#rise!donnie

[el-pada]

visual i cant get out of my head

[khayalli]

i have nothing sanitary to say about them your honour

[necrosishead]

Leo and Donnie bonding?

does this count?

[sparkleebug]

COMICS!!!!

@snailsnaps 💞

[leosmasktails]

I’m absolutely loving all of the hug content from the ROTTMNT artists recently and wanted to doodle something :)

This is absolutely not tcest please don’t tag it as such

[sheimpfriedrice]

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[miicycle]

el beebo

[patg2227]

[turtlecleric]

I Know Now

late as usual ~ nsfw, rise!donnie x reader (cw: altered state of mind)

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“Dearest?”

“Yes, Donnie.”

"Tell me again."

You blow out a slow breath, closing your eyes and pushing down the hint of exasperation that's starting to bloom in your chest. He's worried, you remind yourself. Unsure. Hesitant in a way that you simply aren't. You can be patient, for him. 

"It will be disorienting and confusing," you say once more. "I may feel overwhelmed or scared. I may not be able to control my thoughts or actions. I may hate it."

Donnie searches your face, brows furrowed. "And you still want t-"

"Yes."

The movement of his free hand tapping rapidly against his thigh catches your eye. It makes you soften further, seeing how worried he is about this. About you. You step forward to wrap your arms around him, and his own slide around you immediately, making the bottle of pills in his hand rattle as he does. His cheek rests on the top of your head, and you bask in the comfort of his hold for a long moment before leaning back to catch his gaze. Somber, anxious eyes look back at you. 

"I trust you,” you murmur. “I understand the risks. And I still really want to do this. Okay?"

His mouth opens, but he closes it without saying anything. When he opens it again, it's with a firmer, more resolute expression.

"Okay," he says, nodding and pulling away fully from your hug. "Let's get you set up then."

He leads you to the bed nestled in the back corner of the workshop - one that he put together specifically for this. Sturdy, with a mattress that has just the right amount of give, an absurd number of pillows, and the softest blankets and sheets you've ever had the pleasure of running your hands over. The memory of when he'd first shown you the finished product makes you smile. 

It's perfect, Donnie!

Of course it is! I made it to your exact preferences based on the data I've collected over the past few weeks, and - oh, let me show you how the heating function works!

God. You love him so fucking much. 

Settled amongst the pillows now, with him kneeling on the bed beside you, your heart sings thinking about how much work he's put into this. The pills, obviously. The bed. The lectures and pamphlets and reminders that you don't have to do this - despite the fact that you were the one who requested it in the first place. Wanting to experience a taste of what it's like for him, so you can understand better but… also because you're a little selfish. He's told you countless times how much better his season is now that he has you. Alone, it had been miserable. With you… it's something incredible. And he always seems so content during his season - relaxed and satisfied and so goddamn happy. Giddy with it, even. You want to see what that feels like. 

"The effects should last approximately one hour," Donnie says, pulling you from your thoughts. The bottle rattles again when he gingerly shakes a single pill into his hand. "Don't forget that your heart rate will increase, and you'll start to feel really warm. That's normal. Oh, and don’t forget that-”

"Donnie," you call softly, cutting him off. You take the pill from him with one hand and use the other to weave your fingers around his and squeeze. "As long as I'm with you, I'll be fine."

His eyes soften, and the tiny smile on his face bolsters you. Before he has a chance to make you repeat the warnings (again), you reach over to one of the cup holders jutting out from the side of the bed and pick up a water bottle. 

(It's important to stay hydrated, dearest. Ooh! Watch this, there's a hidden cupboard for snacks that raises up when you press-)

The pill goes down easily, and Donnie immediately starts to ramble again. Reminding you of what to expect, of the contingency plans in place should you decide this really isn't for you and you need to stop. You half-listen, smirking when he falters for just a moment as you start to strip. 

You'd thought you might get a bit chilly since he keeps it relatively cold in here, but you're feeling okay even without your clothes. You get comfortable on the bed, lying down and… about to ask how long it will take for… hm.

Hm.

He's still talking, but you're a little distracted by the way his throat moves as he speaks. The way his tendons stretch and pull when he shifts, when he turns his head, or... the glimpses of his tongue, his teeth, as he talks. 

Wait. Focus. 

"-feeling?"

You blink up at him. "...Huh?" 

He looks like he can't decide between worry or amusement. It's not an unusual expression to see on his face - you evoke that in him pretty often - but something about it mesmerizes you. 

"How are you feeling?" He says again.

