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Salveō! Would you be willing to take a writing request for a rise!Donnie x reader? (platonic pls!)
the storyline could be something along the lines of the reader eating one of Mikey’s food at dinner with the turtles and it being a bad texture. (For me, a big one is lumps in smooth substances. Like rice pudding.. *shudder*) Anyway, the reader gets overstimulated and shuts down, Donnie brings ‘em to his “sensory room” in the lab and gives pressurized hugs and back rubs until the reader is comfortable and regulated again.
I’m a sucker for autistic reader fics. There’s not enough of those :(
This seems adorable! I unfortunately don't get to the point of shutting/breaking down from bad food textures (though I do have foods I refuse to eat), but I'll try my best!
Word count: 546
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Usually you loved dinner with the turtles. Sure, they could be loud and unruly, but somehow they didn't drain your social battery as much as other people did. Listening to the brothers fighting was entertaining, and they talked so much you didn't have to worry about finding something to say. Usually, you'd say it was one of your favorite activities, trying what Mikey decided to make.
Today, though, that couldn't be further from the truth. Dinner had been fine, one of the best Mikey has ever made, but you could feel the color drain from your face as he revealed a bowl for dessert. A lumpy pudding that you just knew you wouldn't like. You would have passed, but Mikey used his puppy dog eyes, and said something about it being something new he tried out. That's how you ended up with a small serving on your plate.
Raph and Leo ate most of it, saying the pudding tasted great, but for you it wasn't about the taste. Donnie had had some of his own, a smaller serving in comparison to his brothers, and he watched you watch the thing on your plate. Still, you steeled yourself and ate a few spoonfuls, ignoring the urge to gag. That'd be so rude. After maybe four bites you wanted to cry, physically unable to swallow the next spoonful but only feeling worse and worse with the texture just sitting in your mouth.
Suddenly Donnie pulled you up from your seat, walking you from the room just as the other three were about to start a food fight. With a three fingered hand on your back you entered the soft shell's lab, and your confusion got interrupted when a metallic claw offered you an empty garbage bin.
“Spit. I know you still haven't swallowed your last bite.”
Oh yeah.
You spit out the pudding and felt tears gather in your eyes.
Why couldn't you just be normal? Everything was great and you're being a baby over nothing.
The tiny garbage can had been placed elsewhere and you took the last couple steps into a room with low lighting. Brown noise seemed to be playing from hidden speakers around the room. You turned to Donnie, and of course he already had an answer.
“This is my Overstimulation Panic Room. When I get overwhelmed, I come in here and it helps.”
You nod, looking back around the room and wondering what exactly you should do to ride this out. It took a gentle touch to one of your arms for you to notice you were squeezing yourself.
“If you would like I could offer you some pressure in the form of a hug?”
Donnie rarely offered hugs; you found it very kind he'd do so just for your own little meltdown. With another nod he wrapped you in a hug and squeezed, his chin on your head. You could guess he was using those same metallic claws to do other things on his phone, but you wouldn't expect anything else. The buzz from the speakers let you focus on things other than your mind, sounding like wind, and the dim purple lighting meant your eyes could take a break from seeing so many colors.
You'd have to thank Donnie later, somehow.
My gummy is always gonna be reposted [which is fine because I barely post anything ever I'm so slow now]
chubby!reader × Donnie? he gets a tad bit flustered? maybe a bit of a spicy peice? praise kink🙏🙏🙏🙏
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already writing limes in the sfw blog, are we ?
jules fears NOTHING !!
i love writing this kind of content anyway >:)
if you wanted something higher on the citrus scale i shall direct you to my other blog, @fungalittlefreak where you could get even more specific with whatever you desire !!
i initially wanted to make this longer but i'm swamped with so many things to do, might have a part two if there's demand for it.
one chubby reader x flustered donnie coming right up B)
thank you for the request anon <3
important side note: while i don't deem this as "mature content" i feel more comfortable if anyone 15+ could interact with this post, otherwise please don't read or interact. while i can't force you not to, i hope anyone below 15 years old could respect my wishes.
May I?
It's movie night in the Hamato household and you're invited! April said you didn't have a choice, so here you are contemplating on wearing something comfortable or something cute.
