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Request: Hello author, I really like how you write, I just wanted to let you know something and since my messages ain’t working I couldn’t say it privately. I was gonna ask something but then when I was going to delete it it got send! I basically just send it right now, it’s about a Rise!Donnie (he’s my fav lol) on how he would be in a lime. But please no need to reply that lol it’s kinda embarrassing 🙈 🥲😳 my anxiety just increased when that was send I was like nooooooo, please reply in private please. I’m so embarrassed sorry.
A/N: Just want to give a big thank you to mistresslottie on Wattpad for helping me with this. I literally had no clue how to write lime-like stuff and they're one of my favourite tmnt writers out there so was super happy they helped me.
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Donnie was held up in his lab like most days, wallowing in self-doubt after another experiment blew up in his face, quite literally. He was hunched over his desk, hands framing his face as he thought over and over again for another brilliant idea, something that would truly change the world. Or at least make his life just that little bit easier.
His brothers hadn't seen him in days, only getting a text message from him every other hour if he needed some food or another cup of coffee. Most messages following the same format:
I require another meal/coffee, I cannot make it myself since I am busy creating technology that will revolutionise the world.
Thank you for your patience,
Donatello Hamato
Sent from my Sheldon
It was starting to drive the three brothers mad, Splinter not so much, as long as Donnie wasn't planning world domination Splinter didn't see a problem with it. The brothers decided to take it into their own hands, calling the only person that they knew who could get Donnie to stop working, or at least out of the lab for a few hours.
That's where you came in, bouncing down to the lair in that flowy skirt that drove Donnie mad. Raph had called you last night explaining the state your boyfriend was in, of course, you knew this already, having dated Donnie for a few months. It was common knowledge when Donnie went into one of his ' can't stop won't stop ' moods, knowing that unless the world was at stake, he wouldn't move from his workbench.
You'd always marvel at the things you saw in his lab, lightyears ahead of anything above ground, but it came at a price. Donnie barely had a sleep schedule, he was doing better since before you met, instead of going to bed when he passed out from exhaustion he now went to bed at a healthy 5am.
With a wink and promise to the boys that you would ' fix ' their brother, you waltzed up to the lab doors. Popping open the metal, your form was illuminated in a purple neon light that littered the ceilings of his lab. He claimed that purple was the colour to help intensify intelligence as well as being connected to royalty. You swear the boy had a bigger ego than Leo.
Saddling up behind his chair, you reached your hands onto his shoulders and started rubbing your fingers against the knots in the tight muscles. Being so tired, Donnie barely noticed your presence, only acknowledging you with a brief hum. "Hey baby, your brothers said you've been couped up in here for a few days."
"Hmm? Oh yeah, that ." he deadpanned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Pushing forward he grabbed a screwdriver and continued on with his task, "It's nothing really, I've worked through worse."
"Donnie," you groaned, feeling like an irritated mother, he chuckled weakly at you, "I'm fine, really. I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to,"
"Why?" you questioned, moving your teasing fingers to wrap around his neck. Donnie shrugged nonchalantly, "Because I've had five cups of coffee in the last-" he paused to do his calculations, "Two hours." You pulled away from him with a disappointed pout, "I'm not even looking but I can tell you're doing that face,"
"What face?" a small smile emerging, but you covered it well, going back to your angry pout and folded arms. "The one where you furrow your brows in mock anger and pout like a baby, an adorable baby of course." he added at the end, otherwise it would have come across as a harsh criticism. You used all your strength to pull his chair back, happily perching on his lap to obstruct him from his work; you received a tired glare in response.
"C'mon D, you need to take a break, at least for a few minutes." you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning in closer to his lips. Donnie's cheeks bloomed a bright pink, most of it being covered by his mask. "Wh-what did you have in m-mind?" he stuttered out, hating how easily flustered he got around you. Usually, he would never be this bad, never breaking out in red or stuttering but he had to agree with (Y/N), maybe he was a little tired.
"Well I have some ideas, but you need to do one thing for me." you toyed with him, fingers fiddling with the ties of his mask. Donnie leaned in closer, his breath fanning across your lips, "And what's that princess?" he mused. "You gotta admit you're tired and overworked," you teased, a sparkle in your eyes. Donnie rolled his eyes, his expression unamused, "Never," he whispered, sneakily smashing his lips against yours.
You giggled against his skin, keeping his lips secured to yours by holding the back of his head. His hands smoothed over your thighs, over your hips, then coiled completely around your waist. Meanwhile, your own hands massaged his neck with your fingertips. He churred quietly, the soft tips of your fingers sending him into a lulling sleep, what he didn't know was that this was your intention all along.
Your lips parted for a moment, but you didn't pull away, you couldn't bear to leave him for just a second. Your breath panned his face as you sighed, "I love you." the simplest of romantic phrases always got Donnie soft. He impulsively smiled, then smooched the tip of your nose.
"There will never be a day in which I won't love you," he murmured, you blushed at the poeticness, unable to let him tease you anymore, you impulsively shoved your lips against his again. You nibbled on his bottom lip, revelling in the small moans he made as he continued to let you have your way with him. Maybe he should stop working, at least for a few hours, especially if this was the reward he'd get.