Feeling. How are you. Feeling. 

It's hard to focus when you're staring at him. Looking away feels impossible, but you manage to close your eyes and think. 

You feel... warm. That's right. He said that would happen. You feel… hazy. Like your thoughts have to drag themselves through molasses to make it to the surface. Hungry? No, hungry isn't quite right, but it's... similar. Like a craving. You want. You want. You feel your pulse in your throat, hear the blood rushing in your ears. You miss him. He’s right here, but you miss him. 

When you open your eyes and see him there, you feel yourself relax. His gaze is intense. Heavy. It makes you shiver, goosebumps rising along your arms and legs, and you try to focus. Focus. Try to… 

Why aren’t you touching him? It seems stupid to not be touching him. More than stupid, it feels wrong. You reach out, resting a hand against his plastron, feeling the vibrations there as he speaks.

Wait, what is he saying? You see the movement of his mouth, and you hear the words, but… the meanings slip away like smoke in your hands. Your name is the only thing you recognize, and oh, the way he says your name has you shivering again. Shivering - but you're so warm. The thought makes you smile, but it falls when you suddenly become aware of every inch that separates you from him. You place your other hand on his arm, curling around his bicep, pulling him closer, because he’s so far away. Even when he moves where you pull him, letting you wrap around him and press your face into the crook of his neck, he’s still too far away. 

He says your name again. Quiet and gentle, and you love the sound of it. It echoes in your mind, a layered whisper that soothes something you can’t put a name to. You breathe him in, nuzzling into his neck as the both of you lie down together. Arms around each other, your legs entwined, he’s right here but you need him closer. You need… something. You need…

Hands massage your back. Your shoulders. Someone is moaning and you think it might be you. You want to say something, but you can’t, can’t, can’t - there’s an ache in your chest, a burning in your stomach. Your thighs are sticky. You need- you can feel your cunt throbbing.

A brief moment of clarity. Suddenly you can understand his steady murmuring, can fully remember what's happening and how you got here. 

“-okay, I’m here. I’ll take care of you, okay? You’re safe, I’ve got you.”

You need him. You need him, you need him right now, and you have to tell him. You don’t even care, don’t have the capacity to even be embarrassed by how whiny your voice is when you finally manage to speak. “Donnie. Donnie, please. Please, I need you. Please fuck me, please, Donnie, please, I need-” 

The moment he kisses you, all of your thoughts slip away. There is only him and you and him and you and him but then he pulls away, and it hurts. You miss him. You try to tell him, ask him to come back, but someone is whimpering, and you miss him, and it hurts, and you can’t think. 

You miss him. 

His hands find you again, his lips pressing against your own, and the relief is overwhelming. Your entire body shudders, shaking apart beneath him. You can't differentiate between the touches, his hands and mouth here and there and everywhere, everywhere, everywhere at once. Someone whines again. 

Donnie lies on top of you then, arms pressed between you and the mattress, holding you close against him, and oh. The weight of him, the smell of him, the taste of him - it’s enough to make you go boneless. Something, something - his knee, you think - slides between your legs, pressing against you. You can't help but grind against it as his tongue just barely glides against yours. It’s so warm. Everywhere, everything, warm and good and safe.

You’re trembling, chills running up your spine, lighting sparking along your skin. You’re flying, you think. Weightless, somehow, with only friction and pressure and Donnie Donnie Donnie. He adjusts, his knee moving away, but before you can protest something slips inside of you. His finger, you realize after a few pumps, and it's better, so much better, but it's not enough and you need more more more-

Donnie is whispering something that you don’t understand, but his voice alone is like a balm. Soothing your impatience. Your desperation. You focus on the rumble of it, then on the rub of his jaw against yours, then on the slick circles of his thumb against your clit, then his fingers - two, now - pumping easily in and out of you. Your hips are in constant motion, your arms clawing at his arms, and you can't stop seeking him in every way that you can. Time warps - there is no time, only feeling as you fight to somehow have him closer. 

He lifts himself up, and you miss having his weight press you into the mattress, but then you feel him start to press something bigger inside of you, and fuck yes this is it. His cock - this is what you were craving, what you need more than oxygen itself, and it feels so fucking good. The feeling of him inside you, filling you up, full, so full of him. And then he starts to move and - no, this is what you need. This delicious, wet friction, the feeling of him spearing you open again and again as you pull apart at the seams. There is only him and here and now, and it’s all you've ever wanted and it's yours. 

