconds, I contemplate how to properly tell him just what I’m feeling. Thankfully, with Donny and I being together for so long, we know how to read each other; even when we don’t know how to read ourselves. “I’m just worried, honey,” I explain to him, “You know I’m always thinking about the future and how it might play out, good or bad.”

At that, the corner of his lip turns up as he brushes my hair back, still trying to comfort me. “We can’t do anything about that, honey, but what we can do is right now,” he reminds me, “And let me assure you, nothing will come between us; I promise you that.”

Smiling once more, I nod at his words before leaning forward and kissing him, slowly resuming what we had going on before. “I believe you,” I finally respond to him, breaking away from his kiss. “I trust you.”

With that, Donny puts on a smile I haven’t seen in a while, not since we exchanged rings. As he kisses me with more vigor, I realize there are more ways to say “I love you” than just uttering those three words. Despite those very words being shared often between Donny and me, I haven’t gotten this much of a response in a very long time. Trust is vital between two people, of course, but trust in the future might be the most powerful.

[cherryplasmids]

☆ the lives you’ve left behind ☆

pairing: donny donowitz x reader

fandom: inglourious basterds—post-movie sequence

anon request: hi girl! i love your writing and i was wondering if you still write for donny donowitz? if you do i was wondering if you could do an angsty one? that's all i ask, you could take that and run with it however :)

notes: the reader has a kid  — aldo is referred to the reader’s child as ‘uncle’ but that doesn’t mean they are actually related. also, aldo is married to a girl name jenny

— the child is a boy named Alex for filler purposes

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"That's your daddy," You whisper, pulling the tiny bundle of joy closer to your chest. 

The infant, swaddled in a pale yellow blanket decorated with small brown bears, yawns but does not take notice of your words. Instead, Alex twists, stretches his arms out and settles back onto your chest. Without a care in the world, he just relaxes in the warmth that you've given him. An inkling of envy flashes through you—you would do anything to be that carefree again. But the war ruined everything, including your unbridled youthful attitude. 

"Handsome, isn't he?" You question as if the little one will respond. You'd be more scared than anything if he does. You wave the 4x6 photo forward to entice your baby to look. "The most handsome man I've ever seen. Everyone thinks so too, even your uncle Aldo but he won't admit to that.

"But don't worry, baby. You'll be just as handsome and charming as your old man was." 

As if he understands, the boy babbles happily, spit freely spilling over his lips and onto his cheeks. Grabbing a Kleenex from the bedside table, you wipe his face. It doesn't deter him. He continues to express his enjoyment through spit bubbles and random giggling. Your heart swells at the sight—his happiness contagious enough to erase your woes for the night. 

When the sun rises, you'll tell Aldo all about the affection your newborn has been showing. He'll run down the street to coddle his nephew. 

You don't continue until your baby boy calms down enough to the point where spit no longer seeps out of his mouth. By then, sleepiness is taking hold of him. He gives out a deep yawn. One of his tiny hands grips your right thumb while the other curls into a fist and rubs his eyes. A smile quirks at your lips. You take that as a sign to turn in. 

“I’ll tell you about your daddy’s love for baseball tomorrow okay? I’ll even show you his prized baseball cards. but you can’t tell him or he’ll have my head.”

He’s knocked out by the time you lay him down. You pray he’ll sleep through the night, allowing you to earn to some much-needed shut-eye he’s deprived you of for months. After tucking him in, you tuck the photo of Donny under his pillow. You press a gentle kiss on his forehead, whisper a few sweet words to him, and then glide out of the room, leaving the door ajar in case he wails for your attention. You make do with this system until Jenny, Aldo's wife, takes you shopping for a baby monitor. She knows a lot more about baby care than you do.

Sleepiness is taking you hostage too with a yawn escaping your lips every 1-2 minutes but you had housework to complete before the morning arrives. Mostly just clearing out boxes of gifts the Donowitz family had sent from Boston. Some of them were open, others weren’t. Gifts like a microwave or other kitchenware were left in their respective box. You’ll deal with those on a later date. 

There’s one box, though, that remains sealed. You inspect the plain cardboard container and see a word written across one side in neat cursive. But it isn’t the penmanship that has you gasping and dropping the box in shock.

No, it’s the word 'Donny' labeled across the surface that does.

It takes a moment or two for you to shake off the shock and another to get down to the ground. Sitting cross-legged, you stare at the box as if something will pop out and yell “surprise”—a harmful prank that will send you wailing for something you no longer had.

The knife seamlessly glides across the tape and you wonder when you reached for a knife in the first place. Your body is moving on its own accord without a thought concerning your mental wellbeing. While your heart thuds painfully against your ribcage, your hands steadily tear open the cardboard overlaps. 

Taking a deep breath, you open the flaps and find a single sheet of paper covering the rest of the objects. It reads “for my darling daughter, with much love.” It’s signed “Mama Donowitz”.