Delivered (18:42 PM): is this too much? i'm bringing a change of clothes because i'm sleeping over
apes (18:42 PM): oooo who are you trying to impress
apes (18:42 PM): god i hope it's not leo
apes (18:42 PM): you deserve better
You shake your head, grinning at your phone as you send your last message to April.
Delivered (18:43 PM): i'll never tell :)
You finish getting ready and grab your overnight bag, heading over to the lair. The clattering and chattering in the kitchen tells you that the brothers would be in there, but you spot Donnie alone on his phone in the projection room. He seems comfortable enough not to wear his battle shell, which you find surprising. You take a step toward him and he looks up, turning to you as you put your stuff down beside the couch. He stops, staring while you move to sit beside him, even though you already greeted him, waiting for his response.
"Uh, yes. H-hello. Greetings. Good evening."
He looks away, then looks at you out of the corner of his eye. You grin and lean in with a smirk. He blushes, then a nervous smile plasters itself on his face. "D-do you need anything from me?" Donnie asks politely, but his eyes darted everywhere, scanning you as if he is committing the way you look right now to memory.
"A kiss might be nice."
The softshell freezes and it looks like his brain is malfunctioning, his face warming at the thoughts racing through his mind.
"May I?"
He reaches up to cup your soft face in his hand. His fingers twitch as if he's holding himself back from holding you firmly. You nod with a whispered yes, leaning in for a delicate, soft kiss. The softshell perks up and a dopey smile spreads across his face after you part, then he leans in for a deeper kiss, the heat on both your faces burning a little hotter.
"Your lips taste so good," Donnie breathes, threading his fingers through your hair at the base of your skull, holding you close as the two of you made out on the couch. "So sweet for me..." He whines, his blush darkening his face even more while he reaches for you with his other hand, holding you against him. His fingers knead the plushness above your hip for a moment, the hitching in his breath apparent. After another minute or so the two of you officially part, noticing the lair has gotten quiet.
You turn around to find nearly everyone with their jaws dropped to the floor, eyes boggled. Donnie sneers, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you against him possessively. The way his hand grips your tummy made you yelp, feeling embarrassed now that the two of you were caught. April snaps a picture, Leo snickers, Mikey cheers, and Raph narrows his eyes in suspicion, then smiles, proceeding to whack Leo upside the head before he moves over to tease Donnie. The Caseys walk in with two bowls of popcorn, Junior has a knowing look on his face while CJ looked on in confusion to the commotion. You sigh with a grin, shaking your head and relaxing in Donnie's arms as movie night started to kick off.
@ramblehour @oleander-nin
A short one shot I wrote about Donnie helping reader with a melt down. It's in the first person. Could be read as platonic or romantic!
Word count: 366
Donatello had just put the tank into park, Mikey having told him he'd seen me on the verge of tears. I had tried to say I was fine, that we shouldn't stop, but Donnie just shook his head. Raph and Leo looked at me with confusion, and, of course concern, but that wasn't what my brain chose to focus on. Not at this moment. I didn't even know what was wrong, one moment having enjoyed the atmosphere, the next feeling as though the lights were too bright and the road too bumpy and the conversation too loud.
Now I was pulled to a somewhat separate space inside the tank, Donnie's grasp on my upper arms soft. "Do you know what's wrong?" His eyes were searching mine.
"No," I hissed. I didn't mean for it to sound so aggressive. I looked at one of his hands on my arms, feeling tears build in my eyes as I fucked up again. Like how I ruined this trip. Like how I ruin everything. I-
His hands moved to my cheeks, more force than his hold on my arms but still gentle. My eyes closed. The pressure was a welcome feeling. It grounded me. I only noticed he was plugging my ears when he lifted his fingers to ask if I wanted his headphones. I nodded, so he lifted his hands away, quickly putting his head gear on me before returning his hands to my cheeks. I didn't ask, didn't want to talk, but he still answered in a soft voice through the speakers on my ears, "I've noticed this is one of your regulating behaviors, I can stop if-"
I grabbed his wrists so fast I actually felt him flinch. Before I could start feeling bad about that, I heard him chuckle, "that's an answer." I realized about halfway through all of this that I had been close to a meltdown, though of course couldn't focus on it with all the other thoughts racing. I finally opened my eyes, taking note that the lights were somehow dimmed. Donatello was smiling softly at me, his thumb swiping back and forth on my cheek bone once.
"Thank you."
"No probbles."