Are you coming? You can't tell if you are or if it just feels that good to have him pumping into you. You can't seem to think past each thrust, your mind going blank after every... Fuck, are you coming? Or does it just feel that good-

One of his words slips through the mist that's replaced your mind. Mine. It makes your skin spark. You've never felt more safe, more content, more full. It's almost too much. Just the brush of his scales against your skin is enough to overwhelm you, and fuck, fuck, are you coming or does he just feel that good inside of you?

You want to tell him… something. Something. You don't know, couldn't put it into words even if you could manage to control your mouth enough to speak. You might already be speaking. You’re not sure. His voice, though, you are sure about. It's a constant echo in your mind, and you can’t understand the words but at the same time you do. You understand. Safe, pretty, good, mate, mine. Yes, yes, yes. You’re his. Forever. 

Your heart is beating so fast. Your entire body is one big heartbeat, pulsing with every movement he makes. It’s almost scary - would be scary if you didn’t feel so fucking good and so completely, utterly safe. You're an imploding star, a burning, writhing, blissed-out thing that used to be a person and that may not ever be one again. You think you might be okay with that. 

God, are you coming or does it-

That thought is abruptly disintegrated when you do come. Your eyes roll back into your head, waves and waves of shimmering pleasure lighting up every nerve. On and on and on, it doesn’t stop. It doesn’t stop, and you’re sure now. This is you coming, and it isn’t fucking stopping. Someone is crying, and this shouldn’t actually be possible. It shouldn't be possible for a person to feel this way, and it isn’t fucking stopping, holy fuck. The wave swells in a way it never has before, cresting and cresting and cresting, and- oh. You’re crying. That's you. 

breathe, darling. got you, beautiful, mine, doing so good. breathe. that’s it, pretty girl

He’s comforting you, you think. What is there to comfort? There has never been anything that feels as good as this. You’re still coming and he’s still fucking you through it, and thank god, because if he stopped you might actually die. You reach for him, but he's already there. 

mine, mine, mine

You think you might be starting to come down from that insane high. The trembling seems permanent, but you can think a little, can take in more of what he's saying now even though it's a little slurred in your ears. 

“- got you. All mine, so pretty and perfect. Smell so fucking good, taking my cock like you were made for me, like the perfect mate. So good, pretty girl, you're doing so good. I love you so-”

He's happy with you. You're being good. You're good. You're good and safe and warm, and he's here, and this is where he belongs, always. Deep inside of you, fucking you, always, always, with his fingers in your mouth and his teeth in your shoulder. You can't separate pain from pleasure. It's all one swirling, overwhelming cacophony of sensation until you feel him release inside of you, coating your insides with his come, marking you as his in every way - and it does something to your brain. You think you really are talking now, thanking him, maybe, or just- fuck, you can't concentrate, you're so full. 

Part of you mourns, even through the thick haze of your mind, knowing that he will pull out of you soon. But you're surprised to find that he doesn't, that he only needs a few moments before he's hard and pumping into you again. More sweet, incomprehensible words fall on your ears like so many shooting stars, and time continues to warp, and oh, fuck, the wave is cresting again-

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When you wake, the first thing you become aware of is the fact that you feel so unbelievably relaxed. The second thing is that Donnie is holding you, stroking your hair and speaking to you softly. 

You take a slow, deep breath, and his words stop, then start again. This time you push through the haze enough to actually listen. 

“You haven't stopped smiling,” he says, his own smile audible in his voice. 

His hand continues to brush through your hair, while the fingers of his other hand tap absent-mindedly against your thigh. It's nice. You bask in the feeling for a moment before you respond. 

“It was like… like you said. The way you feel now, during your season. I just felt really… connected to you. Safe. And happy.” You sigh, snuggling in closer. “And really, really good. I don't know why you were so worried I would hate it.”

His hands stop. Then start again. When he answers, you can't hear the smile anymore. “It's only like that when- when you're with the person you…” 

He trails off, and you wait for him to elaborate. He doesn't. The silence grows heavy. You pull back to look up at him, but he avoids your eyes, his lips thinning and his brows pinching together. You finish his sentence for him. 

“The person you love?”

His throat bobs when he swallows, and his tiny nod makes your chest ache. To think that - even after everything you've been through - he was still unsure. Worried that the pill would not only make you miserable, but also that it would confirm your true feelings. 

Or lack thereof. 

“Donnie,” you start, but he cuts you off with a kiss. Slow, gentle, and intimate. He kisses you until you forget how to breathe, and when he finally pulls away you have to take a few moments to remind yourself of what you were going to say. “You thought I wouldn't-”

“I was wrong to worry,” he says simply, cutting you off once more. “I know that now.”