Underneath the letter reveals a boatload of miscellaneous items from Donny's youth that he's shown to you with pride. His prized Lefty Grove signed baseball, favorite Wrigley's chewing gum, and his worn and torn favorite baseball glove stood out the most. Little things like that made you grin to the point where your cheeks reached your eyes. Anecdotes of Donny's childhood run through your mind—his voice echoing pure excitement. You take your time admiring each item, trying to permanently engrave them into your memory just like you had with his stories. 

Then you find Donny's baby socks, embroidered with his name in red string.  All resolve you bottled up for months disappeared instantly. You completely crumble.

You press the little socks to your chest as tears freely stream down your face and onto your neck, coating the bare skin with liquid. A wail bubbles up within you, crawling up your throat at a steady pace. But when you open your mouth to scream, nothing comes out. It dies in your throat. The only effort you can commit to is to rock back in forth, allowing sobs to shake your body. If someone saw you, they might have thought you were convulsing. They might have even called the ambulance. 

The sobs don’t stop until hours later. By the time your heart calms down from its burning thrum, exhaustion envelops you. 

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           Aldo kicks some dirt on the side of the road while lighting up a Chesterfield. It doesn't take long for him to reach your house since it's down the road. He checks his wristwatch before knocking on the front door. He has about 45 minutes to meet Jenny at the factory. He'll spend 15 minutes here for coffee before leaving. You always made better coffee than his wife. 

After some knocking and no response, Aldo takes it upon himself to check through the windows. Most of them are covered by curtains but the window facing the breakfast table isn't. He peers through, searching for you and his nephew wrapped in your arms. 

Instead, he finds you on the floor with no baby in sight. 

Aldo runs to the back door and searches for the hidden key. Besides the backdoor, he digs under the false rock where he remembered he put. It’s gone. The Chesterfield falls into the hole. He crushes it out and fixes the dirt on top. As an act of impulse, he stands up, goes to the backdoor, and punches out the small window panels on the door. The glass breaks easily and shards pierce his hand just as smoothly. Just glancing at it, he can tell his flesh is free from any lingering shards. A clean slice on his wrist bleeds moderately. 

He reaches on the opposite side of the door and tugs at the locks. Not a second later, the door slams open, and you shoot up in an upright position. 

Immediately, a fury of questions spews out of Aldo's lips, blending together and becoming unintelligible to your groggy brain. 

"Is it morning already? I swear I took a five-minute na—" You see Aldo's bleeding hand and gasp, reaching out to inspect his wound. Your current position on the floor completely escaping you for a moment. Aldo lets you worry for right now. 

You drag him up to the sink and run his hand over the open water. "Will I be alright, doc?" His odd accent leaves a few letters out. It reminds you of someone you try not to think about. "Ain't seen such a wound since the war."

Briefly glancing at him, he throws a wink and you gratefully smile. "You're the bane of my existence." You take his hand out of the water to wrap it in a big Band-Aid. It has crude miniature drawings of Mickey Mouse that make Aldo question them. "Just in case either your kids or mine get hurt, they'll immediately cheer up at seeing Mickey. Band-Aid should really invest in designing their product. Who knows how much money they could make?"

Aldo agrees as you finish. "You'll see another day, lieutenant"

He crookedly grins at you and thanks you for your service. You offer him some coffee which he enthusiastically agrees too. He checks his watch as he sits down at the breakfast table. Jenny will have his head if he's late. But he doesn't worry too much about that. She'll understand once he explains what happened. 

"Mind tellin’ me why I caught a heart attack on this fine Thursday mornin’? Findin’ you sprawled out like freshly ran over roadkill?"

"Disgusting, Aldo." You say while passing him his mug of coffee. You turn around to fix yourself a toasted bagel with cream cheese. "I guess I was so tired last night that I fell asleep sorting out the gifts." You lazily wave your hand at the unsorted boxes on the floor. 

Aldo walks over to the opened box in the middle of the kitchen and grabs the socks you dropped hours ago. He looks them over and notices a letter embroidered on the top. 'D' in red thread. 

"Those are Donny's." You confirm. Aldo meets your glazed gaze. 

Aldo sucks in a quick breath. It finally clicks in his head. Jenny will understand. 

“Darlin—" You look up at him with such a depressed expression that immediately shuts him up. All he does is gather you in his arms and rests his chin on your head.

 He hears you mumble something about how small Donny's feet were before you silently cry into his chest. 

After a few seconds, Aldo's cheeks become wet with his own tears as he mourns over not only his friend but the lives he left behind. 

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word count: 1,661 published: august 21, 2020  edited: n/a

[obscure-imagines]

As soon as Aldo said that your cover had been blown, Donny rushed from the room. His friends chased after him, yelling at him to stop, that he’d be killed too, but they couldn’t sway him.

Also sighed, “well fuck. and now we’ve lost not one, but two good soldiers.”

when you and Donny hobbled back into the shitty covert apartment, Donny in a waiters uniform covered in blood, no one asked questions.