The kiss ended soon as you wanted to get to his neck as quickly as possible. A new plan had been made by your mind, Donnie had a knack for shutting his eyes when kissed upon the sensitive flesh of his neck, so this must've been the trick to make help release that sweet melatonin. Donnie rested his eyes like usual once you started scattering kisses all over his neck, occasionally sucking and licking a hickie. The dark bruising flesh popping out compared to his green complexion, you beamed devilishly at him, enjoying the torment you saw brewing in his eyes.
Your fingers worked effortlessly on fixing those tired muscles, rubbing soothing circles and patterns into his shoulders like before. "Mmm..." Donnie purred, resting his cheek on your head for support. A tiny smile grew on your face as you listened to Donnie's deep churrs rumbling from his chest, vibrating through him as he slouched against you. Your fingertips kneaded through the muscle of his shoulders, especially the areas that felt the toughest.
Sometimes he softly grunted at the tough spots but never moved, in fact, his hands never moved from around your waist, stuck there like a serpent. He soon grew still, his muscles loosening under your fingers, his body cuddling closer to you for your warmth. You continued to litter his skin with small kisses, every so often sucking a hickie, your reward was hearing him hiss into your ear.
Donnie felt his eyes flutter shut, his mind was slowing down, body gradually going limp. Once you felt the lack of his hands around your waist, you untucked your head from his neck and giggled at him. "Don?" you quietly asked, he took a second to respond, but soon Donnie replied with a short "Mm?" You bit your tongue with a grin as to not laugh "C'mon, baby, let's go to bed," you suggested lightly. Donnie opened his eyes, but just barely, "Nnnoooo...the blueprints..." he whined. His arms stretched out to his workbench, long forgotten by the brief makeout session.
"Nuh-uh, no blueprints, let's take a little cat nap," you assured, caressing his cheek. Donnie glanced at you with doe eyes, his thoughts barely registering as he spoke to you. "Mmph...keep kissing me..." he mumbled, flexing his hands twice before letting them flop down. You snickered, getting up off his lap, "C'mon, let's go lay down."
Grumbling because he had the inconvenience of getting up, Donnie let you guide him to his room. You hooked an arm around his waist to keep him from stumbling as you attempted to open the lab doors. When walking back to his room you sent a quick wink to his brothers who were held up in the projector room. They silently cheered when they saw a sleep-deprived Donnie in your arms, Raph offered to help take him but you soon dismissed him with a wave.
When you entered his room, Donnie got out of your hold and used his last piece of energy to walk a little faster to his bed, then collapsed on it shell-down. You chuckled, sliding the curtains to his room shut and turning off his lights. You had to adjust to the darkness first, bumping into a small table and stubbing your toe on the bedside post.
"Come here," Donnie said in the dark, his hands already feeling around for you on the bed. You blushed at the brooding tone but followed his voice before feeling around for his plastron. You found it, and Donnie lazily helped you climb on top of him, he kissed the top of your head once you were situated on him. Rubbing your cheek against his plastron, you barely heard his voice with all the blood rushing to your ears.
"You win this time, (y/n)," Donnie murmured, rubbing his eyes. He stretched his arms above his head, mouth wide as a yawn ripped through him. Settling back down, snaking his limbs around you, he nuzzled his beak into your hair, "Don't think y-you can tempt me all the time like this." he quipped. You cupped your palm to his mouth, silencing him, then pulled the blankets over you and your boyfriend.
"You're supposed to be sleepy. When you've had a good nights sleep, and only then, you can go back to working away on your little toys," you whispered. Despite how laggy he was right now, Donnie still found a way to be offended, "They're not toys, they're scientific breakthroughs." he pouted, voice horse from sleep. He did indeed keep quiet for the rest of the cuddling session, as did you. Donnie listened to your breathing while you listened to his faint heartbeat, the only thought in his mind was how much of a sucker he was for you.
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"Are you gonna say it?" you asked all giddy, bouncing on the balls of your feet behind Donnie. Said turtle was slouched over his workbench again, a fresh cup of water on his desk per your request. A screwdriver was perched in his hand, goggles snug on his face. Turning to face you with a pointed brow, he sighed in exaggeration and lifted his goggles, "I suppose it was possible that I was tired-"
"And overworked," you added. Donnie glared at you but continued, " And overworked , from this day forth I will spend at least an hour out of the lab doing normal people things."
"Only an hour?" you huffed, hand on hips. Donnie sighed again, "Fine, two hours?" You raised your hand indicating to increase the time, "Three?" Donnie sounded a little more panicked as you kept increasing the time, " Four ? I can't do four hours out of my lab! That's-That's practically a whole day wasted!" he stuttered out. You let out a laugh, moving to wrap your arms around his neck, "Okay, here's a compromise: Two hours on weekdays, four on weekends."
"What's so specially about weekends?" he begrudgingly asked, cheek smushed against your arm. You winked at him, releasing the death grip and moving to leave the lab. You gave him a quick peck then strutted to the door with swinging hips to really grab his attention, "Because on weekends, I'll be here."