You consider pushing further, but the pleasant fog that still clings to your mind makes it hard to think. You close your eyes and breathe, trying to focus past the memory of his lips on yours. It’s hard when his hands still trail through your hair. When you open them again, he’s still avoiding your gaze. 

“You know I love you. Right?”

His eyes finally meet your own, and you see something there. Something that’s too big to put a name to but that relaxes your concern nonetheless. He leans toward you to press a quick kiss to your forehead, and when he pulls back his lips have settled back into a soft smile. 

“I know, dearest. I know.” 

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[redangelofpreventingharm]

He protecc. He attacc. He carry family on his back.

Extra one:

[el-pada]

welcome to the nexus au

yup! its an actual thing now, i finally ironed out the story beats so this is a proper au/rewrite of the aftermath of season 2, im looking foward to posting more art and comics abt it, but please dont expect a full comic or fic

however asks are more than welcomed! i have a lot of stuff prepared for it and i wanted a proper cover to announce it dsfj

(i wanted to add some symbolism to everyones line of sight, not sure if its noticeable

version without text is underneath cut!

[khayalli]

haha what a dumbass. imagine tracking your stats just because you blush now (i'm deeply unwell for him)

a bonus that i cba to colour

[necrosishead]

this is a totally normal side-effect of piloting an alien ship, nothing to worry about ( ་ ⍸ ་ )

[forgetful-nerd]

I love it when the older iterations of TMNT are aged up in crossover fanfictions, and they just see their younger counterparts and are like:

And it’s even funnier when 2012!TMNT meet their Rise! Counterparts and suddenly the shoe is on the other foot like:

It’s the circle of life. Each younger iteration are babies in the eyes of the older ones.

[tmntfixationxreader]

♡Stars♡Donnie x reader♡

♡Valentines day special♡

Warnings: Fluff, slight kissing

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It was Valentine's day.

You had spent the day hanging out with Donnie, watching movies, eaching pizza, hanging out, and it had been a fun day.

Nothing too huge was planned, just spending quality time together…

Until night came.

You had been dozing in Donnie’s arms, head laying on his shoulder/chest, your legs between his as you two watched a movie. He was running his fingers through your hair, twirling it in his fingers, playing with it soothingly.

Your arm was around his torso, and you slept. Donnie was a complete night owl, so even though it was late he was still awake.

You couldn't stop smiling in his arms, even after you fell asleep.

His wristwatch popped up a small silent notification, and he turned his attention temporarily to it with a small smile. He dismissed it, before giving you a small kiss on the head.

“Bae?” He whispered quietly. “You awake Y/n?”

You stirred a little, looking up at him with tired eyes before cuddling yourself even closer to him, digging your face into his shoulder and neck sleepily.

“Mmmm….” You hummed, somewhere between a groan and a whine.

“... I’m Sleeping…” You muttered, burying your face into him.

He chuckled, smiling at your adorable reaction. “I know, Lavender, but we have to get up now, we have places to be…”

“Whyyyy… I’m comfortable….” You muttered, squeezing him.

He smiled. “I know you are… And we can come back after…”

“Mph… Where are we gonna go?” You yawned, then looked up at him.

“It’s a surprise…” Donnie cooed, and started to get up.

You complained through sleepy noises, before sitting up with a stretch.

“A surprise…?” You muttered, then yawned again.

He turned off the movie you two were watching, then turned on a small lamp so you two could see.

“Yep, a surprise…” He smiled, and pulled out a hoodie from his drawer.

“I would put your jacket on, it might be cold out,” He set his hoodie down on the bed before turning to grab your jacket.

When he turned back to you, you had his hoodie pulled over your head with a smile, putting it on.

He smiled, shaking his head, and he put on your jacket.

“This smells like you…” You mutter, pulling some fabric from the giant hoodie up over part of your face.

He smiled, lightly blushing, zipping up your jacket. “This smells like you, too…”

Then he handed you your shoes, and you put them on.

Donnie offered you just a hand, helping you up once you were dressed enough to go.

He squeezed your hand, then used his other hand to hold a finger to his lips, wordlessly telling you to stay quiet as he opened the door.

His brothers were sleeping in the layer, each in their own rooms and audibly snoring.

Quietly you two snuck through halls, leaving the layer. Once out of hearing range and in the sewer tunnels, you spoke quietly.

“Where are we going? It’s three am,” You asked.

Donnie simply smiled. “I know, that’s the point…” He squeezed your hand. “Trust me… You’ll love this.”

Once you two were out of the layer, you took to the streets of bustling New York. You made sure to keep a firm hold of his hand while with people, and you noticed his grip tightened a little more, too. He hated large crowds, and you could tell he was relieved once you both were out of the hustle and bustle.

He led you to a fire escape, helping you climb up to the rooftop.

It was a pretty tall building, and you two scaled to the top. It was much darker up here, with the NewYork lights shining below.

It was hard to see, so Donnie led you to the middle of the roof. In the middle was a good sized telescope, and you recognised it as Donnies newly build telescope.

“Your telescope?” You ask looking up into the sky. With the NewYork lights you couldn’t see any of the stars with just your eyes.

“Yes, it’s my telescope… At exactly 3:45, it will be pointing directly at a star…” He said, and made a gesture for you to look.

You slowly bent down, looking into the telescope.

Donnie was right, it was pointed directly at a star, a small, burning bright white dot in the sky. It was bright, and sparkled.

“Wow… It’s beautiful…” You smiled, examining the star and its glorious light.

“I’m glad you think so… I have something for you…” Donnie said, grinning.

You pulled back from the telescope, and he handed you a small envelope.

You opened it, and inside was a small slip of paper. You squinted at it, reading the inscription.

“Wait… This…” You look up at the sky, eyes bright with excitement. “That's our star?”

Donnie nodded. “Yes… I can’t give you the world no matter how hard I try… But I can give you a sun... I can give you a star…”

You look back at him, eyes glimmering with excitement. You look back into the telescope, watching the star with awe.

“Wow…” You mutter, watching the shimmering light. “What’s its name?”

“Its name is, Y/n…” Donnie smiled, and you looked up from the telescope quickly.

“Y/n? You named a star… After me?” You say giddy with excitement.

Donnie nodded. “It’s all yours…”

“Donnie- this is amazing!!” You say excitedly, hugging him tightly before looking back into the telescope.

Donnie chuckled. “I’m glad you like it…”

He waited a moment before speaking again.

“I got you one more thing…”

You look up from the telescope. “Really? What?”

Donnie pulled from his jacket pocket a small white box. He was wearing your jacket, so he must have slipped it in there before he left.

You look down at the box, then back up at him, giddy with excitement.

He slowly opened the box, revealing a small silver necklace. It had a small silver chain with a small charm in the middle, a small star.

He turned on his wrist watch so you could see it better.

Within the star was engraved the words, “Love burns forever…”

You didn’t know what to say.

So many emotions ran through your head. You hopped slightly, grinning like crazy.

“It’s absolutely beautiful!!” You exclaim, and it makes Donnie grin too.

“I made it myself…” He says quietly, blushing.

That makes you even more excited. “I love it, Donnie!!” You hug him tightly, making sure not to knock the necklace out of his hand.

He smiled, hugging you back.

When you pulled back, he took the necklace from your container, putting the box in his pocket.

“Can I help you put it on?” He asked, and you nodded excitedly, turning around.

He moved your hair gently, then clipped the necklace around your neck.

When you turned back around, looking down at the beautiful silver around your neck, Donnie grinned, looking at it too.

It looked beautiful around your neck, sitting perfectly over your chest on top of Donnie’s hoodie.

“Donnie…” You look up at him, smiling wide. “I… I don’t even have words for you…”

Donnie smiled, holding both of your hands. “I have three words for you…”

You squeezed his hands, looking up at him.

“I love you…” He said, smiling down at you, blushing.

You grinned, blushing, thousands of butterflies overtaking your gut.

You hug him, throwing your arms around his neck and squeezing gently. “I love you, too…”

He blushed like mad, hugging you back firmly, one hand running up and down your back.

You pulled back, blushing hard. “Donnie… Can I…”

Donnie blinked, not completely understanding what you were asking for at first, but when he realized he blushed and nodded. A smile creeped up his face as he glanced down at your lips.

You smiled, slowly pressing your lips against his…

The night was cold and dark, but not when you were together.

That night was full of light and life, filled with a warmth and a love neither of you had ever felt before…

Stars don't last forever...

Love does...

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♡Bye bye butterflies!♡

[leosmasktails]

Guys I found this TikTok the other day and I can’t just not share it-

(Credit to @rageyellow!!!)

ITS SO TRUE THOUGH IN BOTH SIBLING TERMS AND LEO AND DONNIE TERMS-